One Thousand One Hundred and Twenty-One Line of Warning

The night sky of Surrey in December is gloomy and deep, and some starlight can be caught vaguely, but more of it is hidden behind the thick clouds, neither magnificent nor bright; the bright moon is layered A face quietly appeared in the clouds, but the clear moonlight was still not enough to dispel the rich night, and the whole world seemed to be wrapped in a large area of ​​darkness.

At night in the rural suburbs, before nine o'clock, I was already drowsy and fell asleep; in the silence, I could only vaguely see that a bar was still open, but the faint creamy yellow halo became more and more It sets off the quiet and peaceful surroundings, and it seems that even the chirping of insects has completely disappeared.

Renly and Rooney sat side by side under the night sky, there were two empty seats between the two, politely and estrangedly distanced, there was no embarrassment, no ambiguity, even between friends. The intimacy and familiarity seem to have disappeared, but a little jerky is brought out by the obvious distance.

But this jerky was not reflected in the conversation.

"God, it is estimated that we are the only ones in the world who choose such a night to watch the stars." Rooney complained mercilessly, and then searched the sky earnestly, "Even so, you can find Where is the constellation?"

"Sorry, I'm not Cyclops, nor Professor X, I'm afraid I can't help." Renly spread his hands and said calmly.

With such a sudden cold humor, Rooney was caught off guard, turned her head, cast her gaze towards Renly in disbelief, and rubbed her arm exaggeratedly, as if she was shaking off the goose bumps that had just appeared.

But Renly's face was calm and unmoved. Rooney rolled her eyes helplessly and looked up at the sky again, "Who knows? Maybe the sky in Scotland is clear and translucent, and it will be the perfect viewing area. Star place." After the voice fell, the two of them did not continue to speak, so they fell silent.

Staring at the stars hanging above the sky, one, two, every single star hanging above the navy blue sky seems to be easily picked out in sight; but they all know that this is not all, in those clouds Behind, there are more and more stars, countless.

"Did you find it?" Without warning, Rooney asked. Renly didn't know why, so he cast his eyes on the inquiry, Rooney turned her head and said with a smile, "When another light disappears, I am willing to care. Man, have you found it?"

Involuntarily, Renly was stunned.

This was a topic that came up inadvertently when he and Rooney met unexpectedly under the stars after the Oscars ceremony at the beginning of the year. Later, this handy lyric became the theme song of the Heather-Cross Foundation, "Another Light."

Unexpectedly, Rooney still remembered.

Ren Li's gaze fell between Rooney's brows, capturing the agility and concentration in those eyes. There was no nervousness, no apprehension, and no evasion, but calmly met Ren Li's gaze, that ray of light. All the scenes were clearly projected, including himself, and then he saw Rooney's pupils flicker and glide slightly, which made Renly laugh dumbly.

"Yes, I found it." Renly nodded slightly, his smile rose little by little, and then nodded a second time, "Actually, I found a lot."

The achievements of the Heather-Cross Foundation are obvious to all.

Some people may say that the "Ice Bucket Challenge" is just a sensational hype event. When the challenge is over, people will only remember the stars who participated in the challenge, and no one will remember amyotrophic lateral sclerosis, let alone ALS. Someone remembers Heather Cross, an obscure little girl.

But for Renly, he was never worried.

After those concerned eyes were quiet, no one cared about ALS, no one remembered Heather Cross, no one cared about vulnerable people with rare diseases,

None of this matters, because the Heather-Cross Foundation will keep watching, because he will always remember.

That disappearing light is the reason for the existence of the Heather-Cross Foundation.

"Heather Cross, she is no longer an insignificant light," Rooney said softly.

The smile at the corner of Renly's mouth paused for a moment, and then rose, "Now, we are looking forward to this ray of light that can shine even more light, and there are already too many dazzling constellations above the starry sky. The attention, perhaps, is time to focus elsewhere."

This is also one of the most important meanings of charitable activities.

Rooney nodded slightly, "Like 'American Idol'?"

With this analogy, Renly laughed dumbly, shrugged his shoulders slightly, and nodded affirmatively, "Yes, it's like 'American Idol'."

"So, what kind of girl is Heather?" Rooney asked curiously, but before Renly could answer, she continued, "I mean, not the symbol on the media, but Heather in life, the girl who dreams of standing on stage and singing?"

Renly didn't answer, his eyes fell on Rooney, and he couldn't find an accurate way to express his mixed and intricate thoughts for a while.

He hadn't really talked about Heather, before and now.

Not just with the press, but with friends, Ryan Gosling, Paul Walker, etc., none of them really talked to each other; Jennifer Lawrence was the only friend who knew Heather, but they also He didn't settle down for a long talk.

Partly because he didn't want to disturb Heather's life, and the lives of the Crosses, he knew better than anyone how terrible the pervasive paparazzi were, and the Crosses were just ordinary people.

On the other hand, it was because of selfishness. In Heather, he could always spy on his last life. Talking about Heather, it was as if he was showing his most private parts, which was prohibitive.

He didn't deliberately conceal or avoid it. After all, the Heather-Cross Foundation had already entered the public eye. Before that, Heather's story was also actively shared on "One Person's Concert"; It's just... it's just that there is no such opportunity and occasion to have a deep conversation.

Now, Rooney brought it up.

Renly's first reaction was vigilance, a sense of self-protective alienation on its own defense.

But Rooney didn't seem to notice the change in Renly's expression, and continued, "I remember reading a report before, and I was deeply impressed. It was mentioned above that if Heather had the opportunity to stand on 'American Idol' on stage, then she will perform the song 'The Beast', is that true?"

Rooney's eyes are full of sincerity, no sadness, no pity, and no exploration, more like talking about a kind friend, the curvature of the corner of the mouth is shallow, and the light in the eyes is warm, "God, why is she Would you like to sing this song? I mean, she's only sixteen, isn't she? This song is really too vicissitudes of life, and I don't think it suits her voice."

Involuntarily, Renly nodded with a chuckle and agreed, "Really? I think so too. That's what I persuaded her to do at the beginning, but she always insists that this song is her melody."

"What? Why? Did one of the lyrics resonate with her?" Rooney's rhetorical question made Renly's eyes light up with a look of surprise, "Yes, that's what she said, she said …”

Those memories, still vivid, blurted out like this, and the wheel of time seemed to return to the distant past: Heather was still preparing for the audition for "American Idol"; every time he returned to New York, he would still go to Mount Sinai. Hospital, visiting those kids...

Deep down, he has been waiting, waiting to open that wound, waiting for that memory to be awakened, waiting for that topic to be no longer taboo and become a part of life.

Annie Silliman, Alex Ritchie, etc., those names that have not been mentioned for a long time, but they are not unfamiliar as imagined, all the memories, all the interesting things, all the stories are endless. , a steady stream, the whole world brightened up little by little.

Rooney listened attentively, interjected from time to time to talk, curiously put forward more ideas, and slowly, the vivid and agile images were sketched in her mind, so that she couldn't help but start. I was eager to make friends with that group of lovely children, to be friends, to have fun and play together.

This is a different Renly.

In his body, there is a faint smell of sunshine, dry and bright, pure and simple, even a little naive and stupid. He can't find the restraint and depression of the nobles at all, but... radiates vitality. Vitality, like the first ray/spring/light falling on the green buds.

Everyone is praising the societal change that the Heather-Cross Foundation has brought about, and may even have an earth-shaking impact on the entire philanthropy, but Renly has never come forward to accept the praise and halo. Now, Rooney understands why.

For Renly, everything was just for the girl named Heather, and for Don Quixote, whose heart was still beating in his chest.

"Rooney?" Renly noticed Rooney's fascinated gaze, the focus seemed to be a little blurry, and the end of her eyebrows could not help raising her eyebrows slightly, calling out, "It seems that my topic is too boring, you are actually distracted. , maybe, I should show some gentlemanly manners."

Rooney laughed dumbly and shook her head gently. She tried to explain, but she didn't know where to start with a thousand words. Her eyes fell on Renly's eyebrows. Without warning, she hummed softly. sang:

"Don't, don't punish me for what I feel; don't, don't punish me for the torment of my soul."

Time stopped at this moment.

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