Four Hundred and Seventy-One Dream Chase Starting Point

"One, two, three little Indians; four, five, six little Indians; seven... er, seven..."

Annie Silliman sat on a small red plastic bench against the wall, stretched out her ten fingers, counted one by one, and hummed a traditional American children's song, but when she counted to "seven", suddenly He stopped, then started counting again, "One, two, three..."

A pair of feet suddenly appeared in her sight, standing close to each other, Annie paused for counting, raised her head and glanced, the other party was like a giant, towering into the sky, her neck was sore, but she still couldn't see her head. , and finally put his forehead against the wall, straightened his small and cute neck, and looked at the other person's chin. It seemed to be a completely unfamiliar face, and then he lowered his head again and continued to count, "One, two... …”

The other party didn't seem to want to leave, so he just squatted down, his hands drooped on his knees, and he cast a focused gaze. The slightly burning eyes made Annie a little distracted. She stopped counting and covered her face with her hands. , "Don't look at me." He said, giggling between his fingers.

"So, have you completed the task today?" The deep voice was hoarse, somewhat unfamiliar, yet somewhat familiar.

Annie opened her five fingers quietly, her clear eyes quietly looked at the man in front of her, her intelligent eyes rolled around, she suddenly understood, she put down her hands, her eyes revealed joy, and she said happily, "Blue. Salute!" After receiving a positive answer from the other party, she threw herself into Renly's arms, giggling like a silver bell.

Renly patted Annie's back lightly, and the smile at the corner of his mouth rose, "Annie, little pumpkin, you haven't forgotten me, it's really rare."

Annie supported Renly's shoulders with both hands, her expression became serious, and looked at Renly seriously, but unfortunately it didn't last long, and she burst out laughing, "Haha, you have become an Indian! One, two One, three little Indians! No, you are a big Indian!"

After more than three weeks of hiking, Renly's skin was exposed to the sun for a long time, slightly glowing with a healthy and even wheat color, and the skin on his cheeks was a little red, and he looked like an Indian. No wonder Anne didn't recognize it at first glance.

"So which Indian am I?" Renly didn't mind at all, and continued to play a game of nursery rhymes with Annie.

Annie opened ten fingers, erecting a barrier between the two, her eyes fell on her fingers, and she counted from the beginning again. When she counted to seven, she got stuck again.

But Renly didn't say anything, just looked at Annie with a smile, showing a look full of encouragement. Annie glanced at Renly quietly and said hesitantly, "Eighth?" Then she saw the smile on the corner of Renly's mouth rising, which made Annie burst into laughter, "Eighth, you are the eighth Indian people!"

Renly nodded vigorously and gave Annie a thumbs up in agreement. Annie tilted her head triumphantly, and began to hum the nursery rhyme just now, and Renly sang it together in a low voice.

When Anita-Tunisha came over, she saw this scene. She didn't rush to break the harmony of the scene. She just crossed her hands and stood quietly by the side, waiting for Annie to sing the whole nursery rhyme. After finishing, he clapped his hands and said in praise, "Annie sang really well!"

"Awesome like Heather?" Annie said excitedly, eyes sparkling.

Anita stretched out her right hand and made a small gap with her thumb and forefinger, "It's still a little bit short. However, we'll catch up soon, come on Annie!"

Annie waved her right fist excitedly and shouted, "Yeah!"

Renly rubbed Annie's little head, but the little guy didn't want to, so he dodged and ran out.

Singing loudly, "One, two, three little Indians..." The childish singing echoed in the corridor, and the sunlight streaming through the window was instantly full of vitality.

Renly stood up again, Anita stepped forward and gave him a big hug, which made Renly stunned and asked inexplicably, "What's wrong?"

"Welcome back to New York." Anita let go of her arms, looked up and down, showed a big smile, and said again, "Seeing you look healthy, this is the best gift. For a few months, there is no fault of any news, and I will not pursue it."

Renly responded immediately.

Before the media's news was buzzing, true and false, it was really difficult for laymen to distinguish. These friends at Mount Sinai Hospital must have always been very worried about Renly's situation. Now that Renly is back in good health, Anita can't help but feel a little emotional.

No accusation, no questioning, no questioning, just a simple sigh. Such pure and sincere friendship made Renly feel the warmth of friendship. In the busy and indifferent city of New York, in addition to the pioneer village, Mount Sinai Hospital has also become another harbor for Renly.

"Don't worry, I won't forget the present for Christmas this year." Renly teased with a smile, making Anita laugh happily, and responded bluntly, "Then I'm looking forward to a big one. "

After the joke, Anita patted Renly on the shoulder, "Go and see Heather, the little girl has done a good job recently, you will be pleasantly surprised." After speaking, Anita blinked mysteriously. Blinking his eyes, he didn't continue talking. He sold a pass, hummed a little tune, and walked away in a happy mood.

Renly shook his head helplessly, laughed dumbly, then stepped forward and walked towards Heather's ward.

There is still a distance from the ward, and the clear guitar sound can be vaguely heard, which is already an unexpected surprise; as the footsteps gradually approach, the melody becomes clearer and clearer, and finally fills the ears, forming a queer tune, It can be felt that the sound of the strings is not so solid, which should be caused by the insufficient strength of the strings, but the overall melody is very smooth.

This song is really familiar to Renly, and it is a "beast". Renly understood, he knew what Anita was talking about as a surprise.

The footsteps stopped at the door of the ward. Through the small door and window, a thin shoulder can be seen, sitting on the edge of the bed, with his back to the door, holding a guitar on his knees, playing attentively while still talking in his mouth. He was humming softly, "So we have arrived, a lonely place where we can't go back, and you are the face that made me go through fire and water..."

That slender voice carries a touch of softness, tenacity, and clarity, just like the golden sunlight falling through the dark clouds, bright and warm, dispelling the gloom and darkness of the world, dispelling the cold and loneliness of winter, illuminating the road ahead, guiding Continue on with the wandering poet.

That is Heather, who is holding the dream of being a singer. She is singing loudly, wandering in the world of melody, expressing her heart with her voice, and expressing all the thoughts in her mind. Renly withdrew his right hand that was about to push the door, and gave up the plan to enter. He didn't want to interrupt this beautiful moment, but just stood at the door and listened.

The same song, the interpretation of different singers, the effect is completely different.

"The Beast" performed by Renly, with a touch of loneliness and sadness, is like an old man who has experienced vicissitudes of life, standing at the end of the world, looking at the vicissitudes of life, looking at the barren land, looking at the doomsday catastrophe, sighing and helpless, remembering that. The innocence and beauty gone. The original source of inspiration for the song, Chris Hemsworth, gave Renly the first glimpse of the blood and filth behind the Vanity Fair in Hollywood.

Heather's "Ferocious Beast" has a shallow bitterness and sadness, but also a shallow tenderness and vigor. Behind the sophistication and maturity different from the age, it is a man who was forced to give up flying before he had time to spread his wings. The young soul, carrying a heavy cross, still stood up tenaciously and moved toward the dream. That perseverance, that tenacity, and that enthusiasm lit up a ray of light in the dark world.

Strictly speaking, Heather's voice has not yet fully developed, not only looks immature, but also jerky, and there is not much carving in the handling of singing, and it relies entirely on instinct/ability to perform. But the emotion hidden in the singing is so sincere and beautiful, it makes people move.

Heather interrupted her singing, put her hands on the strings of the guitar, and sang the lyric again in a cappella way. Suddenly she froze in place, and whispered, "The lonely place I can't go back to" , the sun outlines the arc of her side face, quiet and beautiful, like the bright moonlight.

Renly sighed inwardly. Why did Heather feel so much about this song? Renly knew very well that on the road of chasing their dreams, those hesitations, those losses, those confusions, those pains and those setbacks always made them begin to doubt themselves. It was like being trapped in a lonely place with no way out, walking alone.

The experience of two lives has added a touch of firmness to Renly's heart. Even if a moth flutters into the fire, she will not turn back; but for Heather, this may not be the case. Even after so much pain and suffering, she is still only a person. sixteen year old child.

Fortunately, Heather finally started to live again, no longer constrained by illness, no longer trapped in the rut of self-pity, and could play the guitar freely with both hands. No matter how much effort she put in, it can be seen that her rehabilitation has achieved great results, which should be the surprise Anita said.

More importantly, Heather finally started chasing her dreams, facing up to her inner desires and recklessly enjoying the beauty of youth. This is the life a sixteen-year-old girl should have. Illness is just a part of life, and beyond that, life can be a lot more. Perhaps, this is just the starting point of a dream, but it has infinite possibilities.

Just like the lyrics of "Beast", "Forged beauty, forged crown; forged perfection, and flew far away."

A smile crept up the corner of Renly's mouth.