829 Through the Thorns
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The huge Madison Square Garden was silent. The clear guitar strings flow quietly like spring water. The warm and moving stories, the bitter and sad stories, the romantic and beautiful stories, and the sad and lost stories are all told in simple guitar chords.
Delicate and deep emotions, like the willow wind in early spring in March, warm, golden, and soft, slapped on the face, unconsciously, the corners of the mouth rose, but the eyes were inexplicably filled with tears, gorgeous His halo rippled in his sight, like a bright star.
I love you so much, but you will never know; I am so reluctant, but I can only pretend to be indifferent; I am so eager, but I fear losing. In fact, deep down, I want to be with you until my temples are gray.
Secret love is like this, bitter and sweet, happy and sad, just like the whale called Alice in the deep blue sea.
The huge and magnificent figure is swimming freely, the turbulent undercurrent is passing by the side, the fishes are lingering on the wings, and the flying birds are staying on the back. But there are countless stories that no one listens to, singing alone, dancing alone, living alone.
The rising corners of the mouth, the falling tears, the surging happiness, the most wonderful, private, grand and insignificant emotions in the depths of my heart, completely defeated all defense lines, my brain fell into a blank, just quietly watching the stage, quietly Looking at Renly, listening to the singing quietly, helpless, unable to control himself.
Everyone, there are 20,000 people in the audience, and everyone is no exception. The simple but deep, delicate and turbulent secret love, attachment and love, between the lingering/mian/sorrow/sorrow of the guitar strings, make people palpitate, just like this Slowly, slowly, sinking.
Tonight's Madison Square Garden has become the most special and warmest corner of my memory. This is a concert for Heather Cross, this is a concert for Renly Hall, and this is a concert for each of the 20,000 people present. Music is moving because of that.
Heather stretched out her right hand, and every cell in her body was calling. She tried to cross the layers of space and touch the figure, but just a little closer, her fingertips curled up, as if touching the sun , longing for warmth, but afraid of flying tight. The clumsiness and resistance of her body pulled her back heavily, the pull of gravity smashed the support of her hands and feet, she fell down, and curled up in place.
She couldn't even stand up, she couldn't even speak. What should she do?
The trivial and low-pitched sounds did not attract any attention, not even the slightest rubbing sound, in the huge scene where everything was silent and emotional. But Ellie felt it.
Turning her head, Ellie saw Heather who was trying to stand up through her tearful eyes. The turbulent, moving, intoxicated, all kinds of emotions made Ellie completely unable to think, she just bent down in a hurry, helping out from the depths, wanting to help - but, she didn't even know what Heather was doing, just full of eyes Worrying: Heather's current physical condition is simply unbearable, why would she want to stand up? Can she stand up?
However, Heather refused Ellie's help. Raising his hands and pushing away Ellie's hands, his strength was weak, but he was extremely determined.
Raising her head, Heather met Ellie's gaze, without speaking, the spasms and tightness of her throat made her voice come out, but her firm gaze made it clear, "I need to do it myself. I have to do this myself!"
That decision, that's for sure, Ellie couldn't help but froze, opened her mouth, and before her brain reacted, her hands were slowly released. However, Ellie did not dare to let go completely, so she could only guard not far or near, ready to provide protection at any time; then, Derek also noticed the situation here, rubbed his red eyes, and picked up his emotions , hurriedly bent down and joined the ranks of the protection net.
Heather ignores it, and just concentrates and concentrates on her work: her hands support the armrests of the wheelchair, and she supports her body with all her strength, but the weight of her body is so clumsy, gravity is so heavy The function is so heavy that the weak feet do not help at all, and only rely on the thin hands to try to complete the task.
A simple standing action is so difficult for Heather. Her hands began to tremble violently, but she had no intention of giving up. She gritted her teeth and clenched her fists. Little by little, very slowly and staggeringly, she stood up.
Her feet were a little staggered, and she swayed twice. Fortunately, Ellie and Derek helped her up in time, which avoided the danger of turning over. For others, this is just one of the most basic movements in daily life, the first thing after waking up every day; but for Heather, she has consumed all her strength and stood on the spot with her legs still trembling slightly. .
However, Heather laughed. He smiled brightly.
Raising her head, through the halos, through the darkness, through the clumps of barriers, she saw Renly. He was still playing the guitar attentively, and he still sang songs with all his heart. The gentleness and deepness in the light and shadow were looming in the bottom of his eyes, and there was a fleeting light of water.
"I want to stay with you..." Renly's fingertips stopped, and he continued to sing in the curling sound, but his voice was a little choked, heavy bitterness and sadness dragged his ankles, slowly sinking, The mind swayed, and the rich emotions were stuck in the throat, and the singing was cut off. The brief pause and the precipitation of silence filled with a faint light.
Helpless, but fell heavily in the heart.
Taking a deep breath, Renly redraws the strings and sings again, "I want to be with you, through death, because you're always there, when I need it most."
The longest confession is eternal companionship. Even if the god of death intervenes, even if the yin and yang are separated, even if the world is old, the eternity deep in the heart still stops at the moment of mutual protection, time and space, life and death, all have lost their meaning, only each other, and only belong to each other.
Heather stood where she was, so sad, yet so impulsive, the more eager she became, the more timid she became; the closer she got, the more afraid she became. The despair that sparsely fell on the shoulders was grand and grand. He took a small step carefully, but he couldn't go any further. He could only stand stiffly in place, full of tears.
Ellie, who was standing beside her, was already crying. The more beautiful the moment, the more cruel the reality is. Seeing Heather worrying about gains and losses, and seeing Heather's hesitation, Ellie was defeated by despair, and she had to cover her mouth to avoid crying. At the age of sixteen, Heather was only sixteen years old, and her life had not even had time to start.
Derek couldn't bear to avoid his eyes, feeling powerless like never before. Suddenly I started to hate myself.
Between the line between the spotlight and the darkness, Renly looked up, through time and space, his eyes fell on Heather. He can see her, he can see the thin but stubborn figure, he can see the girl whose life is weak but refuses to compromise, he can see the soul who burns life to chase dreams, he can see the limited She weaves brocade in her life.
In her, he saw who he was and who he once chose to give up. Deep in his heart, how eager he is to see her future, to see her stand up again, step into the future, create his own world, and realize his own dreams. Maybe, just maybe, one day in the future, he can do it too.
"I'll love you to the last breath, until death takes me away, sworn to immortality." The guitar melody began to rise, and Renly's voice burst out with incredible power, the weight of the soul, heavy It made people gasp, "So I wrote this song for you and told everyone that I was with you until each other's heads were gray."
The fingers that played the guitar strings stopped, quietly waiting for the singing and chords to slowly dissipate in the air, and the whole world fell silent, as if the heartbeat could be heard.
Puff, puff, puff... The messy sound was beating the pulse of life, the surging emotion and the precipitation grief collided together, and the rich chemical reaction was almost suffocating.
Renly looked in that direction so quietly, knowing that Heather was there, whispering softly, "I just ask you not to let go, and I promise you won't leave."
In an instant, Heather's emotions collapsed for the second time, and the surging tears turned the spotlight on the stage into colorful colors, as if countless stars were scattered in the sky, and the whole world became brighter. She just stood there, unable to move or speak, just laughing, laughing loudly, crying frantically, like a lunatic.
"Heather Cross." Hope Bates flashed the name in her mind, everything lit up like a beacon, she understood the meaning of tonight's concert, she understood the meaning of this song , she even understood the meaning of the name Heather Cross, that is the desire for dreams and the pursuit of life.
Everything is explained.
It's always been like that with Renly, it's been like "Don Quixote", it's been like that in "One Man's Concert". On the road of chasing dreams, every step is so firm and resolute, and the meaning of life blooms proudly little by little. That moving light, warm and bright.
Happiness and emotion surged in his chest, tears blurred his vision, but Hope didn't have time to wipe it off, he just followed Renly's line of sight eagerly and eagerly, looking for Heather Cross in the vast crowd, Looking forward to her being able to respond, looking forward to her being strong again, and looking forward to her realizing her dreams.
At this moment, they are all Don Quixote, they are all supporters on the road of each other's dreams, and they are all walkers in each other's lives. Not just Renly, not just Hope, but William, and Graham, and Timsey...and everyone in the audience at Madison Square Garden.
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