878 Belated Farewell

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The sky in February is high and far away, the icy blue sky glows with a faint smoky gray, revealing a coldness; stretch out your fingertips and touch the sun, and the shallow warmth dances between your fingers, but no matter what I tried hard, but I couldn't touch the cloud in front of me.

So, put your fingers together, leave the index finger behind, and draw the shape of the clouds in detail, using the sky as the curtain, the finger as the pen, and the thought as the paint, to draw a magnificent picture in the brain, and the whole world becomes brighten up.

"It's a pity the weather. You know, in New York's winter, there aren't many sunny afternoons. I originally thought, I'm here to invite you to fly a kite with you. To be honest, you haven't gone out for a long time, haven't you? Haha. , always like to be lazy, rehabilitation exercises must be adhered to every day, you should know better than me."

"Hey, what do you think of Alaska? I've been thinking lately, should I try snow sports, like sledding or something. You know what? Paul did a sled dog movie before, and he said sledding is It's a fun sport, and running through the snowy fields must be exciting."

"Yesterday, Fox called. They said, 'American Idol' wanted me on stage to sing 'The Beast' in the first week of this year's live broadcast, ha, how about it, isn't it ridiculous? How could I? Promise. They're going crazy."

"However, I agreed to their request to use the 'Beast' copyright. Andy suggested to them that at the opening show, all the finalists would sing the song collectively. To be honest, I think the proposal is a bit hilarious, prank kind, so-so In other words, they all sing classic songs, and 'The Beast' is not a classic. But, entertainment is the most important thing. So, I didn't say no."

"...I still look forward to the version you sing even more."

Quietly, quietly lying on the lawn, with Erlang's legs raised, an unlit cigarette in the corner of his mouth, looking at the blue sky above his head, talking ramble, as if Heather never left, as if time It never passed, they returned to Mount Sinai Hospital again, they returned to those times again, little troubles, little worries, always on their lips, but the sun was so beautiful.

The whole cemetery is so quiet, you can hear the birds chirping, you can hear the wind whistling, and it is not affected by the outside world at all. The chaos of the media, the hustle and bustle of the hype, the chatter of the arguments, the vigour of the attention, all of them have been blocked from the outside, and it seems that they have entered a completely different world.

Heather, right here to sleep peacefully.

This is New Jersey, the state of New Jersey adjacent to New York. Compared with the bustling and noisy New York, New Jersey seems to be a bit too quiet. The leisure and leisure of the countryside and the desolation and vastness of the suburbs make every inch of the soil under our feet contain vitality.

To New Yorkers, this "vitality" seems to be a contemptible vulgar taste, and they ridicule them; but to the deceased, this "vitality" buries the vigor and vitality of spring, as if to imply that, The end does not mean the end, but the origin of another beginning.

Renly always had an illusion. Heather didn't leave.

It was an illusion, he knew, that Heather had died, the funeral was over, and he was now lying beside the tombstone. The consciousness is very clear, the reason is very certain, everything is very real, and there is no place for misunderstanding. However, he still had the illusion that time seemed to be permanently fixed on a certain afternoon on Mount Sinai, and everything in the world stopped.

Unconsciously, the smile on the corner of his mouth rose, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

"If George and Elizabeth saw this scene, they should be furious, haha. By the way, George is my father and Elizabeth is my mother. I have never had a chance to introduce you to you. You are my friend and they are mine. Family. Last time, when my second sister Edith came to New York, I thought about it, but it still didn't make it. Now, it's a pity."

"Oh, parents. They are poor nobles, you know, with titles, but their wealth and territory are gone, and they still have to rely on work to make a living. Of course, the difference is that they still live in high society, Maintaining a bright and beautiful life, at the same time, maintaining the etiquette and style of the nobility."

"So, they should be pissed when they see me lying here, among a pile of tombstones, and enjoying the afternoon at leisure. No, angry, that's not the right word, they should be ashamed. Refuse to admit, They knew me and pretended that nothing happened and that it never happened, completely treating me as a transparent person. Well, that's right."

...

Smiling, the smile on the corner of his mouth leaked a bit of bitterness.

"Sometimes, I actually envy you, Ellie and Derek for being so caring and considerate. After you died, they put all the blame on me, I know, but I don't mind because they need someone Blame, they need someone to anger, otherwise they can't hold on. Losing you, it's an unacceptable fact for them... I'm really envious."

The words paused for a moment, and a burst of warmth and sourness suddenly filled his eyes. Ren Li tightly closed his eyes tightly. Emotions disappeared quickly like an ebb tide, and the smile bloomed again.

"Heather, tell you a secret. This is my second life. My name is Chu Jiashu. Once, I spent ten years on the hospital bed.

Yes, I know all of your anguish and struggles; in the end, I too came to the end of my life, and when I woke up again, I became Renly Hall. "

"Heather, do you hear that? That's why, that's why I always refuse to give up, that's why I chase my dreams, that's why I'm different. If, you can hear, remember, Run, keep running, keep running towards that ray of hope, and if you have a second chance, don’t give up this time. Don’t.”

The biggest secret hidden in the depths of the heart, whispered to another soul, a soul so similar and so connected with him, as if the one lying beside him was not Heather Cross, but the former Chu Jiashu, Crossing the barriers of time and space, he saw his past self again, and he also saw the past Heather. The two images gradually overlapped and were indistinguishable.

This is the first and last time. It was a secret that belonged to Renly and Heather, like "saying you won't give up".

The faint sunlight fell down, and the sadness and melancholy hovering in the chest melted and disintegrated; a touch of warmth penetrated into it and flowed towards the heart along the blood. The smile was outlined again, and he opened his eyes, and the dark brown eyes regained their usual look.

Sitting up straight, he turned his head to look at the epitaph on the tombstone, "Heather Cross, 1995-2012, when the music is flowing, I will realize that some things, after all, the darkness can't get out of me. taken away."

Renly chuckled softly, and read the epitaph carefully, he liked this sentence, and always did, with a hint of relief in his eyes, "This time, Don Quixote will not regret it until the end of his life. For a moment, she was still a dreamer." Then, she patted the tombstone gently, as if patting Heather on the shoulder, and put the butterfly kite in front of the tombstone again.

"Goodbye. Heather Cross." Farewell, after all, came, albeit belatedly.

Without hesitation, sigh, or reluctance, Renly stood up, strode away, and left the cemetery.

Suddenly, the wind picked up and the wind was blowing, Renly turned his head reflexively, and then saw the butterfly kite beside the tombstone, fluttering up and running in a chaotic manner, outlining the trajectory of the wind, the more Fly higher, fly higher, whizz by, fly free.

In the end, it disappeared into the icy blue sky, as if it touched the outline of the clouds, melted into the golden sunlight, and could no longer be found. Renly knew it was finally free.

Withdrawing his gaze, he stepped forward again, and walked towards the entrance of the cemetery unhurriedly.

The huge cemetery covers a vast area, and it may take thirty or even sixty minutes to measure only with two feet. Therefore, people always drive their cars directly into the cemetery, park on the side of the road, and then climb the steps to sweep the graves.

However, Renly didn't drive here today, he just reached out and stopped a taxi, left New York, arrived at the cemetery, and then waved the driver to leave. He needs a little alone time, and a little goodbye time. Renly never worried about how to leave.

I left the cemetery slowly and leisurely, without feeling tired on my feet. There is a small town nearby, not noisy and prosperous, but not desolate and remote, just a small town full of life.

Letting the footsteps lead, without deliberately identifying the direction, I walked for a long time, I don’t know if it was ten minutes or forty minutes, and finally felt hungry, so I stopped at any shabby bar by the roadside and pushed the door. go in.

The old bar is full of smoky historical texture. There are five or six guests sitting sparsely, peeling peanuts, chatting without a word, with a little restlessness in the tranquility, filled with a touch of warmth. The bars here are always friendlier and more intimate than in New York.

"Good afternoon, what do you need?" The young bartender standing at the bar dropped the rag in his hand and came over.

Renly's eyes fell on the small stage next to him. A middle-aged man was sitting on a high stool, tuning the guitar in his arms. His long golden brown hair was messy, and his unfinished beard was even more desolate. With a greasy and dirty little top hat, no lights and no microphone, he was busy with his own business.

"Is there anyone in the kitchen now?" Renly asked skillfully. After getting a positive answer, he ordered the simplest burger and fries, ordered a glass of beer, and enjoyed the afternoon leisurely.

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