The vast Madison Square Garden was silent. The clear guitar strings flow quietly like spring water, and the warm and touching story, the bitter and sad story, the romantic and beautiful story, and the sad and lost story are told in the simple guitar chords.

Delicate and deep emotions, like the willow wind in early spring and March, warm, golden, soft and gentle, slapped on the face, unconsciously, the corners of the mouth rose, but the eyes were inexplicably stained with tears, and the colorful halo rippled in the sight, like bright stars.

I love you so much that you won't know it, I'm so reluctant but can only pretend to be indifferent, I'm so eager but afraid of losing. Actually, deep down, I want to be with you until my temples are gray.

Crush is like this, bitter and sweet, happy and sad, like the whale named Alice in the deep blue sea.

Huge and magnificent figures swim freely, turbulent undercurrents pass through the side, fish creatures linger on their wings, birds with wings linger on their backs, they have seen the magnificence of the fantasy world, passed through the tranquility of the depths of the sea, and stopped in the wonderland of Eden, but countless stories are not listened to, singing, dancing and living alone.

The corners of the mouth raised, the tears that slipped, the surging happiness, the most wonderful, the most private, the grandest, and the most insignificant emotions in the depths of the heart, completely broke all the defenses, and the brain fell into a blank, just quietly looking at the stage, quietly looking at Lan Li, quietly listening to the singing, helpless, unable to help himself.

Everyone, the audience of 20,000 people, everyone is no exception, the simple but deep, delicate and turbulent crush, attachment and love, in the guitar strings between the entanglement/lingering/sorrow/compassion, so slowly, slowly, sinking.

Tonight, Madison Square Garden has become one of the most special and warm corners in the depths of memory. This is a concert for Heather Cross, this is a concert for Lance Hall, and this is a concert for everyone who is 20,000 people present. That's why music is moving.

Heather stretched out her right hand, every cell in her body called, she tried to pass through the layers of space, touch the figure, but only 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 hard, and the pull of gravity violently broke the support of her hands and feet, and she sat down, curled up in place.

She couldn't even stand up, she couldn't even speak. What should she do?

The trivial and low sound, in the huge scene of silence and emotion, did not attract any attention, not even the slightest sound of friction. But, Ellie felt it.

Turning her head, through her tearful eyes, Ellie saw Heather trying to stand up. Turbulent, moved, intoxicated, all kinds of emotions made Elle completely unable to think, just hurriedly bent down, deep help, wanting to help - but, she didn't even know what Heather was doing, just worried: Heather's current physical condition was simply unbearable, why did she want to stand up, could she stand up?

However, Heather refused Ellie's help. Raised his hand and pushed away Ellie's hands, weak in strength, but extremely resolute.

Raising her head, Heather met Ellie's gaze, and did not speak, the spasms and tightness of her throat made her make a single sound, but her resolute gaze made the meaning clear, "I need to do it myself." I'll have to do it myself!"

That determination, that certainty, Elle couldn't help but be stunned, opened her mouth, and before her brain could react, her hands were slowly loosened. However, Elle didn't dare to let go completely, so she could only guard from far away, ready to provide protection at any time, and then, Derek also noticed the situation here, rubbed his reddened eyes, collected his emotions, and quickly bent down and joined the ranks of the protective net.

Heather ignored it, and just concentrated and concentrated on her work: her hands supported the armrests of the wheelchair, and she supported her body with all her strength and strength, but the weight of her body was so clumsy, and the effect of gravity was so heavy, that her weak feet did not help at all, relying only on her thin hands, trying to complete the task.

A simple standing move, but it was so difficult for Heather. Her hands began to tremble violently, but she had no intention of giving up, gritted her teeth, clenched her fists, and little by little, very slowly, staggered, and stood up.

Her feet staggered a little and she swayed in place twice, but fortunately Elle and Derek stepped in to help her in time to avoid the danger of turning over. For others, it's just the most basic action of daily life, the first thing to do after waking up each day, but for Heather, she exerts all her strength, standing still, her legs still trembling slightly.

Heather, however, smiled. Laughing brightly.

Raising her head, through the layers of light, through the darkness, through the thickets, she saw Lan Li. He was still playing the guitar intently, he was still singing the song with all his heart, and a touch of tenderness and depth in the light and shadow loomed in his eyes, with a fleeting light of water.

"I want to stay with you......" Lan Li's fingertips stopped, and continued to sing in the curling strings, but the voice was a little choked, the heavy bitterness and sadness dragged the ankles, slowly sinking, the heart swayed, the rich emotion was stuck in the throat like this, pinching off the singing, the short pause and the silence of the precipitation, permeated with a faint helplessness, but fell heavily on the heart.

Taking a deep breath, Lan Li redrew the strings and sang again, "I want to stay with you, through the side of death, because you are always waiting there, when I need it most. ”

The most affectionate confession is eternal companionship. Even if death intervenes, even if yin and yang are separated, even if the sky is old and the earth is old, the eternity in the heart still stops at the moment when they stay with each other, time and space, life and death, everything has lost its meaning, only each other is left, and it only belongs to each other.

Heather stood there, so sad, yet so impulsive, the more longing, the more timid, the closer she came, the more frightened. The despair that fell on the shoulders was magnificent and grand. He took a small step cautiously, but he could no longer walk, and could only stand stiffly in place, with tears in his eyes.

Elle, who was standing next to her, was already crying silently. The more beautiful the moment, the more cruel the reality, watching Heather's gains and losses, watching Heather's hesitation, Elle was crushed by despair, and she had to cover her mouth to avoid crying. At the age of sixteen, Heather was only sixteen, and her life had not even had time to begin.

Derek couldn't help but avoid his gaze, feeling powerless than ever. Suddenly, I started to hate myself.

Between the spotlight and the line of darkness, Lan Li raised her head, and through time and space, her gaze fell on Heather. He could see her, he could see the thin but stubborn figure, he could see the girl whose life was weak but refused to compromise, he could see the soul who burned her life to chase her dreams, he could see her who weaved brocade in her limited life.

In her, he saw who he used to be, and he saw himself who he once chose to give up. Deep down, how he longed to see her future, to see her stand up again, step into the future, create her own world, and realize her own dreams. Maybe, just maybe, one day in the future, he can do it too.

"I will love you until I take my last breath, until death takes me away, immortal as a vow. The guitar melody began to gradually rise, and Lan Li's singing voice burst out with incredible power, it was the weight of the soul, so heavy that it was breathless, "So I wrote this song for you and told everyone that I was with you until we were all gone." ”

The fingers playing the guitar strings stopped, silently waiting for the chord sounds to dissipate in the air, and the whole world fell silent, as if the sound of the heart could be heard.

Puff, puff, puff...... The messy sound is hitting the pulse of life, the surging emotion and the precipitated sadness collide together, and the rich chemical reaction is almost suffocating.

Lan Li looked in that direction quietly, he knew that Heather was there, and whispered, "I just ask you and I won't let go, and I promise that you won't give up." ”

In an instant, Heather's emotions collapsed for the second time, and the tears that poured out made the spotlight on the stage transform into a colorful color, as if countless stars were spilling into the sky, and the whole world was brightened. She just stood where she was, unable to move, unable to speak, just laughing, laughing widely, and weeping wildly, like a psychopath.

"Heather Cross. The name flashed through Hope Baez's mind, and everything lit up like a beacon, and she understood the meaning of tonight's concert, she understood the meaning of the song, and she even understood the meaning of the name Heather Cross, which was the desire for dreams, and that was the pursuit of life.

Everything was explained.

This is always the case with the Blue Rites, the same is true with "Don Quixote", and the same is true with "One Man's Concert". On the road of chasing dreams, every step is so firm and resolute, and the meaning of life is blooming proudly little by little. The 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, just eagerly and longingly followed Lan Li's gaze, looking for Heather Cross in the vast sea of people, expecting her to respond, looking forward to her being able to regain strength, and even more expecting her to realize her dreams.

In this moment, they are all Don Quixote, they are both supporters on the road of each other's dreams, they are all companions in each other's lives. It's not just Lanley, it's not just Hope, it's William, it's Graham, it's Timsey...... And every listener at Madison Square Garden.