The lady stood up, took the microphone from the staff, and stomped her feet in place excitedly, which made the scene resound with a good-natured chuckle, "Alan, thank you, I love you!" Alan also gave a flying kiss in response, and there was another commotion in the audience, "Hello Lan Li, I really like your performance in 'Buried Alive', because of that movie, my boyfriend finally doesn't dare to lock me in the bathroom now." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

A joke won the laughter of the audience. Lan Li is also uncontrollable.

The lady continued, "Actually, I'm in a bad mood today, I just buried my dog the day before yesterday. There was a regretful voice at the scene, "He has been with me for ten years, and during the years of my depression and anorexia, he was the only one who was with me, if it weren't for him......" Saying this, the lady's voice choked, she covered her mouth, but her eyes were still full of tears, and the whole studio was filled with a faint sadness.

"Condolences change. Allen's expression also darkened, and he said in a deep voice, "At any time, parting always makes people feel sad and painful, I hope you can pick yourself up again, he definitely doesn't want you to fall into the darkness again, what's his name?"

"Max. The lady's voice came out of her palm vaguely, and she wiped the tears from her cheeks vigorously, "I know that he will leave one day, but when this day comes, it is still difficult to accept." Alan, your show is the only thing that keeps me going, and I thought, I can't lie in bed/and continue to hate myself, so, I forced myself to be here. ”

"I'm glad you're here. Alan stood up, walked straight up to the lady, gave her a warm hug, and whispered in her ear, "All will be fine." Trust me, everything will be fine. ”

Sitting on the sofa, Lan Li looked at the lady quietly.

In those eyes full of pain, he truly felt the predicament and embarrassment of that soul. In his last life, he stayed in the hospital for ten years, and for one-third of his life, he was firmly confined to that square inch of land, experiencing birth, old age, sickness and death, but he could never escape.

He knew that parting was a part of life, but it was a part that could never be learned. I made a new friend, but I died in just three months, and I made a new friend, and when I was seriously ill, I lay in the hospital bed/vomited blood like crazy, and life was worse than death...... Again and again, even if it is understood that parting is inevitable, every parting is still unbearable.

He also knew that depression and anorexia were two simple terms, but they were deadly, no one could lend a hand, the pain of drowning and suffocation, along the pores bit by bit devouring the soul, even if he knew it was wrong, even if he knew that he had to make a change, but he still couldn't do anything.

Words are so simple, so pale, that they are simply not enough to support the weight of the soul.

"Ma'am, may I ask what is your name?" After Alan returned, Lan Li asked out loud, and his voice couldn't help but add a touch of heaviness.

"Rachel. ”

"Rachel. Lan Li repeated the name, and said with a sincere look in his eyes, "I can't imagine what kind of time you're going through, and I don't know what I can do to help. But I hope, I hope you can find a glimmer of light in that darkness and persevere. ”

Rachel nodded lightly and bit her lower lip so hard that she couldn't make a sound.

Lan Li lowered his head and looked at the strings under his fingertips, which were quiet and stiff in the refraction of the bright halo, as if he could see that the slightest light disappeared into the deep black strings, being swallowed little by little, as if a black hole appeared on top of the ice field, absorbing all the light and all the temperature.

The cold and reckless ice field, the rolling waves, only one person left, alone, boundless white surging under his feet, small to the extreme, lonely to the extreme, dazed.

With a slight hook of the fingertips, the strings shook slightly, and the clear notes bloomed in the air, like fireworks in full bloom, which were blue.

Tick it again, and it's a musical note, and it's red. Then, yellow, green, purple...... One after another musical notes are blooming proudly, and the boundless ice field is full of colorful colors, but it sets off the vastness and breadth of the world more and more, the glaciers with no end in sight, the sky that cannot be touched, the sea that cannot be penetrated, and the huge world, human beings are as insignificant as dust.

The chaotic musical notes don't seem to be connected, and even a little boring, making people drowsy.

But the audience in the studio was not impatient, quietly staring at Lan Li, staring at the guitar, this is the process of music creation, the process that the artists have never really shown in front of them, even Alan cast his eyes with a magical face, full of interest and anticipation.

"Once upon a time, in the spring, we built boats together, with feathers and bones, set fire to our homes, and walked barefoot in the snow. ”

Lan Li's hoarse voice sang a cappella without melodic accompaniment, just relying on the interpretation of the voice, but the melodious singing was like the sound of the waves of the sea, coming from far and near, gently echoing in the studio, tearing apart the ultimate tranquility, breaking the ultimate tranquility, like a snail, coming with the wind.

The poetic lyrics, under the interpretation of Lan Li, have a kind of indifferent and casual chic, jumping lightly among the strings - Lan Li plucked the strings, just a light sweep, like the wings of a bird, gliding over the tips of the white waves, stirring up the air flow, bringing a refreshing moisture, a little bit of the ocean, a little bit of the forest, a little bit of the sky.

"The rhythm of the drums came far and wide, drifting with us to the storm, and the lion cub lost its baby tooth and is now swimming in the ocean. ”

The grandeur of the scene sketched in the three words is jaw-dropping: in the midst of the storm and stormy seas, a canoe marches towards the storm, the penetrating drum beats through the waves, firm and majestic;

In the face of the storm, human beings are so small, and in front of the ocean, the lions are so small, but they do not flinch in the slightest, bravely and fearlessly rush into the unknown, embrace difficulties, drum beats, roaring bravery, in the cruelty of nature, Yu Yu forward, open up a world of their own.

There is no accompaniment, Lan Li is completely singing, and some are just the last strumming of each lyric, but the graceful tune, the beautiful lyrics, and the tenacious emotions are conveyed between the lines, just like the dance steps of the Irish "Riverdance", blooming flowers on the hard heart, sonorous and powerful.

Lan Li gently tapped the case with the palm of his hand, and in this most primitive and simple way, he struck the rhythm.

The rhythm, slowly raising its head, seems to awaken everyone's heart, and begins to step on the same rhythm and beat. I saw that the slender fingers quickly plucked the strings, and the golden notes flowed down like a waterfall, from thin to full, and the whole world was suddenly filled with that calm and cheerful melody.

The darkness gradually dissipated, and the light returned, revealing the world as it was.

"Chaotic thoughts stir in your chest, settle down in a place of relaxation and rest, and the birds leave my tall friend and crash with your body against the sand. ”

When you close your eyes, you can clearly sketch out that little bit of brightening space in your mind, as if God was building a new world, with waves roaring above the ocean, green in the depths of the forest, and the wind howling in the far end of the firmament...... People can't help but open their arms, slowly platter their feet, and raise their chins high, as if they can touch the trajectory of the wind, and their bodies become lighter.

A little higher, a little higher. With a slight force on the toes, the body flew away, the hands became wings, soaring in the center of the world, the breath of freedom surrounded itself, every pore on the body was opened, feeling the refreshing and casual air, and the fingertips touched the trajectory of the light breeze, like flowing water, gurgling and delicate.

"The sky is full of stars, and it has evolved into the eyes of a tiger, looking down on my face, breaking free from the shackles of time and space. ”

The world is so big, the heavens and the earth are so wide, but human beings are so small.

Once upon a time, we thought that we were abandoned by the world, we thought that we were left alone in the huge world, we thought that the whole world was rejecting us, that every day of our life was like purgatory, and every moment of our breath was like torture.

But in the midst of the reckless nature, I found that even if it is lonely, even if it is hell, even if it is torment, it is still so beautiful to be alive, and the magnificence of the panoramic view makes everything pale, just open my arms, feel the pleasure of the wind passing through my arms, and embrace ...... Freely.

The moving melody is like a trickle, but it is like a surging river, constantly sharpening and colliding in Lan Li's vicissitudes of voice, and the romantic beauty in the scarred makes the smile bloom brightly in the tears.

"So, hold on to ......" The melody under the fingertips stopped again, and the corners of Lan Li's mouth outlined the arc of a smile, gentle and firm, like the sand that has been tempered thousands of times in the sea, unyieldingly maintaining his edges and corners, rampage, even if his head is broken and bleeding, he will not give up, and he will not regret it even if he is alone. And then...... The melody resonated in unison, and all the emotions were heartily vented down,

"Insist on pure self, insist on self-righteousness. ”

Magnificent, magnificent, fresh and pleasant, thrilling. The sentence "persistence" is simple to the extreme, simple to the extreme, but bursting out with a thousand lights, Lan Li just held the guitar, gently shook his body, and sang loudly, "Lala, lalala......" with that monotonous to boring onomatopoeia, humming perseverance and impassioned emotions.

Like flowers blooming on a cliff.

Note: Your-Bones - Of-Monsters-And-Men