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"You ......"

"You ......"

"You speak first. ”

"You speak first. ”

"I ......"

"I ......"

The two people spoke at the same time but paused at the same time, stunned but chuckled at the same time, the synchronized posture perfectly interpreted the action of "looking in the mirror", which is a daily life action, but there is a kind of accustomed take for granted in the weirdness, and then the two people were quiet at the same time, just looking at each other quietly, no one spoke, but no one left.

The pain of the headache has all disappeared, leaving only a piece of nothingness, faintly, the fingertips are trembling slightly, the toes are floating gently, the chaotic and trance touch seems to be standing in the clouds, never finding his center of gravity, all perceptions and thoughts have become blurred.

Is this reality or fantasy, is this a dream or an idea?

He watched him.

He also looked at him.

A faint sadness and bitterness slowly spread, neither of them spoke, but they couldn't help but palpitate, unable to distinguish whether it was panic or fear, and could not tell whether it was joy or apprehension. Time and space have completely lost their meaning at this moment, and there is a black field around the sight, boundless black, with no end in sight.

"You should say goodbye. ”

As the silence slowly spread, a third voice appeared, as if through his ears, directly in the depths of his mind, and he turned his head in unison, and then saw Heather Cross appearing out of thin air.

Why is Heather here?

Why did Heather and Chu Jiashu appear at the same time again?

Why did Heather choose to appear at this time?

The previous questions had not been answered, and the later questions had arisen again, and Lan Li immediately realized his clumsiness: without the cover of gentlemanly etiquette, without the sophistication of the two worlds, and without the calm and suppressed restraint, all his emotions seemed to be impossible to hide, like a newborn baby, and everything was revealed in a bare manner.

Heather in front of her, dressed in a white lace dress, with a bright smile, bright eyes, and emaciated shoulders, all seemed to have not changed, and the power of time had forgotten her existence, so that she still retained that innocent and playful face, and time was frozen forever at the age of seventeen.

Heather stopped five paces away, waved his hand with a smile, and said hello, "Hey." ”

"......" Lan Li tried to say hello, but the words were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't make a sound at all, he thought he could face it calmly, he thought he was used to it, but the faint pain in the depths of his heart rippled again, and then his eyes couldn't help but redden.

In the end, Lan Li could only show a big smile, a bitter but bright smile, and nodded lightly towards Heather. That's all.

Heather seemed to notice Lan Li's gaze, and her smile bloomed widely, "Lan Li, I'm fine, I'm serious, I'm fine now, don't worry about me." The most important question now is you, you're not good, you're not good at all. ”

"I'm fine. Lan Li's smile was stained with a touch of difficulty, trying to hide his true emotions, but he found that he couldn't do it at all, and all his thoughts were presented undisguised. Even though Heather didn't continue to speak, Lan Li became embarrassed, shook her head helplessly, and lowered her gaze.

Then Heather said again, "You should say goodbye." ”

"I've already said it. Lan Li reflexively tried to justify.

Heather was not in a hurry, but quietly looked at Lan Li, pausing for a long time, "Lan Li, you know you don't, otherwise, you wouldn't be trapped in the same predicament, again and again, over and over again, like a nightmare, entangled countless times to this day." He's here, and I'm here. ”

Lan Li raised his head, looked at Chu Jiashu directly opposite, and then looked at Heather on the right side, and then closed his eyes in pain, "I said goodbye, more than once, but I don't know how to continue waving goodbye, I don't know." I can't. Lan Li shook his head slightly, every movement seemed to consume all his strength, "I can't do it." ”

"Lan Li, the real farewell, is not goodbye, but embracing and accepting, or remembering and commemorating. What we need is reconciliation with ourselves. Heather whispered, "I'm here, he's here, we're always there." Farewell does not mean forgetting, but a new beginning. ”

No one can say goodbye to the past once and for all.

Because, it is thanks to the past experience, good and bad, positive and negative, smooth and twists and turns, happy and suffering, all those things put together that make the present self possible, so when a person begins to say goodbye to himself, he is also denied the value of his own existence, even if it is completely changed, those memories are deeply rooted, and the past is like a nightmare forever and forever entangled.

Blue Rite is no exception.

Those memories and experiences that belong to Chu Jiashu have made the current Lan Li, those pains, those frustrations, those tortures, those frustrations and those darkness, all of which are deeply hidden in the depths of memory, but the change of appearance is still the same soul after all, he thinks he has calmed down, he thinks he has gotten used to it, he thinks he has been honest, but ...... He didn't.

He just started a new life.

Carefully hide those memories in the depths of your mind, like a large, ugly back scar, the wound heals after the pain, and then refuses to turn back again, and runs barefoot straight ahead with all your might, as if as long as you don't look back, the scar is gone, and you can turn a new page, as if the scar never appeared.

The same is true about Heather.

But he was wrong.

From "anti-cancer me" to "detachment", from "gravity" to "drunken folk ballads", entangled and trapped again and again, farewell and turning around again and again, those memories have never really calmed down, ignoring does not mean disappearing, ignoring does not mean healing, and running away does not mean getting rid of it.

Now, it's time for the "Burst Drummer". This lingering nightmare still lingers in the depths of my mind from beginning to end, never disappearing or subsiding, coming and going over and over again. The real goodbye is never completed.

The so-called farewell is not to completely cut off the past, but to open your arms, embrace those scars and pains, embrace those hardships and ups and downs, admit the truest and most complete self, the beautiful and the ugly are all included, accept those frustrations, those fears, those torments, and also accept those happiness, those joys, those sincerity, bravely and firmly embrace yourself.

When you accept everything calmly, you can truly end the curtain and complete the transformation, incarnate into a new self, open a new world, and start a new life.

It's like Levine Davis of "Drunken Country Ballad".

At the end of the story, Levien finally returns to the kerosene lamp bar again, comes to the stage, and plays the melodious and moving song "wave goodbye", but this time, without Mike's company, he is alone, he no longer complains, no longer cynical, and no longer self-pity, opens his heart, and truly accepts the fact that he is alone:

"One morning in the future, not too far away, you will call my name, and I will say goodbye. ”

Levine accepted the facts, and the wound began to heal slowly, but he lost his way as the future should be, and he could only wait for his mood to calm down and start again, maybe he could find his way, maybe not, but at least, he would not continue to paralyze himself.

So did he.

He should learn to be grateful, thanks to those ten years of bed rest, so that he has precipitated all his irritability, and knows how to be satisfied with a little happiness; he should learn to be grateful, grateful for the pain that bound his body, let him understand the meaning of life, let go of his hands and feet, and run wildly; he should learn to hug, embrace those painful tortures, so that he has strong nerves and face all difficulties.

In those ten years, not all memories were painful and dark, and in the previous life, not all memories were bleak and dull. Only by truly embracing Chu Jiashu can we adhere to the choice of Lanli-Hall.

He doesn't know what will happen in the future, but he knows that he is eager to make breakthroughs, he is eager to continue to improve, he is eager to achieve greatness, he will never give up easily, let alone disarm and surrender, this period of life is still very long, and he is far from enjoying it.

He should learn to perform alone and throw away his crutches -

No longer deliberately distinguishing the difference between Chu Jiashu and Lan Li, but calmly embracing all memories, no longer deliberately demonizing the time on the hospital bed, but facing all the moments honestly, no longer deliberately trying his best to pull out his feet and run wildly, as if a flood beast is chasing after him, lest he slow down a little, and this period of life will come to naught like a dream.

The same goes for Andrew.

He has talent, but he is too young, he has talent, but he lacks experience, he has ability, but he needs time, he has the potential to transcend greatness, but he has to believe in himself.

All of this is contradictory, and he needs to accept the positive and the negative. No longer because of Fletcher's strength and madness, no longer forget the essence of the drum beat because of the pursuit of the ultimate speed, no longer forget the original intention of the beginning because of fierce competition, and no longer suffer from gains and losses because of the achievement of great dreams.

If Andrew himself binds himself, if Andrew himself imprisons himself, if Andrew himself rejects himself, then he will never be able to go further, he can only stay where he is, like an epiphany, proudly blooming, and then quickly withering and withering, fleeting.

Break and then stand.

But the premise is to admit yourself first. Andrew is so, and so is he.

"We need to reconcile with ourselves. ”

Suddenly, Lan Li's heart suffered a heavy punch, and another heavy punch, those scabbed wounds burst open again, and the blood bloomed into a flower, and the pain that penetrated into the bone marrow and imprinted soul was like a grand fireworks show, bursting out heartily, destroying all the defenses of Lan Li.

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