Heather's fingers were still not very flexible, and the fingertips of the strings seemed to be unable to exert force, especially the little finger, which was always prone to slipping, which also made it impossible for the melody to follow the plan of the score, but she did not have the slightest irritability, and practiced intently, as if she was preparing for a world-class concert. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The sun near noon was a little dazzling, scorching and scorching, softly draped over her shoulders, but the awkward and stiff fingers were shining, at this moment, she never seemed to be entangled/lingering on the sickbed, nor had she been hit by fate, and her body was full of vitality, which made people unable to take their eyes off.

The fragmented melody came intermittently, and Heather tried to hum along with the notes, but because the melody was not coherent, the singing voice was also a little scattered, "So we arrived, a lonely place that we can't go back to......" Heather's voice was immature and green, but there was a kind of crispness and vitality of the first cry, and the sadness that wandered between the notes was slowly diffuse, "You are the face that made me go to the soup, this is the name that the children will inherit......"

The song was only halfway sung, and then it broke again, but Heather still didn't give up, adjusted her gestures, and continued to play, "Cast the charm, cast the crown." ”

It's the "beast".

It was the "Beast" he composed last time he was at Mount Sinai Hospital, but what really shocked Lan Li was that Heather was able to replay the score after only listening to him play it once. This is a kind of talent, a talent for musicality, a talent for music theory, an innate talent for being able to recognize melody.

This was the first time Lan Li discovered another side of Heather, and he was a little surprised, but more than a surprise.

Halfway through playing, Heather's fingers were already sore, and she began to disobey her, and she shook her palms vigorously in an attempt to regain control, a hint of frustration and irritation between her brows.

Lan Li can read the trace of restlessness - obviously want to work hard, but can't, obviously want to fight, but can't get a response, obviously want to struggle, but have no heart.

The deep sense of powerlessness makes people angry, eager to destroy the whole world, but even more helpless, because they are completely helpless. In Heather's body, Lan Li saw herself, who had been so eager to get rid of the shackles of that hospital bed, but was finally consumed alive under that white. Slow, cruel.

Heather seemed to notice Lan Li's eyes and looked up, and the eyes of the two collided through the glass.

Heather was not flustered, nor angry, nor shy, just a little surprised, and the slightly flickering eyes immediately calmed down, and she looked at Lan Li quietly. Those calm eyes, with maturity and coldness that did not match her age, almost hard to believe that she was only fifteen years old this year.

The pain and torture of the illness made her experience the vicissitudes that she should not have faced at the age of fifteen.

Facing Heather's gaze, Lan Li showed a smile and looked at it calmly, not flustered at all because his "bystander" behavior just now was seen through on the spot, as if all this was natural. Then Lan Li took a step, walked around the glass wall, walked into the entertainment room, and asked in a very ordinary tone, "Are you learning guitar?"

Lan Li's calmness also affected Heather, she was stunned, then nodded as well, and responded lightly, "Hmm." I'm not a performer, though, more of a singer. The guitar is just for rehabilitation. ”

"You can tell you're a great singer. Lan Li shrugged, "Or rather, it has the potential to be a great singer." ”

Lan Li walked diagonally across from Heather, sat down, stretched out his right hand, and laid it flat in front of Heather, "I never knew that you liked to sing. ”

Heather hesitated for a moment and tried to put the guitar in Lan Li's palm, but because the guitar was a little heavy, her wrist couldn't support it, so Lan Li took the initiative to take the guitar, "My biggest dream is to participate in 'American Idol'." After saying this, Heather added with some anxiety, "Don't laugh at me!"

Lu Li couldn't help but sigh, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, but then he pursed it again, "Maybe you can try it next year." The minimum age to participate in American Idol is 16 years old.

The smile on Heather's lips was a little bitter, and she wanted to argue a few words, but then she gave up, there was no need to explain, didn't she?

Lan Li's gaze fell on Heather, he could read the negativity in Heather, lowered his eyes, hid the mixed emotions, and then hooked the strings on the bottom line of his fingertips, "You should use the fingertips, and then keep the first knuckle ninety degrees bent, so that only a little bit of strength is needed to achieve the best suppression effect." As if he hadn't noticed Heather's illness at all, Lan Li explained it in the way of teaching ordinary people.

Heather looked at it very seriously, the slender fingers gently outlined the notes, there was a wonderful beauty, the familiar melody slowly flowed out, all this was really magical, a few simple notes in a special way in a series of series, and then it could be turned into a moving melody, awakening the deep resonance in the heart.

Lan Li looked up, looked at Heather, and gave a signal. Heather hesitated and missed the first four beats, but she regained her composure and sang, "...... In pursuit of your destiny in the darkness, I saw you scarred late last night, and I saw you dancing in the arms of demons. ”

At first, Heather's voice was still a little tight, and she missed two beats in a row, but she quickly forced herself to calm down, closed her eyes, and listened intently to the strings of the guitar, as if the whole person was merged into the melody, and the surging emotions swept over, and the world suddenly fell silent, as if she was the only one left, standing on top of the world, singing loudly.

"So when you're weak, when you're on your knees, I'll do my best for the rest of the day, guarding your vows, alive and true. ”

The same song, Heather and Lan Li's style is completely different, in Lan Li's interpretation, there is a trace of loss in melancholy, and a faint loneliness is faint, but Heather's interpretation gives a different taste, the sharp pain is like a pendant, little by little into the bottom of the heart, the pain is like a ripple gently rippling, the muscles of the whole body have been tensed to the extreme, but he can't shout, gritting his teeth and insisting, it seems that as long as he holds on for a while, he can reach the other side, but ...... The end is never in sight.

"So grass / Your dreams, how dare you forget our scars, I will incarnate as a beast for you, if you pay enough money, all is countless, and few dreams can be remembered. ”

When Heather sang the lyrics, the desperate sadness turned into tears and slid down her cheeks unexpectedly, but she didn't wipe them away, just sang loudly and sang to her heart's content. Her voice was trembling slightly, and her tone seemed to be a little off, but the pure emotions were completely released, making Lan Li's heart sour.

Heather in front of her was like a wounded beast, she longed for freedom, she chased her dreams, but her scarred body slowed down her steps, staggered, and finally stumbled, spilling hot blood all the way, as if the mountains were full of rhododendrons.

When the song was finished, Heather sat quietly in place, tears welling up again, but she stubbornly bit her lip and refused to let go. Only in this way will the tears not slip down again, so that the fragility of her heart will not be revealed again.

Lan Li's fingertips stopped on the strings, and he could faintly feel the touch of the rough strings on his fingertips, but his heart was full of concern, he knew Heather's feelings better than anyone else, his soul was trapped in this body, firmly bound to freedom, unable to find an exit, and unable to see hope.

"You know what? I envy you, I really envy you. Heather's voice was trembling slightly, her fists clenched, unwilling to relax at all, as if she would completely collapse if she relaxed a little, "I envy you for being able to move freely, I envy you for chasing your dreams, I envy you for singing wantonly, I envy you for being able to stand on the stage and use your soul to convey the emotions in the melody, and then let people touch the softness of your heart, but it won't hurt you......" Heather's voice faded away, and the mixture of frustration and anger weighed down heavily, and her shoulders drooped.

Lan Li's eyes were a little warm, and he lowered his eyes in embarrassment, all of which was too familiar, and it hit him unexpectedly.

For a moment, there was silence in the entertainment room, and the faint loneliness and sadness flowed in the air.

Heather slowly raised her head and looked at Lan Li in front of her, feeling a little confused.

Dreams are too far away for her, because reality is so choking her throat that even survival has become a problem, and she has no time or space to think about more things. Dream, it's a luxury. He's trying his best to pursue his dream of being an actor, and his musical talent is just a hobby for him. He is so wanton, so ostentatious, so indulgent, so ...... Freely.

"Sometimes, I really hate you. Heather spoke, breaking the short silence, but after speaking, she couldn't help but laugh, which made Lan Li chuckle too, spread her hands, and looked helpless, "Geniuses always suffer from jealousy. This arrogant remark caused Heather to roll her eyes again and express her strong displeasure.

The smile slowly disappeared from the corner of his mouth, and Lan Li said seriously, "If you want, I can accompany you to 'American Idol' next year, you know, I can also go for a long time and touch Simon-Cowell by the way......"

Before Lan Li finished speaking, Heather was directly amused, and made up the picture of Simon and Lan Li confronting each other, and laughed more and more happily, "I think, Simon must not be able to say you, he will be a scoundrel then." ”