The darkness of the night came early, and the whole city was shrouded in a thick night, and the violent cold wind kept whining in the ears, and the snowflakes of rice grains mixed with it made the cheeks hurt for a while.

New York in February, with its unbridled display of its rage and rudeness, refuses to be friendly.

Derek Cross looked at the snowflakes and the thick night outside the car window, his face full of worry, turned his head, and looked at his daughter with a frown, "Heather, are you sure?"

Heather awkwardly spread her hands and rolled her eyes, "Dad, are you serious? After you did this to me, you actually come to ask me now, am I sure?" The merciless mode of complaining seemed to have regained her original appearance again, only vague words, weak tone, but she could never find her former appearance again.

At this time, Heather was dressed like a mummy, with three layers inside and three layers outside, tightly wrapped, and even her cheeks were wrapped in a bright red scarf, revealing only a pair of eyes. Heather believes they would even be willing to bring her a pair of ski goggles if necessary.

Now, Heather's limbs are like fitness maniacs who have over-exercised muscles, and they can only be awkwardly propped up, unable to do even simple movements such as bending their arms.

Although her mood was heavy, Ellie couldn't help but tug at the corners of her mouth, and she couldn't help laughing, especially after Heather moved her eyes and glanced at her mother speechlessly. Elle chuckled out loud - literally, Heather only had eyes to move now.

Looking at her mother, who couldn't help laughing, Heather complained depressedly, "Please......"

However, the words that followed were vague in saliva. Although she has successfully sobered up, her speech function has not fully recovered, and it is extremely difficult to express a sentence, even if she slowly bites the words word by word, it is still inevitably vague.

Heather didn't give up, swallowing her saliva with difficulty, and then spoke again, "We're going to be late." He kept his promise, and I will keep mine. "Simple words, without beginning or end, but irrefutable.

Ellie and Derek exchanged glances.

When Heather didn't wake up, they looked forward to Lan Li's concert to bring Heather to her senses, and when Heather did wake up, they looked forward to Heather being safe in the hospital room.

Are they too greedy?

"Mom, we're late. Heather couldn't help but remind again. In order to be able to make sure that everything was safe, they were already late, and now that there were less than five minutes left until eight o'clock, it was inevitable that they would be late. However, Heather still didn't want to miss it.

"Then let's go, we can't delay any longer. Derek said with determination, and then he saw his wife's stunned gaze, and he smiled, "A promise is a promise, and we have already said it." Derek nodded firmly, reaffirming his decision.

Ellie's expression struggled slightly, but finally smiled, "Then, we'd better speed up, otherwise, it would be a pity to miss the opening scene." ”

Princess Derek picked up Heather, and Elle went around to the back compartment to take out her wheelchair, and the two couples trotted all the way to Madison Square Garden in New York, where they could be seen greeted by medical personnel from a distance, escorted them into the protected area of the eaves, and then helped the family of three pass through the ticket gate.

Derek carefully placed Heather in the wheelchair and let out a long breath, "How is it, we're not late, are we?" and then neatly pulled out the concert tickets from his pocket, which Nathan personally sent to the hospital this afternoon, and the only three reserved tickets for the "one-man concert".

"Nope. The concert has not yet started. Kelly Barton, a nurse at Mount Sinai Hospital, met Derek's gaze with a smile, and then looked at Heather, "How can a concert start if one person hasn't arrived yet?"

"What?" Heather's eyes widened, full of excitement and enthusiasm, but she couldn't express it, just uttered a flurry of meaningless syllables, and she looked up and cast her eyes at her mother expectantly.

Ellie immediately understood what she meant, and nodded repeatedly, "Let's go in now." ”

……

On the stage of Madison Square Garden, it is simple and generous, in the dark, there is no superfluous stage decoration, there is no complex background effect, even the lighting is simplified, only a milky yellow halo, in the thick and heavy darkness, emitting a shining light, outlining all the scenes on the stage-

A drum kit, a black grand piano, a cello, three guitars, a microphone stand. That's all.

On the huge stage, Lan Li stood alone in the center, carrying an acoustic guitar on his back, standing in front of the microphone stand, his head lowered, and he was silent. The lazy lights sprinkled down, dragging the figures on the ground to the elders, outlining a touch of loneliness and loneliness, in the silence, the mist was swirling.

"What's going on? It's already past eight o'clock, and Lan Li has been standing on the stage for eight minutes, but he doesn't sing a song or say a word. What kind of concert is this? Are we just standing here silent? This is not a protest demonstration, so let's give us a little hint. ”

There was a sound of breathing in my ears, and the low voice of discussion was not noisy, but it was always buzzing and lingering.

William Taylor exchanged glances with his friends, Graham Hughes, Hope Baez, Tessa Briden and others were all around him, everyone shook their heads slightly, signaling William to ignore it, but William endured and endured, and still didn't hold back after all, "Shh!" motioned for them to be quiet, and then whispered, "This is a one-person concert, and Lan Li is waiting for the appearance of the agreed person." ”

Tonight's concert is really special.

There is no countdown, no warm-up guests, and even no notice, the audience doesn't know when to cheer, when to be excited, when to scream, the rhythm of the whole concert is confusing, even the whole audience before the concert starts to turn off the lights, and then turn on the lights again, such links are directly omitted, as soon as the time comes, Lan Li carried an acoustic guitar, walked on the stage, and appeared in front of everyone.

A navy shirt, black jeans, and black skateboard shoes. is so simple, so simple, so low-key, and it completes the stage, which makes people can't help but be full of question marks: Is this a concert?

The audience looked at each other, some applauded, some screamed, some were confused, and the sparse support was uneven, and it looked extremely shabby, but gradually, all the responses came together to form a wave, and the audience tried to show their support for Lan Li's stage in the most enthusiastic, turbulent, and surging way.

This concert is too special and too unique, burdened with countless controversies and doubts, and also faced countless criticisms and attacks, even if the audience who bought tickets to enter, not all of them were supporters, but also doubters and challengers.

Therefore, this wave was the most direct and powerful solidarity, and it lasted for three minutes with great vigor and vigor, and the whole garden became a surging ocean.

But, gradually, gradually, this support calmed down. Because Lan Li didn't stir up the atmosphere, didn't start singing, and didn't even respond without any response, he just stood quietly in the center of the stage. The emotions of confusion and incomprehension began to spread among the audience, and people looked at each other, but could not find an answer.

In the darkness, William met the puzzled gaze, "Didn't you listen to the album 'Don Quixote'? Don't you understand the meaning of this concert? Calm down, this is not a casual concert." ”

"/!" someone said disdainfully, and then muttered something like "" and "hype", but this time, William didn't argue too much, but smiled at his friends, signaling them to rest assured that he wouldn't be rash. Those doubts will never go away, but they will become the motivation for them to keep moving forward.

Raising his head, against the light, looking at Lan Li bathed in the light, William's mood was calmer than ever, and he joined the waiting ranks of the audience. It's like waiting for Godot.

Before you know it, the noisy and chaotic emotions gradually settle down, and finally disappear completely, silent, like a deep and vast sea, but a storm brews beneath the calm surface.

……

Heather opened her mouth as she entered Madison Square Garden, the arena was so big, like a starry sky, endless, majestic and majestic, and she felt her insignificance in an instant, like a speck of dust in the universe, and then Heather saw the full seats.

Looking around, every seat in sight was full, there was no space left, the dense crowd was so turbulent, so lively, so powerful, a strong hot air rushed to the face, and the brain crashed instantly.

I can't believe it, I can't believe it.

The entire Madison Square Garden, with 20,000 seats, was miraculously sold out in just two days of promotional time. Even the most daring and insane prophet did not dare to assert such a spectacle lightly, and the pomp and circumstance of the full seat was like a torrent that rampaged through his chest, snatching away his breath in an instant, and froze in astonishment and amazement.

What is even more incredible is that the 20,000 spectators gathered together in a bustling manner, but there was no trivial sound in the audience, and the surging silence spread in the space, and everyone looked up at the figure on the stage in silence - the figure so small but so tall.

Heather was no exception, staring up stunned. Everything is as she imagined, the spacious and grand stage, the simple and simple layout, just a figure, enough to fill every corner of the sight, everything is about music, and only about music. When you close your eyes, you can touch the weight of your soul.

Suddenly, tears warmed his eyes.