The February sky was high and far, the ice-blue sky was tinged with a faint smoky gray, revealing a coldness, and when he stretched out his fingertips and touched the sun, the shallow warmth danced between his fingers, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not touch the clouds in front of him.

So, I gathered my fingers, left my index finger, and carefully traced the shape of the clouds, using the sky as a curtain, my fingers as a pen, and my thoughts as paint, and sketched a magnificent picture in my brain, and the whole world became bright.

"It's a pity for the weather. You know, in the winter in New York, there are not many sunny afternoons like this. I originally thought, come and ask you to fly a kite together, to be honest, have you not been out to exercise for a long, long time? Ha, I always like to be lazy, rehabilitation exercise must be insisted on every day, you should know better than me. ”

"Hey, what do you think of Alaska? I've been wondering if I should try some snow sports, like sledding. Did you know? Paul made a movie about sled dogs before, and he said that sledding is a fun sport, and running around in the snowy fields must be exciting. ”

"Yesterday, Fox TV called. They said, 'American Idol' wanted to invite me to sing 'The Beast' on stage in the first week of this year's live competition, ha, how, isn't it ridiculous? How could I possibly say yes? They were really carried away. ”

"However, I agreed to their request to use the 'Beast' copyright. Andy suggested that at the opening show, all the finalists sang the song as a group. Honestly, I think it's a bit hilarious, the prank kind, in general, they sing classic songs, and 'The Beast' isn't a classic. However, the entertainment effect is the most important thing. So, I didn't refuse. ”

“…… I'm still looking forward to your version even more. ”

Quietly, lying quietly on the lawn, Erlang's legs crossed, with an unlit cigarette in the corner of his mouth, looking at the blue sky above his head, chattering and talking, as if Heather had never left, as if time had never passed, they had returned to Mount Sinai Hospital again, they had returned to those times again, little worries, little worries, always on their lips, but the sunshine was so beautiful.

The whole cemetery is so quiet that you can hear the birds chirping and you can hear the wind whining, unaffected by the outside world. The media distraction, the hype, the controversy, the excitement, all of them were shut out and seemed to enter a completely different world.

Heather slept peacefully here.

This is New Jersey, which borders New York. Compared to the bustling and noisy New York, New Jersey seems to be a little too quiet, with the idyllic countryside and the barren vastness of the suburbs, so that every inch of soil under your feet contains vitality.

For New Yorkers, this "vitality" may seem like a contemptible and low-grade taste, and it is ridiculed, but for the deceased, it is buried with the vigor and vigor of spring, as if to suggest that the end does not mean the end, but the origin of another beginning.

Lan Li always has an illusion. Heather did not leave.

He knew that it was a delusion, that Heather had died, that the funeral was over, and that he was now lying next to the tombstone. The consciousness is very clear, the reason is very certain, everything is extremely real, and there is no misunderstanding. However, he still had the illusion that time seemed to be forever frozen in one afternoon on Mount Sinai, and everything in the world had stopped.

Unconsciously, the smile on the corner of his mouth rose, and a smile appeared under his eyes.

"If George and Elizabeth saw this, they would have been furious, haha. By the way, George is my father and Elizabeth is my mother. I've never had a chance to introduce you to you, you're my friend, they're my family. The last time my second sister Edith came to New York, I thought about it, but it didn't happen. Now it seems that this is a pity. ”

"Oh, parents. They're down-and-out aristocrats, you know, with titles, but their wealth and territory are gone, and they still have to work to make ends meet. The difference, of course, is that they still live in high society, maintaining a glamorous life, and at the same time, maintaining aristocratic etiquette and style. ”

"So, when they see me lying here, surrounded by a pile of tombstones, and enjoying the afternoon leisurely, they should be furious. No, angry, that's not an appropriate word, they should be shame. Refusing to admit that they knew me, and then pretending that nothing had happened and had not happened, and that I was completely transparent. Well, that's right. ”

……

Laughing and laughing, the smile on the corner of his mouth seeped out a touch of bitterness.

"Sometimes, I'm actually envious of you, of Elle and Derek's care and thoughtfulness. After you died, they put all the blame on me, I know, but I don't mind, because they need someone to blame, they need someone to blame, otherwise they can't hold on. Losing you is an unacceptable fact for them...... I'm really envious. ”

The words paused for a moment, and suddenly there was a burst of warmth and sourness in his eyes, and Lan Li closed his eyes tightly. The mood quickly faded like a low tide, and the smile bloomed again.

"Heather, tell you a secret. This is my second life, my name is Chu Jiashu, once, I spent ten years on the hospital bed, I know, your distress and struggle, I know everything, finally, I also came to the end of my life, after waking up again, I became Lan Li-Hall. ”

"Heather, do you hear me? That's why, that's why I always refuse to give up, that's why I'm chasing my dreams, that's why I'm different. If you can hear, remember, run, keep running, keep running towards that ray of hope, and have a second chance, don't give up this time. Don't. ”

The biggest secret hidden in the depths of his heart, whispered to another soul, a soul so similar and so connected to him, as if, lying beside him, it was not Heather Cross, but the former Chu Jiashu, beyond the barrier of time and space, he saw his past self again, and also saw the past Heather, the two images gradually overlapped, difficult to distinguish.

This is the first and last time. It's a secret that belongs to Lan Li and Heather, as if "say you won't give up".

The faint sunlight poured down, and the sorrow and melancholy that swirled in the chest dissolved and disintegrated, and the faint warmth penetrated and flowed down the blood to the heart. The smile was outlined again, and when he opened his eyes, his dark brown eyes regained their usual look.

Sit up straight and turn your head to look at the epitaph on the tombstone, "Heather Cross, 1995-2012, when the notes are flowing, I will realize that there are some things that the darkness cannot take away from me. ”

Lan Li chuckled lightly and read the epitaph carefully, he liked this sentence, always, and a trace of relief flowed in his eyes, "This time, Don Quixote will not regret it, until the last moment of her life, she is still a dreamer." Then, he gently patted the tombstone, as if on Heather's shoulder, and then put the butterfly kite in front of the tombstone again.

"Goodbye. Heather Cross. "Farewell, after all, still came, albeit belatedly.

Without hesitation, without sighing, or reluctance, Lan Li stood up, took a step, and left the cemetery.

Suddenly, the wind rose, the wind was raging, Lan Li reflexively turned his head, and then he saw the butterfly kite next to the tombstone, fluttering up and turning, hurriedly and disorderly, outlining the trajectory of the wind's walking, flying higher and higher, flying higher and higher, whistling by, flying freely.

Finally, he disappeared into the ice-blue sky, and it seemed that he had touched the outline of the clouds, and dissolved into the golden sunlight, never to be seen again. Lan Li knew that it was finally free.

Retracting his gaze, he took another step and walked unhurriedly towards the entrance of the cemetery.

The huge cemetery covers a vast area, and it can take 30 or even 60 minutes to measure it just by relying on your feet. Therefore, people always drive their cars directly into the cemetery, then stop on the side of the road, and then climb the stairs to sweep the graves.

However, Lan Li did not drive to the cemetery today, but just reached out to stop a taxi, left New York, arrived at the cemetery, and then waved for the driver to leave. He needs a little time alone and a little time to say goodbye. As for how to leave, Lan Li has never been worried.

Slowly and leisurely left the cemetery, his feet did not feel tired. Nearby is a small town, not noisy and prosperous, but also not desolate and remote, just a small town full of life.

I let my footsteps pull me, I didn't deliberately identify the direction, I walked for a long time, I don't know if it was ten minutes, or forty minutes, and finally I felt hungry, so I stopped at a random shabby bar on the side of the road, pushed the door in.

The old bar is full of smoky historical texture, with five or six customers sitting sparsely, peeling peanuts, chatting without a word, quiet with a little restlessness and a touch of warmth. The bars here are always more friendly and intimate than in New York.

"Good afternoon, what do you need?" said the young bartender, who was standing at the bar, dropped the rag in his hand and walked over.

Lan Li's eyes fell on the small stage next to him, a middle-aged man was sitting on a high stool, adjusting the guitar in his arms, his long blond brown hair was disorganized, and his beard was even more downcast, wearing a greasy and dirty top hat, no lights, no microphone, and was busy with his own business.

"Is there anyone in the kitchen now?" Lan Li asked skillfully, and after receiving an affirmative answer, he asked for the simplest hamburger fries, then ordered a beer, and leisurely enjoyed the afternoon.