Simple and pure, clean to the point of no embellishment, the vicissitudes of life and hoarse voice are softly humming moving poems, no ups and downs, no stormy waves, no storms, just a faint emotion, a little sadness, a little bitterness, a little regret, a little sigh...... It was like a spirit vibrating its wings, flying up and down between the verdant forest and the dazzling sunlight, and suddenly it hit the softest part of the heart so hard that before it could react, its vision was blurred.

Everyone can sing, but not everyone can tell a story with their voice, and not everyone can touch their soul with their voice.

When the song ended, Lan Li held the guitar and sat quietly in the chair, without speaking. The whole studio also became quiet, and the quiet mood slowly spread in the air, as if time had lost its meaning.

“…… Very good. The person sitting in front of the voice console opened his mouth and said, his voice was a little hoarse, and he could faintly hear a little nasal voice, but he immediately realized his mistake - Lan Li couldn't hear his voice, he quickly pressed the red button on the table, and said into the microphone, "Very good." I mean, good. The same words were repeated several times like this, and in a little panic, he let go of his right hand, but then pressed it down again, "Lan Li, when was this song created?"

"Not so long ago. A song written by parents to their children. Lan Li's voice was slightly lost, as if he was caught in his own memories.

The song was inspired by Derek and Elle. In them, Lan Li saw Ding Yanan's shadow.

Parents are always like this, carefully caring for their children, waiting for them for a lifetime, but because they are too earnest, they are at a loss, lest they make a mistake and they will never be able to recover. One day, it suddenly dawned on me that life cannot be planned, the future is unpredictable, instead of being tied up and resting on our laurels, it is better to fly the children's wings, carefully wait behind them, and use their hands to support a stable world for them, so that they can soar in the storm, injured, tired, lonely, and still be able to find a habitat to escape the storms of the world.

In the previous life, after the doctor pronounced the verdict on the results of high paralysis, he began to complain about his mother, hated his mother, and blamed his mother. He refuses to eat, he refuses to open his mouth, he refuses to talk, he even refuses to open his eyes, he is like an ostrich, trying to bury his head under the sand, but closing his eyes is his only way out.

In the face of his stubbornness and resistance, his mother never gave up, waited by the bedside without regrets, took care of his daily life, silently endured the resentment and pain exuded from his body, until he was tired, tired, figured it out, and finally opened his mouth. He said, "I want to drink water." It was the first time in a month that he had spoken to her, and it was hard, not warm at all.

She silently prepared the warm water, inserted the straw, served him to drink the water, wanted to leave, but did not dare to go far, and finally just walked to the windowsill. Gritted his teeth, let the tears slip down, and cried quietly, it was the first time he saw her fragility since the car accident, she hugged her arms tightly, her thin shoulders were almost swallowed by the dazzling sun, crying so much that she couldn't help herself, but there was no sound at all.

This is true of Heather, as is Derek and Ellie. Their greatest wish is that Heather can recover her health, but this wish is difficult to reach the sky, the only thing they can do is to build a sheltered harbor for Heather with both hands, hoping that smiles and happiness can return to Heather's face, and on this thorny life road, firmly move towards the future every day.

People are always like this, trapped in their own world, unable to clear the fog, and only when they lose it, they know how to cherish it. However, it was already too late. Lookers-on see most of the game.

"How many times have I crossed boundaries just to be close to you, no one loves you as much as I do. Listen to this melody from the heart, no one loves you as much as I do. ”

This is the song that Blue Gift sent to Derek and Elle, and it is also the song that Blue Gift sent to Heather, and it is also a song to every child in Mount Sinai Hospital. In the previous life, he missed it, so he didn't want to see others miss it again this time.

Herbert Jones opened his mouth, tears still glistening in his eyes, and he was really embarrassed, "Lan Li...... You, are you sure you're only twenty-one years old?" a song written by parents to their children?

The stunned question suddenly lightened the atmosphere in the studio, and everyone couldn't help but laugh.

Then Herbert heard a voice behind him, "It's not just the years that leave a gift. "In addition to time, there are books, newspapers, and articles, and the reason why people want to read is not only for their careers, not only for food and clothing, but also for wisdom.

Everyone turned their heads one after another, and then saw the stranger standing at the door, Nathan couldn't help but blurt out in surprise, "Roy, why are you here?" Everyone suddenly understood, this seemed to be Lan Li's friend.

Lan Li was still sitting in the recording studio, waved his hand at Roy, and then said into the microphone again, "Herbert, concentrate, concentrate, so, what needs to be fixed just now? We're recording now, not talking in a tavern." ”

"Yes, yes. Herbert reacted immediately, took a deep breath, pulled himself back together, and started a discussion with Lan Li.

Roy walked into the recording studio, closed the door of the room, and his eyes fell on the unfamiliar faces of the three people on the sofa, but the three of them didn't mean to say hello, Roy looked at Nathan, Nathan also shrugged his shoulders, his eyes were secretive, and he couldn't explain clearly for a while, and asked in a low voice, "Why are you here?"

Roy walked to the side, sat down next to Nathan, and explained in a low voice, "I happened to be fine today, I thought I'd come over and have a look." But the eyes still fell on the two people, and their conversation was not hidden from the others, and they were always at a normal volume.

"How's it going?" said an old man in a plaid shirt and bow tie, still dressed like this on a hot June day, and at first glance he was a rigid and conservative person.

Sitting in the center is a middle-aged man about forty-five years old, whose hairline has receded to the back of his head, revealing the oily Mediterranean Sea, and the little hair that remains is trying to be groomed, but it is still warped, such a small detail can be seen that he should usually be a raunchy or informal person, and the simple gray T-shirt with jeans also proves this.

"Wow, it's outstanding. The middle-aged man gently retracted his chin, and the appreciation between his eyebrows was much more sincere than simple words, "Everyone knows that he is an excellent actor, but few people know that he is also an excellent singer." ”

"In my opinion, he wasted being an actor, and the singer is his real talent. The old man did not hide his scorn, and said loudly. The middle-aged man sitting next to him did not refute or approve, but just looked at it with a smile. The old man then asked, "What do you think?" Now that we have recorded sixteen songs, each of which is a masterpiece, it is more than enough to make an album, and you can listen to the master tape of the whole album first, if you want. ”

"Sixteen songs?" The middle-aged man frowned slightly, and seemed to be quite subtle, but after thinking about it, he didn't continue to ask after all, making people unable to figure out his thoughts, and then changed the topic, "George, you should know that there is no market for such songs." Now in the whole of North America, there is no record company that dares to do ballads, not even Jason Mayez is just as difficult. If you want to make a ballad, you have to go to England. ”

"But what about 'Cleopatra'? you don't know, do you?" said the old man without panicking at all, with a determined expression, "What's more, Lan Li is not a casual singer, he is now an actor that everyone is looking at. As long as someone pays attention to this album, then we are confident that word of mouth can spread, and sales will naturally not be worried. ”

"You also said that he is an actor, not a singer. The middle-aged man also did not give an inch, and retorted with a smile, "Of course, I believe that this is an excellent album, and it may even win the applause of those music critics." ”

"But", there will always be a "but" behind such words, and sure enough, the middle-aged man changed his words, "But, you should know that the ones that sell well now are those pop, electronic, and dance music, and the listeners know that these are saliva songs, and after a while they forget about it, without any connotation, just enjoying it in nightclubs and bars." But, they don't care, that's what they need. Now is the era of fast food, compared to word-of-mouth, compared to quality, fast consumption, simple entertainment, this is the magic weapon. ”

Roy couldn't help but raise his head and look at the middle-aged man, his eyes always remained sincere, not arrogant, but a trace of regret and helplessness could be heard in his tone.

"Excellent singers, excellent albums, but they don't mean good sales. We all want to find more of a balance between art and commerce, and we don't want to lose quality, but George, you should be well aware that this is an album that is only artistic, not commercial. In the process of making it, you abandoned all commerciality and focused on art, which I admit, is really courageous. Then, you can't expect that our companies are willing to pay for art. ”

The middle-aged man's words were like the last straw that broke the camel's back, and Roy could clearly see that the old man's back and shoulders had collapsed, and the fighting spirit seemed to dissipate little by little, making people feel a sense of sadness and loneliness.

Roy weighed his tone and tone for a moment and said, "It's not difficult to make a commercial album, but it's not easy to make an art album. Anyone can make a commercial album, but an art album is not. ”