"I won't let them be completely defeated, after all, there is a world that belongs to me, just because I am different!"

Lan Li's rich singing voice burst out with incredibly powerful energy, accompanied by the rise of the treble little by little, completely detonating all the sparks in the air, and even the cracking sound could be clearly heard hitting the eardrum for a long time, and the beating of the heart involuntarily lost its original rhythm.

Edith was out on the line.

Arthur stood behind him, receiving a hundred thousand critical hits, and before he could say the sound of stopping, he was half a beat slower, and could only watch Edith walk out of the crowd, raise his right hand high, clenched into a fist, and become a member of the wave set off by Lan Li like a follower who responded to the call.

But the problem is, it's not a concert, it's not Hollywood. No one will get carried away because of emotions here, and no one will raise their right hand to show their support, which is not only a shame, but also a laughing stock for everyone.

Arthur couldn't help but close his eyes, and the chagrin on his face could barely be hidden.

But the next second, when Arthur opened his eyes, he froze in place.

Beatrice came out of the ranks, and she raised her right hand high, tears streaming down her face, and the glittering light in her eyes reflected the sparkle of the stars, ignoring the gaze of others, ignoring the occasion of the party, and ignoring the etiquette of the royal family, and simply followed her heart's desire, and answered the call.

Matthew Dunlop is out on the line.

Eaton Dormer is out on the list.

Andre Hamilton came out on the line.

Even Richard de Ville was on the list.

One after another, the nobles, seemingly reserved, and seemingly restrained nobles, they came out one by one. Some clumsy, some shy, some embarrassed, but after all, they still raised their right hands high, clenched them into fists, and built a forest, standing up to the sky, but so strange.

Unheard.

But the question is, how can the achievements and brilliance of "Lan Li-Hall" not be unheard of? So, what is there to make a fuss about at this time with the pomp and circumstance in front of us?

Arthur opened his mouth slightly, his face full of shock and stunned, and his gaze slowly fell on Lan Li's body. The youngest son of the Hall family, the guy who looked weak, was now supporting a piece of heaven and earth on his shoulders, and he was resolutely moving forward, and at this moment, on his body, there was a thousand rays of light, which made it almost impossible to look at directly.

"When the blade of words attacked, I repelled with a mountain and a sea, I was brave and fearless, I was bruised all over my body, I am my born self, this is me!"

The emaciated shoulders stiffened stubbornly, like a vigorous green pine, and the elegant and handsome face burst out with an unstoppable vigor and blood, and even the light sprinkled on the side of the face became dim. That glory, that appreciation, that longing, that admiration, all bowed their heads and surrendered.

As never before, Arthur also felt the impulse in his heart.

This is not the Almeida Theater, he knows it, but at this moment, he doesn't care, or rather, he doesn't want to care, he also wants to face himself bravely, his truest self, embrace freedom, get rid of shackles, and chase his dreams.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a smile. Arthur now finally understood Edith's words: he did.

Even though he was bruised all over his body, even if he was scarred, even if he was struggling, Lan Li had never been afraid, let alone flinched. After all, he still found a place for him, even in high society, scanning the raised fists in the audience, Arthur knew that he also had a place.

"yes, he finally did. ”

Then, Arthur took a step forward as well, raised his right hand, turned his palm into a fist, clenched, and clenched again.

Arthur thought that he would not be moved, but the truth was that in the passionate and magnificent melody, the power burst out continuously, he clenched his fists firmly, and it seemed that something in the depths of his soul had finally begun to awaken, and that fullness, that happiness, that joy, began to flow rapidly in his veins.

"Note that I will shine, I will step on the drum and go forward, I am fearless, I am open-minded, I will never apologize for this, this is me!"

Involuntarily, in the midst of the stirring notes, Edith began to hum softly, "Oh, oh, oh...... Oh, oh, oh......"

The light and simple melody is calling for the melody in everyone's heart, and in the surging and powerful key sound, all of them are released, and then, one after another, one after another, the humming team is growing stronger and stronger.

There were still eyes of disdain and disgust all around, and Viscount Bioford could hardly believe his eyes and ears, such a vulgar, so superficial, such a vulgar way of acting, and now appearing in the middle of a high-class party, it was simply an indelible shame, and the anger rose from the soles of his feet all the way to the top of his head.

This was a disgrace to the upper class, to the aristocracy, but it was playing out before his eyes, and Viscount Bioford could clearly see that the traditions they had held for centuries were falling apart, and that what he cherished, what he held onto, what he loved, was falling.

And Viscount Bioford wasn't the only one.

But the problem is that these critical eyes seem to be the most wonderful accompaniment, vividly interpreting and interpreting the soul mystery in Lan Li's singing - those swords and fires, those hardships and dangers, those bruises all over the body, but they can't define their souls and selves, they are themselves, and they don't need to apologize for being themselves.

Every word and note in the melody became so real and moving, the sharper the scene, the more surging the emotion, the sharper the gaze, the more determined the emotion, and gradually, they began to take off their disguises, remove their masks, open their arms, join the ranks, and chant:

Let the storm be more intense.

Incredibly, the chorus was getting louder and louder, at first just a few people, but it quickly spread like a prairie fire, even Richard joined in, and the uniform singing made the air in the banquet hall bubble, as if everyone was united, feeling each other's heartbeats and breathing.

As for those who were still silent, they were isolated, and for the first time felt lonely in the midst of the raging crowd.

"That's me!"

There was no need to be reminded, everyone shouted in unison, and the corners of Arthur's mouth bloomed into a bright smile, and he was more cheerful than ever, not because of the live singing, but because of breaking through the shackles - when he bravely confessed himself and embraced himself, life really began, and life was truly alive.

Not only Arthur and Edith, not only Richard and Beatrice, not only Andre and Eton, but even Matthew, who has always been as cold as an iceberg, couldn't help but hum softly, and the gushing chorus seemed to be the best reward and the best medal, which really made Lan Li bloom proudly.

Immersed in the music, Lan Li is in full swing.

And what attacks, what conspiracies, and what insults, all let it go, and today, right here, he took it all: he won't be ashamed of insisting on being himself, he won't feel guilty for chasing his dreams, and he won't choose to apologize for being different.

The power in the depths of the soul burst out heartily at this moment.

"I know I deserve to be loved, and there's nothing I don't deserve!"

All the glory, all the praise, all the support, all the love, this is what he deserves. Even since he was a child, they have never supported him, not even once.

That's anger.

That's unyielding.

For the contempt and indifference of George and Elizabeth!

That's a counterattack.

That's firmness.

For the dream and freedom of Lan Li!

That's the trumpet.

That's cheers.

For every soul who is unwilling to bear the shackles!

Everyone deserves to be loved and should not be hurt because of their differences, everyone is worth cherishing and should not be excluded because of their uniqueness, everyone is worthy of respect and should not be worried because of their uniqueness.

"There's nothing I don't deserve. "It's a shout and a roar from Lan Li's heart, he deserves the whole world.

Looking at Lan Li, who was scarred and screaming as hard as he could, Matthew's vision became blurred again, embarrassed. He wanted George and Elizabeth to be ashamed, he wanted Viscount Bioford to be ashamed, and he wanted those who still looked at Blue Rite with circus eyes to feel ashamed.

No one should apologize for being brave enough to be themselves. No one!

When their eyes fell on Lan Li's body, the man who bravely chased his dreams, the man who firmly embraced freedom, the man who overcame all obstacles and blood but refused to compromise and give up, the man who was brilliant and radiant, they should be embarrassed by their insignificance and humility, they should be ashamed of themselves, and hide in the dark corners forever.

The roars and shouts with all his strength stopped the beating of the heart in his chest, and a tearing pain slowly spread. On Lan Li's body and in the depths of his soul, those invisible scars are slowly emerging, but he still refuses to compromise, refuses to surrender, refuses to be timid, bravely stands up again, bathes in the sun, and declares his existence in a dignified manner!

In an instant, the piano sound stopped, all the singing, all the humming, all the melody stopped, the whole hall fell into silence, and countless eyes all fell on Lan Li's body, quietly watching him, before he realized it, he had already held his breath, and it seemed that even the sound of his heartbeat had completely disappeared.

At this moment, the world is so thrilling!

Note: This-Is-Me - Keala-Settle / The-Greatest-Shoman-Ensemble