This is not a typical blue ceremony, so unfamiliar.

He sat quietly on the high stool, holding a guitar, singing loudly to his heart's content, letting his emotions rage and rushing, his hoarse voice burst out with earth-shattering energy, and the pain, sadness, loss, loneliness and dazedness hidden in his heart were instantly released in the torn singing.

No more hiding, no more restraint, no more repression, no more calm.

That roar full of bitterness and despair burst out like a rock and roll spirit, resolute and tough, but for the first time, it showed the fragility and wounds in the heart, lost the mask of elegance and calmness, and lost the armor that was invincible, Lan Li stayed in place like this, trying to be strong, silently remembering.

"Yes, I care. ”

Such a simple lyric broke all the defenses.

Standing in the crowd, Lauren Mesler burst into tears and sobbed, her surging emotions pounding muffled against her chest, a dull ache, staring at the shattered Lan Li in front of her, unable to express her mixed emotions at all, she just wanted to tell him: yes, she cares too.

Even the faintest light was a part of the night sky, and Lan Li's light really lit up her life, and she cared so much that she almost couldn't breathe.

So, Lauren raised his right hand high, turned on the flashlight, and threw a beam of light at the stage.

The faint light, insignificant in the sparse and bright sunlight of the early morning, was quietly lost in the vast halo of light, as if it did not exist at all, and no one noticed it at all. In the vast universe, it is even smaller than dust, empty and empty.

But that's not the only light.

One bunch, another bunch. First Robin Helzer, then Lauren Mesler, then Tessa Briden...... More and more, more and more, gradually spread over the entire square.

Paul Walker left the live room and stood on the steps of the doorway, holding his phone high in his hand and lighting up the stage with a beam of light, then Jennifer Lawrence, Alexander Skarsgård...... The entire "Edge of Tomorrow" crew members appeared on the steps of the doorway, condensing into a group.

Ellie Cross stood on the right side of the stage, covering her mouth tightly, but still unable to stop the tears and the breakdown, turned her head, raised her chin, looked at her husband beside her, and said excitedly and excitedly, "That's Heather, do you see it? That's Heather's light, that's Heather, someone cares, Derek, someone cares." ”

Derek Cross gritted his teeth, but he still couldn't control his emotions, his eyes were full of tears, and he didn't move, lest the slightest movement would cause the tears to burst completely. He remembered that night again, the night that belonged to Heather, Lan Li walked onto the stage of the pioneer village, singing loudly, "Go Forward", and Heather's face bloomed with a bright smile, as if he had the whole world.

Now, she does own the whole world.

The light, more and more, gradually converged into one, spread out mightily, the bright and brilliant milky yellow light filled every corner of the sight little by little, the pale golden sunlight seemed to be fading, and finally all disappeared, all the light gathered together, like a beam of sky light from the sky, stirring up hundreds of millions of stars, shrouded in the center of the stage, the dazzling light was enough to blind everyone's eyes.

At this moment, Rockefeller Square is truly bursting with light. 1,000, 10,000, 20,000...... Countless faint lights, those insignificant lights condensed together, but they became the light of the sky comparable to the sun, illuminating the whole world, so magical, and so wonderful.

Sitting cross-legged in front of the TV, Rooney-Mara finally understood the meaning of the sentence: if they say, who cares if another light goes out, under the billions of stars in the sky.

On the night of the Oscars, the humming tune evolved into the melody on the stage at this time, so beautiful that people want to melt, and the bright starry sky of that night can't help but appear in their minds again, as if they can have the whole world with just open arms.

Through the small screen, Rooney delicately depicts the handsome eyebrows, a faint sadness and melancholy permeating it, sadness and heavy emotions bind the wrists and ankles, like soul shackles. The sigh and helplessness of death are like smoke and mist, always lingering and lingering, and people always think that those pains will pass sooner or later, and time will heal somewhat, but sometimes, it is not.

After the small light is gone, after the dim star falls, the world is still the world, the revolution is still the revolution, the gravity is still the gravity, everything seems to have never changed, but for some people, their world is turned upside down, falling apart, and there will never be anything back.

Rooney curled up her legs, her hands around her knees, her chin resting on her knees, and watched Lan Li silently. The musical notes danced and jumped lightly on the tip of the tongue, with a hint of bitterness and loneliness, but left a shallow sweetness and happiness, hidden behind the song, but inserted the wings of freedom, soaring wantonly.

In the depths of her eyes, a faint sadness flickered quietly, and then a shallow smile appeared, outlining the shape of happiness, for she saw it, saw the billions of stars that filled the audience, saw the dazzling light that was enough to eclipse the day, and saw the group of Don Quixote who raised his right hand high.

The head couldn't help but tilt slightly to the side, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth rose lightly, quietly, just quietly enjoying the moving moment, the moment that belonged to that man.

After the roar, Lan Li exhaled softly, reopened his eyes, and continued to sing, "If they say, who cares if another light goes out......

But at this moment, the line of sight caught the lights in front of him, one after another, dotted with stars, from the glow of the fireflies to the light of the bright moon, slowly, slowly connected, and finally formed a vast ocean, the milky yellow sea was so magnificent and majestic, even the sunlight above the sky was eclipsed, filling every corner of the sight, swallowing everything in the world and blurring, leaving only a dazzling halo, enough to illuminate the entire heaven.

Uncontrollably, Lan Li's voice trembled slightly, and the surging emotions hit his chest fiercely, every lyric came from the depths of his soul, reawakening all the memories in the depths of his memory, and the surging emotions hit down like a wave, and there was no time to react, and his eyes were already slightly red.

Lan Li stabilized her emotions, tried her best to control her voice, and continued to sing, "Under the hundreds of millions of stars in the sky, it is flickering, flickering and flickering......"

But just a moment of breathing, the entire Rockefeller Plaza has been transformed into a vast sea of starlight, the brilliant light has no end in sight, the voice is choked in the throat, stunned and unable to sing, Lan Li had to stop, pause singing, also pause playing, adjust the mood, and then sang again, "Who cares about the end of someone's time, if we are just a drop in the ocean, let's hurry, hurry up." ”

The surging dark tide is shaking every musical note, Lan Li is so embarrassed, the slightly trembling voice is almost unsupportable, and every gentle tremor is narrating the moving at this moment.

He used to think that no one cared, no one cared, no one cared about a girl named Heather Cross, whose life was forever frozen in the winter of New York, and he used to think that no one cared, no one cared about Don Quixote who carried his dreams, Sisyphus who walked alone, they were just immersed in their own world, silently moving forward.

But, he was wrong.

The brilliant sea of light in front of me was majestic and magnificent, even more vast than the universe, and each ray of light was so faint and so small, but when they came together, they formed a starry sky that made the sun lose its brilliance. He believed that Heather was among them, and it was the insignificant light in it that unswervingly accompanied him on his way.

At this moment, unprecedentedly and suddenly, Lan Li's emotions collapsed. Standing on the stage, helpless and dazed, lost and flustered, the singing of "Who cares about ......" was interrupted like this, and the guitar playing stopped, Lan Li closed his eyes in embarrassment, suppressed all the turbulence fiercely, and said in a hurry, "I'm sorry." ”

Lauren bit her lower lip and shook her right hand frantically, the light of her phone began to flicker like a star, and she tried to suppress herself, not to make any noise, just to show her inner support in the simplest but most touching way.

Every starlight is the heartbeat that is responding to the call of the blue ceremony, every starlight is an important existence that has achieved the starry sky, and every starlight is Don Quixote who chases his dreams and embraces freedom.

Then, the whole world twinkled, and the starlight overshadowed everything, and even the white-collar employees standing in the high-rise buildings fell into shock, silently took out their mobile phones, turned on the lights, and projected them from top to bottom.

At this moment, Rockefeller Plaza is the center of gravity of the world.

Lan Li took a deep breath, lowered his eyelids, and began to play the guitar again, singing in a deep voice, his hoarse voice outlining a gentle trembling movement in the bright sky, "Who cares if another light goes out, yes, I care." ”

The graceful and touching melody, like a gurgling spring, tinkled down, and the faint nasal singing voice, with the weight of the soul, whispered softly, "Yes, I care." ”

The lingering afterglow is still quietly surging in the square, and the melody is over, but the turbulent waves in the depths of the heart have just begun.