Dale stood in place, watching Lan Li's car drift away, and the smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't help but rise, "He's really a good boy." ”

Not because of this gift, but because of the sheer sincerity in his eyes and smile, which is not deceiving. This reminded Dale of the first time he saw the big screen in a movie theater -

Even if all white people hate them, even if they are stuffed into the corners of society like rats, even if they have no dignity and no freedom at all, even if their lives are in danger all the time, even if their existence is despised and ignored by the whole society...... However, as long as the movie starts playing, his dreams and his world begin, nothing else matters.

At that moment, he was sure that he was alive, that there were still good things and dreams in the world, and that the future existed.

In the blink of an eye, half a century has passed, and his "convictions" have all come true. At this time, he will feel that he is lucky, although he has endured countless difficulties and sufferings, although he has experienced countless hardships and sufferings, he is still lucky. Isn't it?

At a turn, Lan Li's car had disappeared at the end of the field of vision, but Dale still did not retract his gaze, so he stood in place in a daze, waiting for a long time, as if he could still hear the sound of the engine in his ears, until all those sounds disappeared.

Dale turned and walked towards his seat, and after slowly and leisurely sitting down, he opened the letterhead in his hand, which was densely packed with words, and he had to dig out his reading glasses from his shirt pocket and put them on his nose, but he still couldn't see the handwriting clearly, so he pulled the reading glasses out again, so that he could recognize the handwriting in a chic hand.

"To Dear Dell,

Thanks to our brief conversation, once again I felt the so-called true 'love', which has nothing to do with age, gender and class, nationality and race, etc., and even the object of interest, but only sincerity. Every sincere and enthusiastic heart is worthy of praise.

It's like the sun, it's like the ocean, it's like a forest, it's like a glacier...... These gifts from nature are general, and the sincere heart of the child is also the gift of life, which reminds us all the time: there is no right answer to the meaning of life, only our own interpretation and interpretation, only our own unique answer, which cannot be copied or plagiarized, this is our own little secret.

I love your answer.

So, I have prepared a small gift for you, and I hope you will always be happy.

P.S. If you're interested, in a year or two, you can ask your kids and ask them to search for the name on iTunes or Spotify, and there may be a surprise, I can't guarantee the time limit, but I promise that the gift will always be yours. ”

Below this paragraph, another text is attached.

Dale was a little surprised, he couldn't tell if it was poetry or lines or something else, but he read it carefully.

"To Dell, a man who loves life.

Hello, My-Old-Heart, are you okay? Are you still beating in my chest? I've been worrying, you've never moved, barely beating anymore.

Oh, don't leave me here alone, don't tell me we've grown up, we were briefly in love, oh, I don't want to be alone anymore, I want to find a home, I want to share it with you.

Hello, my original intention, it has been so long since we waved goodbye, and every day we have piled up a stone on the wall that was made for you, to make sure that you are still safe.

Oh, don't leave me here alone, don't tell me we've grown up, we were briefly in love, oh, I don't want to be alone anymore, I want to find a home, I want to share it with you.

Hello, my original intention, whether it is safe and sound, how to wear shackles. Please don't worry, it's safe inside, you don't beat anymore, but you never break.

There is no such thing as eternity, some things are not predestined, but you will never find the answer until you re-release your original intention. Until...... You have reunleashed your original intention.

Hello, my original intention. ”

Carefully, earnestly, Dale read it over and over again, and then couldn't help but read it softly, word by word, some slowly, some sluggishly, but slowly feeling the words beating between his lips and teeth, as simple and timeless as a poem.

Reading, reading...... Dale's eyes moistened, "How are you, my original intention", it was such a simple and light greeting, but it made the tip of his tongue glow with mixed tastes, and he couldn't find an accurate description, but he couldn't help laughing, and then couldn't help crying.

His friends always say that he is a madman, a crazy person who doesn't know what to do, likes some bizarre movies, or watches superhero movies like young people, and even life can only make ends meet, but he always likes to go to the cinema to watch those meaningless movies, tinkering with trivial things that do not match his age, and pursuing the art that only literary and artistic young people in big cities like, so he is out of touch with society.

His friends always said that he was an outsider, that blacks should love jazz and soul, that they should get married and have children at thirty, that they should retire and drink at sixty, that Cincinnati should reject the glamour of the East Coast, that the poor should give up art, that life should be down-to-earth, and that dreams should belong to the rich...... One shackle after another, firmly on their bodies, and then live in order.

But, who prescribes this? What age should we do? What gender, race, class, and culture should do? Isn't this the shackles that those rulers/strata put on them layer by layer? Why do they follow it? Who stipulates that life can only have one color and one way? And who stipulates that death should be accepted calmly before death? If it is prescribed, must it be observed?

But isn't this his own life?

They don't know what he cares about, he doesn't care what they care about, he and they are both old, and they don't have the energy to fight each other against each other, so he and them accept each other's differences, chattering and stumbling to support each other, but no longer interfere with each other.

But they can't understand each other.

Although they were friends, they were only friends, and their interests and hobbies were very different, except for the occasional sitting together and drinking a little wine, but he was quite contented, immersed in his own world, and always able to find the happiness of a small day—

He has already half entered the soil, has experienced the years of isolation, has experienced the race/race/riot/movement, experienced natural and man-made disasters, he has seen it, it is rare that he has a little hobby, and isn't a movie ticket for six dollars more economical and more cost-effective than a bottle of beer?

He thought he didn't care, he thought he could enjoy his life, he thought he could be invulnerable, but now reading the poem over and over again, he felt the strong and powerful heartbeat in his chest again, and again, and again, and so his chest, making him realize that he was still alive.

Dale couldn't help but lean back in his chair, closed his eyes, and muttered softly, "Hello, my original intention." Then, the smile on the corner of his mouth rose slightly, and a happy smile bloomed, "There is no such thing as eternity, some things are not predestined, but you will never find the answer, until you re-release your original intention." ”

Old-Heart.

Dale's voice fell on top of "Old", and dragged out a long, long tail note, and then gradually fell asleep, in the dream, he dreamed of "Inception", and he became the male protagonist Cobb, the guy who can implant dreams, he is young again, and he can even fly off the wall.

Movies always have such a magic, between the interplay of light and shadow, all the fantasies are recorded. Even the most unrealistic, whimsical, and bizarre fantasies seem to be a reality, and who can say no to a movie?

That afternoon, Dale had a sweet dream, a long, happy dream, and when he woke up from his sleep, Dale carefully folded the letterhead and tucked it away, which Dale had told no one, and he did not wish to tell anyone:

Because it was a dream of his, a moment that belonged to him.

Like Alice in Wonderland, she entered a magical world and saw countless strange things, and when she woke up, no one would believe her words, even if she told the others, but she knew that it was all real.

It's always like this in real life: Alice grows up and she forgets the Mad Hatter, Christopher-Robin grows up and he forgets Winnie the Pooh, Mike and Jane grow up and they forget Mary-Poppins, and little by little we forget our childhood fantasies and tell ourselves that this is the price of growing up, not knowing that we've lost our best selves.

Therefore, he is lucky, at the end of his life, he still remembers that pure and sincere self, and he can still see that "fairyland".

He had a wonderful premonition that that day was an insignificant but sparkling moment in his long human life, and he saw the truest and most free self, the most beautiful and happiest self, and the most relaxed and comfortable self, and he liked that moment.

It was a secret between him and Lan Li, and he was stingy not wanting to tell the others, "Shhh ”

Note: Hello, My-Old-Heart——The-Oh-Hellos