The night sky of Surrey in December is gloomy and deep, and some starlight can be faintly captured, but more is hidden behind the thick clouds, not magnificent or bright, and the bright moon quietly reveals a face in the layers of clouds, but the clear moonlight is still not enough to dispel the rich night, and the whole world seems to be wrapped in a large area of darkness.

On a night in the countryside suburbs, before nine o'clock, I was already asleep, and in the silence of everything, I could only vaguely see a bar still open, but the faint milky yellow halo set off the silence and peace of the surroundings, and even the chirping of insects seemed to have completely disappeared.

Lan Li and Rooney sat side by side under the night sky, two empty seats between the two of them, politely and detachedly distanced, no detour, no ambiguity, and even the intimacy and familiarity between friends seemed to disappear, but because of the obvious distance, it was a little jerky.

But this jerkiness is not reflected in the conversation.

"God, I guess we're the only ones in the world who choose to go out and watch the stars on a night like this. Rooney complained mercilessly, and then searched the sky seriously, "Even so, can you find the location of the constellation?"

"I'm sorry, I'm not Cyclops or Professor X, so I'm afraid I can't help. Lan Li spread out her hands and said calmly.

With such a sudden cold humor, Rooney was caught off guard, turned her head, and cast her gaze at Lan Li in disbelief, and then rubbed her arm exaggeratedly, as if she was shaking off the goosebumps that had just appeared.

But Lan Li was calm and unmoved, Rooney rolled her eyes helplessly and looked at the sky again, "Who knows? Maybe the sky in Scotland is clear and clear, and it will be the perfect place for stargazing." After the words fell, neither of them continued to speak, and remained silent.

Looking at the stars hanging above the sky, one, two, it seemed easy to pick out each one hanging above the navy blue sky, but they all knew that it was not all, and that there were many more stars behind those clouds, too many more, too many to count.

"Did you find it?" Without warning, Rooney opened his mouth to ask, Lan Li didn't know why, cast an inquiring gaze, Rooney turned his head and said with a smile, "When another ray of light disappears, do you find someone who cares?"

Couldn't help but be stunned.

This is a topic that he and Rooney accidentally met under the stars after the Oscars at the beginning of the year. Later, this handy lyric evolved into the theme song of the Heather Cross Foundation, "Another Light".

Unexpectedly, Rooney actually remembered.

Lan Li's gaze fell between Rooney's eyebrows, capturing the agility and concentration in those eyes, no nervousness, no apprehension, no evasion, just calmly meeting Lan Li's gaze, that ray of light clearly projected all the scenes, including himself, and then saw Rooney's pupils flicker slightly, sliding a little narrow, which made Lan Li laugh dumbly.

"Yes, I found it. Lan Li nodded slightly, his smile rising little by little, and then, nodding for the second time, "Actually, I really found a lot." ”

The achievements of the Heather Cross Foundation are clear to all.

Some people may say that the "Ice Bucket Challenge" is nothing more than a sensationalizing hype, and when the challenge is over, people will only remember the stars who participated in the challenge, and no one will remember amyotrophic lateral sclerosis at all, let alone Heather Cross, an unknown little girl.

But for Lan Li, he was never worried.

It doesn't matter if no one cares about amyotrophic lateral sclerosis, no one remembers Heather Cross, no one cares about vulnerable people with rare diseases, it doesn't matter, because the Heather Cross Foundation will continue to pay attention because he will always remember.

That vanishing light is the meaning of the Heather Cross Foundation's existence.

"Heather Cross, she's no longer an insignificant light now. Rooney whispered.

The smile on the corner of Lan Li's mouth paused slightly, and then it rose, "Now, we are looking forward to it, this light can shine more light, above the starry sky, those dazzling constellations have already received too much attention, perhaps, it's time to focus on other places." ”

This is also one of the most important meanings of charity activities.

Rooney nodded slightly, "Like an 'American Idol'?"

Such an analogy made Lan Li smile dumbly, shrug his shoulders slightly, and nodded in affirmation, "Yes, it's like an 'American Idol'." ”

"So, what kind of girl is Heather?" Rooney asked curiously, but without waiting for Lan Li to answer, she continued, "I mean, not the symbol above the media, but the Heather in life, the girl who dreams of standing on the stage and singing?"

Lan Li didn't answer, his eyes fell on Rooney, and his mixed and intricate thoughts couldn't find an accurate way to express it for a while.

He never really spoke of Heather, as he had been and still was.

Not just to the media, but also to friends, Ryan Gosling, Paul Walker, etc., none of them really talked to each other, and Jennifer Lawrence was the only friend who knew Heather, but they didn't quiet down for a long talk.

On the one hand, because he didn't want to disturb Heather's life, and the life of the Crosses, he knew better than anyone how terrible the pervasive paparazzi really were, and the Cross family was just ordinary people.

On the other hand, because of selfishness, in Heather's body, he can always peek into his previous life, and talking about Heather is like showing the most private part of himself, which is prohibitive.

He didn't deliberately hide it, nor did he deliberately avoid it, after all, the Heather Cross Foundation had already entered the public eye, and before that, the "One Man Concert" also took the initiative to share the story of Heather, but ...... It's just that there is no such opportunity and occasion to have a deep conversation.

Now, Rooney brought it up.

Lan Li's first reaction was vigilance, and the alienation of self-protection was launching an automatic defense.

But Rooney didn't seem to notice the change in Lan Li's expression, and continued, "I remember reading a report before and being impressed, it mentioned that if Heather had the opportunity to stand on the stage of 'American Idol', then she would perform the song 'The Beast', is that true?"

Rooney's eyes were full of sincerity, no sadness, no pity, no inquiry, more like talking about a kind friend, the corners of her mouth were shallow, and the light under her eyes was warm, "God, why would she want to sing this song? I mean, she's only sixteen, isn't it? This song is so vicissitudes that I don't think it should fit her voice." ”

Involuntarily, Lan Li chuckled and nodded in agreement, "Yes, I think so too, I persuaded her like this at the beginning, but she always insisted that this song was her melody." ”

"What?why?......?

Those memories are still vivid, and they are blurted out, and the wheel of time seems to go back to the distant past: Heather is still preparing for the audition for "American Idol", and every time he returns to New York, he still visits the children at Mount Sinai Hospital......

Deep down, he had been waiting, waiting to uncover that wound, waiting to awaken that memory, waiting for that topic to no longer be taboo and become a part of life.

Anne Silliman, Alex Ricky, etc., those names that have not been mentioned for a long time, are on their lips again, but they are not as strange as they imagined, all the memories, all the interesting facts, all the stories, endlessly, endlessly, and the whole world is brightened little by little.

Rooney listened attentively, interjecting from time to time to talk, curiously proposing more ideas, and slowly, the vivid and agile images were sketched in her mind, so that she couldn't help but start to move, wanting to make friends with that group of lovely children, become friends, play together, and play together.

This is another different kind of blue gift.

On his body, there is a faint smell of sunshine, dry and bright, innocent and simple, and even a little naïve and stupid who are ignorant of the world, and he can't find the slightest reserve and repression of the aristocracy, but ...... It is full of vitality, like the first rays of spring/light sprinkled on the green buds.

Everyone is praising the Heather Cross Foundation for the social change it has brought about, and may even have had a dramatic impact on the entire philanthropic cause, but Blue Rite has never come forward to accept these accolades and halos. Now, Rooney understands why.

For Lan Li, everything is just for the girl named Heather, and for the Don Quixote who still has a passionate heart beating in his chest.

"Rooney?" Lan Li noticed Rooney's gradually distracted gaze, the focus seemed to be a little blurred, and the tail of his eyebrows couldn't help but raise slightly, and called, "It seems that my topic is too boring, you are actually distracted, perhaps, I should show some gentlemanly manners." ”

Rooney smiled dumbly, shook her head slightly, she tried to explain, but she didn't know where to start, her eyes fell between Lan Li's eyebrows, and without warning, she hummed softly:

"Don't, don't punish me for feeling in your heart, don't, don't punish me for tormenting my soul. ”

Time stopped at this moment.