The food in the nameless bar is of no quality at all, the burgers are too dry, the fries are burnt, even the coffee is terrible, and the only thing you can do is beer. However, Lan Li didn't care, and slowly savored his belated lunch, as if he was enjoying a high-end dinner with three Michelin stars.

The bartender, who was busy at the bar, exclaimed with wonder on his face, "God, are you sure you're okay? Even the homeless people hate our food, and you still enjoy it so much? I can already feel the cramps in my stomach right now." ”

"When you don't have a choice, either give up or enjoy. Lan Li shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile, then threw another french fries into his mouth, then raised his chin and gestured to the middle-aged man who was performing on the stage, "What's the matter with him? There are no customers in the bar now." ”

"Old Frank?" the bartender turned his head and looked over, "the plumber in town, just in his spare time, came here to put on a show, for free." He's a man with a story, are you interested?"

Turning his head again, the bartender cast an inquiring glance at Lan Li, and after receiving a positive answer, he also temporarily put down the beer glass in his hand, supported his hands on the bar, and began to narrate, "I heard that he was a musician when he was young, you know, the kind of wandering the world with a guitar on his back, performing in different cities and different bars, earning a meager income, waiting for his opportunity, looking forward to one day releasing an album and becoming a real musician." ”

The bartender looked very young, in his early twenties, while the old Frank was very old, at least fifty years old. Therefore, the stories of the young years, falling into the mouth of the bartender, have become legends, with a layer of hazy color.

But, he failed. The bartender said crisply, "Obviously, not everyone is suitable for music." So, he returned to the town in disgrace, became a plumber, and then returned to his daily life. There's a lot of stuff in our town about his youth, and rumor has it that he's toured with Bob Dylan before, but ...... Who knows?"

The bartender chuckled.

Dreams, in real life, mostly end in failure and disillusionment. The meaning of dreams is never about achieving them, but about hope, a hope that makes life bearable and persistent.

Many people's so-called maturity is nothing more than being worn away by the world, becoming sophisticated and practical. That's not maturity, it's the premature aging of the spirit and the premature death of the personality. True maturity should be the journey of a unique personality, the discovery of the true self, the spiritual result and the harvest.

People always say that dreams are impossible to realize, dreams are unrealistic, dreams are illusory, and then they wantonly laugh at the stupidity and stubbornness of those dreamers, and claim to be the victors of life, adapting to the context of society in different ways, saying that they are mature. But as everyone knows, they have gradually lost themselves in life.

This cannot be said to be wrong. After all, it's too hard to hold on to your dreams, and it's much easier to give them up and choose to compromise, not to mention that life is full of possibilities. Suffice it to say that, in the final analysis, everyone made their own choice, the dreamer could not be more noble, and the real winner was not more successful.

Lan Li did not respond to the ridicule in the young bartender's words, and naturally had no intention of condemning and criticizing, but asked with a smile, "What music did he perform when he was young?"

"Uh, I don't know. The bartender shook his head and spread his hands helplessly, "All I know is that last Christmas, he heard an album, what was the name, I think about it, it seems to be ......

I don't know, Don Quixote or something. It's a character name anyway. Then, as if he had a second life. I came to the bar and told the owner that he wanted to be able to come and perform.

However, it was not an easy task, and as you can hear, his performance was really not very good, and finally, under his stubborn fighting, my boss agreed that he could come and perform in the afternoon for free......"

The bartender was still babbling, but Lan Li's attention gradually drifted away, staring at old Frank on the stage.

In real life, people like Old Frank are the majority.

With an unrealistic dream, he burned himself like a moth to a flame, trying to touch the contours of his dreams, but in the end he failed, so he did nothing and gradually became a loser in the mouth of the younger generation, as if he had achieved nothing in his long life, and became a negative teaching material, and everyone taught, "Don't be like old Frank."

But few people know that old Frank's life was once so brilliant and blooming. He has experienced pain that ordinary people can't imagine, but he has also experienced a world that ordinary people can't see. In his short life, he was happier and more fulfilled than most.

The album "Don Quixote" represents Heather, Lanli, George, Stanley, and ...... Old Frank.

Old Frank was playing the guitar intently, humming the tune, his old voice, occasionally out of tune, seemed to lose the touch of intonation, but the story contained in the voice made his singing full of flavor. Perhaps, he is not a great singer, but he is a great performer.

One song, another song, one wave of guests, another wave of guests.

Old Frank sang so lonely that no one in the whole bar listened, as if he were just singing alone, quietly waiting for the listener to appear. Lan Li loves this kind of performance.

Another song is finished. In sight, old Frank put down his guitar, sat down in front of the piano, briefly tuned a few notes, and then began to play. The prelude is "Cleopatra"!

The cheerful melody, tinkling like a spring, and the beautiful notes, dancing lightly in the laziness of the afternoon, sang in the vicissitudes of old Frank's voice, "I was Cleopatra, I was a young playwright, when you fell on your knees at my bed and begged me to hold hands......

Lan Li sat stunned in place, listening quietly, savoring the music, time seemed to stop on his fingertips, the fragments of memories flew up and down, and when the lyrics came to his ears, "When I die alone, I won't miss it again", suddenly, tears burst like this.

Without warning, there is no way to stop it, so embarrassing.

The hot tears were completely out of control, gushing out, Lan Li sat quietly on the high stool, helpless, not even the strength to raise his hand to wipe the tears, just crying silently, a large halo of light in the blurred vision, the colorful colors were surging, and the bitter sadness was whistling mightily.

The tears couldn't stop at all, Lan Li felt as if she had been greatly wronged, her whole heart curled up, and she could barely breathe in pain, but she couldn't make a sound at all, just fell into a deep, deep despair and sorrow, and the whole world began to fall apart.

Heather died. Heather Cross, the girl with a smile on her face and a sparkle in her eyes, is gone.

This fact slammed into the chest like a hammer. He has been strong for too long, and he has been calm for too long, but inadvertently, in a defenseless state, he was hit hard, all the real feelings, all the truth, all the exactness, surging out, drowning him in an instant, there was no room for reaction, and there was no room to fight back, completely disarmed and surrendered, and was shattered.

"Lanli, you know what? I'm starting to like the song 'Cleopatra' now. I never understood it before, but now, I do. When I die alone, I won't miss it again. What the hell were you thinking when you wrote this song? God, I'm really jealous of you. You're a genius, you know? You're a genius. ”

Collapse, complete collapse. I cried so much that I couldn't help myself. The girl who dreamed of music, the girl who sang "The Beast", the girl who complained that the flower season was about to wither, the girl who smiled and muttered, "Alas, I can't even confess to the boy I had a crush on", she died.

She said she wouldn't give up. She said it, but she broke it. He kept his promise, but she didn't. It's not fair.

His hands were clenched into fists, and all the strength of his body was poured into them, and he trembled because he was too hard, but even so, there was still no way to vent the anger and depression in his heart. That deep sense of powerlessness was overwhelmingly vented, and all the strength, all the barriers, all the masks, all collapsed, like the end of the world, vigorous and magnificent.

She didn't miss it, she didn't miss it after all.

He closed his eyes tightly, gritted his teeth tightly, clenched his fists tightly, but still couldn't stop the tears from collapsing. Until the end of the melody, the curtain of "Cleopatra" came to an end, and it was quiet again, and the air was filled with sorrow and bitterness, and little by little, the wounds on the body were repaired.

In her tearful eyes, Lan Li seemed to see Heather again.

Wearing a white lace dress, bathed in the golden sun, her white feet on the tender green lawn, running vigorously and wantonly, her cheerful steps stepped on the laughter of silver bells, running to her heart's content, chasing the breeze, dancing, and singing loudly in her green and sweet voice.

"I won't miss it again, I won't miss it again, miss the love of my life. When I die alone, when I die alone, I don't miss it anymore. ”

The song spread its wings and flew higher and higher, farther and farther, tired, tired, stopped, gasped for breath, turned around, a bright smile bloomed on the immature face, the eyes were full of moving happiness, two pink blush welled up on the white cheeks, and shouted loudly, "Lan Li, do you hear me? I won't miss it again." ”

Lan Li's mouth was full of bitterness, unable to help herself, and tears flowed down her face. The one-of-a-kind Don Quixote finally left.