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The brisk rhythm is like sunshine jumping under the blue sky, and the sad lyrics are like water plants floating and sinking under the seabed. The contradictory emotions are harmoniously blended together. The sadness and bitterness with tears in the smile spread slowly on the tip of the tongue. Got out.

Hope looked at Lan Li in the halo with teary eyes, that face gradually became blurred, as if the beauty in the dream is drifting away, but the smile on the corner of his mouth wafted slightly, as if he was thrown into it. The stones of the heart lake.

Involuntarily, Hope's lips followed Lan Li's appearance, forming a similar arc, but tears slowly slipped down her cheeks, and then... she began to dance briskly. She didn't know what was going on, she just wanted to dance purely, and the cheerful singing sound came from her ears, and her body couldn't help but sway following the rhythm, as if every cell could naturally feel the call of the melody. .

"Oh, Ophelia, you haunt me like a drug/addiction; oh, Ophelia, it was God who made a fool like me fall in love."

Oh, Ophelia, did you hear that? Some people have discovered your beauty, some people remember your existence, some people remember your story, not only Hamlet, not only Leotis, but also you, Ophelia.

Hope opened her arms and circulated happily. The warm night breeze seemed to grow wings under her arms. She only needs to kick her feet gently to spread her wings and fly high. She is so happy, so happy, It was so joyful, but the tears couldn't stop, like broken pearls, big and big falling down.

Missed, missed after all, just like Cleopatra missed Anthony, Hamlet also missed Ophelia. In another world, is there anyone who can love Hamlet unconditionally and wholeheartedly like Ophelia? In the real world, is there anyone who can abandon everything like Ophelia, and love someone so purely?

"Oh, Ophelia, you have haunted my mind since the beginning of the century; oh, Ophelia, it was God who made a fool like me fall in love."

Happiness is a journey, not a destination, so work as if you don’t need money; love as if you have never been hurt; sing as if no one is listening; dance as if no one is listening Pay attention; live as if today is the end of the world.

Hope danced to his heart's content, circling arbitrarily, relaxing himself, wandering in the melody, letting all his emotions run wild like a wild horse. Hot tears slid from the sockets of the eyes, fell on the corners of the mouth, and turned into a smile, brighter than the stars, lighting up the entire night sky.

The night is just right.

William raised his hands high and followed Ed's beat, hitting his hands, stepping on the tap dance steps, and jumping happily. Since he was nine years old when the school performed tap dancing and was laughed at by senior football players, he has never performed again. For a long time he almost thought that he had forgotten these dance steps, but at this moment, They seem to lie dormant in the blood, never disappearing, and after awakening again, they dance freely and wantonly.

The heart rises with the curvature of the corner of his mouth, and he is flying high. He has almost forgotten that dancing is such a wonderful thing, and it turns out that he is so immersed in it. Why did he give up in the first place? Memories seem to have become blurred, and those strange faces have already become passers-by in life, so why should he worry about their opinions?

He should not change himself for others, and he does not want to change himself for others. Just like Ophelia, holding on to the cleanest piece of pure land deep in his heart, as if running wildly, as if today is the last day of life.

Graham had just gone to the bar and saw such a scene when he came out, he couldn't help but froze in place.

Looking at the smile on William’s face, he hardly remembered the last time William was so happy, so he also danced awkwardly, responding to the melody and rhythm, twisting his limbs incongruously. The antics not only didn't feel shy, but also enjoyed it-because everyone around was dancing, turning this place into a sea of ​​joy.

Lan Li's eyes shone with tears, and the faint sadness lingers in the lyrics, sliding silently under the endless night sky, like a footless bird, and must make every effort to vibrate its wings. Once it stops, it is the end of life. ; But looking at the dancing people in front of me, the smile on the corner of his mouth bloomed, Ophelia, that is the purity and beauty that never disappeared, eternally illuminating the road ahead.

The melody stopped, the singing stopped, and the dance steps stopped.

Everyone turned around and looked at the two people who had just finished the performance. I don’t know who it was. The first one blew the whistle and then clapped vigorously, "Good job! Man!" "Excellent! Brother!" "One more song, one more song!"... Exclamation one after another, and the applause became more and more concentrated. Everyone used such actions to vent the remaining touch and confusion in their hearts.

At this time, people noticed that the team of just six or seven people had grown to more than 30 people in a blink of an eye. Standing scattered on the corner of the street, it has evolved into a small performance venue.

Eliot-Court's eyes widened, he looked at what was happening in front of him incredible, and looked down at the footage recorded in the camera in his hand, and his mood rose involuntarily.

He came a little late. After taking pictures of Jim and Todd, he gave up the excitement of "Glee" and walked down the street to find Lan Li-he still felt that he should not miss it. When he arrived at the scene, the song had already entered the second half. Everyone was singing and dancing, dancing freely. Lan Li, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, looked a little embarrassed, but wonderfully fit. It seemed that he was in a street environment. It's the most real thing, but the suit looks a little in the way.

Eliot couldn't figure out the ins and outs of the matter at all-Lan Li was still receiving the Emmy award just now, so why did he go to the street in a blink of an eye? Which of the winners is not surrounded by reporters in three and three layers, interviewing them about their winning mood in the first time? Why is Renly here?

None of this is important. What is important is that Eliot immediately turned on the camera and recorded it in video mode. Unfortunately, he was not able to start recording from the beginning.

"Lan Li, what was the name of the song just now? Did you create it on the spot?" Eliot's shout was not abrupt in the noise, and it also won the support of other audiences. Everyone said Echoed, "What song is that?"

"'Ophelia'." Lan Li barely thought, and the title of the song blurted out.

In fact, the melody frame of this song is relatively thin. Normally, a song is within three to four minutes, but the song just now is only two and a half minutes, including the intro, it can be longer. a little. This is just a momentary inspiration that bursts out of my mood tonight, a small tune that I get casually. Obviously, the audience did not think so.

"This song is really great!" "Wonderful, wonderful, I love it to death!" "When will it be put on itunes, I will buy it first." "Yes, yes, hurry up and put it on the shelves, I’m still circling in my mind.” “Does the lyrics have any meaning? I think it’s like Shakespeare’s poems, which I don’t understand.” “Ophelia is the character of Hamlet, so it must be meaningful.” ...

There were discussions one after another, and there was no need for Lan Li to answer. Everyone had already divergent thinking on their own, which made Lan Li couldn't help but smile.

"Len Li, will this song be on the shelves?" Hope eagerly took a small step forward, looking at Lan Li with longing eyes, and the noise next to him stopped for a moment.

Lan Li originally thought that everyone had already discussed it and he didn't need his answer. Now the question was thrown over again. He shrugged, "Why not? I think my rent can be used for this. Extra income." The ridiculous words made everyone laugh.

"I'm definitely buying!" "It's best to get it on the shelves faster, I can't wait!" "I have to tell my friends when I go back, I have another good song tonight"...

Lan Li could feel the real excitement and joy. He suddenly understood why Stanley Chalson was so enthusiastic about sharing music, because whether it was happiness or sadness, whether it was regret or satisfaction, it could be shared. . Just like a performance, what everyone perceives from the melody is different. It is not only a bridge between the audience and the singer and creator, but also a bridge between people.

This is a very private matter ~lightnovelpub.net~ because the melody touches the most secret emotions in my heart, and only I know the secrets. Therefore, when you learn that a stranger and you like the same melody, the emotions of tension, excitement, anxiety and excitement are extremely subtle.

It seemed that he should indeed share "Ophelia" with the group of strangers who met each other but became fettered.

"Hey, Lan Li, you are Lan Li? That rich young master in the'Pacific War'?" At this time, the onlookers finally reacted, the reflection arc length is a bit exaggerated, "But, shouldn't you participate in Amy tonight? Awards ceremony...Oh!" Before the question could be finished, the person involved responded—the Nokia Theatre was far away across the street.

"Look, isn't this an Emmy trophy? Aha, congratulations!" Passers-by noticed the trophy in the piano box, so they began to congratulate. Everyone began to take out coins and banknotes from their pockets and throw them away. In the piano box, "Man, thank you, thank you for letting us enjoy a good night", "Brother, remember that the single must be uploaded, I plan to introduce it to my girlfriend", "Tonight is really lucky Congratulations!"...

The repeated praise made Lan Li a little embarrassed-he is not the protagonist of the performance here. For mobile users, please browse m reading for a better reading experience. ()