"Stand-By-Me."

"Good (OK)."

In this way, Lan Li watched the two short messages on the phone screen quietly, and the smile at the corner of his mouth slowly rose and outlined in sorrow and bitterness, and a faint warm current gurgled deep in his heart.

"Walk with me", this is the name of a movie, about a group of twelve-year-old children embarking on a journey together along the railway, looking for the body of another twelve-year-old. It's about growth, it's about friendship, it's about youth.

At the end of the movie, there is a line that is impressive:

"Although he and I have not seen each other for ten years, I know that I will miss him forever. I never made friends as good as the twelve-year-old group of people. Maybe everyone is like this?"

Lan Li was lucky, he got acquainted with Matthew.

In March last year, after Lanly went to New Jersey to visit the sleeping Heather Cross, he saw Matthew, and he took the initiative to mention the movie with Matthew; in a blink of an eye, a year passed. The night that created the miracle of EGOT, I was looking for friends around me, and I found the same person again.

Is there such a friend in this world, that person even knows himself better than himself, and is always waiting behind him, even if the whole world is on the other side of the moat, he always stays in place . He won't get closer, after all, he is not a relative or lover, keeping a distance not far or near; but he won't take a step back and leave, and he can always be seen when he looks back.

The palms were gently closed, holding the slightly hot mobile phone in the palm, and looking down at the Tony Award trophy in his left hand, the tight shoulder line slowly and slowly relaxed.

Looking back at the Radio City Music Hall behind him again, the smile at the corner of his mouth rose slightly in the cheerful and light melody in his mind, quietly welcoming his own relief.

"Let me go."

This is a brand-new melody. The brisk guitar string sounds like a gurgling river running under the sun. You can also vaguely capture the bass sound of jazz drums and bass jumping between the melody, the bitterness of the corners of the mouth and the shoulders. All of the heaviness was turned into musical notes, flying in the night and squally wind.

"I don't want to be your hero, I don't want to be a big man, I just want to live a serious life like an ordinary person; at your masquerade, I don't want to be part of that show off."

He, Lan Li-Hall, he doesn’t want to make history, he doesn’t want to have history, and he doesn’t want to be a shining moment of history. He is just an actor, he just wants to be an actor, and he pursues it seriously. With your own dreams, you want to run, cheer, and enjoy, you just need to open your arms to soar in the wind.

He is not a group photo on a photo wall, nor a hashtag on Twitter. He does not intend to be a hero for some people, nor is he capable of shouldering such a heavy responsibility.

"Everyone should have the opportunity to grow up alone. With a stable job to support the family, maybe I will buy a few new strings, maybe we will spend the weekend together. We can whisper and talk about the United States. The secret of dreams. The baby needs to be well protected, but I am a child like everyone else."

This is his life, continuing to advance at his own pace, not for awards, not for the box office, not for history, but just to embrace his dreams.

Everyone saw the dazzling halo, but no one saw his persistence in practicing hard for the "burst drummer"; everyone saw the glory of making history, but no one saw him in the performance Everyone saw the peak and brilliance recorded in the annals of history, but no one saw the hardships and pains along the way.

EGOT?

Of course he likes it, accepts it frankly, and sincerely appreciates it. But after EGOT, he doesn't want to be the diamond crown at the masquerade party. He just wants to calm down with his friends, stand on the windowsill, drink a glass of beer, listen to a melody, flip through a novel, chat and joke. Tucao, talking about those interesting and boring topics.

All he needs is a space for whispering, telling the secrets about dreams.

God, he really missed Heather.

"So, let me go. I don't want to be your hero, I don't want to be a big man, I just want to live a serious life like an ordinary person."

A gust of wind blew his face, icy cold, and couldn't help but shiver. The cheerful and joyful melody revealed a faint sadness and bitterness. After the wind and frost and the vicissitudes of life, he was just an ordinary person after all. . An ordinary person who is nervous, moved, feels confused, excited, fearful, worried, and sad.

"Lan Li, you did it." In a trance, Lan Li seemed to hear Heather's smiling ridicule, and generously congratulated him, but the bright eyes flashed with joy. Suddenly he made a grimace and shouted loudly, "But...what about the next work? Where is the good album? What about the drum kit I'm learning? I'm looking forward to it!"

That is the real him.

Dance, as if no one is watching; sing, as if no one is listening; work, as if you don’t need to make money; live, as if today is the end; fall in love, as if you have never been hurt same. Also...Perform, as if it will always be the first time.

He is not a hero, nor does he want to be a hero.

Uncontrollably, the eye sockets filled with warmth again, and the emotional ups and downs tonight were a bit too severe, and Lan Li had to close his eyes immediately, concealing his embarrassment in a panic. Everything turned into a surging melody, singing in the depths of my mind, as if no one was listening.

"So, let me go. I don't want to be your hero. I don't want to be a big man. I just want to live like an ordinary person. At your masquerade party, I don't want to be part of that show off. Everyone should Have the opportunity to grow alone."

He breathed out a long, long breath, opened his eyes again, and quietly stared at the Radio City Music Hall in front of him, and then once again fell on the Tony Award trophy in his hand.

This is a three-dimensional round coin-shaped trophy like a globe. The upper part is made of brass and a small amount of bronze, and the outside is nickel-plated. Under the moonlight and street lights, there is a matte halo. The weight is lighter than expected. It seems Just throw it up and you can juggle, but it's heavier than imagined, and the weight is heavily pressed into your heart through your fingertips.

This is his medal for his merits, but in the final analysis, it still commends his work, but also his dreams and his efforts, luck or destiny, at the end of the twists and turns, it finally came. In his life, it has become the gorgeous feathers that embellish the wings of dreams.

However, his footsteps still won't stop.

As I said before the award ceremony, he is an actor, and his work should be his medal. This is the case in the past, the present is the case, and the future will be the same. He should temporarily put all the glory aside and re-invest in his own work. There is no need to bear the burden, and there is no need to scrutinize the vision. The awards are just icing on the cake.

When another day begins and another day ends, the only thing that remains unchanged and will not change is his actor status.

Therefore, Lan Li held the trophy tightly in his palm. He needed to feel the weight and pressed it heavily on his heart, always reminding: he needs to work harder, he needs to be more dedicated, he needs to be more Focus on becoming a better actor, leaving his footprints in the long river of history with his works and roles.

EGOT.

For Renly, the same is not the end but the beginning.

Compared with the "Little Golden Man Curse", the "EGOT Curse" is even more terrifying, because now he is already at the top. There is room for decline. Next, everyone will be curious, what should he do? How should his career develop? Is the next step to pierce through the sky and enter the universe?

But Lan Li knew that he didn't need to change.

He is still the actor with dreams, passionate about a role, dedicated to a role, and forgetting about a role even more.

Lan Li stepped forward, without pause or hesitation, and left the noisy vanity fair behind him with his feet~lightnovelpub.net~ He couldn't wait to return to the practice room and continue to practice the drums. , And then devoted himself to the performance of "Burst Drummer". This is not an easy task. Even Lan Li himself understands this, but he will not waver in any way.

It doesn't matter if he needs to walk alone on this path. Because at the very beginning of the story, he was like this; now he is just returning to the original point, returning to his original aspiration, and comprehending again, maybe he can still find different gains.

Lan Li didn't call Nathan, so he jogged all the way out of the Radio City Music Hall and ran towards the Greenwich Village in Lower/Downtown, like a lunatic.

The Radio City Music Hall is located in the Rockefeller Center in Midtown/City. It takes more than 25 minutes to drive back to Greenwich Village from here. It is impossible to reach the distance with your legs-at least with Lan Li, a half-hearted amateur. Athletes can't do it, but Lan Li ran all the way nonchalantly.

Until the lungs began to burn, breathing heavily, sweat soaking the inside and out of the shirt, then stopped a taxi and returned to the door in the easiest way.

"Oh, Nathan, I'm home... Well, I came out early, wanting to breathe in some fresh air, and then I walked back by myself... This means you can leave work early tonight, why, is that? Isn't it a good thing? Why does your voice sound so nervous?"

Lan Li was talking on the phone with Nathan, and then opened the door to the apartment——

"Bang! Bang!"

Note: Hero (Hero——Family-Of-The-Year)

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