Heather’s fingers are still not very flexible, and the fingertips that press the strings seem to be unable to exert strength, especially the little finger, which is always easy to slip. This also makes the melody unable to follow the plan of the score, but she is not at all annoying. , Practicing intensively, as if preparing to participate in a world-class concert. W=W≠W≠. = 81ZW. COM

The sun near noon was a bit dazzling, scorching hot, and draped softly on her shoulders, but her awkward and hard fingers were shining brightly. At this moment, she never seemed to have been entangled/sick, nor had she encountered it. The blow of destiny brought vitality to his body, which made people unable to look away.

The fragmented melody came intermittently, and Heather tried to hum to the musical notes, but because the melody was not coherent, the singing was also a little loose, "So we arrived, a lonely place that can't go back..." Heather's voice Immature and young, but there is a kind of crispness and vigor of the first try, and the sorrow of drifting between the musical notes is slowly filling, "You are the face that made me go through fire and water, this is the name that children will inherit... …"

The song only had time to sing halfway, and then it was cut off again. Heather did not give up, adjusted his gestures, and continued to play, "forged charm and crowned crown."

It's a "beast".

It was the "beast" he created last time at Mount Sinai Hospital, but what really shocked Lan Li was that Heather was able to find out how to play the score again by just listening to him play it. This is a kind of talent. For the talent of musical sense and theory, one can naturally recognize the talent of melody.

This is the first time that Lan Li has shown another side of Heather. He was a little surprised, but more pleasantly surprised.

Just halfway through, Heather's fingers were already sore, and she didn't listen. She shook her palm vigorously, trying to regain control, a trace of annoyance and irritation appeared between her eyebrows.

Lan Li could read the trace of restlessness—he clearly wanted to work hard, but couldn't do what he wanted; he wanted to fight, but couldn't get a response; he wanted to fight, but he was powerless.

That deep sense of powerlessness makes people angry and can't wait to destroy the whole world; but it makes people helpless because he is completely helpless. In Heather, Lan Li saw himself, once so eagerly trying to get rid of the shackles of the sickbed, but was finally consumed alive under the whiteness. Slow and cruel.

Heather seemed to notice Lan Li's eyes and raised his head, the two people's eyes collided through the glass.

Heather was not panicked, nor angry, nor shy. It was just a little accidental. The flashing eyes immediately calmed down, and she looked at Lan Li quietly. Those calm eyes, with maturity and coldness that are not commensurate with age, are almost unbelievable. She is only fifteen years old this year.

The pain and torture of the illness caused her to experience the vicissitudes of life that she should not face when she was fifteen.

Facing Heather's gaze, Lan Li showed a smile and looked over calmly, not at all panicked because of his "bystander" behavior being seen on the spot, as if all this couldn't be more natural. Then Lan Li stepped forward, bypassed the glass wall, walked into the entertainment room, and asked in an ordinary tone, "Learning guitar?"

Lan Li's calm also affected Heather. She was stunned, then nodded, and responded lightly, "Well. However, I am not a performer, more a singer. The guitar is only for rehabilitation. That's it."

"You can hear that you are an excellent singer." Lan Li shrugged, "Or, in other words, you have the potential to become an excellent singer."

Lan Li walked to the opposite side of Heather, sat down, stretched out his right hand, and spread it flat in front of Heather, "I never knew that you like singing."

Heather hesitated for a moment and tried to put the guitar in Lan Li’s palm. However, because the guitar was a little heavy and her wrists could not support her, Lan Li took the initiative to take the guitar. "My biggest dream is to participate in the'American Idol' '." After saying this, Heather added anxiously, "Don't laugh at me!"

6 Cannot help but smile, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, but then he squeezed it again, "Maybe you can try next year." The minimum age limit for "American Idol" is 16 years old.

The smile on the corner of Heather's mouth was a bit bitter. She wanted to refute, but then gave up. There is no need to explain, is it?

Lanly’s gaze fell on Heather. He could read the negative emotions on Heather. He lowered his eyes to cover up the mixed emotions. Then he drew up the strings of the bottom line of the fingertips, “You should use your fingertips, and then hold the fingertips. A knuckle is bent at ninety degrees, so that only a little strength can achieve the best suppression effect." Lan Li seemed to have not noticed Heather's condition at all, explaining it in the way of teaching ordinary people.

Heather looked very seriously. The slender fingers gently outline the musical notes. There is a wonderful beauty. The familiar melody slowly flows out. All of this is really amazing. A few simple notes are connected in a special way. , And then it can be turned into a moving melody, awakening the resonance in the heart.

Lan Li raised his head, looked at Heather, and gave a signal. Heather hesitated, so she missed the first four beats, but she immediately regained her composure and sang, "... Pursuing your destiny in the dark, I saw you scarred in the middle of the night last night, I saw you in the devil Dancing in the arms of her."

At first, Heather's voice was still a little tight, and she missed two beats in a row, but she soon forced herself to calm down, closed her eyes, and listened intently to the guitar strings, as if the whole person was integrated into the melody. , The turbulent emotions swept over, and the world suddenly became quiet, as if she was the only one left, standing on top of the world, singing.

"So when you are weak, when you kneel down on your knees, I will do my best for the rest of the time to guard your vows, lively and true."

In the same song, Heather and Renly’s styles are completely different. In Renly’s interpretation, there is a trace of loss in melancholy, and the faint loneliness is indistinct; but Heather’s interpretation gives a different taste. , The sharp pain was like a sinker, digging into the bottom of my heart bit by bit, the pain was like a ripple, gently rippling away, my muscles were already tight to the extreme, but I couldn't shout, clenched my teeth and insisted. It seems that as long as you hold on for a while, you can reach the other side, but...the end is never seen.

"So grass/your dream, how dare you forget our scars, I will be a beast for you, if you pay enough money, everything will be counted, few dreams can be remembered."

When Heather sang this lyrics, the desperate sadness turned into tears, and she slipped off her cheeks unexpectedly, but she did not wipe off the tears, just sang loudly and sang as much as she wanted. Her voice was trembling slightly, and the tone seemed to be a little off, but the pure emotion was completely released, making Lan Li's heart a sorrow.

Heather in front of her was like a wounded beast. She longed for freedom and chased her dreams, but her bruised body dragged down her steps. She stumbled and stumbled in the end, shedding hot blood all the way, as if The mountains and plains are full of rhododendrons.

When the song was finished, Heather sat quietly on the spot, tears surging again, but she bit her lip stubbornly and didn't want to let it go. Only in this way, the tears will not fall again, will not leak her inner fragility again.

Lan Li’s fingertips stopped on the strings, and he could faintly feel the touch of the rough strings on the fingertips, but his heart felt sad. He knew Heather’s feelings better than anyone, his soul. Trapped in this body, freedom is firmly restrained, no exit can be found, and no hope can be seen.

"Do you know? I envy you, I really envy you." Heather's voice was trembling slightly, her fists clenched, and she didn't want to relax at all, as if just a little bit of relaxation, she would be completely Collapsed, "I envy you for being able to move freely, I envy you for chasing your dreams, I envy you for singing freely, I envy you for being able to stand on the stage and use your soul to convey the emotions in the melody, and then let people It touches the softness of your heart without being hurt..." Heather's voice gradually disappeared, the emotions intertwined with frustration and anger were deeply pressed down, and his shoulders drooped.

Lan Li's eye sockets were a little warm, and he lowered his eyes embarrassedly. All this was too familiar and hit him unexpectedly.

For a while, the entertainment room fell into silence, and the faint loneliness and sadness flowed in the air.

Heather slowly raised his head ~lightnovelpub.net~ Seeing Lan Li in front of him, he felt a little confused.

Dreams are too far away for her, because reality is stifling her throat, even survival has become a problem, she has no time or space to think about more things. Dream, this is a luxury. And what about Renly? He is doing his best to pursue his dream of being an actor, and his musical talent is just a hobby for him. He was so wanton, so ostentatious, so indulgent, so...free.

"Sometimes, I really hate you." Heather said, breaking the short silence, but after finishing speaking, he couldn't help laughing, causing Lan Li to chuckle and spread his hands. He looked helpless, "Geniuses are always jealous." These arrogant words made Heather roll his eyes again, expressing his strong dissatisfaction.

The smile slowly disappeared from the corner of his mouth, and Lan Li said seriously, "If you want, I can accompany you to participate in the'American Idol' next year. You know, I can also go to learn more, and touch Simon Kao by the way. Will (simon-coe11)..."

Before Lan Li finished speaking, Heather was amused directly. He reminded him of Simon and Lan Li's confrontation. The happier he laughed, "I think Simon must have said nothing about you. He will be a rascal then. "