The food in the unnamed bar is not of any quality at all. The burgers are too dry, the fries are burnt, and even the coffee is terrible. The only thing you can tell is beer. However, Lan Li didn't care, slowly tasting his late lunch, as if he was enjoying a three-star Michelin-starred dinner.

The busy bartender standing at the bar sighed magically, "God, are you sure you are okay? Even the homeless people hate our food, you still enjoy it like this? I can feel my stomach now. Convulsions."

"If you have no choice, you can either give up or enjoy." Lan Li shrugged and said with a smile. He threw a French fries into his mouth again, and then lifted his chin to indicate that the stage was on. The middle-aged man performing, "What's the matter with him? There are no guests in the bar now."

"Old Frank?" The bartender turned his head and looked over, "The plumber in town, just in his spare time, come here to perform and perform for free. He is a person with a story, are you interested?"

Looking back, the bartender cast a questioning glance towards Lan Li. After getting the affirmative answer, he temporarily put down the beer glass in his hand, propped his hands on the bar, and began to talk, "I heard that he is young. When I was a musician, you know, it’s the kind that wanders around the world with a guitar on his back, performing in different cities and different bars, earning meager income, waiting for my own opportunity, and looking forward to one day I can release an album and become a real Musician."

The bartender looked very young, but in his early twenties; while the old Frank was very old, at least fifty years old. Therefore, the story of the young years fell into the mouth of the bartender and turned into a legend, with a hazy color.

"But, he failed." The bartender said flatly, "Obviously, not everyone is suitable for music. So he went back to the town dingy, became a plumber, and then returned to daily life. In our town. There are so many deeds about his youth. It is said that he has toured with Bob Dylan before, but...who knows?"

The bartender chuckled lightly.

Dreams, in real life, mostly end in failure and disillusionment. The meaning of dreams never lies in realization, but in hope, a hope that makes life bearable and sustainable.

The so-called maturity of many people is nothing more than being polished away by the secular and becoming sophisticated and practical. That is not maturity, it is the premature aging of the spirit and the premature death of personality. True maturity should be the journey of a unique personality, the discovery of the true self, spiritual results and a bumper harvest.

People always mutter: dreams are impossible to realize, dreams are unrealistic, dreams are illusory, and then they wantonly laugh at the stupidity and stubbornness of those dreamers, claiming to be the winners of life, Different ways have adapted to the context of society, which is called maturity. But as everyone knows, they have gradually lost themselves in life.

This cannot be said to be wrong. After all, it is too hard to insist on dreams. If you give up your dreams and choose to compromise, things will be much easier; not to mention, life is full of countless possibilities. It can only be said that, in the final analysis, everyone has made their own choices. Dreamers will not be more noble, and real winners will not be more successful.

Lan Li did not respond to the ridicule in the young bartender's words, and naturally did not intend to condemn and criticize. Instead, he smiled and asked, "When he was young, what music did he perform?"

"Uh, I don't know." The bartender shook his head, spreading his hands helplessly, "I only know that at Christmas last year, he heard an album, what's the name, I think about it, it seems like... …

I don't know, Don Quixote or something. Anyway, it is the name of a character in a novel. Then, he seemed to have a second life. When I came to the bar, I told the boss that he hoped to come over and perform.

But, this is not an easy task. You have also heard that his performance is really not very good. In the end, under his stalker, my boss agreed that he can come over during the leisure time in the afternoon. Performance, free..."

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

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

Embracing an unrealistic dream, he desperately burns himself like moths into flames, trying to touch the outline of the dream; but, in the end, he failed. Therefore, he was ineffective in everyone and gradually became the younger generation. The loser in the mouth seems to have accomplished nothing in the whole long life, and becomes a negative teaching material. Everyone teaches, "Don't be like Old Frank".

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

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

Old Frank played the guitar intently, humming the tune, his old voice, occasionally out of tune, seemed to lose the touch of pitch, but the story contained in his voice made his singing full of flavor. Maybe he is not a good singer; but he is a good performer.

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

Old Frank sang so lonely and lonely, no one in the bar was listening at all, as if he was just singing alone, quietly waiting for the listener to appear. Lan Li likes this kind of performance.

The performance of another song is over. In sight, Old Frank put down the guitar, sat in front of the piano, briefly adjusted a few notes, and then began to play. The prelude was "Cleopatra"!

The cheerful melody jingled like spring water, and the moving and graceful musical notes danced lightly in the laziness of the afternoon. Old Frank’s vicissitudes of life sang loudly, "I was Cleopatra. I used to be a young actor, when you knelt on my knees and begged me to hold hands..."

Lan Li sat on the spot in a daze, listening quietly, savoring the music carefully, time seemed to stop at his fingertips, the fragments of memory flew up and down, when the lyrics came in, " When I die alone, I will never miss it again", caught off guard, tears burst the bank.

There is no warning, can not stop, so embarrassed.

The hot tears completely lost control, and they rushed out endlessly. Lan Li just sat quietly on the high stool, helpless, and didn't even have the strength to raise his hand to wipe the tears, just crying silently; vaguely There was a large halo in his sight, the colorful colors were surging, and the bitter grief whizzed by.

The tears couldn't stop, Lan Li seemed to have suffered a great grievance. The whole heart was curled up, so pain that he could barely breathe, but he couldn't make a sound. He just fell into deep, deep despair In the midst of sorrow, the whole world began to fall apart.

Heather died. Heather Cross, the smiling and shining girl, left.

This fact is like a heavy hammer, hitting his chest fiercely. Strong for too long and calm for too long, but inadvertently and unpreparedly, he was hit hard. All the reality, all the truth, all the certainty, surging out, drowned him in an instant , There is no room for reaction, and no room for counterattack, completely disarmed and surrendered, fragmented.

"Len Li, do you know? I start to like the song'Cleopatra' now. I never understood it before, but now I understand. When I die alone, I won't miss it again. What were you thinking about when you wrote this song? God, I'm so jealous of you. You are a genius, do you know? You are a genius."

Collapse, completely collapse. Howling so much that I can't help myself. The girl with musical dreams, the girl who sang "the wild beast", the girl who complained that the blooming season was about to die, the girl with a smile on her face and muttering "Oh, I can't confess to the boy I have a crush on." , She, passed away.

She said she would not give up. She said it, but she broke her promise. He kept his promise, but she didn't. This is not fair.

His hands were clenched into fists, and the power of his whole body poured into it, and his whole body trembled because of too much force, but even so, there was still no way to vent the inner anger and depression. That deep sense of powerlessness was overwhelmingly vented, all the strength, all the barriers, all the masks, all collapsed, like the end of the world, vigorous and majestic.

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

He closed his eyes tightly, clenched his teeth tightly, and clenched his fists tightly, but still couldn't stop the tears from collapsing. Until the end of the melody, the song "Cleopatra" came to an end, and the curtain fell silent again, the air was filled with sorrow and bitterness~lightnovelpub.net~ little by little, to repair the wounds on the body again. .

In the whirling tears, Lan Li seemed to see Heather again.

Wearing a white lace dress, bathed in golden sunlight, white feet are on the green lawn, running wildly and vigorously, joyful footsteps stepping on the laughter of silver bells, running freely, Chasing the breeze, dancing lightly, the green and sweet voice sang loudly.

"I will not miss it again, I will not miss it again, miss the love of my life. When I die alone, when I die alone, I will not miss it again."

The singing spreads its wings, flying higher and higher, and flying farther and farther; tired, tired, stopped, panting heavily, turned around, a bright smile bloomed on the immature face, and his eyes were full With moving happiness, two pink blushes rose on his white cheeks, and he shouted loudly, "Lan Li, have you heard? I won't miss it again."

Lan Li's mouth was bitter, unable to control herself, tears streaming down her face. That unique Don Quixote finally left. .

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