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The night sky of Surrey in December is gloomy and deep, and some stars can be faintly captured, but more of it is hidden behind the thick clouds, neither magnificent nor bright; the bright moon is layered on top of each other. A face was revealed quietly among the clouds, but the clear moonlight was still not enough to dispel the dense night, and the whole world seemed to be wrapped in a vast expanse of darkness.
At night in the rural suburbs, it was less than nine o'clock in the evening, and I had fallen asleep groggyly; in the silence, I could only vaguely see a bar still open, but the faint milky yellow halo became more and more intense. Set off the quiet and peaceful surroundings, it seems that even the insects' calls have completely disappeared.
Lan Li and Rooney sat side by side under the night sky. There were two vacancies between them. They were polite and alienated. There was no ambiguity or ambiguity, even between friends. The intimacy and familiarity seemed to disappear, but because of the obvious distance, it brought out a little jerky.
But this kind of jerky is not reflected in the conversation.
"God, it is estimated that we are the only one in the world who would choose to come out to watch the stars at night like this." Rooney spit out mercilessly, and then searched the sky earnestly, "Even so, you can also find it. Where are the constellations?"
"Sorry, I'm not Laser Eye, nor Professor X, I'm afraid I won't be able to help." Lan Li spread his hands and said calmly.
With such a sudden cold humor, Rooney was caught off guard, turned her head, and cast her gaze at Lan Li inconceivably, and then rubbed her arm exaggeratedly, as if she was shaking off the goose bumps that had just emerged.
But Lan Li was calm and unmoved. Rooney rolled her eyes helplessly and looked at the sky again, "Who knows? Maybe the sky in Scotland is clear and bright, and there will be a perfect view. Star Place." After the voice fell, the two of them did not continue to speak, so they fell silent.
Looking at the stars hanging in the sky, one or two, it seems that every star hanging above the dark blue sky can be easily picked out within the line of sight; but they all know that this is not all, in those clouds. Behind them, there are many more stars, countless.
"Did you find it?" Rooney asked without warning. Renly didn't know, so she cast her inquiring gaze. Rooney turned her head and said with a smile, "When another light disappears, I'm willing to care. Man, did you find it?"
Unconsciously, Lan Li was stunned.
This is a topic that he and Rooney accidentally brought up after the Oscars ceremony at the beginning of the year when they unexpectedly met under the stars. Later, this hand-picked lyric evolved into the theme song of the Heather Cross Foundation, "Another Light".
Unexpectedly, Rooney actually remembered.
Lan Li's gaze fell between Rooney's eyebrows, capturing the agility and focus in those eyes. There was no tension, no anxiety, no avoidance, just calmly greeted Lan Li's gaze, that gleam of light All the sights were clearly projected, including himself, and then Rooney's pupils flashed lightly, gliding a little narrow, which made Lan Li laugh.
"Yes, I found it." Lan Li nodded slightly, his smile rose little by little, and then nodded a second time, "In fact, I found a lot."
The achievements of the Heather-Cross Foundation are obvious to all.
Some people may say that the "Ice Bucket Challenge" is just a sensational hype activity. When the challenge is over, people will only remember the stars who participated in the challenge, and no one will remember ALS, let alone. Some people remember Heather Cross, an obscure little girl.
But for Lan Li, he never worried.
After the eyes of those concerned fell silent, no one cared about amyotrophic lateral sclerosis, no one remembered Heather Cross, and no one cared about those vulnerable groups suffering from rare diseases. All of these don’t matter, because of the Heather Cross Fund. Will continue to pay attention, because he will always remember.
The disappearing light is the meaning of the existence of the Heather Cross Foundation.
"Heather Cross, she is no longer an insignificant light now." Rooney said softly.
The smile at the corner of Lan Li's mouth paused slightly, and then rose up, "Now, we are looking forward to this ray of light can shine more light, above the sky, there are too many dazzling constellations. ’S attention, maybe, it’s time to focus on other places."
This is also one of the most important meanings of charity activities.
Rooney nodded gently, "It's like'American Idol'?"
In the analogy, Lan Li lost his laughter, shrugged his shoulders lightly, nodded in affirmation, "Yes, it's like'American Idol'."
"So, what kind of girl is Heather?" Rooney asked curiously, but before Lan Li could answer, she continued to add, "I mean, it's not the symbol on the media, and Is Heather in life, the girl who dreams of standing on the stage and singing?"
Lan Li did not speak to answer, his gaze fell on Rooney, and the mixed and complicated thoughts could not find an accurate way of expression for a while.
He had never really talked about Heather, it was the same before, and it is the same now.
Not only facing the media, but also facing friends, Ryan Gosling, Paul Walker, etc., they have not really talked to each other; Jennifer Lawrence is the only friend who knows Heather, but they also I haven't calmed down and talked about it.
On the one hand, because he doesn't want to disturb Heather's life, and the lives of the Crosses, he knows better than anyone how terrible the all-pervasive paparazzi is, and the Cross family are just ordinary people.
On the other hand, it was because of selfishness. In Heather, he could always spy on his previous life. When talking about Heather, it was as if he showed the most private part of himself, which was prohibitive.
He did not deliberately conceal it, nor did he deliberately avoid it. After all, the Heather-Cross Foundation has already entered the public eye. Before that, Heather's story was actively shared in the "One Man Concert"; It's just... it's just that there is no such opportunity and occasion to have a deep conversation.
Now Rooney mentioned it.
Lan Li's first reaction was to be vigilant, and the alienation of self-protection was launching automatic defense.
But Rooney didn’t seem to notice the change in Lanly’s expression, and then said, “I remember reading a report before and I was deeply impressed. I mentioned that if Heather had a chance to stand on the “American Idol” On the stage, then she will perform the song'The Beast'. Is this true?"
Rooney’s eyes were full of sincerity, no sadness, no mercy, no inquiry, more like talking about a friendly friend, the corners of her mouth are shallow, and the light under her eyes is warm, "God, why is she Would you like to sing this song? I mean, she is only sixteen years old, isn't she? This song is really too vicissitudes of life, I think it should not fit her voice."
Involuntarily, Lan Li nodded with a chuckle and agreed, "Right? I think so too. That's how I persuaded her at the beginning, but she always insisted that this song belongs to her melody."
"What? Why? Did one of the lyrics resonate with her?" Rooney's rhetorical question made Lan Li's eyes light up, showing a look of surprise, "Yes, that's what she said, she said. ..."
Those memories are still lifelike, just blurted out, the wheel of time seems to have returned to the distant past again: Heather is still preparing for the audition of "American Idol"; every time he returns to New York, he will still go to Mount Sinai. Hospital, visit those children...
Deep in his heart, he has been waiting, waiting to uncover the wound, waiting to wake up that memory, waiting for that topic to become a part of life without being taboo.
Annie Silliman, Alex Ritchie, etc., those names that have not been mentioned for a long time, are again on the lips, but there is no strangeness in the imagination, all the memories, all the interesting things, all the stories, are endless. 、Continuously, the whole world just brightened up little by little~www.novelhall.com~Rooney listened carefully, interjecting and talking from time to time, curiously putting forward more ideas, slowly, that one A vivid and agile image was sketched in her mind, so that she couldn't help but started to move around, wanting to make a group of lovely children, become friends, and play together.
This is another blue gift.
There is a faint smell of sunlight in him, dry and bright, innocent and simple, and even some innocence and stupidity who are not familiar with the world. He can't find the restraint and depression of the nobleman at all, but... Life is like the first ray/spring/light that falls on the green buds.
Everyone is praising the social changes brought about by the Heather-Cross Foundation, which may even have an earth-shaking impact on the entire philanthropy, but Lan Li has never come forward to accept these praises and auras. Now, Rooney understood the reason.
For Lan Li, everything is only for the girl named Heather, but also for Don Quixote, whose heart is still beating in his chest.
"Rooney?" Lan Li noticed Rooney's fascinating sight. The focus seemed to be blurred. He couldn't help but raised his eyebrows and called out, "It seems that my topic is too boring. You are distracted. Maybe, I should show some gentleman manners."
Rooney laughed dumbly and shook her head slightly. She tried to explain, but she didn't know where to start with a thousand words. Her eyes fell between Lan Li's eyebrows, and she hummed softly without warning. Sing it:
"No, don't punish me for feeling inside; no, don't punish me because of soul suffering."
Time stopped at this moment.
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The night sky of Surrey in December is gloomy and deep, and some stars can be faintly captured, but more of it is hidden behind the thick clouds, neither magnificent nor bright; the bright moon is layered on top of each other. A face was revealed quietly among the clouds, but the clear moonlight was still not enough to dispel the dense night, and the whole world seemed to be wrapped in a vast expanse of darkness.
At night in the rural suburbs, it was less than nine o'clock in the evening, and I had fallen asleep groggyly; in the silence, I could only vaguely see a bar still open, but the faint milky yellow halo became more and more intense. Set off the quiet and peaceful surroundings, it seems that even the insects' calls have completely disappeared.
Lan Li and Rooney sat side by side under the night sky. There were two vacancies between them. They were polite and alienated. There was no ambiguity or ambiguity, even between friends. The intimacy and familiarity seemed to disappear, but because of the obvious distance, it brought out a little jerky.
But this kind of jerky is not reflected in the conversation.
"God, it is estimated that we are the only one in the world who would choose to come out to watch the stars at night like this." Rooney spit out mercilessly, and then searched the sky earnestly, "Even so, you can also find it. Where are the constellations?"
"Sorry, I'm not Laser Eye, nor Professor X, I'm afraid I won't be able to help." Lan Li spread his hands and said calmly.
With such a sudden cold humor, Rooney was caught off guard, turned her head, and cast her gaze at Lan Li inconceivably, and then rubbed her arm exaggeratedly, as if she was shaking off the goose bumps that had just emerged.
But Lan Li was calm and unmoved. Rooney rolled her eyes helplessly and looked at the sky again, "Who knows? Maybe the sky in Scotland is clear and bright, and there will be a perfect view. Star Place." After the voice fell, the two of them did not continue to speak, so they fell silent.
Looking at the stars hanging in the sky, one or two, it seems that every star hanging above the dark blue sky can be easily picked out within the line of sight; but they all know that this is not all, in those clouds. Behind them, there are many more stars, countless.
"Did you find it?" Rooney asked without warning. Renly didn't know, so she cast her inquiring gaze. Rooney turned her head and said with a smile, "When another light disappears, I'm willing to care. Man, did you find it?"
Unconsciously, Lan Li was stunned.
This is a topic that he and Rooney accidentally brought up after the Oscars ceremony at the beginning of the year when they unexpectedly met under the stars. Later, this hand-picked lyric evolved into the theme song of the Heather Cross Foundation, "Another Light".
Unexpectedly, Rooney actually remembered.
Lan Li's gaze fell between Rooney's eyebrows, capturing the agility and focus in those eyes. There was no tension, no anxiety, no avoidance, just calmly greeted Lan Li's gaze, that gleam of light All the sights were clearly projected, including himself, and then Rooney's pupils flashed lightly, gliding a little narrow, which made Lan Li laugh.
"Yes, I found it." Lan Li nodded slightly, his smile rose little by little, and then nodded a second time, "In fact, I found a lot."
The achievements of the Heather-Cross Foundation are obvious to all.
Some people may say that the "Ice Bucket Challenge" is just a sensational hype activity. When the challenge is over, people will only remember the stars who participated in the challenge, and no one will remember ALS, let alone. Some people remember Heather Cross, an obscure little girl.
But for Lan Li, he never worried.
After the eyes of those concerned fell silent, no one cared about amyotrophic lateral sclerosis, no one remembered Heather Cross, and no one cared about those vulnerable groups suffering from rare diseases. All of these don’t matter, because of the Heather Cross Fund. Will continue to pay attention, because he will always remember.
The disappearing light is the meaning of the existence of the Heather Cross Foundation.
"Heather Cross, she is no longer an insignificant light now." Rooney said softly.
The smile at the corner of Lan Li's mouth paused slightly, and then rose up, "Now, we are looking forward to this ray of light can shine more light, above the sky, there are too many dazzling constellations. ’S attention, maybe, it’s time to focus on other places."
This is also one of the most important meanings of charity activities.
Rooney nodded gently, "It's like'American Idol'?"
In the analogy, Lan Li lost his laughter, shrugged his shoulders lightly, nodded in affirmation, "Yes, it's like'American Idol'."
"So, what kind of girl is Heather?" Rooney asked curiously, but before Lan Li could answer, she continued to add, "I mean, it's not the symbol on the media, and Is Heather in life, the girl who dreams of standing on the stage and singing?"
Lan Li did not speak to answer, his gaze fell on Rooney, and the mixed and complicated thoughts could not find an accurate way of expression for a while.
He had never really talked about Heather, it was the same before, and it is the same now.
Not only facing the media, but also facing friends, Ryan Gosling, Paul Walker, etc., they have not really talked to each other; Jennifer Lawrence is the only friend who knows Heather, but they also I haven't calmed down and talked about it.
On the one hand, because he doesn't want to disturb Heather's life, and the lives of the Crosses, he knows better than anyone how terrible the all-pervasive paparazzi is, and the Cross family are just ordinary people.
On the other hand, it was because of selfishness. In Heather, he could always spy on his previous life. When talking about Heather, it was as if he showed the most private part of himself, which was prohibitive.
He did not deliberately conceal it, nor did he deliberately avoid it. After all, the Heather-Cross Foundation has already entered the public eye. Before that, Heather's story was actively shared in the "One Man Concert"; It's just... it's just that there is no such opportunity and occasion to have a deep conversation.
Now Rooney mentioned it.
Lan Li's first reaction was to be vigilant, and the alienation of self-protection was launching automatic defense.
But Rooney didn’t seem to notice the change in Lanly’s expression, and then said, “I remember reading a report before and I was deeply impressed. I mentioned that if Heather had a chance to stand on the “American Idol” On the stage, then she will perform the song'The Beast'. Is this true?"
Rooney’s eyes were full of sincerity, no sadness, no mercy, no inquiry, more like talking about a friendly friend, the corners of her mouth are shallow, and the light under her eyes is warm, "God, why is she Would you like to sing this song? I mean, she is only sixteen years old, isn't she? This song is really too vicissitudes of life, I think it should not fit her voice."
Involuntarily, Lan Li nodded with a chuckle and agreed, "Right? I think so too. That's how I persuaded her at the beginning, but she always insisted that this song belongs to her melody."
"What? Why? Did one of the lyrics resonate with her?" Rooney's rhetorical question made Lan Li's eyes light up, showing a look of surprise, "Yes, that's what she said, she said. ..."
Those memories are still lifelike, just blurted out, the wheel of time seems to have returned to the distant past again: Heather is still preparing for the audition of "American Idol"; every time he returns to New York, he will still go to Mount Sinai. Hospital, visit those children...
Deep in his heart, he has been waiting, waiting to uncover the wound, waiting to wake up that memory, waiting for that topic to become a part of life without being taboo.
Annie Silliman, Alex Ritchie, etc., those names that have not been mentioned for a long time, are again on the lips, but there is no strangeness in the imagination, all the memories, all the interesting things, all the stories, are endless. 、Continuously, the whole world just brightened up little by little~www.novelhall.com~Rooney listened carefully, interjecting and talking from time to time, curiously putting forward more ideas, slowly, that one A vivid and agile image was sketched in her mind, so that she couldn't help but started to move around, wanting to make a group of lovely children, become friends, and play together.
This is another blue gift.
There is a faint smell of sunlight in him, dry and bright, innocent and simple, and even some innocence and stupidity who are not familiar with the world. He can't find the restraint and depression of the nobleman at all, but... Life is like the first ray/spring/light that falls on the green buds.
Everyone is praising the social changes brought about by the Heather-Cross Foundation, which may even have an earth-shaking impact on the entire philanthropy, but Lan Li has never come forward to accept these praises and auras. Now, Rooney understood the reason.
For Lan Li, everything is only for the girl named Heather, but also for Don Quixote, whose heart is still beating in his chest.
"Rooney?" Lan Li noticed Rooney's fascinating sight. The focus seemed to be blurred. He couldn't help but raised his eyebrows and called out, "It seems that my topic is too boring. You are distracted. Maybe, I should show some gentleman manners."
Rooney laughed dumbly and shook her head slightly. She tried to explain, but she didn't know where to start with a thousand words. Her eyes fell between Lan Li's eyebrows, and she hummed softly without warning. Sing it:
"No, don't punish me for feeling inside; no, don't punish me because of soul suffering."
Time stopped at this moment.
Please remember the domain name of this book's first publication:. 4Fiction Network Mobile Edition Reading URL:
The night sky of Surrey in December is gloomy and deep, and some stars can be faintly captured, but more of it is hidden behind the thick clouds, neither magnificent nor bright; the bright moon is layered on top of each other. A face was revealed quietly among the clouds, but the clear moonlight was still not enough to dispel the dense night, and the whole world seemed to be wrapped in a vast expanse of darkness.At night in the rural suburbs, it was less than nine o'clock in the evening, and I had fallen asleep groggyly; in the silence, I could only vaguely see a bar still open, but the faint milky yellow halo became more and more intense. Set off the quiet and peaceful surroundings, it seems that even the insects' calls have completely disappeared.Lan Li and Rooney sat side by side under the night sky. There were two vacancies between them. They were polite and alienated. There was no ambiguity or ambiguity, even between friends. The intimacy and familiarity seemed to disappear, but because of the obvious distance, it brought out a little jerky.But this kind of jerky is not reflected in the conversation."God, it is estimated that we are the only one in the world who would choose to come out to watch the stars at night like this." Rooney spit out mercilessly, and then searched the sky earnestly, "Even so, you can also find it. Where are the constellations?""Sorry, I'm not Laser Eye, nor Professor X, I'm afraid I won't be able to help." Lan Li spread his hands and said calmly.With such a sudden cold humor, Rooney was caught off guard, turned her head, and cast her gaze at Lan Li inconceivably, and then rubbed her arm exaggeratedly, as if she was shaking off the goose bumps that had just emerged.But Lan Li was calm and unmoved. Rooney rolled her eyes helplessly and looked at the sky again, "Who knows? Maybe the sky in Scotland is clear and bright, and there will be a perfect view. Star Place." After the voice fell, the two of them did not continue to speak, so they fell silent.Looking at the stars hanging in the sky, one or two, it seems that every star hanging above the dark blue sky can be easily picked out within the line of sight; but they all know that this is not all, in those clouds. Behind them, there are many more stars, countless."Did you find it?" Rooney asked without warning. Renly didn't know, so she cast her inquiring gaze. Rooney turned her head and said with a smile, "When another light disappears, I'm willing to care. Man, did you find it?"Unconsciously, Lan Li was stunned.This is a topic that he and Rooney accidentally brought up after the Oscars ceremony at the beginning of the year when they unexpectedly met under the stars. Later, this hand-picked lyric evolved into the theme song of the Heather Cross Foundation, "Another Light".Unexpectedly, Rooney actually remembered.Lan Li's gaze fell between Rooney's eyebrows, capturing the agility and focus in those eyes. There was no tension, no anxiety, no avoidance, just calmly greeted Lan Li's gaze, that gleam of light All the sights were clearly projected, including himself, and then Rooney's pupils flashed lightly, gliding a little narrow, which made Lan Li laugh."Yes, I found it." Lan Li nodded slightly, his smile rose little by little, and then nodded a second time, "In fact, I found a lot."The achievements of the Heather-Cross Foundation are obvious to all.Some people may say that the "Ice Bucket Challenge" is just a sensational hype activity. When the challenge is over, people will only remember the stars who participated in the challenge, and no one will remember ALS, let alone. Some people remember Heather Cross, an obscure little girl.But for Lan Li, he never worried.After the eyes of those concerned fell silent, no one cared about amyotrophic lateral sclerosis, no one remembered Heather Cross, and no one cared about those vulnerable groups suffering from rare diseases. All of these don't matter, because of the Heather Cross Fund. Will continue to pay attention, because he will always remember.The disappearing light is the meaning of the existence of the Heather Cross Foundation."Heather Cross, she is no longer an insignificant light now." Rooney said softly.The smile at the corner of Lan Li's mouth paused slightly, and then rose up, "Now, we are looking forward to this ray of light can shine more light, above the sky, there are too many dazzling constellations. 'S attention, maybe, it's time to focus on other places."This is also one of the most important meanings of charity activities.Rooney nodded gently, "It's like'American Idol'?"In the analogy, Lan Li lost his laughter, shrugged his shoulders lightly, nodded in affirmation, "Yes, it's like'American Idol'.""So, what kind of girl is Heather?" Rooney asked curiously, but before Lan Li could answer, she continued to add, "I mean, it's not the symbol on the media, and Is Heather in life, the girl who dreams of standing on the stage and singing?"Lan Li did not speak to answer, his gaze fell on Rooney, and the mixed and complicated thoughts could not find an accurate way of expression for a while.He had never really talked about Heather, it was the same before, and it is the same now.Not only facing the media, but also facing friends, Ryan Gosling, Paul Walker, etc., they have not really talked to each other; Jennifer Lawrence is the only friend who knows Heather, but they also I haven't calmed down and talked about it.On the one hand, because he doesn't want to disturb Heather's life, and the lives of the Crosses, he knows better than anyone how terrible the all-pervasive paparazzi is, and the Cross family are just ordinary people.On the other hand, it was because of selfishness. In Heather, he could always spy on his previous life. When talking about Heather, it was as if he showed the most private part of himself, which was prohibitive.He did not deliberately conceal it, nor did he deliberately avoid it. After all, the Heather-Cross Foundation has already entered the public eye. Before that, Heather's story was actively shared in the "One Man Concert"; It's just... it's just that there is no such opportunity and occasion to have a deep conversation.Now Rooney mentioned it.Lan Li's first reaction was to be vigilant, and the alienation of self-protection was launching automatic defense.But Rooney didn't seem to notice the change in Lanly's expression, and then said, I remember reading a report before and I was deeply impressed. I mentioned that if Heather had a chance to stand on the American Idol On the stage, then she will perform the song'The Beast'. Is this true?"Rooney's eyes were full of sincerity, no sadness, no mercy, no inquiry, more like talking about a friendly friend, the corners of her mouth are shallow, and the light under her eyes is warm, "God, why is she Would you like to sing this song? I mean, she is only sixteen years old, isn't she? This song is really too vicissitudes of life, I think it should not fit her voice."Involuntarily, Lan Li nodded with a chuckle and agreed, "Right? I think so too. That's how I persuaded her at the beginning, but she always insisted that this song belongs to her melody.""What? Why? Did one of the lyrics resonate with her?" Rooney's rhetorical question made Lan Li's eyes light up, showing a look of surprise, "Yes, that's what she said, she said. ..."Those memories are still lifelike, just blurted out, the wheel of time seems to have returned to the distant past again: Heather is still preparing for the audition of "American Idol"; every time he returns to New York, he will still go to Mount Sinai. Hospital, visit those children...Deep in his heart, he has been waiting, waiting to uncover the wound, waiting to wake up that memory, waiting for that topic to become a part of life without being taboo.Annie Silliman, Alex Ritchie, etc., those names that have not been mentioned for a long time, are again on the lips, but there is no strangeness in the imagination, all the memories, all the interesting things, all the stories, are endless. Continuously, the whole world just brightened up little by little~www.novelhall.com~Rooney listened carefully, interjecting and talking from time to time, curiously putting forward more ideas, slowly, that one A vivid and agile image was sketched in her mind, so that she couldn't help but started to move around, wanting to make a group of lovely children, become friends, and play together.This is another blue gift.There is a faint smell of sunlight in him, dry and bright, innocent and simple, and even some innocence and stupidity who are not familiar with the world. He can't find the restraint and depression of the nobleman at all, but... Life is like the first ray/spring/light that falls on the green buds.Everyone is praising the social changes brought about by the Heather-Cross Foundation, which may even have an earth-shaking impact on the entire philanthropy, but Lan Li has never come forward to accept these praises and auras. Now, Rooney understood the reason.For Lan Li, everything is only for the girl named Heather, but also for Don Quixote, whose heart is still beating in his chest."Rooney?" Lan Li noticed Rooney's fascinating sight. The focus seemed to be blurred. He couldn't help but raised his eyebrows and called out, "It seems that my topic is too boring. You are distracted. Maybe, I should show some gentleman manners."Rooney laughed dumbly and shook her head slightly. She tried to explain, but she didn't know where to start with a thousand words. Her eyes fell between Lan Li's eyebrows, and she hummed softly without warning. Sing it:"No, don't punish me for feeling inside; no, don't punish me because of soul suffering."Time stopped at this moment.Please remember the domain name of this book's first publication:. 4Fiction Network Mobile Edition Reading URL:
