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Published at 3rd of November 2021 09:39:11 AM


Chapter 1425: 1425

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"you……"

"you……"

"You speak first."

"You speak first."

"I……"

"I……"

The two people spoke at the same time but stopped at the same time, stunned but laughed at the same time. The synchronized posture perfectly interprets the daily action of "looking in the mirror", but in the strangeness there is a habitual sense of reason, and then the two people at the same time. It calmed down, just staring at each other quietly, no one spoke, but no one left.

The pain of the splitting headache has all disappeared, only nothingness is left, vaguely, the fingertips are trembling slightly, the toes are floating gently, that kind of chaotic and trancelike touch seems to be standing in the clouds, I can't find my center of gravity all the time, and all my perceptions and thoughts become blurred.

Is this reality or illusion? Is this a dream or an idea?

He watched him.

He also watched him.

A faint grief and bitterness spread slowly. Both of them did not speak, but could not help their heart palpitations. They could not distinguish whether it was panic or fear, nor could it distinguish whether it was joy or anxiety. Time and space have completely lost their meaning at this moment, and there is a piece of black around the line of sight, endless black, with no end in sight.

"You should say goodbye."

As the silence spread slowly, the third voice appeared, as if it passed through the ear, and it sounded directly in the depths of his mind. He and him turned their heads together, and then saw Heather-Ke appearing out of thin air. Rose.

Why is Heather here?

Why did Heather and Chu Jiashu appear at the same time again?

Why did Heather choose to appear at this time?

The first question has not been answered yet, and the following questions have spawned. Lan Li immediately realized his clumsiness: without the cover of gentleman etiquette, without the experience of two generations, and without the calm and repressive restraint, all he has Emotions can't seem to be concealed, just like a newborn baby, and everything is revealed.

Heather in front of her, wearing a white lace dress, brilliant smile, bright eyes and thin shoulders, everything seems to have not changed. The power of time has forgotten her existence, and she still retains it. With an innocent and playful face, time has been fixed at the age of seventeen forever.

Heather stopped five steps away, waved his hand with a smile, and said hello, "Hey."

"..." Lan Li tried to say hello, but the words were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't make a sound. He thought he could face it calmly. He thought he was accustomed to it, but the faint pain deep in his heart spread again. There were ripples, and then the eyes became red.

In the end, Lan Li could only show a big smile, a bitter but brilliant smile, and he nodded slightly towards Heather. That's all there is to it.

Heather seemed to perceive Lan Li’s gaze and smiled broadly, "Lan Li, I’m fine, I’m serious, I’m fine now, don’t worry about me. The most important problem now is you, you are not good, You are not good at all."

"I'm fine." Lan Li's smile was stained with a touch of difficulty, trying to conceal his true emotions, but he found that he couldn't do it at all, and all his thoughts were uncovered in this way. Even if Heather did not continue to speak, Lan Li became embarrassed, shook his head helplessly, and lowered his eyes.

Then Heather said again, "You should say goodbye."

"I've already said it." Lan Li reflexively tried to defend.

Heather was not in a hurry, but stared at Lanly quietly, and paused for a long time, "Lanly, you know you don’t, otherwise, you won’t be stuck in the same predicament, time and time again. , Over and over again, like a nightmare, entangled countless times to this day. He is here, and I am here."

Lan Li raised his head, looked at Chu Jiashu who was directly opposite, and at Heather on the right hand side, and then closed his eyes in pain, "I said goodbye more than once; but I don't know what to do. Continue to wave goodbye, I don't know. I can't do it." Lan Li shook his head gently, every movement seemed to consume all his strength, "I can't do it."

"Len Li, the real farewell is not a farewell, but embrace and acceptance, or remembrance and remembrance. What we need is reconciliation with ourselves." Heather said softly, "I am here, he is here, we always Now. Saying goodbye does not mean forgetting, but a new beginning."

No one can say goodbye to the past completely.

Because it is thanks to the past experiences, good and bad, positive and negative, smooth twists and turns, happy misery, all those things put together, and this is what I am now; therefore, be a When a person begins to say goodbye to himself, he is tantamount to denying the value of his existence. Even if it is completely changed, the memories are deeply ingrained, and the past is like a nightmare entangled forever forever.

Lan Li is no exception.

Those memories and experiences belonging to Chu Jiashu have made the present Lan Li, those pains, those frustrations, those tortures, those depressions and those darkness, all are deeply hidden in the depths of the memory, the appearance changes. But after all, he was still the same soul. He thought he was calm, he thought he was used to it, he thought he was honest, but... he didn't.

He just started a new life.

Carefully hide those memories in the depths of my mind, like a huge and ugly back scar. After the pain, the wound healed, and then refused to look back again, and tried my best to run barefoot straight ahead. It seems that as long as you don’t look back, the scar won’t Once it exists, you can turn to a new page, as if the scar never appeared.

The same is true for Heather.

But he was wrong.

From "anti-cancer me" to "transcendence", from "gravity" to "drunk folk songs", entangled and trapped time and time again, bid farewell and turn around again and again, those memories have never really calmed down. Ignoring does not mean disappearing, ignoring does not mean healing, and running away does not mean getting rid of.

Now, here comes the "Burst Drummer" again. This lingering nightmare still lingers in the depths of my mind from beginning to end, never disappearing nor subdued, coming and going again and again. The real farewell was never completed.

The so-called farewell is not to cut off the past completely, but to open your arms, to embrace those scars and pains, to embrace those sufferings and ups and downs, to acknowledge your truest and most complete self, to embrace all the beauty and ugliness, and to accept those who frustrated those who feared Torment, but also accept those happiness, those cheerful, those sincere, brave and firm embrace oneself.

When you accept everything calmly, the farewell can truly end, complete the transformation, become a new self, open a new world, and start a new life.

It's like Levine Davis of "Drunk Country Folk Songs".

At the end of the story, Levine finally returned to the kerosene lamp bar again, came to the stage, and played the melodious song "Waving goodbye", but this time, without Mike's company, he was alone; He no longer complained about the world, no more anger, no more self-pity, opened his heart, and truly accepted the fact that he was alone:

"Some morning in the future, it won't be too far away. You will call my name, and I will say goodbye."

Levine accepted the facts, and the wound began to heal slowly; but, what the future should be, he lost his way. He could only wait for the mood to calm down and re-plan to start again. Maybe he could find his way, maybe he could not, but at least, he I won't continue to paralyze myself.

The same is true for him.

He should learn to be grateful, thanks to the ten years of bed rest, let him settle all the irritability, a little happiness and know how to be satisfied; he should learn to be grateful, grateful for the sickness that bound the body, let him understand the meaning of life, let go The hands and feet run wildly; he should learn to embrace, embrace the torture of those pains, so that he has a strong nerve and face all difficulties.

In those ten years, not all memories were painful and dark; in the previous life, not all memories were bleak and dull. Only by truly embracing Chu Jiashu can we stick to Lanli-Hall's choice.

He doesn't know what will happen in the future, but he knows that he is eager to make breakthroughs, he is eager to continue to improve, he is eager to achieve greatness, he will never give up easily, let alone surrender, this life is still very long, he is still far away It's far from over.

He should learn to perform alone and throw away his crutches—

No longer deliberately distinguish the difference between Chu Jiashu and Lan Li, but embrace all memories frankly; no longer deliberately demonize the time on the bed, but honestly face all the moments; no longer deliberately try their best Running wildly, like a scourge chasing behind him, for fear of slowing down a little, this period of life is like a dream.

The same is true for Andrew.

He has talent, but he is too young; he has talent, but he lacks experience; he has the ability ~www.novelhall.com~ but he needs time; he has the potential to surpass greatness, but he must believe in himself.

Everything is contradictory. He needs to accept the positive and the negative. No longer get caught up in Fletcher’s strength and madness, no longer forget the essence of drums because of the pursuit of the ultimate in speed, no longer forget the original intention of the beginning because of fierce competition, and no longer suffer from gains and losses because of the achievement of great dreams. .

If Andrew himself restrained himself, if Andrew himself imprisoned himself, if Andrew himself rejected him, then he would never be able to go any further, he could only stay in place, like an epiphany, after it bloomed proudly, then quickly withered and withered. Fleeting.

Stand after breaking.

But the premise is to admit yourself first. Andrew is so, so is he.

"We need to reconcile with ourselves."

Caught off guard, Lan Li’s heart suffered a heavy punch and another heavy punch. Those scabs broke open again, and a flower bloomed with blood, and the pain of deepening into the bone marrow and imprinting the soul was like a grand grandeur. The fireworks show broke out heartily, destroying all the lines of defense of Lan Li.




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