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The pitch-black night came down early, and the whole city was enveloped in the heavy night. The violent cold wind kept whining in the ears, and the rice and snowflakes mixed in it made the cheeks hurt. Outdoors, this requires great courage.
New York in February, unscrupulously displayed its violent and rudeness, and refused to be friendly.
Derek Cross looked at the snow outside the car window and the dark night, with worry written on his face, turned his head, frowned and looked at his daughter, "Heather, are you sure?"
Heather spread his hands awkwardly and rolled his eyes, "Dad, are you serious? After you have done this to me, you are actually asking me now, am I sure?" That ruthless spit The pattern seems to have recovered her original appearance again, but with vague words and weak tone, but she can't find her original appearance again.
At this time, Heather was dressed like a mummy, three layers inside and three layers outside, wrapped tightly, even his cheeks were wrapped in a big red scarf, only a pair of eyes were exposed. Heather believed that they would even bring her a pair of ski goggles if necessary.
Now, Heather's limbs are like a fitness madman who over-exercises muscles, he can only support it in embarrassment, and he can't even do simple movements such as bending his arms.
Although she was in a heavy mood, Ellie couldn't help but twitched the corners of her mouth, and she couldn't help but laugh, especially after Heather moved her eyes and glanced silently at her mother. Allie chuckled directly—literally, Heather only had eyeballs to move now.
Seeing his mother who could not help but laugh, Heather complained depressedly, "Please..."
However, the following words were vague in the saliva. Although she was able to wake up successfully, she still hasn't fully recovered her speaking function. It is extremely difficult to express a sentence. Even if she slowly bites the words one by one, she is inevitably ambiguous.
Heather did not give up. After swallowing hard, he said again, "We are going to be late. He has kept the promise, and I will also abide by mine." Simple words, without beginning and ending, are indisputable.
Allie and Derek exchanged glances.
When Heather did not wake up, they expected that Renly's concert would make Heather sober; when Heather really woke up, they also expected that Heather could stay in the ward safely.
Are they too greedy?
"Mom, we are late." Heather couldn't help reminding again. In order to be able to ensure that everything is safe and correct, they are already late for departure. Now there are only less than five minutes left before eight o'clock, and being late is inevitable. However, Heather still didn't want to miss it.
"Then let's go and we can't delay anymore." Derek made up his mind and said, and then saw his wife's stunned look. He smiled, "A promise is a promise. We've already said it." Derek insisted. Nodding, reconfirmed his decision.
Ai Li's expression was a little struggling, but in the end she showed a smile, "Then, we'd better speed up, otherwise, it would be a shame to miss the excitement of the opening."
The princess Derek held up Heather while Ellie walked around to the trunk and took out the wheelchair. The two couples trot all the way and rushed to Madison Square Garden in New York. The medical staff can be seen from a distance. They were greeted, escorted them into the eaves protection area, and then helped a family of three pass the ticket gate.
Derek carefully placed Heather on the wheelchair and let out a long breath, "How about, are we late?" Then he took out the concert ticket from his pocket neatly. This is Nathan himself this afternoon. Those who were sent to the hospital were also the only three reserved tickets for "One Man's Concert."
"No. The concert has not started yet." Kelly Barton, a nurse at Mount Sinai Hospital, met Derek's gaze with a smile, and then looked at Heather. "A concert for one person, this person has not yet been there. , How can the concert start?"
"What?" Heather's eyes widened, full of excitement and enthusiasm, but she couldn't express it. She just uttered a series of meaningless syllables. She raised her head and looked at her mother expectantly.
Allie understood her meaning at once and nodded again and again, "Let's go in now."
...
On the stage of Madison Square Garden, it is simple and generous. In the darkness, there are no extra stage decorations and no complicated background effects. Even the lights are reduced to simplicity, with only a creamy yellow halo. In the thick darkness, shining rays of light were emitted, and all the scenes on the stage were outlined——
A drum set, a black grand piano, a cello, three guitars, and a microphone stand. That's it.
On the huge stage, Lan Li stood alone in the center, with an acoustic guitar on his back, standing in front of the microphone stand, with his head lowered and silent. The lazy lights fell down, dragging the figure on the ground to the old elders, drawing out a touch of loneliness and loneliness, lingering in the silence.
"What's the matter? It's already past eight to eight, and Lanly has been standing on the stage for a full eight minutes, but he doesn't sing a song or say a word. What kind of concert is this? Could it be that we Just stand here in silence? This is not a protest or demonstration. Anyway, give a little hint."
There was a murmur of sound in the ear, and the low voice of discussion was not noisy, but it was always buzzing and lingering.
William Taylor exchanged sights with the friends around him. Graham Hughes, Hope Baez, Tessa Breden and others all surrounded them, and everyone shook their heads slightly. He signaled William to ignore, but William endured and endured, after all, he did not hold back, "Shh!" motioned them to be quiet, and then whispered, "This is a concert for one person, and Lanly is waiting for the appointment of the person. ."
Tonight’s concert is really special.
There is no countdown, no warm-up guests, or even a preview. The audience does not know when to cheer, when to be excited, and when to scream. The rhythm of the entire concert is confusing, even before the concert begins. The whole audience turned off the lights and then turned on the lights again. This link was directly omitted. When the time came, Lan Li carried an acoustic guitar on his back, walked onto the stage and appeared in front of everyone.
A navy blue shirt, a pair of black jeans, and a pair of black skate shoes. So simple, so simple, so low-key, to complete the stage, people can't help but be full of question marks: Is this, sure it is a concert?
The audience looked at each other, some applauded, some screamed, some were confused, and the sparse support was uneven and looked very shabby; but gradually, all the responses came together to form a wave. The audience tried to use the most enthusiastic, The most turbulent and surging way is to express support for Lan Li's debut.
This concert is too special and too unique. It is burdened with countless controversies and doubts, but also faces countless criticisms and attacks. Even the audience who bought tickets are not all supporters, and The existence of doubters and challengers.
Therefore, this wave is the most direct and powerful support. It lasted three minutes in a mighty and vigorous manner, and the entire garden became a surging ocean.
But, gradually, gradually, this support subsided. Because Lan Li didn't incite the atmosphere, he didn't start singing, and he didn't even respond, so he stood quietly in the middle of the stage. Confusion and incomprehension began to spread among the audience. People looked at each other, but couldn't find an answer.
In the dimness, William greeted those puzzled eyes, "Did you not listen to the album Don Quixote? Didn’t you understand the meaning of this concert? Just calm down, this is not a show. Casual concert."
"Dog/shit!" Someone said disdainfully, and then mumbled something like "bitch" and "hype", but this time, William didn't argue too much, but showed up to his friends He smiled and signaled them to rest assured that he would not be impulsive. Those doubts will never disappear, but they will become their driving force for continuous progress.
Lifting his head, facing the light, looking at Lan Li bathed in the light, William's mood was calmer than ever before, and he joined the waiting queue of the audience. It's like waiting for Godot.
Unconsciously, the noisy and chaotic emotions gradually settled, and finally disappeared completely. There was no sound, and there was silence, like a deep and vast sea, but a storm was brewing under the calm surface.
...
When entering Madison Square Garden, Heather opened his mouth involuntarily. This venue is really too big, like a vast starry sky, endless, magnificent and majestic. In an instant, he felt his own insignificance, as if one in the universe. Dust; then, Heather saw the full seats.
Looking around for a week~www.novelhall.com~ Every seat in sight is full, no space is left, the dense crowd is so turbulent, so lively, so powerful, a strong hot air is surging The brain crashed instantly.
Can't believe it, can't believe it.
The entire Madison Square Garden, with a total of 20,000 spectator seats, was miraculously sold out after only two days of publicity. Even the most daring and craziest prophet did not dare to easily affirm such a scene. The grand occasion of that empty seat was like a torrent, rushing across the chest, taking away his breath in an instant, and froze in astonishment and amazement.
What is even more incredible is that 20,000 spectators gathered in a bustling crowd, but there was no trivial sound in the audience. The surging silence spread in the space, and everyone silently looked up at the one on the stage. The figure-the figure so small but so tall.
Heather is no exception, looking up in a daze. Everything is the same as she imagined. The spacious and grand stage, simple and simple layout, just a figure, is enough to fill every corner of the line of sight, everything is about music, and only about music. Close your eyes and you can touch the weight of the soul.
Unprepared, tears warmed his eyes.
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The pitch-black night came down early, and the whole city was enveloped in the heavy night. The violent cold wind kept whining in the ears, and the rice and snowflakes mixed in it made the cheeks hurt. Outdoors, this requires great courage.
New York in February, unscrupulously displayed its violent and rudeness, and refused to be friendly.
Derek Cross looked at the snow outside the car window and the dark night, with worry written on his face, turned his head, frowned and looked at his daughter, "Heather, are you sure?"
Heather spread his hands awkwardly and rolled his eyes, "Dad, are you serious? After you have done this to me, you are actually asking me now, am I sure?" That ruthless spit The pattern seems to have recovered her original appearance again, but with vague words and weak tone, but she can't find her original appearance again.
At this time, Heather was dressed like a mummy, three layers inside and three layers outside, wrapped tightly, even his cheeks were wrapped in a big red scarf, only a pair of eyes were exposed. Heather believed that they would even bring her a pair of ski goggles if necessary.
Now, Heather's limbs are like a fitness madman who over-exercises muscles, he can only support it in embarrassment, and he can't even do simple movements such as bending his arms.
Although she was in a heavy mood, Ellie couldn't help but twitched the corners of her mouth, and she couldn't help but laugh, especially after Heather moved her eyes and glanced silently at her mother. Allie chuckled directly—literally, Heather only had eyeballs to move now.
Seeing his mother who could not help but laugh, Heather complained depressedly, "Please..."
However, the following words were vague in the saliva. Although she was able to wake up successfully, she still hasn't fully recovered her speaking function. It is extremely difficult to express a sentence. Even if she slowly bites the words one by one, she is inevitably ambiguous.
Heather did not give up. After swallowing hard, he said again, "We are going to be late. He has kept the promise, and I will also abide by mine." Simple words, without beginning and ending, are indisputable.
Allie and Derek exchanged glances.
When Heather did not wake up, they expected that Renly's concert would make Heather sober; when Heather really woke up, they also expected that Heather could stay in the ward safely.
Are they too greedy?
"Mom, we are late." Heather couldn't help reminding again. In order to be able to ensure that everything is safe and correct, they are already late for departure. Now there are only less than five minutes left before eight o'clock, and being late is inevitable. However, Heather still didn't want to miss it.
"Then let's go and we can't delay anymore." Derek made up his mind and said, and then saw his wife's stunned look. He smiled, "A promise is a promise. We've already said it." Derek insisted. Nodding, reconfirmed his decision.
Ai Li's expression was a little struggling, but in the end she showed a smile, "Then, we'd better speed up, otherwise, it would be a shame to miss the excitement of the opening."
The princess Derek held up Heather while Ellie walked around to the trunk and took out the wheelchair. The two couples trot all the way and rushed to Madison Square Garden in New York. The medical staff can be seen from a distance. They were greeted, escorted them into the eaves protection area, and then helped a family of three pass the ticket gate.
Derek carefully placed Heather on the wheelchair and let out a long breath, "How about, are we late?" Then he took out the concert ticket from his pocket neatly. This is Nathan himself this afternoon. Those who were sent to the hospital were also the only three reserved tickets for "One Man's Concert."
"No. The concert has not started yet." Kelly Barton, a nurse at Mount Sinai Hospital, met Derek's gaze with a smile, and then looked at Heather. "A concert for one person, this person has not yet been there. , How can the concert start?"
"What?" Heather's eyes widened, full of excitement and enthusiasm, but she couldn't express it. She just uttered a series of meaningless syllables. She raised her head and looked at her mother expectantly.
Allie understood her meaning at once and nodded again and again, "Let's go in now."
...
On the stage of Madison Square Garden, it is simple and generous. In the darkness, there are no extra stage decorations and no complicated background effects. Even the lights are reduced to simplicity, with only a creamy yellow halo. In the thick darkness, shining rays of light were emitted, and all the scenes on the stage were outlined——
A drum set, a black grand piano, a cello, three guitars, and a microphone stand. That's it.
On the huge stage, Lan Li stood alone in the center, with an acoustic guitar on his back, standing in front of the microphone stand, with his head lowered and silent. The lazy lights fell down, dragging the figure on the ground to the old elders, drawing out a touch of loneliness and loneliness, lingering in the silence.
"What's the matter? It's already past eight to eight, and Lanly has been standing on the stage for a full eight minutes, but he doesn't sing a song or say a word. What kind of concert is this? Could it be that we Just stand here in silence? This is not a protest or demonstration. Anyway, give a little hint."
There was a murmur of sound in the ear, and the low voice of discussion was not noisy, but it was always buzzing and lingering.
William Taylor exchanged sights with the friends around him. Graham Hughes, Hope Baez, Tessa Breden and others all surrounded them, and everyone shook their heads slightly. He signaled William to ignore, but William endured and endured, after all, he did not hold back, "Shh!" motioned them to be quiet, and then whispered, "This is a concert for one person, and Lanly is waiting for the appointment of the person. ."
Tonight’s concert is really special.
There is no countdown, no warm-up guests, or even a preview. The audience does not know when to cheer, when to be excited, and when to scream. The rhythm of the entire concert is confusing, even before the concert begins. The whole audience turned off the lights and then turned on the lights again. This link was directly omitted. When the time came, Lan Li carried an acoustic guitar on his back, walked onto the stage and appeared in front of everyone.
A navy blue shirt, a pair of black jeans, and a pair of black skate shoes. So simple, so simple, so low-key, to complete the stage, people can't help but be full of question marks: Is this, sure it is a concert?
The audience looked at each other, some applauded, some screamed, some were confused, and the sparse support was uneven and looked very shabby; but gradually, all the responses came together to form a wave. The audience tried to use the most enthusiastic, The most turbulent and surging way is to express support for Lan Li's debut.
This concert is too special and too unique. It is burdened with countless controversies and doubts, but also faces countless criticisms and attacks. Even the audience who bought tickets are not all supporters, and The existence of doubters and challengers.
Therefore, this wave is the most direct and powerful support. It lasted three minutes in a mighty and vigorous manner, and the entire garden became a surging ocean.
But, gradually, gradually, this support subsided. Because Lan Li didn't incite the atmosphere, he didn't start singing, and he didn't even respond, so he stood quietly in the middle of the stage. Confusion and incomprehension began to spread among the audience. People looked at each other, but couldn't find an answer.
In the dimness, William greeted those puzzled eyes, "Did you not listen to the album Don Quixote? Didn’t you understand the meaning of this concert? Just calm down, this is not a show. Casual concert."
"Dog/shit!" Someone said disdainfully, and then mumbled something like "bitch" and "hype", but this time, William didn't argue too much, but showed up to his friends He smiled and signaled them to rest assured that he would not be impulsive. Those doubts will never disappear, but they will become their driving force for continuous progress.
Lifting his head, facing the light, looking at Lan Li bathed in the light, William's mood was calmer than ever before, and he joined the waiting queue of the audience. It's like waiting for Godot.
Unconsciously, the noisy and chaotic emotions gradually settled, and finally disappeared completely. There was no sound, and there was silence, like a deep and vast sea, but a storm was brewing under the calm surface.
...
When entering Madison Square Garden, Heather opened his mouth involuntarily. This venue is really too big, like a vast starry sky, endless, magnificent and majestic. In an instant, he felt his own insignificance, as if one in the universe. Dust; then, Heather saw the full seats.
Looking around for a week~www.novelhall.com~ Every seat in sight is full, no space is left, the dense crowd is so turbulent, so lively, so powerful, a strong hot air is surging The brain crashed instantly.
Can't believe it, can't believe it.
The entire Madison Square Garden, with a total of 20,000 spectator seats, was miraculously sold out after only two days of publicity. Even the most daring and craziest prophet did not dare to easily affirm such a scene. The grand occasion of that empty seat was like a torrent, rushing across the chest, taking away his breath in an instant, and froze in astonishment and amazement.
What is even more incredible is that 20,000 spectators gathered in a bustling crowd, but there was no trivial sound in the audience. The surging silence spread in the space, and everyone silently looked up at the one on the stage. The figure-the figure so small but so tall.
Heather is no exception, looking up in a daze. Everything is the same as she imagined. The spacious and grand stage, simple and simple layout, just a figure, is enough to fill every corner of the line of sight, everything is about music, and only about music. Close your eyes and you can touch the weight of the soul.
Unprepared, tears warmed his eyes.
The pitch-black night came down early, and the whole city was enveloped in the heavy night. The violent cold wind kept whining in the ears, and the rice and snowflakes mixed in it made the cheeks hurt. Outdoors, this requires great courage.New York in February, unscrupulously displayed its violent and rudeness, and refused to be friendly.Derek Cross looked at the snow outside the car window and the dark night, with worry written on his face, turned his head, frowned and looked at his daughter, "Heather, are you sure?"Heather spread his hands awkwardly and rolled his eyes, "Dad, are you serious? After you have done this to me, you are actually asking me now, am I sure?" That ruthless spit The pattern seems to have recovered her original appearance again, but with vague words and weak tone, but she can't find her original appearance again.At this time, Heather was dressed like a mummy, three layers inside and three layers outside, wrapped tightly, even his cheeks were wrapped in a big red scarf, only a pair of eyes were exposed. Heather believed that they would even bring her a pair of ski goggles if necessary.Now, Heather's limbs are like a fitness madman who over-exercises muscles, he can only support it in embarrassment, and he can't even do simple movements such as bending his arms.Although she was in a heavy mood, Ellie couldn't help but twitched the corners of her mouth, and she couldn't help but laugh, especially after Heather moved her eyes and glanced silently at her mother. Allie chuckled directlyliterally, Heather only had eyeballs to move now.Seeing his mother who could not help but laugh, Heather complained depressedly, "Please..."However, the following words were vague in the saliva. Although she was able to wake up successfully, she still hasn't fully recovered her speaking function. It is extremely difficult to express a sentence. Even if she slowly bites the words one by one, she is inevitably ambiguous.Heather did not give up. After swallowing hard, he said again, "We are going to be late. He has kept the promise, and I will also abide by mine." Simple words, without beginning and ending, are indisputable.Allie and Derek exchanged glances.When Heather did not wake up, they expected that Renly's concert would make Heather sober; when Heather really woke up, they also expected that Heather could stay in the ward safely.Are they too greedy?"Mom, we are late." Heather couldn't help reminding again. In order to be able to ensure that everything is safe and correct, they are already late for departure. Now there are only less than five minutes left before eight o'clock, and being late is inevitable. However, Heather still didn't want to miss it."Then let's go and we can't delay anymore." Derek made up his mind and said, and then saw his wife's stunned look. He smiled, "A promise is a promise. We've already said it." Derek insisted. Nodding, reconfirmed his decision.Ai Li's expression was a little struggling, but in the end she showed a smile, "Then, we'd better speed up, otherwise, it would be a shame to miss the excitement of the opening."The princess Derek held up Heather while Ellie walked around to the trunk and took out the wheelchair. The two couples trot all the way and rushed to Madison Square Garden in New York. The medical staff can be seen from a distance. They were greeted, escorted them into the eaves protection area, and then helped a family of three pass the ticket gate.Derek carefully placed Heather on the wheelchair and let out a long breath, "How about, are we late?" Then he took out the concert ticket from his pocket neatly. This is Nathan himself this afternoon. Those who were sent to the hospital were also the only three reserved tickets for "One Man's Concert.""No. The concert has not started yet." Kelly Barton, a nurse at Mount Sinai Hospital, met Derek's gaze with a smile, and then looked at Heather. "A concert for one person, this person has not yet been there. , How can the concert start?""What?" Heather's eyes widened, full of excitement and enthusiasm, but she couldn't express it. She just uttered a series of meaningless syllables. She raised her head and looked at her mother expectantly.Allie understood her meaning at once and nodded again and again, "Let's go in now."...On the stage of Madison Square Garden, it is simple and generous. In the darkness, there are no extra stage decorations and no complicated background effects. Even the lights are reduced to simplicity, with only a creamy yellow halo. In the thick darkness, shining rays of light were emitted, and all the scenes on the stage were outlinedA drum set, a black grand piano, a cello, three guitars, and a microphone stand. That's it.On the huge stage, Lan Li stood alone in the center, with an acoustic guitar on his back, standing in front of the microphone stand, with his head lowered and silent. The lazy lights fell down, dragging the figure on the ground to the old elders, drawing out a touch of loneliness and loneliness, lingering in the silence."What's the matter? It's already past eight to eight, and Lanly has been standing on the stage for a full eight minutes, but he doesn't sing a song or say a word. What kind of concert is this? Could it be that we Just stand here in silence? This is not a protest or demonstration. Anyway, give a little hint."There was a murmur of sound in the ear, and the low voice of discussion was not noisy, but it was always buzzing and lingering.William Taylor exchanged sights with the friends around him. Graham Hughes, Hope Baez, Tessa Breden and others all surrounded them, and everyone shook their heads slightly. He signaled William to ignore, but William endured and endured, after all, he did not hold back, "Shh!" motioned them to be quiet, and then whispered, "This is a concert for one person, and Lanly is waiting for the appointment of the person. ."Tonight's concert is really special.There is no countdown, no warm-up guests, or even a preview. The audience does not know when to cheer, when to be excited, and when to scream. The rhythm of the entire concert is confusing, even before the concert begins. The whole audience turned off the lights and then turned on the lights again. This link was directly omitted. When the time came, Lan Li carried an acoustic guitar on his back, walked onto the stage and appeared in front of everyone.A navy blue shirt, a pair of black jeans, and a pair of black skate shoes. So simple, so simple, so low-key, to complete the stage, people can't help but be full of question marks: Is this, sure it is a concert?The audience looked at each other, some applauded, some screamed, some were confused, and the sparse support was uneven and looked very shabby; but gradually, all the responses came together to form a wave. The audience tried to use the most enthusiastic, The most turbulent and surging way is to express support for Lan Li's debut.This concert is too special and too unique. It is burdened with countless controversies and doubts, but also faces countless criticisms and attacks. Even the audience who bought tickets are not all supporters, and The existence of doubters and challengers.Therefore, this wave is the most direct and powerful support. It lasted three minutes in a mighty and vigorous manner, and the entire garden became a surging ocean.But, gradually, gradually, this support subsided. Because Lan Li didn't incite the atmosphere, he didn't start singing, and he didn't even respond, so he stood quietly in the middle of the stage. Confusion and incomprehension began to spread among the audience. People looked at each other, but couldn't find an answer.In the dimness, William greeted those puzzled eyes, "Did you not listen to the album Don Quixote? Didn't you understand the meaning of this concert? Just calm down, this is not a show. Casual concert.""Dog/shit!" Someone said disdainfully, and then mumbled something like "bitch" and "hype", but this time, William didn't argue too much, but showed up to his friends He smiled and signaled them to rest assured that he would not be impulsive. Those doubts will never disappear, but they will become their driving force for continuous progress.Lifting his head, facing the light, looking at Lan Li bathed in the light, William's mood was calmer than ever before, and he joined the waiting queue of the audience. It's like waiting for Godot.Unconsciously, the noisy and chaotic emotions gradually settled, and finally disappeared completely. There was no sound, and there was silence, like a deep and vast sea, but a storm was brewing under the calm surface....When entering Madison Square Garden, Heather opened his mouth involuntarily. This venue is really too big, like a vast starry sky, endless, magnificent and majestic. In an instant, he felt his own insignificance, as if one in the universe. Dust; then, Heather saw the full seats.Looking around for a week~www.novelhall.com~ Every seat in sight is full, no space is left, the dense crowd is so turbulent, so lively, so powerful, a strong hot air is surging The brain crashed instantly.Can't believe it, can't believe it.The entire Madison Square Garden, with a total of 20,000 spectator seats, was miraculously sold out after only two days of publicity. Even the most daring and craziest prophet did not dare to easily affirm such a scene. The grand occasion of that empty seat was like a torrent, rushing across the chest, taking away his breath in an instant, and froze in astonishment and amazement.What is even more incredible is that 20,000 spectators gathered in a bustling crowd, but there was no trivial sound in the audience. The surging silence spread in the space, and everyone silently looked up at the one on the stage. The figure-the figure so small but so tall.Heather is no exception, looking up in a daze. Everything is the same as she imagined. The spacious and grand stage, simple and simple layout, just a figure, is enough to fill every corner of the line of sight, everything is about music, and only about music. Close your eyes and you can touch the weight of the soul.Unprepared, tears warmed his eyes.
