Chapter 1189 Wait quietly
Quiet, soothing, and ethereal, as if countless fireflies were flying up and down in the invisible dark night. The light of the stars outlined the shape of the night. All the hustle and bustle, all the noise, and all the annoyance were quietly blended into the darkness, and my thoughts were reflected in the fluorescent light. The dizziness slowly spread.
The guitar strings, so clear, so clean, so translucent, vibrated unhurriedly in the slender and wide palms, humming the melody.
On the streets of New York, there is a lot of noise from cars coming and going, the sound of engines coming and going, the roar of the subway roaring angrily under your feet, the sounds of people talking on the phone inadvertently as they pass by in a hurry, and the sounds of people swearing at intersections. The homeless man was arguing with passers-by.
In such a hustle and bustle, even daily conversations on the street need to be raised an octave and unfolded in a quarrelsome manner before they can express themselves clearly. This is true in "Sniper Phone Booth" and the same is true in "Uncut Gems".
However, it is precisely because of this that the clear current becomes more and more prominent.
Like a ray of golden sunshine, it breaks through the hustle and bustle and falls through the fog, illuminating a small corner of the city lonely and lonely.
Involuntarily, sparse sights gathered.
In his eyes, the figure seemed not to notice the surging noise, and just sat quietly in his corner, concentrating on it.
There is no singing, no singing, just the melody played by the guitar, and the gentle sunshine shines on the surface of the quiet Mediterranean Sea, creating little halos.
That melody caught the ears, and the complex and turbulent emotions slowly sank to the bottom of the sea.
There are obviously no lyrics or singing, just pure guitar playing, but you can taste the sadness and loneliness hidden in it. The world has quieted down silently, and the noise and roar are still surging, but the soul seems to have found a place in the busy city. 's habitat.
Gently, gently, let your thoughts sway slowly in the waves.
In a trance, it seems like I have returned to the movie "Elephant" again, following the footsteps of "Anson" wandering around the campus with nothing to do. The confusion and confusion of youth, the depression and depression of life are frustrating, and inadvertently He showed some vulnerability but hurriedly concealed it.
Like a footless bird, flying in the wind, sleeping in the wind, never and dare not stop, because the moment it lands is the end of life.
Then, the breeze brought a gentle chant, humming softly amidst the sound of the gurgling stream.
"When nightmares come, remember to stay awake. Baby close your eyes and I will bear the weight. If you are ready to speak, I will restrain myself and turn into a song (Be-The-Song), just a song." (Note 1 )
So light and gentle, the breeze blows on my face, just like the sunshine in the early summer morning, slowly falling down, I can't help but raise my chin slightly, close my eyes, and wander in it; but it still stings the wound inadvertently, that thin sharp point The sharp and shallow pain made the eyes slightly moist.
But why?
It took me a moment to realize that it was not tearing, but healing——
It turns out that when a wound heals, it will also hurt.
In an instant, he cut off his breath and just stood there, motionless.
"The scars deep in my heart are exposed on my cheeks. The darkness is quietly hidden. In the hidden corners of my senses, I will not speak. I will restrain myself and turn into a song, just a song."
Some times are so heavy and dark, scarred and exhausted. At this time, even if it is just a "come on", even if it is just a "everything will be fine", even if it is just a "keep on holding on and see", it may become A burden, because real life is not a movie, and we cannot be like the protagonists of the movie, who can turn around the situation by just cheering.
In the endless darkness, just continuing to persist requires all your energy and energy.
Therefore, he will not say come on, he will not say persist, he will not say any chicken soup for the soul, nor will he say any great truths. He will not even let the other party know that he has been silently guarding and accompanying him, and the other party will not know. It doesn't matter, he will always stand behind, pray silently, turn into melody, and flow quietly. Until one day, when he finally gets through the most difficult and dark time, and finally regains the strength to look up again, he will appear in front.
Keep guarding with a smile and a hug.
Then, move forward side by side.
Actions are always more powerful than words; melody has the power to break down barriers and infect the soul.
Thousands of words, noisy words, messy and turbulent thoughts can't find an accurate expression, even the comfort of chicken soup for the soul seems pale and feeble.
Therefore, Anson composed music with his heart and lyrics with his soul, sat quietly in the corner, hummed softly, and prayed silently, so that those who heard some fragments of the melody could get a moment of peace.
There is no surging passion, no blood boiling, no high notes and no peaks, but in the implicitness of the eloquent words, it has gone through thousands of sails and returned to its original nature.
"Turbulence flows between the peaks in my heart. My dear, you have occupied every corner of the canyon."
"Turbulence flows between the peaks in my heart. My dear, you have occupied every corner of the canyon."
Close your eyes and take a deep breath, filled with pain.
Lucas was very embarrassed.
He didn't believe that all Anson's childhood memories had disappeared. Even if Anson was telling the truth and he couldn't remember anything, those scars always existed, like a nightmare, deeply rooted in the depths of his soul.
He couldn't imagine how much pain Anson had gone through, so much so that he refused to touch that memory and completely erased it subconsciously, as if it had never happened; but the cruelty of reality is that things happened, the damage was caused, and then, his brother It will never be the same again.
The world is so peaceful, yet so turbulent. The scarred self deep in the soul is running wildly, trying to escape from the darkness. The clear and gentle melody turns into a powerful force, pushing the body to run faster and faster. Running faster and faster, it seems that I can finally touch the dawn.
The singing did not continue, only the guitar strings were gently plucked, like the waves, gently lapping, healing the wound.
Unknowingly, the entrance to the Angelica Film Center became completely quiet. All the standing and sitting figures paused and looked over along with the melody. They found a place to rest for a moment in the hustle and bustle of Manhattan, letting go of the chaos. Give your thoughts room to breathe.
Inexplicably, his eyes were slightly warm, but he looked particularly embarrassed. He hurriedly wiped the corners of his eyes and showed a big smile, trying to hide himself.
The point is, even I don’t know where these tears come from.
After hurriedly wiping it clean, I continued to look at the sound of playing the guitar. The wound deep in my heart gently pulled, and the slight sting dragged my soul away from numbness and stiffness, and I felt the pulse of life again, like a long After a breathless dive, he finally surfaced.
The desire for life is awakening in the blood.
Then, his eyes became warm again, but this time, he didn't raise his hand to wipe them, but watched the scene through tears, and the corners of his mouth fully bloomed.
Note 1: Turn into melody (Be-The-Song——Foy-Vance)
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