Chapter 231: Touching the Heartstrings
Anson, appears.
The cello is extremely crowded. There are three people playing one instrument, but they did not expect that a fourth person would join in. The handsome figure of Yushu Linfeng easily caught the eye, and the stunned faces were completely Unable to close his mouth, he stared blankly at Anson's joining.
Unexpectedly, Anson squatted down in front of the cello and started beating the drum using the cello's panel and side panels -
Crack. Snap.
Boom. Boom boom.
The priorities are sometimes crisp and sometimes turbid, sometimes light and sometimes jumping, like a clear spring flying up and down among the three levels of string sounds, the notes are dancing, a graceful and magical scene is like this in the New York steel forest. The city center is spread out, magnificent and magnificent.
Incredible!
Exclaims, admiration, and astonishment surged gently in the crowd, and then all the sounds were stuck in their throats, staring at the scene in front of them with dumbfounded eyes.
The hustle and bustle of traffic seemed to have become a natural background, complementing the performance in front of me, and finally evolved into the fifth band member.
Blair felt his soul tremble and was completely stunned when he looked at Anson's figure.
In just four eight beats, Anson stood up, finished the drum beat, turned back behind the snare drum, and picked up the acoustic guitar on his back.
Then Connor.
Finally there is Lily.
One after another, the melody levels return to simplicity little by little. At the end, only a cello is left after all the glory has been washed away.
Miles sat quietly, his eyes focused and immersed, his heart and soul falling into the melody bit by bit, resonating with the cello. The usually low and soothing cello strings actually gave rise to a feeling of loneliness and loneliness at this time. Bitter, standing alone in the center of the world and playing.
No one thought that the cello had such charm.
Even in symphony orchestras, the cello seems to always be ignored and forgotten. Because of the bass, it has always been in a supporting position. Playing alone is also a bit monotonous, and it is difficult to feel the layers of melody and emotion. .
However, in front of me, relying solely on a cello, it firmly grasped the attention during the ninety-second performance, which was mesmerizing.
Myers’ bow became slower and slower, and a touch of sadness gurgled in the lonely strings, spreading out. The busy street seemed to quietly evolve into a hidden corner, and only they were singing— —
No one listens.
The power of emotion is majestic and abundant, rushing towards you.
The entire audience was silent, and in the stunned silence, one could clearly see the thoughts surging in his eyes.
Until the end of the string sound, a short rest, and then——
Ding.
The crisp and bright guitar strings are gently plucked, like clear water droplets falling onto the dark blue glacier, and the cold air is gently rippled.
The heartstrings move.
Looking towards the direction of the sound, it was Connor.
Connor held the guitar and stood quietly next to Miles. He stared at his guitar intently and affectionately, showing a touch of attachment. Those reluctances, sorrows and loneliness turned into a smile. , raised slightly at the corners of his mouth, and his slender fingertips flew up and down between the strings.
Clear, bright, long and distant.
There was just a guitar, and then, the singing sound came to my face like a ray of breeze passing through the valley, and my heart skipped a beat involuntarily.
As soon as I turned my head, I saw Anson.
A guitar, a voice, singing quietly, as if no one is listening, as if no one is appreciating, as if standing at the end of the world.
“Crossing the darkness, looking for my direction, following the guidance of a beating heart, I have no way of knowing the end of this journey, but I clearly remember the starting point where everything began.” (Note 1)
Boundless, vast, vast, without any tricks or fancy, Anson’s voice is wrapped around the guitar strings, everything returns to its most original state, without any embellishment or decoration, but it releases all the emotions between the lines, and the noise of the whole world is completely settle down.
Get rid of the complexity, fade away the confusion, and show your own voice nakedly, those fragile, embarrassed, and confused, without reservation.
The Anson in front of him seemed to be standing in the boundless darkness, at a loss. The overwhelming turbulence and majesty almost crushed his shoulders. Those sorrows were never spoken out, but they scarred the soul. Tired and dripping with blood, he closed his eyes and listened to the direction guided by his heart. Then.
The corners of the mouth were raised slightly. It was not the tears that made her look sad. The bitterness behind the smile was the sadness and loneliness that really made her heart shrink.
Staggering and fragmented.
But Anson's eyes were still clear.
“Hey, they say I’m young and ignorant, they say I’m wishful thinking, and if I’m still awake, my life will slip through my fingertips.”
“But I don’t care.”
Myers stared at Anson, the memories of the past two years were surging in his mind, bitter and sweet, sad but happy, unbearable sighs came to his heart, the bow fell on the strings again, and the voice slowly matched Anson's. Pull it, and the melodious and long string sound dances in the darkness.
“Wake me up when I reach the end. When I am wiser and older, I have been searching for myself hard, but I have never realized that I am lost.”
The clearness of the guitar and the deepness of the cello blend together perfectly, resonating uncannily and dancing with Anson's voice.
The simplest strings. The simplest singing.
But this is enough.
Lily's eyes could not help but feel warm. At this moment, they were still standing on the streets of New York, but she no longer cared about the number of onlookers, nor whether their voices could be heard. She just wants to enjoy this moment and enjoy the happiness and fun that music brings.
Indeed, dreams cannot support life, dreams cannot fill the stomach, and dreams cannot pay the rent.
However, dreams make life bearable.
If there is no dream, they are just zombies, living in a mediocre way, never and dare not explore the truth of their souls.
Anson said he didn't care.
It doesn't matter even if he wastes time and life, it doesn't matter even if he is young and ignorant, even if he has wishful thinking, he just wants to firmly grasp this moment, embrace himself, embrace his dreams, and embrace the splendor and heat of life.
Even if they choose to give up in the end and return to mediocrity and daily life, at least they have burned.
Taking a deep breath, Lily also regained her smile.
"Wake me up when I reach the end, when I am wiser and older..."
A high note, beautifully stopped and continued high, is a whisper and a kind of declaration.
“I have been struggling to find myself...”
Then, paused.
Anson's bright eyes lifted up, looked at Lily, looked at Connor, and finally fell on Miles. The song fell into the silent nothingness again, like a murmur to himself.
“But I never realized that I was lost.”
The ending sound is melodious, with a hint of bitterness lingering in the air.
Blair did not realize at all that she had burst into tears. She tried her best to suppress them but could not help but burst into tears. She stood in the surging crowd, but she was so lonely. There were only herself and herself in the whole world. The four people in front of them only have themselves and a melody floating in their ears.
They are all fools, a group of fools who believe in their dreams.
However.
At this moment, the smile on Anson’s lips rose, like the scorching sun in midsummer in June, and he shouted loudly, “Eyah!”
Note 1: Wake-me-up— —Avicii (hoppipolla-version)]
Second update.
(End of this chapter)