Chapter 431: Wash away all the brilliance
Blair stared at Anson quietly, quietly——
Falling down bit by bit.
That voice is like warm ice, shining brightly and translucently. After approaching cautiously, you can find that there are many scars hidden under the cold and cold appearance, so fragile and so vicissitudes of life, but still, No compromise, no surrender, still singing with all the heart.
So calm, yet so surging.
So bright, yet so fragile.
A vast and surging sadness swallowed up Blair.
My vision was blurred in the blink of an eye.
However, Blair did not wipe his eyes, and just let the tears fall, staring at Anson intently, letting his thoughts spread freely in the melody.
Anson is smiling, with bright eyes and a smile with head held high, showing the tenacity and strength to face all wind and rain calmly, and slowly depicting the scene of ordinary life——
"Having a stable job that supports my family, maybe I'll buy some new strings, maybe we'll go out and spend the weekend together." (Note 1)
No need to be a hero, no need to When you become a big shot, you can still find trivial happiness in simple and ordinary daily life.
In fact, happiness is often not grand and grand, it is precisely the daily life that is within reach, quietly making every moment more fulfilling.
They are always searching hard, and they lose their way inadvertently as they walk. They can't find happiness, themselves, or the way back; but they are washing away their lead, When the lights dimmed, I realized that happiness is always at hand, within reach, I just need to hold my fingertips.
Then.
Anson looked at Lily, who hummed a low part and joined Anson in singing together.
"We can whisper..."
Lily's fingertips have been placed on the black and white keys, ready, but she is not playing. She stops and listens to Anson's words alone. With.
"Telling the secrets of the American dream, babies need to be protected, but I'm a baby like everyone else."
Cut in, Bass.
Keyboard, haunting.
The performance slowly joined in, but not much, just a few notes scattered here and there, like starlight, walking through Anson's calm and confiding singing.
Incredibly, the low strings of the bass completely supported the weight of Anson's singing. The relief in the vicissitudes of life, the sigh in the hesitation, and the sadness in the heat, turned into a breeze, slowly lingering around Anson.
“So, let me go.”
“I don’t want to be your hero, I don’t want to be a big shot, I just want to live a serious life like an ordinary person.”
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Anson turned to look at Miles——
A glance crossed.
Miles understood, not only Anson's signal, but also the confusion in Anson's eyes.
They think that they are the only ones who have experienced ups and downs, are the only ones who are scarred, and the only ones who are standing outside the door of their dreams; but in fact, Anson is the same.
What he longs for is not success or fame, but a truly fulfilling and happy life, and seizing every day in a down-to-earth manner.
Miles knew it, he knew it all too well.
So what if I could step onto the stage of Carnegie Hall as a cellist?
He is not happy.
In the eyes of others, it is a dream opportunity and a sign of success. Anyone with a little bit of rationality knows how to choose. He should stand on the stage of Carnegie Hall and follow the steps He put on a mask and spent the rest of his life pretending to be a stranger he didn't know; but he didn't want to.
He wants to stand on the stage with Anson and Lily Connor. It doesn't matter even if it's just on the street. It doesn't matter even if he just barely makes a living. It doesn't matter even if he still fails in the end and turns around and leaves in despair. Relationship——
The preciousness of a dream is not because it can be seen, but because the journey of chasing the dream truly interprets the meaning of life. A smile crept into the corner of Miles' eyes, and he pulled the bow again -
The melodious and graceful cello strings sounded.
The two low-frequency string sounds of cello and bass are intertwined again.
According to the traditional concept, cello and bass are naturally incompatible. The two instruments are so similar yet so different. The melodies they play are often difficult to match, and may even devour each other and cannibalize each other's texture. , and finally evolved into a dumb gun.
It's not terrible, just... mediocre.
However, this is not the case in front of me.
Connor looked at Miles, and Miles looked at Connor. The eyes intertwined, and the low and gentle strings lingered and entangled with each other. The matching of frequencies collided to create a subtle vibration. It perfectly brought out the coolness and color in Anson's singing, and the world suddenly became quiet.
Involuntarily, I became completely quiet and listened to Anson's singing. The simplicity and simplicity of the song hit hard at the softness of the soul.
“I don’t want to be a part of the show off at your masquerade party.”
Uncontrollably, Miles's heart trembled slightly:
Even if that dance was gorgeous, grand and prosperous, it was not their dance; even if those were successful, no matter how grand, beautiful and brilliant, After all, it is not their life.
Even if he is walking alone, even if he is bruised and bruised, even if no one knows about it, he still wants to move on and bravely chase an illusory dream in his life.
Wrist, so affectionate and intoxicating, the melody flying on the strings carries the temperature and power of the soul.
Look at Connor.
The smiles on the corners of the two people's mouths both rose. In such a short moment, they seemed to know each other again.
Happiness surges out from the bottom of my heart like this.
Then, Miles looked at Lily again, and finally his eyes fell on Anson. Even he could realize that a smile bloomed at the corner of his mouth——
Keyboard. Bass. Cello. Guitar.
All the different instruments are played, the notes collide together, intertwined and reflect each other, the different textures naturally blend together to produce a chemical reaction, evolving into a pure and gorgeous magnificence, under the pull of Anson’s singing Below, step by step towards the climax.
"Everyone should have the opportunity to grow alone."
A pause.
The performance came to a rest. In the short silence, the four people's eyes collided in the air, and they invariably caught traces of tears in each other's eyes, but their smiles bloomed perfectly.
This is the charm of performance.
Temporarily forget the existence of the audience, temporarily forget the worry of making mistakes, focus 100% on the instrument, carefully place your soul fragments on the instrument, and present the emotional temperature and color between performances, through The melody feels the slight trembling of each other's souls.
A kind of communication, a kind of collision, and also a kind of response.
My heart trembled slightly, happiness jumped from the soles of my feet to the top of my head, and my blood burned fiercely.
Until——
Miscellaneous.
Connor, the first one to pluck the bass strings.
Then.
Instruments, full play.
In the front, there was always the accompaniment, which did not take away Anson's style. It was not until this moment that the real firepower was fully unleashed. Finally, the unique charm of the band in front of you was finally fully displayed and shined again.
Note 1: Hero——Family-of-the-year
(End of this chapter)