Chapter 851 A Bad Day
Camila-Slater hurriedly left the subway station. She had just had a bad day:
In the morning, her father called and said that he I went to the hospital because I couldn't see clearly, and a tumor was found in my head. It's not yet clear whether it is benign or malignant. I need to wait for further examination. He said he was a little scared now.
At lunch, she caught her boyfriend kissing her best friend intimately. She not only lost love but also lost friendship. This made her start to question herself. Did she make a mistake? Or maybe you are not good enough, so you let love and friendship betray you?
In the afternoon, because she was distracted, she made two mistakes at work, and then spent three hours making up for her mistakes. Although she did not make a big mistake in the end and recovered the loss in time, she was not responsible for herself. I was extremely disappointed with my responsibility and had a quarrel with my immediate supervisor.
She doesn't like herself.
Everyone seems to have those days when they hate themselves for no reason and without warning, and begin to doubt life.
Today is one of those days.
She needed some breathing space, left the office, and walked aimlessly through the city, trying to find some light in the tired and insensitive daily life of adults.
However, it is not easy. There are thousands of zombie-like adults living in the city. Everywhere you look, they are all wounded souls.
Even in Paris.
But.
Camilla's footsteps paused, and she found that her mind was always thinking about the street performance in the subway station just now. Those melodies, smiles, and youthful vitality lingered in her heart.
Until a few hundred meters away from the subway station, she still couldn't help humming along; when she closed her eyes, those images became clear again.
Originally, she thought it was just a random street performance at the subway station. After a brief stop, she hurriedly left and continued her life.
But now, Camilla discovered that those short ten minutes just now were perhaps the only ten happy ten minutes she had in the whole day. Temporarily forgetting her worries, temporarily forgetting her pain, temporarily forgetting the endless and dim world in life, not only Put on a smile and can't help but dance to the music.
He lowered his head and dug out the record from the canvas bag. Camilla looked at it carefully, but finally couldn't hold it back and turned around and walked back like a man possessed.
Honestly, Camila doesn’t know what she is going to do when she goes back, is she asking for an autograph? Or enjoy a street concert in the subway station passage?
However, she just wanted to go back.
An impulse, and Camilla obeyed this impulse.
The hurried footsteps got faster and faster, and finally started jogging all the way. Just as he was about to turn into the subway station, his footsteps stopped at the exit of the subway station. He turned to look at the bustle at the door of the corner coffee shop, and he didn't have time to take a closer look. Looking at it, my heart has already felt it in advance.
Simple, rustic, pure, everything is about music and only about music.
At a glance, you can see the smile on the corner of the mouth and the cheerfulness of the eyebrows. The happiness blooming from the inside out jumps and dances lightly between the notes.
“I tried to do the right thing. Hoot!”
“I’ve been living a lonely life. Hey!”
"I always sleep on the side of the bed. Roar!"
This is a bit strange.
The lead singer of the band sings softly, while the other three members are responsible for shouting slogans, which are the simplest syllables, a "ho" and a "hey", running up and down in the melody. Although the live instruments are extremely rudimentary, Very, very simple, but their shouts became part of the performance like a cappella -
The songs were slightly aged, as if they were wandering.
Shouts, surging passion, echoing in the valleys and Gobi.
The magnificence and impermanence of life, the ups and downs of life, just quietly spread on the tip of the tongue.
"I've been sleeping on my bed. Hey!"
"I've been sleeping on my bed. Hoo! Hey!"
Those solitudes, those Loneliness, those dazes...are revealed inadvertently, but they are neither turbulent nor ostentatious, but instead carry a bit of lightness and calmness.
Involuntarily, Camilla stepped forward, as if being attracted by a black hole, getting closer little by little, standing opposite the coffee house, watching this scene quietly, her eyes greedily and longingly watching the scene. The smiles and brightness on each cheek——
Sad but not sad, bitter but not astringent.
Maybe I am lonely, maybe lonely, maybe painful, but I never lose hope.
Plop, plop.
Camila's heart beat according to the beat, and every cell in her body could feel the grace and lightness of the melody, unable to extricate herself. Before, the band's performance in the subway station easily caught her ears; but now, those melodies and notes caught her heart.
"Ho! Ho! Hey!"
"So tell me what family is? I am willing to exchange all my bloodlines. I don't know where I belong. I don't know what I did wrong..."
Camilla has fallen.
Although the clouds are light and the wind is gentle, although it is free and easy, and naturally reveals a wandering and unrestrained style; the vicissitudes of life in the melody and singing still hit the heart.
That's her. That's her. Her confusion and confusion, her fear and sadness, her hesitation and helplessness almost left her breathless.
So, what’s the answer?
“But I can create this song.”
After a pause, Anson raised his head and looked at the band members.
Lily stood up, Miles stood up, and Connor stood up too. They all paused their playing, raised their hands, and beat the beat.
Pa bang bang. Snap, snap, snap.
Only Anson is still sitting there, with his fingertips flying up and down between the strings, so cheerful and excited, the clear melody rushing down like a stream and spring water, the tinkling sound passing through the rays of sunshine, and opening his arms to hug him The whole world is green and warm.
The sunset falls lazily on the surface of the skin, slightly hot, and the heart and body seem to be slowly melting in the sunshine.
Even if you are lonely, you must sing.
Even if you are sad, dance.
Because the pace of life will never stop. forever.
"I belong to you. You belong to me. You are my sweetheart."
"I belong to you. You belong to me. You are my honey."
Light, cheerful, graceful Dance.
A smile blooms in the dusk.
“Ho! Hey!”
"Ho! Hey!"
Lily is laughing. Connor and Miles were laughing too.
When their eyes collided, they were all smiles, clapping their hands and high-fiving, jumping happily to the rhythm, and before they realized it, they had already started dancing.
There was no rehearsal, no agreement, just improvisation. Connor was the first to stand up, dancing the most basic dance steps to the simplest beat -
slightly clumsy.
But the wonderful thing is that every step of Connor's steps is exactly on the beat, and the footsteps and applause fit together and become another kind of performance.
Lily and Miles stood nearby laughing.
Then, Connor extended the invitation.
Miles shook his head repeatedly with disgust on his face, but Lily didn't mind. She joined Connor and started to whip around on one leg like a ballerina.
Of course, it’s not professional or exciting.
However, Lily's fluttering skirt bloomed proudly under the dusk, and the gorgeous light fell under the skirt, flowing like a gurgling stream.
It has nothing to do with anyone else, it’s just a carnival between the four young people.
(End of this chapter)