Heather's fingers are still not very flexible, and the fingertips that press the strings seem to be unable to exert force, especially the little finger, which is always easy to slide the strings, which also makes the melody unable to follow the plan of the score, but she is not the slightest irritable , practicing intently, as if preparing for a world-class concert.
The sun near noon was a bit dazzling, scorching hot, and draped softly on her shoulders, and her awkward and stiff fingers glowed brightly. The blow of fate, the body glowed with vitality, and people couldn't take their eyes off.
The fragmented melody came intermittently, and Heather tried to hum along with the musical symbols, but because the melody was not coherent, the singing was also a little loose, "So we have arrived, a lonely place that we can't go back to..." Heather's voice was tender While young, there is the crispness and vigor of a first-time cry, and the sadness floating in the music is slowly filling, "You are the face that made me go through fire and water, and this is the name that the children will inherit..."
The song only had time to sing halfway, and then it broke again. Heather still did not give up, adjusted his gestures, and continued to play, "Forging charm, forging crowns."
It's "the beast".
It was the song "The Beast" he composed last time at Mount Sinai Hospital, but what really shocked Renly was that Heather was able to figure out how to play it again after just listening to him play it once. This is a kind of talent. For the talent of music sense and music theory, it is natural to be able to recognize the talent of melody.
This was the first time Renly had discovered the other side of Heather. He was a little surprised, but more of a surprise.
Just halfway through playing, Heather's fingers were already sore, and she began to refuse to obey. She shook her palm vigorously, trying to regain control of herself, a trace of annoyance and irritability appeared between her brows.
Renly could read the trace of agitation—he wanted to work hard, but couldn't; he wanted to fight, but couldn't get a response; he wanted to fight, but he was powerless.
That deep sense of powerlessness makes people angry and wants to destroy the whole world; but it is even more helpless, because they are completely helpless. In Heather's body, Renly saw himself, who had been so eager to get rid of the shackles of the hospital bed, but was finally consumed by the whiteness. Slow and cruel.
Heather seemed to notice Renly's eyes, raised her head, and the two eyes collided through the glass.
Heather wasn't flustered, angry, or shy, just a little surprised, her slightly flickering eyes immediately calmed down, and she just looked at Renly quietly. Those calm eyes had a maturity and coldness that did not match her age, it was almost unbelievable that she was only fifteen years old this year.
The pain and torture of the disease made her experience the vicissitudes she should not face at the age of fifteen.
Facing Heather's gaze, Renly smiled and looked over calmly, not panicking at all because his "bystander" actions just now were seen on the spot, as if all this was natural. Then Renly stepped forward, bypassed the glass wall, entered the recreation room, and asked in a normal tone, "Learning guitar?"
Renly's calm also affected Heather, who was stunned for a moment, then nodded, and responded lightly, "Yeah. However, I'm not a player, more of a singer. The guitar is just for rehabilitation. That's it."
"I can tell that you are a great singer." Renly shrugged. "Or, you have the potential to be a great singer."
Renly walked across from Heather, sat down, stretched out his right hand, and spread it out in front of Heather, "I never knew, you like to sing."
Heather hesitated for a moment and tried to put the guitar in Renly's palm, but because the guitar was a little heavy, her wrist couldn't support it, so Renly took the guitar and said, "My biggest dream is to participate in 'American Idol' '." After saying this, Heather added anxiously, "Don't laugh at me!"
Lu Li couldn't help but smile, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, but then he pursed it again, "Maybe you can try it next year." The minimum age limit for participating in "American Idol" is 16 years old.
The smile at the corner of Heather's mouth was a bit bitter. She wanted to argue a few words, but then gave up. There was no need to explain, right
Renly's eyes fell on Heather, he could read the negativity in Heather, lowered his eyes, concealed his mixed emotions, and tugged the strings at the bottom of his fingertips, "You should use the pulp of your fingers, then keep the A knuckle is bent ninety degrees, so that only a little force is needed to achieve the best suppression effect." Renly explained in the way of teaching ordinary people as if he had not noticed Heather's condition at all.
Heather looked at it very seriously. The slender fingers gently outlined the musical symbols, which had a wonderful beauty. The familiar melody slowly flowed out. It was all really magical. Several simple notes were connected in a special way. , and then it can be turned into a moving melody, awakening the resonance deep inside.
Renly looked up, looked at Heather, and gave a signal. Heather hesitated, so she missed the first four beats, but she regained her composure and began to sing, "… chasing destiny in the dark, I saw you bruised late last night, I saw you in the devil's Dancing in your arms."
Heather's throat was a little tight at first, missing two beats in a row, but she quickly forced herself to calm down, closed her eyes, and listened intently to the strings of the guitar, as if her whole body was integrated into the melody. In the middle of the night, the turbulent emotions swept over, and the world suddenly became quiet, as if she was the only one left, standing on the top of the world, singing loudly.
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"So when you're weak, when you get down on your knees, I'll do my best for the rest of the time, guarding your oath, alive and true."
In the same song, Heather and Renly have completely different styles. In Renly's performance, there is a hint of loss in melancholy, and a touch of loneliness is faint; but Heather's performance gives a different Smell, that sharp pain is like a sinker, bit by bit digging into the bottom of my heart, the pain is gently rippling like ripples, the muscles all over my body have been tensed to the extreme, but I can't shout, clenched my teeth. Persevering, it seems that as long as you persist for a while, you can reach the other side, but... but you can't see the end.
"So grass/your dreams, how dare you forget our scars, I will turn into a beast for you, if you pay enough money, everything will count, only a few dreams can be remembered."
When Heather sang this lyric, the desperate sadness turned into tears and fell down her cheeks unexpectedly, but she did not wipe away the tears, she just sang loudly and sang to her heart's content. Her voice was trembling slightly, and the tone seemed to be a little off, but her pure emotions were completely released, causing Ren Li's heart to feel sour.
Heather in front of her was like a wounded beast. She longed for freedom, she chased her dreams, but her scarred body dragged her down her steps. Rhododendrons are blooming everywhere.
When the song was finished, Heather just sat there quietly, and the tears began to flow again, but she bit her lips stubbornly and didn't want to let go. Only in this way, the tears will not fall again, and the fragility in her heart will not be revealed again.
Renly's fingertips rested on the strings, and he could faintly feel the rough strings on his fingertips, but his heart was filled with sorrow. He knew better than anyone how Heather felt, his soul. Trapped in this body, the freedom is firmly bound, there is no exit, and no hope.
"You know? I envy you, I really envy you." Heather's voice trembled slightly, her fists were clenched, and she didn't want to relax at all, as if she could completely relax if she relaxed a little. Collapse, "I envy that you can act freely, I envy that you can chase your dreams, I envy that you can sing freely, I envy that you can stand on the stage, use your soul to convey the emotions in the melody, and then let people Touch the softness in your heart, but it won't hurt..." Heather's voice faded away, the mix of frustration and anger weighed down heavily, and her shoulders slumped.
Renly's eyes were warm, and he lowered his eyes in embarrassment. All this was too familiar, and it hit him unexpectedly.
For a time, the entertainment room fell into silence, and the faint loneliness and sadness flowed in the air.
Heather slowly raised her head and looked at Renly in front of her with mixed feelings.
Dreams are too far away for her, because the reality is tightly strangling her throat, and even survival has become a problem, and she has no time or space to think about more things. A dream, it's a luxury. And what about Renly? He's chasing his dream of being an actor with all his might, and musical talent is just a hobby to him. He was so reckless, so flamboyant, so indulgent, so... free.
"Sometimes, I really hate you." Heather said, breaking the brief silence, but after speaking, he couldn't help but laugh, causing Renly to chuckle and spread his hands. , a helpless look, "Genius is always envied." These arrogant words made Heather roll his eyes again, expressing his strong dissatisfaction.
The smile slowly disappeared from the corners of his mouth, and Renly said earnestly, "If you want, I can accompany you to participate in 'American Idol' next year, you know, I can also go to learn a lot, and touch Simon Kao by the way. Will (Simon-Cowell)…”
Without waiting for Renly to finish, Heather was amused directly, and after recalling the scene of Simon and Renly confronting him, he laughed even more happily, "I think Simon will definitely not be able to tell you, he will be a rascal then. "