"Give me a good reason why I shouldn't change."
She understood.
This is a cry from the bottom of my heart: for the dream, she can give up the castle of Budapest, the treasure chest, and even the golden piano and Spanish red wine; for the dream, she can give up the handmade treasures, the vast land, and even the Can give up family and friends…
For the sake of her dream, she can give up the right to live. Instead of living like a corpse for ten years, it is better to live one day indulgently. She can give up the delusion of fighting against the disease. Give up all the hard work and struggle, just want to live out myself, stick to my truest appearance every day, even if only for one day.
"Give me a good reason why I shouldn't change."
She understands, she understands, the hot tears poured out, as if the embankment had completely burst, and it couldn't be stopped, but she didn't want to stop it, just let the tears run wild, but the smile on the corner of her mouth couldn't help it It rose up, and then she laughed so freely, wantonly.
It's a stupid thing to stop eating because of choking. No one will ever refuse to drink water because they are afraid of choking to death. But in real life, people are always self-sufficient because of the fear of failure, refuse to try, even before starting, deny the result, and then live a life of mediocrity - I will never live to be twenty years old anyway, anyway, my condition is absolutely There is no possibility of cure, I will never be a singer anyway, my dream is absolutely impossible anyway...
It's impossible for me to become a professional athlete anyway, I can't make money by being a mathematician anyway, and whoever gets married is about to live, anyway, any job is just a meal, and no matter how hard I work, I have to live. Without the appreciation of the boss, anyway, this society is like this, anyway, the society cannot be changed because of one person...
People, always like this, firmly believe that they will not give up eating because of choking, but when faced with choices every day, they always make the decision to give up eating because of choking. Because of fear of failure, fear of change, and rejection of harm, I honestly stayed where I was, not even trying, and comforted myself, "Actually, this is the best."
If this is the case, the cold is the biggest killer of mankind, and no one can find an antidote; if this is the case, the end of life is death after all, everyone is the same, so why start
Heather realized for the first time how stupid he was. Trapped in a small world of self-pity, as if the whole world owes me, as if the whole world has failed me, as if the whole world has betrayed me, how stupid! How ridiculous! How ridiculous!
What was the reason for her to give up the change? What was the reason for her to give up her efforts? What was the reason for her to give up her dream? What was the reason for her to give up life? What was the reason for her to escape from the world
The laughter overflowed like this, and the tears flowed frantically until the laughter. The hot temperature scalded the back of her hand, but the temperature was so real that she couldn't help but lift the back of her hand, and she could still clearly feel it. Every trace of the back of his hand changed, and he laughed happily.
However, because he laughed too excitedly, he began to cough violently. The cough made her lungs hurt, but the pain was so real that it clearly told her that she still had feelings and still had a chance.
The moving voice in my ear is still humming wantonly, like a bard walking around the world with a guitar, wandering on the streets, singing about life, and the days of living at ease, like a flowing feast, every day is different, There is happiness, there is sadness, there is happiness, there is pain, there is hope and there is disappointment. The colors of life are as colorful as rainbows.
Listen, that's the most moving song in the world.
"My house in Budapest, my treasure chest, my golden grand piano, my wonderful Spanish wine, for you, you, I would give up everything."
When the music ended, Heather raised her hands and wiped the embarrassed tears from her cheeks fiercely, but her smile bloomed without reservation.
Raising her head, through the haze of tears, Heather quietly looked at the man in front of her. His eyebrows are always so sparse, with a touch of softness in elegance, but hidden sharpness that people can't see; his eyes are always so deep, with a hint of brightness in the deep, but hidden that people can never read s story. The quiet and turbulent, momentary and eternal brilliance made the time stop in the smile on the corner of the mouth.
Her heart was beating like never before, one time, another time, so real, as if she could feel the sound of her heart beating against her chest, she couldn't help but want to listen carefully.
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"I told you that you can be a great singer," Heather said, his voice hoarse.
She was reluctant to admit that behind Renly's seemingly indifferent and unconcerned chic and wanton, there was a power that touched the soul, whether it was melody, lyrics, or singing, that kind of powerful The strength is almost irresistible, and it is easy to fall into it, unable to extricate itself.
Renly laughed dumbly, "I think you're the one who embraced the singer's dream."
Heather chuckled, and Renly's answer was not surprising. She nodded lightly, "Yes, I am." Frankly and sincerely, she admitted her biggest dream deep in her heart, "I I want to be a singer." Such simple words, without deliberate ups and downs, were powerful and powerful.
The smile at the corner of Renly's mouth rose, and he nodded to Heather, without speaking, but the affirmation and approval in his eyes couldn't be clearer.
"What's the name of the song just now?" Heather asked curiously.
Renly pursed his lips and gave a different answer, "'Budapest'."
"Budapest," Heather repeated the word. "Is it the capital of Hungary, Budapest?"
Renly shrugged. "I own a castle there."
This sentence made Heather amused and laughed, "There is also a golden piano." Renly nodded sincerely to confirm, which made Heather smile even happier, she can't remember the last time When did I feel so happy, "I like this song very much."
"Lucky." Ren Li gave a lingering look of joy, with a touch of humor permeating it, "Did you hear anything?"
"That's my story, isn't it?" Heather blinked playfully, but didn't answer.
Renly spread his hands, showing his innocence, "Yes, this is your freedom."
Purely from the literal meaning of the lyrics, "Budapest" is a little love song sung by a man to a woman, willing to give up all romance and persistence for love; but Heather heard another meaning in the lyrics, a dream. The madness and purity of freedom, the madness and beauty of freedom, the wanton and indulgence of life.
Find yourself, be yourself, be yourself. For all of this, work hard. It was the most beautiful and romantic thing in the world that Heather could imagine.
Heather gradually withdrew his smile, trying to see some clues in Renly's eyes - why did he write this song? Why did he write such lyrics? Why did he choose to sing this song at this time? Furthermore, why was he able to empathize with her situation
Could it be that in the depths of Renly's heart, there is also a hidden Budapest, which treasures his golden piano
"I read the newspaper and heard that you did a good job in Toronto." Heather lowered his eyes and changed the subject, "So, when will the movie be released in New York? If there is a chance, I want to go to the cinema and watch it. ."
It was a pleasant surprise. Since Renly and Heather came into contact, Heather had never left Mount Sinai Hospital, as if isolated from the rest of the world, completely cutting off all contact with the outside world. But now, Heather actually mentioned that he wanted to go to the cinema? This is a good thing.
"I don't know yet." Renly suppressed his thoughts and replied flatly, "But we have already found the publishing company, and they will arrange the schedule next. If nothing else, November? Or ten February? I'll let you know when I have news. But, are you sure? You want to watch 'Buried Alive'?"
Heather originally thought Renly was asking, "Are you sure you want to go to the cinema?" She didn't expect it, but the question was another way. He smiled, which made Heather roll his eyes speechlessly, "What? Do you think I look like a coward? Or, do you think my current physical condition prevents me from watching thriller movies?"
Renly smiled even brighter and waved his hand, "No, I just think, 'Buried Alive' is very likely an R-rated movie."
The unexpected answer again made Heather open his mouth with a look of astonishment. R-rated movies, in simple terms, are restricted/restricted/rated, and are recommended to be watched by over seventeen years old. In other words, Heather isn't old enough to watch.
Heather was really surprised, and blurted out, "What, you're fully frontal/naked inside?"
"Pfft." Now it was Renly's turn to be surprised, and the embarrassed appearance made Heather laugh happily, finally letting out a sigh of relief.
When Kelly Barton came to the entertainment room, what she saw was such a scene. Filled with question marks, he walked in with a slightly hesitant footstep, "Uh... I don't want to disturb you, but, Heather, it's time for your recovery."
"Really? No problem." Heather agreed swiftly, surprising Kelly again—every time he had rehab before, Heather had been extremely resistant, and even if it finally happened, he was still frowning. What the hell is going on today
Kelly cast an inquiring glance at Renly. Renly shrugged and spread her hands, expressing her confusion, but the smile at the corner of her mouth couldn't help but rise.
This is a good sign.