Under the orange-red sky, the azure blue butterfly kite spreads its wings and flies freely, its long tail screeching in the wind, as if the excitement and wanton whistling can be clearly heard.
Ren Li's eyes lit up slightly, and looked down along the kite string.
A middle-aged man wrapped his hands around a girl, grabbed the kite string with his right hand, and carefully protected the girl while controlling the rhythm; the girl stood on the grass with her feet, grabbed the spool of the kite, and raised the sharp point chin, looking at the flying kite in the sky, the smile slowly bloomed in the corner of his mouth, even the sunset was eclipsed.
Not far away, a middle-aged woman folded her hands on her chest and stared at the scene in front of her with a happy smile on her lips, but she kept her eyes on her, and unconsciously playing with the necklace pendant in her right hand revealed her inner tension.
It was Heather, and her father, and her mother.
Involuntarily, the smile climbed to the corner of his mouth, and he laughed happily. Although Renly had kept the kite behind in anticipation of this scene, when he saw Heather leave the hospital bed and put his feet on the ground again, the joy couldn't be restrained.
Packing up his guitar, Renly walked to the bench next to him, sat down, and quietly looked at the skyline formed by the skyscrapers, enjoying the sunset that only belongs to New York.
The setting sun is burning in the sky, and the colors of the sky are extremely bright, as if releasing the last chapter of vitality, wanton and publicity. At the end of the line of sight, in an instant, the orange-red dimmed, and the dark blue night poured down like a waterfall, quickly swallowing every color under the sky, and before the blink of an eye fell, even the dark blue was lost. When the light came out, the world was plunged into darkness.
Everything happened so quickly, so quickly that it was impossible to react at all.
"Clap", the first street light came on, followed by a series of sounds, all the lights brightened up, the darkness quickly faded away like a low tide, the ginger halo connected into one piece, supporting an air cover, Isolate the human world from the natural darkness, tranquility and noise, quietness and noise, two sides of contradiction, blurring the boundaries at the edge of the halo.
Quietly looking at the bright night scene in front of me, the wind whistling in my ears seems to be more and more noisy, and it seems to be more and more quiet, and the melody flows out from the guitar strings at the fingertips.
"So we got up and searched for our destiny in the dark, I saw you bruised late last night, I saw you dancing in the arms of the devil."
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The extremely quiet chords seem to have disappeared into the night, just gently sketching the heartstrings and playing the whispers of the soul. The road of chasing dreams is a rampage in the dark, but the lights at the end of the line of sight are full of unknowns. No one knows which path is the right one, and no one knows which end point is the true meaning. Even with scars, The hard work still doesn't pay off. Therefore, someone desperately sold his soul and danced the most beautiful steps in the arms of the devil.
I am deeply concerned, but it is difficult to say what is right and what is wrong.
"The night is boundless, I am helpless, my eyes are full of flames, and it has never been extinguished by silence. It creates beauty and creates a crown."
Should they just give up? Abandoning dreams and returning to the ordinary track of life, seeking a trace of peace and stability deep in their hearts, but can real life really find the answer; should they continue to persevere? Persevere in moving forward, the long road is full of thorns, and it is difficult to walk, just to find an unknown, maybe an oasis, but maybe an abyss, maybe a quagmire, maybe a desert.
Should they choose to compromise? Give up self, give up persistence, give up restraint, and compromise with the real society. Only by truly complying with the rules of the industry can the realization of dreams be possible. Otherwise, the so-called "dream" is just an unrealistic slogan. There is a price to be paid, even the soul.
"So we have arrived, a lonely place where we can't go back, you are the face that let me go through fire and water, this is the name that the children will inherit, forged beauty, forged crown; forged perfection, go far away."
Carrying on the dream to move on, trapped in a lonely place where there is no turning back, behind the abyss, there is no choice but to move forward. Those bloody steps are painful and cruel, even if they are smashed to pieces, even if they are turned to ashes, they will not hesitate, because every step is a choice that defines oneself.
"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."
The pressure of reality is too cruel after all, crushing the shoulders, crushing the knees, crushing the last trace of the soul supporting the pace. The companions who walked together were left behind one by one, leaving only myself to continue walking alone. Looking back suddenly, he found that he had nothing left, standing alone in a barren place, with no way forward and no way back. He shouted hoarsely, but got no response, was covered in bruised pain, but couldn't find a haven for rest.
"So grass/your dreams, how dare you forget our scars, I will incarnate into a monster for you, if you pay enough money, everything counts, and few dreams can be remembered."
Standing in the lonely place, only then did I realize that I could never go back, that there was no future, but also no past. I can't remember the reason why I started, I can't remember the origin of it all, I can't remember the reason why I gritted my teeth and persisted along the way. It seems that only the instinct/ability to survive is left, like a beast, standing under the spotlight of Vanity Fair, As long as there are enough benefits, they are willing to give up dignity.
dream? It only remains in the memory, decorated with beautiful garlands and blooming with a sacred halo, which makes people follow one after another, but leaves people at a loss.
"So we've arrived, a lonely place where we can't go back, you're the face that made me go through fire and water, and that's the name that the children will inherit, forging charm, forging crowns."
The road to a dream is so long and there is no end in sight, and the only thing left is a reason for perseverance. However, on this road, it is full of countless temptations/tempts and dangers. After making a deal with the devil, you have taken the first step, and you will never go back. The dark place is a shore that cannot be turned back. Every step is a piece of lost soul. If it is lost, it will disappear forever.
How should he know that he made the right choice? Aren't you making a deal with the devil? How should he stay awake and continue on this lonely road
That kind of confusion and powerlessness, people feel overwhelmed.
"Cast perfection and fly away."
The fingers stopped, the chords stopped abruptly, and Renly sat on the bench, dazed. A gust of cold wind blew, and the body shivered uncontrollably.
He thinks of Chris Hemsworth, Scarlett Johansson and Ryan Reynolds, Rami Malek and James Badge Dyer, and "War in the Pacific" recruiting The guy in the camp who can't remember his name.
With his dream of being an actor, and with the opposition and pressure of his family, he crashed into Hollywood recklessly. He is not sure whether he is talented or not, how much of his rebirth advantage can be realized, let alone whether the actor is the right one. choice, but, he still embarked on this path.
So what is at the end of the road? What should the ultimate dream be? In the chaos of Vanity Fair, how long can his dream last, or how long can it be pure? Will he, like Chris, get lost in the pursuit of the spotlight, forget the original intention of his beginning, and the original meaning of the dream
Will he become a beast of fame and fortune, with only instinct/ability and no reason
He never really thought about it—or, he thought he did, but never really understood the nature of the problem.
The bondage in the last life was too much and too heavy. The first half of his life was imprisoned for the freedom of the soul, and the second half of his life was imprisoned for the freedom of the body. When the rebirth came, he almost rushed towards the halo like a moth to the flame. In the middle, he grabbed the straw of his dream and began to run wildly, and the beautiful air of freedom made him get carried away. Running all the way to the present, without stopping.
Now brake suddenly, suddenly a little dazed. Chris's distorted face and crazy eyes flickered in his thoughts. One day in the future, will Chris's face appear on his expression? But no one could answer this question.
Renly sat quietly on the bench like this, his fingertips following the stream of thought up and down, and between the musings of the melody, the broken fragments of language combined, like a beautiful but incomprehensible poem, the sadness between the lines. Like a wounded bird flying heavily in a rain curtain, trying its best to fly high, but it's getting harder and harder.
Heather stood quietly, watching Renly's back, an indescribable sadness filled her heart.
In the darkness of the night, that broad shoulder is like the eaves in a rainy day, dividing the world into two parts, one violent and one peaceful, one violent and the other peaceful, a faint halo scribbles out the arc of the side face, making the All emotions became blurred. However, the clear guitar strings are so clear and vivid.
The quiet melody revealed a touch of loneliness and sadness, and the bard-like lyrics made people confused, and Heather even began to wonder - is that English? It's another alien script. She can understand every word, but it's unpredictable when put together.
However, when she heard the phrase "so grass/your dream", the turbulent emotions suddenly invaded, making Heather caught off guard, and tears filled her eyes instantly. At this moment, she understood Renly's voice: the hesitation and confusion in the heart of a dream loner.