The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1171 Perfect World
Everything is so simple.

There is no need for a grand stage, complicated musical instruments, or colorful lights. Just a guitar and a voice are enough.

The melody flows out from the depths of the soul, singing softly and touching the heartstrings.

Yea.

The door of the bar was pushed open again, and the cold air rushed in fiercely, and the hustle and bustle of the outside world briefly invaded.

But this time, no one cared.

This was the scene Anne Hathaway saw when she entered the bar. There were not many guests in the pub, but they were all immersed in their thoughts, looking at the stage quietly and attentively, their hearts surging in the passionate melody.

At first glance, she saw him.

That man is so cool and so wanton, so unruly and so casual. No matter when and where, as long as he opens his arms, he can have the whole world.

He sat quietly there, a hazy light falling down, slowly outlining his silhouette. The pair of azure pupils hidden in the shadows were so deep and so quiet. He looked penniless and downtrodden, but all he needed was a guitar.

Fingers flying and singing loudly.

The clean and clear voice is rising steadily. When it touches the high note, the lingering tail tone reveals a little hoarseness, quietly hiding the vicissitudes and scars, but it is fleeting.

Then, the singing disappeared in the melody. There was no need for singing anymore. There was only a guitar playing wildly. The collision of fingertips and strings was like ballet, dancing wantonly and crazily.

It's like the end of the world.

No audience is even needed.

He was completely immersed in his own melody, standing at the end of the world, at the end of time, singing to his heart's content—

The mountains, the ocean, the starry sky, all submitted to him.

The surging melody made the blood of every audience member present boil and burn, and they ran faster and faster, and finally merged into the wind.

Forgot about myself.

Anne stood there, staring at the figure blankly.

At this moment, she saw the vicissitudes and scars on his body, but she also saw that he faced those setbacks and hardships with a positive and optimistic attitude. The light blooming from the depths of his soul made people unable to take their eyes off it.

It turns out that indifference and composure are the essence that remains after all the dross is washed away.

The performance went up and up, reaching the peak, and then returned to simplicity and calmness, with only a faint smile lingering on the corner of the mouth.

The turbulent waves in the entire bar gradually calmed down.

The man looked at the guitar in his arms tenderly and happily, and hummed softly again to the old friend who had accompanied him all the way.

"But if you really loved me, why did you leave me?"

"Take me away, take me away..."

"All I want, all I need, is to find someone, someone who is just like you." (Note 1)

The strong winds, huge waves, and heat waves all calmed down, and I returned to that early summer afternoon. I lay on the green grassland on the edge of the ocean cliff, with my hands behind my head, looking at the ever-changing clouds in the sky.

The gentle singing, like the gentle breeze and drizzle, lingers in my ears.

"Same as you...mmmm..."

So gentle and so melodious, the long tail note allows thoughts to extend and extend in the sunshine, until the last bit of edges and waves are all smoothed out.

“You… ohhhh…”

The sound of the slowly vibrating strings fluttered in the ending, and finally the fingertips stopped, just letting the remaining resonance vibrate silently in the air.

Finally, the playing had stopped completely.

He still sat there, catching up with the pace of time.

The entire tavern was silent, and no one wanted to break the tranquility of the moment. Only the faint noise was still stirring in the air, contrasting with the quietness in front of them. My heart was on the verge of exploding in my chest.

Then he spoke again.

There is no accompaniment, just singing a cappella, like a lullaby.

The breeze, the drizzle, and the sunshine gently caress your face, healing the scars on your heart bit by bit.

Finally, it's over.

He raised his eyes and immediately saw the group of people standing at the door of the bar.

There were not many people in the bar to begin with, and it was obvious at a glance that the guests were sitting quietly in their seats, so the small group of people standing at the door stood out easily and could not be missed just by raising their eyes.

He saw her.

She saw him too, and accidentally fell into those blue eyes.

The heartbeat skipped a beat.

Inexplicably, Anne's mind popped up the scene in "Casablanca" -

There are so many cities in the world, and so many pubs in those cities, but she chose to walk into my pub.

Caught off guard, my cheeks felt slightly hot.

Just as Anne was at a loss, the guests in the tavern clapped their hands vigorously.

Applause thundered.

This resolved Annie's embarrassment. She quickly looked away and started to applaud. When she raised her eyes again, the man had already looked away and continued to stare at the guitar in his arms.

The pub was bustling with activity.

Although the audience was limited, they seemed to be clapping their hands with all their strength at this moment, because it was the only way to vent their surging emotions at the moment.

It is bitter and it is happiness.

It's relief and sadness.

Everyone has their own story, but they all find the frequency that resonates with them in the melody, awakening their hidden memories again. Wounds that were once thought to be healed are pulled again, and then healed again.

So focused, so immersed, my heart was pounding and my blood was boiling but it couldn't be accurately described in words. In the end, I just turned into a ruthless clapping machine.

The applause was not loud, as there were less than twenty people in the entire pub; but the applause was so abundant and so enthusiastic that it filled the entire space.

Under the stage lights, the man approached the microphone.

"Don't be so enthusiastic, otherwise I'll have the illusion that this is Madison Square Garden, and the next step might be to charge admission."

The audience burst into laughter at the light joke.

Men don't care.

"You guys continue, and I'll continue, don't worry, there's no need to be stressed, I don't mind you enjoying your time."

After he finished speaking, without waiting for a response, his fingertips gently plucked the strings again.

The pub was once again filled with the murmur of conversation, but this time the situation was slightly different, and people soon turned their eyes toward the stage again.

Appreciating the performance was more important than having a conversation. After all, that was why they chose a pub like this to arrange the performance, wasn't it?
Even though the man in front of them was so unfamiliar, "Le'Veon Davis", a name they had never heard of, it did not affect their enjoyment of the performance at all.

"Annie?"

The call from her companion made Anne look away. She hurriedly concealed her panic and looked over with wide eyes.

Jake Gyllenhaal's equally big round eyes looked back.

"We should find a place. We can't just stand here forever."

The others around did not wait for Annie's response and took the initiative to find a spacious seat to sit down.

Anne took a deep breath and tried to put on a smile to hide her turbulent emotions. "Of course. I just thought the show was great. It seems we found the right place."

Note 1: All-I-Want (Kodaline)

(End of this chapter)