The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 231: Pulling the Heartstrings
Anson, come on.

The cello was already extremely crowded. There were three people playing the instrument, but they didn't expect that a fourth person would join in. The handsome figure of Yushu Linfeng easily caught the eye, and the stunned faces could not close their mouths at all, and they were stunned. Watching Anson join.

But he saw Anson squatting down in front of the cello, using the cello's panel and side panels as the drumhead -

Snapped. Snap.

Boom. Boom boom.

The order of priority, sometimes crisp and sometimes turbid, sometimes light and sometimes jumping, like a clear spring flying up and down among three levels of string sounds, the notes dance gracefully, and a graceful and magical scene unfolds in the middle of the city of New York's steel forest. , magnificent and majestic.

Unbelievable!
Exclaims, admiration, and astonishment surged gently in the crowd, and then all the sounds were stuck in their throats as they stared at the scene in front of them with dumbfounded eyes.

The hustle and bustle of traffic seemed to have become a natural background, complementing the performance in front of me, and finally evolved into the fifth band member.

Blair felt his soul tremble and was completely stunned when he looked at Anson's figure.

In just four eight beats, Anson stood up, finished the drum beat, turned back behind the snare drum, and picked up the acoustic guitar on his back.

Then there's Connor.

Finally there is Lily.

One after another, the melody levels return to simplicity little by little. At the end, only a cello is left after all the glory has been washed away.

Miles sat quietly, his eyes focused and immersed, his heart and soul falling into the melody bit by bit, resonating with the cello. The usually low and soothing cello strings actually gave rise to a feeling of loneliness and loneliness at this time. Bitter, standing alone in the center of the world and playing.

No one thought that the cello could have such charm.

Even in symphony orchestras, the cello seems to always be ignored and forgotten. Because of the bass, it has always been in a supporting position. Playing alone is also a bit monotonous, and it is difficult to feel the melody and emotional levels.

However, in front of me, relying only on a cello, it firmly grasped the attention during the ninety seconds of performance, which was mesmerizing.

Miles's bow became slower and slower, and a touch of sadness gurgled and spread in the lonely strings. The busy street seemed to quietly evolve into a hidden corner, and only they were singing——

No one listens.

The power of emotion, majestic and abundant, rushes towards you.

The whole place was silent, and among the stunned people, one could clearly see the thoughts surging in his eyes.

Until the end of the string sound, a short rest, and then——

Ding.

The crisp and bright guitar strings are gently plucked, like clear water droplets falling onto the dark blue glacier, and the cold air is gently rippled.

Heartstrings, one movement.

All eyes turned towards the direction of the sound, it was Connor.

Connor held the guitar and stood quietly next to Miles. He stared at his guitar intently and affectionately, showing a touch of attachment. Those reluctances, sighs, and loneliness turned into a smile, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly. , the slender fingertips flew up and down between the strings.

Clear, bright, long and distant.

There was just a guitar, and then, the singing sound came to my face like a ray of breeze passing through the valley, and my heart skipped a beat involuntarily.

When he turned around, he saw Anson.

A guitar, a voice, singing quietly, as if no one is listening, as if no one is appreciating it, as if standing at the end of the world.

"Through the darkness, find my direction, follow the guidance of a beating heart. I have no way of knowing the end of this journey, but I clearly remember the starting point where everything began." (Note 1)

Boundless, vast, vast, without any tricks or fancy, Anson's voice is wrapped around the guitar strings, everything returns to its most primitive state, without any embellishment or decoration, but it releases all the emotions between the lines, and the hustle and bustle of the whole world is completely settled. Come down.

Get rid of the complexity, fade away the confusion, and show your own voice nakedly, those fragile, embarrassed, and confused, without reservation.

Anson in front of him seemed to be standing in the boundless darkness, at a loss. The overwhelming turbulence and majesty almost crushed his shoulders. Those sorrows, never spoken out, left his soul scarred and bleeding, and he closed his eyes. Close your eyes and listen to the direction your heart leads. Then.

The corners of his mouth were raised slightly. It was not the tears that made him look sad. The bitterness behind the smile was the sadness and loneliness that really made his heart shrink.

Unsteady and in pieces.

But Anson's eyes were still clear.

"Hey, they say I'm young and ignorant. They say I'm delusional. If I don't wake up, my life will slip through my fingertips."

"But I don't care."

Miles stared at Anson. The memories of the past two years were surging in his mind. They were bitter and sweet, sad but happy. Unbearable sighs came to his heart. The bow fell on the strings again, and the sound that matched Anson's voice was slowly pulled, melodious. And the long string sounds danced in the darkness.

"Wake-me-up when I reach the end. When I am wiser and older, I have been searching for myself hard, but I have never realized that I am lost."

The clearness of the guitar and the deepness of the cello blend together perfectly, resonating uncannily and dancing with Anson's voice.

The simplest strings. The simplest singing.

However, this is enough.

Lily's eyes couldn't help but feel warm. At this moment, they were still standing on the streets of New York, but she no longer cared about the number of onlookers or whether their voices could be heard. She just wanted to Enjoy the moment and enjoy the happiness and fun that music brings.

Indeed, dreams cannot support life, dreams cannot fill the stomach, and dreams cannot pay the rent.

However, dreams make life bearable.

Without dreams, they are just zombies, living in a mediocre way, neither having nor daring to explore the truth of their souls.

Anson said he didn't care.

It doesn't matter if he wastes time and life, it doesn't matter if he is young and ignorant, or if he is wishful thinking, he just wants to firmly grasp this moment, embrace himself, embrace his dreams, and embrace the splendor and heat of life.

Even if they choose to give up in the end and return to mediocrity and daily life, at least they have burned.

Taking a deep breath, Lily also regained her smile.

"Wake me up when I reach the end, when I'm wiser and older..."

A high note, beautifully stopped and sustained high, is a whisper and a declaration.

"I have been struggling to find myself..."

Then, pause.

Anson's bright eyes raised, looked at Lily, looked at Connor, and finally fell on Miles, and the song fell into the silent nothingness again, like mumbling to himself.

"But I never realized that I was lost."

The ending is melodious and a touch of bitterness hangs in the air.

Blair didn't realize at all that she had burst into tears. She tried her best to suppress the tears but couldn't help but burst into tears. She stood in the surging crowd, but she was so lonely. There were only herself and the four people in front of her in the whole world. There is only myself and a melody floating in my ears.

They are all fools, a group of fools who believe in their dreams.

however.

At this moment, the smile on Anson's lips rose up, like the scorching sun in midsummer in June, and he shouted loudly, "Eaaah!"

Note 1: Wake-me-up——Avicii (hoppipolla-version)]
　Second update.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)