The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 431: Wash away the brilliance
Blair stared at Anson quietly, quietly——

Just like this, it fell bit by bit.

That voice is like warm ice, shining brightly and translucently. After approaching carefully, you can find the scars hidden under the cold and cold appearance, so fragile and so vicissitudes of life, but there is still no compromise, no surrender, still Singing heartily.

So calm, yet so surging.

So bright, yet so fragile.

A vast and surging sadness swallowed up Blair.

His vision was blurred in the blink of an eye.

However, Blair did not wipe his eyes, and just let the tears fall, staring at Anson intently, letting his thoughts spread freely in the melody.

Anson is smiling, with bright eyes and a smile with his head held high, showing his tenacity and strength to face all wind and rain calmly, and slowly depicting the scene of ordinary life——

“With a stable job that supports my family, maybe I’ll buy some new strings, maybe we’ll go away for the weekend together.” (Note 1)

You don’t need to be a hero or a big shot, you can still find trivial happiness in simple and ordinary daily life.

In fact, happiness is often not something grand and grand, but rather the everyday things that are within reach, quietly making every moment more fulfilling.

They are always searching hard, and they lose their way inadvertently while walking. They can't find happiness, themselves, or the way back; but they realize it only when the lead is washed away and the lights dim. Well, happiness is always at hand, within reach, you just need to hold your fingertips.

then.

Anson looked at Lily, who hummed a low part and joined Anson in singing together.

"We can whisper..."

Lily's fingertips were already on the black and white keys, ready, but she didn't play. She stopped and listened quietly to Anson's words alone.

"Telling the secret of the American dream, babies need to be protected, but I'm a baby like everyone else."

Bass, cut in.

Keyboard, haunting.

The performance slowly joined in, but not much, just a few notes scattered here and there, like starlight, traveling through Anson's calm and confiding singing.

Incredibly, the low strings of the bass completely supported the weight of Anson's singing. The relief in the vicissitudes of life, the sigh in the hesitation, and the sadness in the heat turned into a breeze, slowly lingering around Anson.

"So, let me go."

"I don't want to be your hero, I don't want to be a big shot, I just want to live a serious life like an ordinary person."

Anson turned to look at Miles——

An exchange of glances.

Miles understood, not only Anson's signal, but also the confusion in Anson's eyes.

They think that they are the only ones who have experienced ups and downs, are the only ones who are scarred, and the only ones who are standing outside the door of their dreams; but in fact, Anson is the same.

What he longs for is not success or fame, but a truly fulfilling and happy life, where he can seize every day in a down-to-earth manner.

Miles knew it, he knew it all too well.

Even if you can step onto the stage of Carnegie Hall as a cellist, so what?

He is unhappy.

In the eyes of others, it is a dream opportunity and a sign of success. Anyone with a little bit of rationality knows how to choose. He should stand on the stage of Carnegie Hall and live a step-by-step life, wearing a mask. , pretending to be a stranger he doesn’t know and spend the rest of his life; but he doesn’t want to.

He wanted to stand on the stage with Anson and Lily Connor, it didn't matter even if it was just on the street, it didn't matter even if he was just barely making ends meet, it didn't matter even if he still failed in the end and turned around and left in despair——

The preciousness of a dream is not because it can be seen, but because the journey of chasing the dream truly interprets the meaning of life. A smile crept into the corners of Miles's eyes, and he pulled the bow again——

The melodious and graceful cello strings sounded.

The two low-frequency strings of cello and bass are intertwined again.

For a long time, according to traditional concepts, cello and bass are naturally incompatible. The two instruments are so similar but so different. The melodies they play are often difficult to match. They may even eat away at each other's texture, and finally evolve into dumb guns.

It's not terrible, just... mediocre.

However, this is not the case in front of me.

Connor looked at Miles, and Miles looked at Connor. There was a cross between eyes, and the low and gentle strings lingered and entangled with each other. The matching of frequencies collided to create a subtle vibration, which perfectly highlighted the sound of Anson's singing. The coolness and color made the world quiet in an instant.

Involuntarily, I became completely quiet and listened to Anson's singing. The simplicity and simplicity of the song hit hard at the softness of my soul.

"I don't want to be part of the show off at your masquerade party."

Uncontrollably, Miles's heart trembled slightly:
No matter how gorgeous, grand and prosperous the dance was, it was not their dance; no matter how grand, beautiful and brilliant the successes were, it was not their life after all.

Even if he is walking alone, even if he is bruised and bruised, even if no one knows, he still wants to move on and bravely chase an illusory dream in his life.

The wrist is so affectionate and intoxicating, and the melody flying on the strings carries the temperature and power of the soul.

Look at Connor.

The smiles on the corners of the two people's mouths both rose. In such a short moment, they seemed to know each other again.

Happiness surges out from the bottom of my heart like this.

Then, Miles looked at Lily again, and finally his eyes fell on Anson. Even he could realize that a smile bloomed at the corner of his mouth——

keyboard. Bass. Cello. Guitar.

Different musical instruments are all played, the notes collide together, entwine and reflect each other, and the different textures naturally blend together to produce a chemical reaction, evolving into a pure and gorgeous magnificence. Under the guidance of Anson's singing, step by step climax.

"Everyone should have the opportunity to grow on their own."

A pause.

The performance ushered in a rest. In the short silence, the four people's eyes collided in the air, and they invariably caught traces of tears in each other's eyes, but their smiles bloomed perfectly.

This is the charm of performance.

Temporarily forget the existence of the audience, temporarily forget the worry of making mistakes, focus 100% on the instrument, carefully place your soul fragments on the instrument, present the emotional temperature and color between performances, and feel the subtleties of each other's souls through the melody. Tremble.

A kind of communication, a kind of collision, and also a kind of response.

My heart trembled slightly, happiness surged from the soles of my feet to the top of my head, and my blood burned fiercely.

until--

bass.

Connor, the first to pluck the bass strings.

then.

Instruments, played in full.

In the front, there was always the accompaniment, which did not take away Anson's style. It was not until this moment that the real firepower was fully unleashed. Finally, the unique charm of the band in front of him was finally fully displayed and shined again.

Note 1: Hero——Family-of-the-year

(End of this chapter)