The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 435 Butterfly Wings
"Welcome to Kroger, would you like a bag?"

Subconsciously, the words to entertain customers automatically appeared in Connor's mind; but the expressions on the faces in front of him were different from usual.

They showed smiles and were enthusiastic. One or two extended their right hands cordially and waited for a handshake. They exchanged eyes sincerely and brightly. You can feel the warmth and happiness in those eyes.

A crossover, a handshake.

In this short moment of meeting, Connor could feel a ball of marshmallow expanding lightly and plumply in his chest, filling it up in the blink of an eye.

It turns out that this is happiness.

Not only because of the cheers and applause, but also because the emotional resonance can be felt in these eyes and faces. They understand the playing and singing, and they find each other in the melody.

At this moment, strange souls briefly share a moment of warmth——

Not much, but real.

This is the power of music.

So, is this a dream? In fact, he was still standing busy in the Kroger supermarket. What was happening in front of him was just a daydream?

But even if it’s a daydream, so what?

He refused to wake up, he was willing to remain immersed in this dream and be happy.

It was only now that Connor finally understood the soul of the song "Wake Me Up". It was not stupidity or naivety, but deep love. Then, Connor suddenly realized how much he loved music, even in dreams. Relationship, let the notes flow in your blood, like Icarus flying to the sun regardless of safety.

What's going on? The smile is blooming, but the vision is blurred?

Then, Connor saw the girl in front of him.

She couldn't see her face clearly through the hazy tears, but she could see that big smile, blooming perfectly, and she stretched out her right hand gracefully.

Hold hard.

"I like your bass. Your playing has warmth and color. God, this is the first time I realized the unique charm of the bass."

"Hopefully it's not too late."

Puff, puff.

Connor's heart was hit hard like this. The melody played with sincerity and soul could finally be heard. Happiness bloomed proudly like fireworks. He couldn't help but say, "Can I give you a hug?"

The girl smiled brightly, "Of course."

Connor politely gave the girl a hug and carefully placed his palms on the girl's shoulders, feeling the temperature and breath of that embrace. The temperature of life became clearer than ever before.

it is more than words.

Blair could feel the warmth of the hug, and Connor was trembling slightly. His timidity and vulnerability, his joy and happiness, his reluctance and regret, a thousand words that couldn't be expressed in words, were all expressed in a hug. Completed the transfer, gently touching Blair's heart.

But Blair was not surprised.

Because she had already felt these emotions in the performance just now.

Sure enough, music doesn’t lie.

In a sense, music is also a performance, presenting the emotions and images imagined in the mind, just like the actors.

But in a sense, music and actors are two completely different things, because the actor's performance is to conceal, while the music's performance is to reveal.

Only melodies that truly come from the soul can penetrate deeply into the soul.

No wonder everyone says that if you like music, you must attend live performances.

Different from the perfection in the recording studio, the emotional power displayed in live performances can always hit the heart perfectly and powerfully, making the soul tremble deeply. It is an unparalleled experience and truly conveys the pulse of life. It was true last time on the streets of Manhattan, and it's true this time on the Burbank studio.

Blair believes she is lucky to be able to experience these moments in person.

And, witness it all.

After saying goodbye to Connor, Blair met the innocent and simple Miles and the stubborn and arrogant Lily again, and finally stopped in front of that man.

Anson Wood.

His eyes are so deep and clear, and there is always a chic and romantic smile on his lips. If you don't pay attention, your soul may be seduced, but you will never miss the unknown possibility of exploring the depths of those eyes.

But the Anson in front of him was slightly different from the one in Blair's memory.

His smile was so light and soft, it seemed like it would break at the slightest touch; yet it was so bright and gorgeous, falling gently on the palm of his hand like golden sunlight, and a touch of warmth stretched his palm and body.

Just like butterfly wings, broken, but beautiful.

Before he knew it, Blair was holding her breath.

Perhaps, the Anson they saw before was just an illusion, like a phantom, quietly hiding the real fragility.

Then, she came to Anson and moved gently, so as not to disturb the butterfly.

She really had a lot to say. She wanted to share her joy and happiness with Anson. She also wanted to help Anson share the sadness and loss between her eyebrows. She wanted to tell Anson that she would always follow him no matter what happened. She still wants to...

Countless words disappeared completely the moment he stood in front of Anson, and his mind went blank and fell into a sluggish state.

Language has no weight anymore.

"Thank you."

Blair said.

There is only the simplest sentence, but thousands of words are hidden in it.

Then, Blair heard his own voice continuing to ring in his ears.

"Thank you for performing this song. Just, thank you."

Thank you Anson for appearing in her life. Thank you Anson for being willing to show your vulnerability. Thank you Anson for bravely standing under the laser light and singing to your heart's content. Thank you Anson for daring to foolishly continue to dream. Thank you Anson for telling her that it doesn't matter if you are ordinary. Thank you. everything.

Thank you Anson for being willing to be a light in her youth, guiding her out of the endless darkness and confusion, to feel the beating of her heart again, and to feel the warmth and power of life flowing in her blood.

Quietly, Blair stared at Anson. Although she didn't say anything, she felt the urge to cry. She rubbed her eyes in embarrassment and laughed wildly to hide her embarrassment, happiness rippling in her smile.

Anson was stunned——

For the first time, he knew that a "thank you" could be so powerful, containing so much weight that it weighed heavily on his chest.

Even if they have never met, they can still feel the complexity in that smile.

A smile, filled with bitterness and sorrow, climbed to the corner of his mouth, and Anson asked, "I am Anson, and you?"

Blair was stunned and couldn't keep up with his thoughts at all. He just subconsciously responded, "Blair."

Anson, "Nice to meet you, Blair."

Blair was stunned, her heart was swollen and aching. It took her a moment to realize that she was standing there like a madman, crying silently. She wiped her eyes in a panic, "God, I feel like a lunatic, but... "

But what should I do? I can't stop. The more I wipe it, the more tears I shed. It's obviously happiness, it's obviously joy, it's obviously a smile blooming wantonly at the corners of my mouth, but why can't I stop the tears?
Blair felt that he must have lost his mind and gone crazy.

(End of this chapter)