Big play bone

Laughing and smiling, the smile of his mouth penetrated a bitterness.

"Sometimes, in fact, I am envious of you, envious of Eli and Derrik's care and consideration. After you die, they pushed all the faults to my body, I know, but I don't mind, because they need a person Blaming, they need an angry object, otherwise they have no way to stick to it. Lose you, for them, this is unacceptable ... I am really envious. "

The discourse paused a moment, suddenly porn a warm and sore, the blue ceremony closed his eyes tightly. The emotions are like retired, quickly disappear, smile re-bloom.

"Hayser, telling you a secret. This is my second stage of life, I am called Chu Jiashu, once, I spent ten years above the bed, I know, your depression and struggle, I am all I know; in the end, I also walked to the end of life. After I woke up, I became Blue Rich-Hall. "

"Hayser, have you heard it? This is the reason, this is the reason I always refuse to give up, this is the reason why I chased dreams, this is the reason why I am in a different time. If, you can hear, remember, Run, rushing, moving toward the hope of the hope, there must be a second chance, this time must not give up. Must not. "

Hidden in the heart of the heart, whispering to another soul, and he is so similar to him, as if, lying around, is not Harr-Cross, but the Chu Jiashu, Crossing the block of time and space, he once again saw himself, and also saw the past Hheather, two images gradually overlap together, difficult to distinguish.

This is the first and last time. This is the secret of Blue Rich and Harr, as if "say you won't give up".

The faint sunshine is sprinkled, and the sadness of the chest is hovering and smashed into the ablation; the faint warm penetration is inserted, and the blood flows toward the heart. The smile once again hooks, open his eyes, and re-recovered the consistent look in the dark brown scorpion.

Sitting straight, turning the head to the epitaph of the tombstone, "Hayser Cros, 1995-2012, when the music is flowing, I will realize that there is something, after all, the dark cannot be from me. Take away. "

Blue Li looked out, carefully read the epitaph, he liked this sentence, always, the bottom of the bottom is gratified, "this time, Don Xuede will not regret, until the last life For a moment, she is still a dream. "After, I gently patted the tombstone, as if I took the shoulder of Hayser, and then the butterfly kite placed in front of the tombstone was re-put.

"Goodbye. Hayser-Kros." Say goodbye, after all, although it is late.

No hesitated, no embarrassment, no uncomfortable, Blue Rise stands up, take your footsteps, leaving the cemetery.

Suddenly, the wind, the wind, the blue ritual condition turned to the head, then saw the butterfly kite next to the tombstone, slappingly fluttering, busy, turning out, outline the trajectory of the wind, Yue Flying higher, the more flying higher, whistling, free to fly.

Finally, disappearing in the ice blue sky, it seems, touch the silhouette of the cloud, ablation in the golden sun, no longer finding the trace. Blue priest knows that it is finally free.

Remove the line of sight, once again, I will not be able to walk toward the cemetery at the door of the cemetery.

The huge cemetery covers a vast, just relying on feet of feet, may take thirty minutes or sixty minutes. Therefore, people always drive the car into the cemetery, then stop on the roadside, and then pick up the grave.

However, there is no drive to the car today, just reach a taxi, leaving New York, arrived at the cemetery, and then waving the driver can leave. He needs a little time to get along, and it also needs a little farewell. As for how to leave, Blue Rise has never worrying.

Slowly left the cemetery, and the feet did not feel tired. Nearby is a small town, not a noise, but it is not desolate, just a small town that is full of life.

Run, I didn't deliberately identify the direction, I took a long time, I didn't know whether it was ten minutes, or forty minutes, I finally felt hungry, so I was a shabby bar on the road, pushed the door. Go in.

The old bar is full of smoked historical texture, and the rare label is five, six guests, peeling peanuts, there is no way to chat, and there is a little bit of imperitivity, full of faint warmth. More than New York, the bar here is always more friendly and friendly.

"Good afternoon, what is the need?" The young wine in the bar lost his rag, came over.

The blue ritual line fell on the small stage next to it, a middle-aged man was sitting on the high stool, debugging the guitar in the arms, the golden brown long hair messy, no construction, Hu Hu is a fascinating, With a glitter, there is no light, there is no light, and there is no microphone, concentrate on busy with your own business.

"Is there anyone in the kitchen now?" Blue Rise was inquiry and got a sure answer, and had the simplest burger fries, then a glass of beer, enjoy the afternoon.

879 Identification

The food in the unknown bar, there is no quality, the burger is too dry, the fries are fried, and even the coffee is bad, the only thing can be taken is beer. However, Blue Rise didn't care, and slowly tasted his late lunch, as if you were enjoying the distinguished dinner of Mi Yin Samsung.

Standing in the bar, the busy wine, full of magical, "God, do you sure you have nothing? Even the tramps dislike our food, you are still so enjoyable? I can already feel the stomach now. Spasm. "

"There is no choice, either give up, either enjoy." Blue Rise shrugged, smiling, once again lost a sweet potato to his mouth, then lifted the Babe, showing the stage on the stage The middle-aged man performing, "What is going on? There is no guest in the bar."

"Old Frank?" The wine is turned, looking at the past, "the water pipe repairman on the town is just a timeday, come over here performance performance, free. He is a story, you are interested?"

After returning, the bartender cast a sight of the blue rites, after got a surely reply, he also put down the beer mug in his hand, supported his hands on the bar, "I heard that he is young." It is a musician. You know, it is the kind of carrying guitar's waves, in different cities, different bars, earning meager income, waiting for yourself, look forward to one day, I can have an album, become true Music people. "

The bartender looks very young, but the appearance of the twenty; and the old Frank is very old, at least 50 years old. Therefore, the story of the young years, falling in the mouth of the wine, has become a legend, bringing a layer of .

"But he failed." The wine is smashed, "Obviously, not everyone is suitable for music. So, he walked back to the town, became a water pipe, and then returned to daily life. In our town And there are many young deeds, rumors say that he has also touched with Bob Dillan, but ... who know? "

The wine is loudly laugh.

Dream, in real life, most of them fail to fail. The meaning of dreams is never achieved, but hopes that a hope that makes life can endure can also persist.

Many people's so-called maturity, but they are reached by the world, and become the world. That is not mature, it is the spiritual early age and personality. Really mature, it should be unique and personal, real self find, mental results and harvest.

People always have to come: dreams are impossible, dreams are unrealistic, dreams are virtual, then they laugh at the stupidness and stubborn and stubborn of those dreams, and they have become a winner of life. Different ways to adapt to the context of society, the maturity. But I don't know, they have gradually lost myself in life.

This can't be said to be wrong. After all, insist on your dreams too hard, give up your dreams, choose a compromise, things will be simple; not to mention, life is full of possibilities. Just saying that I will have the final analysis, everyone has made their own choices, and the dream home will not be more expensive. The real victory is not more successful.

The blue rites did not respond to the ridicule in the young wine. Naturally did not condemn and criticize the criticism, but asked if he smiled. "What music is performed when he is young?"

"Hey, I don't know." The wine was shaken, helplessly spread his hands. "I only know, when I was Christmas last year, he heard a album, what is the name, I think, it seems to be ... ...

I don't know, what is the Quixote? Anyway is a novel's name. Then he seems to glow a second life. Come to the bar, and the boss said he hopes to come over.

However, this is not an easy task, you have heard, his performance is not very good, and finally, in his dead walk, my boss agreed, the afternoon idle time, he can come over Performance, free ... "

The wine is still talking about it, but the attention of Blue Rich is gradually floating, looking at the old Frank on the stage.

In real life, talents such as Old Frank are most.

I am holding an unrealistic dream, regardless of everything, the moth is burned like the fire, trying to touch the silhouette of the dream; but finally failed, so, inologior, universe, gradually became a young generation The loser in the mouth seems to have no long life, becoming a brigade, everyone teaches, "Don't be like old Frank."

But very few people know that old Frank's life is so embarrassing, blooming away. He has experienced the pain of being imagined, but he has also experienced the world that is unable to see. In a short life, he is more happier than most people and more fulfilling.

"Don Quixote" This album is that Hayser is blue, and it is also George, is Stanley, is ... Old Frank.