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The food in the nameless bar was of no quality at all. The burgers were too dry, the fries were burnt, and even the coffee was terrible. The only thing that was worth it was beer. However, Renly didn't care and spoke slowly. Savoring your belated lunch as if you were enjoying a distinguished dinner with three Michelin stars.
The busy bartender standing at the bar sighed with wonder on his face, "God, are you sure you're okay? Even homeless people despise our food, but you still enjoy it so much? I can already feel it in my stomach right now convulsed.”
“When you have no choice, either give up or enjoy it." Renly shrugged, said with a smile, and threw another French fries into his mouth, then raised his chin to indicate the performance on the stage. The middle-aged man asked, “What’s going on with him? There aren't many customers in the bar right now.”
“Old Frank? The bartender turned his head and looked over, "The town's water pipe repairman, just in his spare time, comes here to perform for free. He is a man with a story, are you interested?"？”
Turning around again, the bartender cast a questioning look at Renly. After receiving a positive answer, he temporarily put down the beer glass in his hand, propped his hands on the bar, and began to tell, "I heard that he is young. When I was a musician, you know, the kind who wandered around the world with a guitar on his back, performing in different cities and bars, earning a meager income, waiting for his own opportunity, hoping that one day he could release an album and become a real musician. musicians.”
The bartender looked very young, in his early twenties; and old Frank looked very old, at least fifty years old. Therefore, the stories about his youthful years, when told by the bartender, became legends, adding a layer of hazy color.
“But, he failed." The bartender said crisply, "Obviously, not everyone is suitable for music. So, he returned to the town in despair, became a plumber, and then returned to daily life. In our town, There are many stories about his youthful deeds. Rumor has it that he has toured with Bob Dylan before, but...who knows?？”
The bartender chuckled..
Dreams, in real life, mostly end in failure and disillusionment. The meaning of dreams never lies in realization, but in hope, a hope that makes life bearable and perseverable..
The so-called maturity of many people is just that the edges have been worn away by the world and become worldly and practical. That is not maturity, that is the premature aging of the spirit and the premature death of personality. True maturity should be the journey of a unique personality and the true self. Discovery, Spiritual Results and Harvest.
People always say: Dreams are impossible, unrealistic, and illusory. Then, they wantonly laugh at the stupidity and stubbornness of those dreamers, claiming to be the winner of life. Different ways have adapted to the context of society, which is called maturity. But as everyone knows, they have gradually lost themselves in life..
This cannot be said to be wrong. After all, it is too hard to stick to your dreams. If you give up your dreams and choose to compromise, things will be much easier. What's more, life is full of countless possibilities. It can only be said that in the final analysis, everyone has made the decision By one's own choice, dreamers will not be more noble, and realistic winners will not be more successful..
Renly did not respond to the ridicule in the young bartender's words, and naturally had no intention of condemning or criticizing him. Instead, he asked with a smile, "What kind of music did he perform when he was young?"？”
“Uh, I don't know." The bartender shook his head and spread his hands helplessly, "I only know that last Christmas, he heard an album, what was it called, and when I think about it, it seems like……
I don’t know, it was Don Quixote or something. Anyway, it was just the name of a character. Then, he seemed to have a second life. He came to the bar and told the boss that he hoped to come and perform..
But, this is not an easy task. As you have heard, his performance is really not very good. Finally, after his persistence, my boss agreed that he could come over during his free time in the afternoon. Performance, free……”
The bartender was still chattering, but Renly's attention gradually drifted away, staring at Old Frank on the stage..
In real life, people like Old Frank are the majority.
Holding an unrealistic dream, desperately burning himself like a moth to a flame, trying to touch the outline of the dream; but, in the end, he failed, so he disappeared from the crowd with nothing to do, and gradually became a younger generation The loser in my mouth seems to have accomplished nothing in his entire long life, and has become a negative teaching material. Everyone is teaching, "Don't be like old Frank."”.
But few people know that old Frank's life was once so bright and shining with brilliance. He experienced pain that ordinary people can't imagine, but he also experienced a world that ordinary people can't see. In his short life, he was more beautiful than others. Most people are happier and more fulfilled.
“"Don Quixote" album represents Heather, Renly, George, Stanley, and... old Frank.
Old Frank concentrated on playing the guitar and humming the tunes. His old voice was occasionally out of tune and seemed to have lost the touch of pitch, but the stories contained in his voice made his singing full of flavor. Maybe, he was not A great singer; but he was a great performer.
One song after another; one wave of guests left and another wave came.
Old Frank just sang lonely and lonely, with no one listening in the whole bar, as if he was just singing alone, quietly waiting for the listener to appear. Renly liked this kind of performance.
The performance of another song was completed. In sight, Old Frank put down his guitar, sat in front of the piano, simply adjusted a few notes, and then started playing. The intro was surprisingly "Cleopatra"”！
The cheerful melody tinkled like spring water, and the moving and graceful musical notes danced lightly in the laziness of the afternoon. Old Frank's vicissitudes of voice sang loudly, "I was Cleopatra, I was a young actor when you knelt on my bed begging for my hand……”
Renly sat there blankly, listening quietly and savoring the music carefully. Time seemed to stop on his fingertips, and the fragments of memories were flying up and down. When the lyrics came to his ears, " When I die alone, I won’t miss it anymore.” Unexpectedly, tears burst out of the bank..
No warning, no way to stop it, so embarrassing.
The hot tears completely lost control and poured out in a torrent. Renly just sat quietly on the high stool, helpless. He didn't even have the strength to raise his hands to wipe his tears. He just cried silently; vaguely. There is a large halo in the sight, the colorful colors are rising and falling, and the bitter sadness is whizzing by in a mighty way..
The tears couldn't stop at all. Renly felt as if he had been greatly wronged. His whole heart was curled up. He could hardly breathe in pain, but he couldn't make any sound. He just fell into deep, deep despair. And in grief, the whole world begins to fall apart.
Heather passed away. Heather Cross, the girl with the smile and the bright eyes, left.
This fact is like a heavy hammer, hitting the chest hard. I have been strong for too long, and have been calm for too long, but inadvertently and unprepared, I suffered a heavy blow, all the senses, all the truth , all the certainty surged out, drowning him in an instant. There was no room for reaction, no room to fight back. He was completely surrendered and shattered..
“Renly, you know what? I'm starting to like the song 'Cleopatra' now. I never understood it before, but now, I understand. When I die alone, I won't miss it anymore. When you wrote this song , what are you thinking about? God, I'm so jealous of you. You're a genius, you know? you are a genius.”
Collapse, complete collapse. Howling so hard that she couldn't help herself. The girl who embraced the dream of music, the girl who sang "The Beast", the girl who complained that the flower season was about to wither, the girl who smiled and said "Oh, I can't help myself." The girl who had no way to confess to the boy she had a crush on died..
She said she wouldn't give up. She said that, but she broke her promise. He kept his promise, but she didn't. It's not fair..
His hands were clenched into fists, and all his strength was poured into them. His whole body was shaking because of the excessive exertion, but even so, he still couldn't vent his inner anger and depression. The deep feeling of powerlessness was vented overwhelmingly, All the strength, all the barriers, all the masks all collapsed, like the end of the world, vigorous and majestic.
She didn't miss it, she didn't miss it after all.
I closed my eyes tightly, gritted my teeth tightly, and clenched my fists tightly, but still couldn't stop the tears from falling. Until the melody ended, the song "Cleopatra" came to an end, and it was quiet again Come down, the air is filled with sadness and bitterness, and bit by bit, the wounds on the body are repaired..
In his eyes filled with tears, Renly seemed to see Heather again..
Wearing a white lace dress, bathed in the golden sunshine, her white feet ran wildly and energetically on the tender green lawn, her cheerful footsteps stepped on the laughter of the silver bell, and she ran to her heart's content. Chasing the breeze, dancing gracefully, that green and sweet voice singing loudly.
“I won't miss it again, I won't miss it again, miss the love of my life. When I die alone, when I die alone, I won't miss it again.”
The song spreads its wings and flies higher and farther; when tired, it stops, gasps for air, turns around, a bright smile blooms on the childish face, and the eyes are full. With touching happiness, two pink blushes surged up on her fair cheeks, and she shouted loudly, "Renly, do you hear me? I won't miss it again.".”
Renly was full of bitterness, unable to control himself, and burst into tears. The unique Don Quixote finally left..
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