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"you……"

"you……"

"You talk first."

"You talk first."

"I……"

"I……"

The two of them spoke at the same time but paused at the same time, and were stunned but chuckled at the same time. The synchronous posture perfectly interpreted the daily action of "looking in the mirror". In the strangeness, there was a kind of habitual nature. Then the two of them calmed down at the same time and stared at each other quietly. No one spoke, but no one left.

The pain of the splitting headache has disappeared, leaving only nothingness, faintly, fingertips are trembling slightly, and toes are floating gently. The chaotic and trancey feel seems to be standing in the clouds, unable to find their center of gravity, and all perceptions and thoughts have become blurred.

Is this reality or illusion? Is this a dream or an idea?

He stared at him.

He also stared at him.

A faint sadness and bitterness slowly spread. Neither of them spoke, but they couldn't help but feel palpitations. They couldn't tell whether it was panic or fear, or whether it was joy or anxiety. Time and space had completely lost their meaning at this moment, and there was a piece of black around them, endless black, and there was no end at all.

"You should say goodbye."

As the silence slowly spread, a third voice appeared, as if it had passed through his ears and rang directly in the depths of his mind. He and him turned their heads in unison, and then they saw Heather Cross appearing out of thin air.

Why did Heather appear here?

Why did Heather and Chu Jiashu appear at the same time again?

Why did Heather choose to appear at this time?

The previous questions had not been answered, and the latter questions were raised again. Lan Li immediately realized his clumsiness: without the cover of gentlemanly etiquette, without the sophistication of two lives, and without the restraint of calmness and depression, all his emotions seemed to be unable to be concealed, like a newborn baby, everything was exposed nakedly.

Heather in front of her was wearing a white lace dress, a bright smile, bright eyes and thin shoulders. Everything seemed to have never changed. The power of time forgot her existence, allowing her to still retain her innocent and playful face, and time was frozen forever at the age of seventeen.

Heather stopped five steps away, waved his hand with a clever smile, and greeted him, "Hey."

"..." Lan Li tried to say hello, but the words stuck in her throat and could not make any sound. He thought he could face it calmly, he thought he was used to it, but the faint pain in the depths of his heart rippled again, and then his eyes couldn't help but turn red.

Finally, Lan Li could only show a big smile, a bitter but bright smile, and nodded slightly to Heather. That's all.

Heather seemed to notice Lan Li's gaze, and his smile bloomed, "Lian Li, I'm fine, I'm serious, I'm fine now, don't worry about me. The most important question now is you, you are not good at all."

"I'm fine." Lan Li's smile was stained with a hint of difficulty, trying to hide his true emotions, but he found that he could not do it at all, and all his thoughts were presented without any concealment. Even if Heather did not continue to speak, Lan Li became embarrassed, shook his head helplessly, and lowered his gaze.

Then Heather said again, "You should say goodbye."

"I've said it." Renli tried to defend himself reflexively.

Heather was not in a hurry, but stared at Lanli quietly and paused for a long time, "Lanli, you know you don't, otherwise you wouldn't be trapped in the same predicament again and again, over and over again, like a nightmare, and countless times. He is here, and I am here."

Lanli raised her head, looked at Chu Jiashu directly opposite, then looked at Heather on her right hand, and then closed her eyes in pain, "I said goodbye, more than once; but I don't know how to continue waving goodbye, I don't know. I can't do it." Lanli shook her head gently, and every move seemed to consume all her strength, "I can't do it."

"Lanli, the real farewell is not a farewell forever, but a hug and acceptance, or a memory and commemoration. What we need is reconciliation with ourselves." Heather said softly, "I am here, he is here, and we are always there. Saying goodbye does not mean forgetting, but a new beginning."

No one can say goodbye to the past completely.

Because, it is precisely because of past experiences, good and bad, positive and negative, smooth twists and turns, happy and miserable, that all of them are pieced together, which makes us realize our current self; therefore, when a person begins to say goodbye to himself, he is equivalent to denying his own value of existence. Even if he is completely changed, those memories are deeply rooted, and the past is entangled forever like a nightmare.

Lanley is no exception.

Those memories and experiences belonging to Chu Jiashu have made Lan Li the present. The pain, frustration, torture, depression and darkness are all deeply hidden in the depths of memory. The change in appearance is still the same soul after all. He thought he was calm, he thought he was used to it, he thought he was honest, but... he didn't.

He just started a new life.

Carefully hide those memories deep in my mind, like a huge and ugly back scar. After the pain, the wound healed. Then I refused to look back and ran barefoot straight ahead with all my might. It seemed that as long as I didn't look back, the scar would no longer exist and could turn a new page, as if the scar had never appeared.

The same is true about Heather.

But he was wrong.

From "I am fighting cancer" to "transcendence", from "gravity" to "drunk folk songs", we are entangled and deeply, and say goodbye and turn again and again. Those memories have never really calmed down. Ignoring them does not mean disappearing, ignoring them does not mean recovery, and escaping does not mean getting rid of them.

Now, we have come again to the "Explosion Drummer". This lingering nightmare remains deep in my mind from beginning to end, never disappearing or calming down, and it is back and forth. The real farewell has never been completed.

The so-called farewell is not to completely cut off the past, but to open your arms, embrace those scars and pains, embrace those hardships and ups and downs, admit your truest and most complete self, tolerate all beauty and ugliness, accept those frustrated, feared, and torture, and also accept those happiness, joy, sincerity, and embrace yourself bravely and firmly.

When you accept everything calmly, you can truly end your life, complete your transformation, transform yourself into a new self, open a new world, and start a new life.

Just like Levien Davis, the "Drunk Country Song".

At the end of the story, Levien finally returned to the kerosene lamp bar again and came to the stage, playing the melodious and moving "wave goodbye", but this time, without Mike's company, he was alone; he no longer complained about the world, no longer angry with the world, no longer pity himself, opened his heart, and truly accepted the fact that he was alone:

"A morning in the future will not be too far away. You will call my name, and I will say goodbye to the far away."

Levien accepted the fact and the wound began to heal slowly; but, what should be ahead, he lost his direction, and could only wait for his mood to calm down and plan to start again. Maybe he could find the direction, maybe not, but at least, he would not continue to numb himself.

The same is true for him.

He should learn to be grateful, thanks to the ten years of bedridden, which allowed him to accumulate all his irritability, and also understand satisfaction with a little bit of happiness; he should learn to be grateful, thanks to the illness that bound his body, let him understand the meaning of life, and let go of his hands and feet to run wildly; he should learn to embrace, embrace the torture of pain, which allowed him to have a strong nerve and face all difficulties.

In those ten years, not all memories were painful and dark; in the previous life, not all memories were dull and dull. Only by truly embracing Chu Jiashu can we stick to Lanli Hall's choice.

He didn't know what would happen in the future, but he knew that he was eager to make breakthroughs, he was eager to continue to make progress, he was eager to achieve greatness, he would never give up easily, nor would he surrender. This period of life is still very long, and he is far from enjoying it.

He should learn to perform alone and throw away his crutches-

No longer deliberately distinguishing the differences between Chu Jiashu and Lan Li, but embracing all memories calmly; no longer deliberately demonizing the time on the hospital bed, but facing all moments honestly; no longer deliberately trying his best to run wildly, like a flood and beast chasing behind him, for fear of slowing down a little, this life will turn into a bubble like a dream.

The same goes for Andrew.

He has talent, but he is too young; he has talent, but he lacks experience; he has ability, but he needs time; he has the potential to surpass greatness, but he must believe in himself.

Everything is contradictory. He needs to accept the positive and negative ones. He no longer falls into it because of Fletcher's strength and madness, no longer forgets the essence of the drum beat because of pursuing the extreme speed, no longer forgets the original intention of the beginning because of fierce competition, no longer worrys about gains and losses because of achieving great dreams.

If Andrew himself bound himself, if Andrew himself imprisoned himself, if Andrew himself rejected him, then he would never be able to go further and could only stay where he was, like a flash in the cereus, and then he would quickly wither and wither, fleeting in a flash.

Break and then set up.

But the premise is to admit yourself first. This is true for Andrew, and so is he.

“We need to reconcile with ourselves.”

Unpredictable, Lan Li's heart encountered a heavy punch. Another heavy punch, the scabbed wounds cracked again, and a flower bloomed in blood. The pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow and imprinted the soul was like a grand firework show, bursting out happily, destroying all Lan Li's defense.

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