Simple and pure, so clean that there is no embellishment. The vicissitudes of life are humming moving poems with a husky voice, without ups and downs, without storms, without storms, without storms, just a faint emotion, a little sadness, a little bitterness, a little regret, a little sigh... It seems like an elf with wings flying up and down between the green forest and the dazzling sunshine, unexpectedly caught off guard, hit the softest part of the heart. Before he could react, his vision was blurred.

Everyone can sing, but not everyone can tell stories with their singing, and not everyone can touch their souls with their singing.

The song ended, Lan Li held the guitar and sat quietly on the chair without saying a word. The entire recording studio also became quiet, and the quiet emotion slowly spread in the air, as if time had lost its meaning.

"... Very good." The man sitting in front of the sound console opened his mouth, but his voice was a little hoarse, and he could hear some nasal sounds. But he realized his mistake. Lanli couldn't hear his voice. He quickly pressed the red button on the desktop and said to the microphone, "Very good. I mean, very good." The same words were repeated several times, a little panic. He let go of his right hand, but then pressed them again, "Lianli, when was this song written?"

"Not long ago, a song written by parents to children." Lan Li's voice was slightly disappointed, as if she was trapped in her memories.

The song was inspired by Derek and Ellie. In them, Lanley saw the shadow of Ding Yanan.

Parents always do this, carefully caring for their children and waiting for them for their whole lives, but because they are too earnest, they are at a loss, fearing that they will never be able to recover after making mistakes on their own. One day, I suddenly realized that life cannot be planned and the future is unpredictable. Instead of being restrained and being self-satisfied, it is better to let the children's wings fly, wait carefully behind them, and use their hands to support them a stable world, so that they can soar in the storm, hurt, tired, and lonely, and still find a habitat to escape the storm and storm of the world.

In his previous life, after the doctor sentenced the high-ranking paralysis, he began to blame his mother, hated her, and blamed her. He refused to eat, spoke, talk, and even refused to open his eyes. He was like an ostrich, trying to bury his head under the sand, but closing his eyes was his only way out.

Faced with his stubbornness and resistance, his mother never gave up, waiting by the bedside without regrets, taking care of his daily life every day, silently enduring the resentment and pain that emanated from his body, until he was tired, tired, figured it out, and finally opened his mouth. He said, "I want to drink water." It was the first time he had spoken to her in a month, hard and no warmth at all.

She silently prepared the warm water, inserted the straw, served him to drink the water, wanted to leave, but did not dare to walk away, and finally walked to the windowsill. She gritted her teeth and let the tears fall, and cried quietly. It was the first time he saw her fragility after the car accident. She hugged her arms tightly, and her thin shoulders were almost swallowed by the dazzling sunlight. She cried so hard that she could not help herself, but there was no sound at all.

This is true for Heather, and so is Derek and Ellie. Their biggest wish is that Heather can recover his health, but this wish is difficult to reach the sky. The only thing they can do is to build a shelter for Heather with both hands, hoping that smiles and happiness can return to Heather's face and firmly move towards every day of the future on this thorny life path.

People are always like this, trapped in their own world, unable to clear away the fog, and only when they are lost can they know how to cherish it. However, everything is too late. The authorities are confused and the bystanders are clear.

"How many times I crossed the boundaries just to get close to you, no one loves you as much as I do. Listen to this melody from the heart, no one loves you as much as I do."

This is the song given to Derek and Ellie, it is also the song given to Heather by Lanley, and it is also the song given to every child in Mount Sinai Hospital. In his previous life, he missed it, so he didn't want to see others miss it this time.

Herbert Jones opened his mouth, tears flashing in his eyes, and he was really embarrassed, "Lanli... are you sure you are only twenty-one years old?" A song written by parents to his children? Does Lanli have children now?

The astonished question immediately made the atmosphere in the recording studio relax, and everyone couldn't help but smile.

Then Herbert heard a voice coming from behind, "It's not only time that can leave gifts." In addition to time, there are books, newspapers, and articles. The reason why people want to study is not just for careers, not just for food and clothing, but also for wisdom.

Everyone turned their heads and saw the stranger standing at the door. Nathan couldn't help but blurted out, "Roy! Why are you here?" Everyone immediately understood that it seemed that this should be Renly's friend.

Lanley was still sitting in the recording studio, waved at Roy, saying hello, and then said to the microphone again, "Herbert, concentrate, so, what place needs to be corrected just now? We are recording now, not talking in the tavern."

"Yes, yes." Herbert reacted immediately, took a deep breath, cheered up, and started a discussion with Renly.

Roy then walked into the recording studio, closed the door of the room, and his eyes fell on the strange faces of the three people on the sofa, but none of the three people wanted to say hello. Roy looked at Nathan, and Nathan shrugged, his eyes were so secretive that he couldn't explain clearly for a moment. He lowered his voice and asked, "Why are you here?"

Roy walked to the side, sat down beside Nathan, and explained in a low voice, "I happened to be fine today, I was thinking about coming over and having a look." But the light of his eyes still fell on the two people. Their conversation did not mean to hide it from the others, and it was always at a normal volume.

"How is it? How does it feel?" said an old man wearing a plaid shirt and a bow tie. He was still wearing this in the hot June. He could tell at a glance that he was a rigid and conservative person.

Sitting in the center was a middle-aged man about forty-five years old. His hairline had retreated to the back of his forehead, revealing the shiny Mediterranean Sea. He tried to sort out his hair, but he still looked up. Such small details showed that he should be a person who was ungrateful or unconventional. The simple gray T-shirt with jeans also proved this.

"Wow, it's really outstanding." The middle-aged man gently closed his jaw. Compared to simple words, the praise between his eyebrows seemed much more sincere. "Everyone knows that he is an excellent actor, but few people know that he is also an excellent singer."

"In my opinion, he wasted as an actor, and the singer is his real talent." The old man said loudly without hiding his sneer. The middle-aged man sitting next to him did not refute or agree, but just looked at him with a smile. The old man then asked, "What do you think? Now we have recorded sixteen songs, each of which is a fine piece, and it is more than enough to make an album. If you want, you can listen to the mastering of the entire album first."

"Sixteen songs?" The middle-aged man frowned slightly, as if he was quite slight, but after thinking about it, he did not continue to ask questions, which made people unable to understand his mind. Then he changed the topic, "George, you should know that such songs have no market. Now, there is no record company in North America that dares to make folk songs, and even Jason Mayez is just as difficult. If you want to make folk songs, you still have to go to England."

"But what about 'Cleopatra'? You won't know, right?" the old man said with a firm look, "What's more, Lan Li is not a casual singer. He is now an actor that everyone pays attention to. Just simply promote it, there must be chemical effects. As long as someone pays attention to this album, we have confidence that reputation can be spread, and sales will naturally be no longer a concern."

"You said that he is an actor, not a singer." The middle-aged man refused to give in and retorted with a smile, "Of course, I believe this is an excellent album, and it may even win the applause of those music critics."

"But", there is always a "but" behind such words. Sure enough, middle-aged people changed their tone, "But you should know that the best sellers now are popular, electronics, dance music, listeners all know that these are saliva songs, and they forget them after a while, without any connotation, just enjoying them in nightclub bars. But they don't care, this is what they need. Now is the era of fast food. Compared with word of mouth, compared with quality, fast consumption and simple entertainment, these are the magic weapons to win."

Roy couldn't help but look up at the middle-aged man. His eyes remained sincere. Without the pride of being arrogant, he could hear a hint of regret and helplessness in his tone.

"Excellent singers and excellent albums do not represent excellent sales. We all hope to find more balance between art and business, and we don't want to lose quality. But, George, you should also know clearly that this is an album with only artistic and no commercial nature. During the production process, you abandoned all commercial nature and focused on art. I admit that this is really courageous. Then, you cannot expect that our companies are willing to pay for art."

The middle-aged man's words were like the last straw that broke the camel's back. Roy could clearly see that the old man's back and shoulders had collapsed, and the spirit of fighting spirit seemed to dissipate bit by bit, making people feel sad and lonely in vain.
Chapter completed!