Chapter 2071: 2071
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Dale stood in place, watching Lan Li's car drift away, and the smile on the corner of his mouth rose, "He is such a good boy."
Not because of this gift, but because of his eyes and smile, there is a kind of pure sincerity, it will not deceive. This reminds Dell of the first time he saw a big screen in a movie theater-
Even if all white people hate them, even if they are stuffed into the corner of society like mice, even if they have no dignity or freedom at all, even if they are facing life danger all the time, even if their existence is The whole society dismissed it with contempt... But as long as the dream and the world that belonged to him began when the movie started, nothing else matters.
At that moment, he was convinced that he was alive, he was convinced that the world still has beauty and dreams, and he was also convinced that the future exists.
In the blink of an eye, half a century passed, and all his "confirmations" came true. At this time, he will feel that he is lucky. Although he has endured countless difficulties and sufferings, even though he has experienced countless sufferings and tortures, he is still lucky. Is not it?
After a turn, Lan Li’s car had disappeared from the end of the field of vision, but Dell still didn’t take back his gaze. He just stood there blankly, waiting for a long time, as if he could still hear the sound of the engine in his ears. It wasn't until those noises all disappeared to be satisfied.
Dale turned around and walked over to his seat. After slowly taking a seat, he opened the letterhead in his hand. It was densely packed with words. He had to look through his shirt pocket to find the reading glasses and put them on his nose. But I still couldn't read the handwriting, so I pulled out the reading glasses again, so that I could recognize the handsome handwriting.
"To my dear Dell,
Thanks to our brief conversation, once again made me feel that the so-called true "love" has nothing to do with age, gender, class, nationality, race, etc., or even with the object of hobbies, it is just about sincerity. Every sincere and enthusiastic heart is commendable.
Just like the sun, like the ocean, like the forest, like the glacier... these gifts from nature, the sincere heart of a child is also a gift from life, reminding us all the time: life Meaning has no correct answer, only one's own interpretation and interpretation, only one's own answer, which cannot be copied or plagiarized. This is a little secret that belongs to oneself.
I like your answer.
So, I prepared a small gift for you, I hope you will always be happy.
Note, if you are interested, after one or two years, you can ask your children and ask them to search for the name on iTunes or Spotify. There may be unexpected surprises; I can’t guarantee the time limit, but I promise , The gift is always exclusive to you. "
Below this paragraph, another paragraph is attached.
Dale was a little surprised. He couldn't distinguish carefully whether the text was a poem or a line or something, but he still read it carefully.
"Gift to Dell, a person who loves life.
Hello, My-Old-Heart (Hello, My-Old-Heart), how are you? Are you still beating in my chest? I have been worrying, you have not moved, almost no longer beating.
Oh, don’t leave me here alone, don’t tell me, we have grown up, we have loved each other briefly; oh, I don’t want to be alone again, I want to find a home, I want to share with you.
Hello, my original intention, time has been so long since we waved goodbye; every day a stone is piled up on the wall that was cast for you to make sure you are still safe.
Oh, don’t leave me here alone, don’t tell me, we have grown up, we have loved each other briefly; oh, I don’t want to be alone again, I want to find a home, I want to share with you.
Hello, my original intention, whether it is safe and sound, how to put on the shackles. Please don't worry about it. It's safe inside. You really don't beat anymore, but you will never be broken.
There is no such thing as eternity. Some things are not destined, but you will never find the answer until you release your original intention again. Until... you release your original intention again.
Hello, my original intention. "
Carefully and seriously, Dell read this over and over twice, and then couldn’t help but read it softly, word by word, a little slow, some sluggish, but slowly felt those words on his lips and teeth. The beating between is as simple and timeless as the same poetry.
Reading, reading...Dale's eyes moistened, "How are you, my original intention", just such a simple and so light greeting, but it made the tip of the tongue appear with mixed flavors, and I couldn't find one accurately. He just couldn't help laughing, and then couldn't help crying again.
His friends always say that he is a madman. I don’t know the so-called incomprehensible madman. He likes some weird movies or watching superhero movies like young people. I like to go to the cinema to watch those meaningless movies, tinker with trivial things that don't match the age, and pursue the art that the young literary and artistic youths in the big cities like, so that they are out of touch with society.
His friends always say that he is an outsider, black people should like jazz and souls, they should get married and have children when they are 30, they should retire and drink alcohol when they are 60, Cincinnati should reject the obsession of the East Coast, and the poor should give up Art and life should be down-to-earth, and dreams should belong to the rich...one by one, they should be firmly attached to them, and then they should live step by step.
But, who stipulated this? What should be done at what age? What sex, race, class, and culture should do? Isn't this the shackles that those rulers/classes put on them layer by layer? Why should they follow it? Who stipulates that life can only have one color and one way? Who is it that stipulates that death should be accepted before it comes? Is it necessary to comply with the regulations?
But isn't this his own life?
They don’t know what he cares about, he doesn’t care what they care about. He and them are already old and don’t have the energy to resent and fight each other. So, he and them accept their differences, chattering and stumbling. Support each other, but no longer interfere with each other.
But they can't understand each other.
Although they are friends, they are just friends. Their hobbies are very different. Apart from sitting and drinking small wines occasionally, they can't talk about each other at all; however, he is quite contented and immersed in In my own world, I can always find the happiness of small days——
He has entered the soil half of his body, experienced years of isolation, experienced species/ethnicity/riots/movements, experienced natural disasters and man-made disasters, he has already seen it, and it is rare that he has a little hobby, and it costs six dollars a piece. Isn’t the movie ticket more economical and more cost-effective than a bottle of beer?
He thought he didn't care, he thought he could enjoy his life, he thought he could be invulnerable, but reading this poem over and over again at this time, he once again felt the strong and powerful heartbeat in his chest, once, again, It hit his chest so hard that he realized that he was still alive.
Dale couldn't help but leaned on the back of the chair, closed his eyes, and muttered softly, "Hello, my original intention." Then, the smile at the corner of his mouth rose slightly, bursting into a happy smile. , "There is no such thing as eternity. Some things are not destined, but you will never find the answer until you release your original intention again."
Old-Heart.
Dale’s voice fell on the "Old", a long, long tail, and then gradually fell asleep, in the dream, he dreamed of "Inception", and he became The male protagonist Cobb, a guy who can implant dreams, is young again, and he can even walk away.
Movies always possess such a magical power, which records all fantasy between light and shadow. Even the most unrealistic, wildest and most bizarre fantasies may seem to become reality. Who can reject movies?
That afternoon, Dell had a beautiful dream, a long and happy dream; after waking up from his sleep, Dell carefully folded the letterhead and put it away. Dell didn’t tell anyone about this. He also didn't want to tell anyone:
Because that was a sweet dream of him, a moment dedicated to him.
Just like Alice in Wonderland, she entered a magical world and saw countless strange things. When she woke up from sleep, no one would believe her words even if she told other people; but she herself knew all that. It all happened in real.
Real life is always like this: when Alice grew up ~www.novelhall.com~ she forgot about the Mad Hatter; when Christopher-Robin grew up, he forgot about Winnie the Pooh; when Mike and Jane grew up, They forgot Mary-Poppins, we just forgot the unrealistic fantasy of childhood, and then told ourselves that this was the price of growing up, but we didn’t know that we had lost the most. Beautiful self.
Therefore, he is lucky. At the end of his life, he still remembers the pure and sincere self, and he can still see the "Wonderland".
He had a strange hunch that that day was an insignificant but shining moment in the long river of human growth. He saw the truest and most free self, the most beautiful and happiest self, and the most relaxed and most relaxed moment. Comfortable himself, he likes moments like that.
That was the secret between him and Lan Li. He miserly didn't want to tell others, "Shhh."
Note: Hello, my original intention (Hello, My-Old-Heart——The-Oh-Hellos)
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Dale stood in place, watching Lan Li's car drift away, and the smile on the corner of his mouth rose, "He is such a good boy."
Not because of this gift, but because of his eyes and smile, there is a kind of pure sincerity, it will not deceive. This reminds Dell of the first time he saw a big screen in a movie theater-
Even if all white people hate them, even if they are stuffed into the corner of society like mice, even if they have no dignity or freedom at all, even if they are facing life danger all the time, even if their existence is The whole society dismissed it with contempt... But as long as the dream and the world that belonged to him began when the movie started, nothing else matters.
At that moment, he was convinced that he was alive, he was convinced that the world still has beauty and dreams, and he was also convinced that the future exists.
In the blink of an eye, half a century passed, and all his "confirmations" came true. At this time, he will feel that he is lucky. Although he has endured countless difficulties and sufferings, even though he has experienced countless sufferings and tortures, he is still lucky. Is not it?
After a turn, Lan Li’s car had disappeared from the end of the field of vision, but Dell still didn’t take back his gaze. He just stood there blankly, waiting for a long time, as if he could still hear the sound of the engine in his ears. It wasn't until those noises all disappeared to be satisfied.
Dale turned around and walked over to his seat. After slowly taking a seat, he opened the letterhead in his hand. It was densely packed with words. He had to look through his shirt pocket to find the reading glasses and put them on his nose. But I still couldn't read the handwriting, so I pulled out the reading glasses again, so that I could recognize the handsome handwriting.
"To my dear Dell,
Thanks to our brief conversation, once again made me feel that the so-called true "love" has nothing to do with age, gender, class, nationality, race, etc., or even with the object of hobbies, it is just about sincerity. Every sincere and enthusiastic heart is commendable.
Just like the sun, like the ocean, like the forest, like the glacier... these gifts from nature, the sincere heart of a child is also a gift from life, reminding us all the time: life Meaning has no correct answer, only one's own interpretation and interpretation, only one's own answer, which cannot be copied or plagiarized. This is a little secret that belongs to oneself.
I like your answer.
So, I prepared a small gift for you, I hope you will always be happy.
Note, if you are interested, after one or two years, you can ask your children and ask them to search for the name on iTunes or Spotify. There may be unexpected surprises; I can’t guarantee the time limit, but I promise , The gift is always exclusive to you. "
Below this paragraph, another paragraph is attached.
Dale was a little surprised. He couldn't distinguish carefully whether the text was a poem or a line or something, but he still read it carefully.
"Gift to Dell, a person who loves life.
Hello, My-Old-Heart (Hello, My-Old-Heart), how are you? Are you still beating in my chest? I have been worrying, you have not moved, almost no longer beating.
Oh, don’t leave me here alone, don’t tell me, we have grown up, we have loved each other briefly; oh, I don’t want to be alone again, I want to find a home, I want to share with you.
Hello, my original intention, time has been so long since we waved goodbye; every day a stone is piled up on the wall that was cast for you to make sure you are still safe.
Oh, don’t leave me here alone, don’t tell me, we have grown up, we have loved each other briefly; oh, I don’t want to be alone again, I want to find a home, I want to share with you.
Hello, my original intention, whether it is safe and sound, how to put on the shackles. Please don't worry about it. It's safe inside. You really don't beat anymore, but you will never be broken.
There is no such thing as eternity. Some things are not destined, but you will never find the answer until you release your original intention again. Until... you release your original intention again.
Hello, my original intention. "
Carefully and seriously, Dell read this over and over twice, and then couldn’t help but read it softly, word by word, a little slow, some sluggish, but slowly felt those words on his lips and teeth. The beating between is as simple and timeless as the same poetry.
Reading, reading...Dale's eyes moistened, "How are you, my original intention", just such a simple and so light greeting, but it made the tip of the tongue appear with mixed flavors, and I couldn't find one accurately. He just couldn't help laughing, and then couldn't help crying again.
His friends always say that he is a madman. I don’t know the so-called incomprehensible madman. He likes some weird movies or watching superhero movies like young people. I like to go to the cinema to watch those meaningless movies, tinker with trivial things that don't match the age, and pursue the art that the young literary and artistic youths in the big cities like, so that they are out of touch with society.
His friends always say that he is an outsider, black people should like jazz and souls, they should get married and have children when they are 30, they should retire and drink alcohol when they are 60, Cincinnati should reject the obsession of the East Coast, and the poor should give up Art and life should be down-to-earth, and dreams should belong to the rich...one by one, they should be firmly attached to them, and then they should live step by step.
But, who stipulated this? What should be done at what age? What sex, race, class, and culture should do? Isn't this the shackles that those rulers/classes put on them layer by layer? Why should they follow it? Who stipulates that life can only have one color and one way? Who is it that stipulates that death should be accepted before it comes? Is it necessary to comply with the regulations?
But isn't this his own life?
They don’t know what he cares about, he doesn’t care what they care about. He and them are already old and don’t have the energy to resent and fight each other. So, he and them accept their differences, chattering and stumbling. Support each other, but no longer interfere with each other.
But they can't understand each other.
Although they are friends, they are just friends. Their hobbies are very different. Apart from sitting and drinking small wines occasionally, they can't talk about each other at all; however, he is quite contented and immersed in In my own world, I can always find the happiness of small days——
He has entered the soil half of his body, experienced years of isolation, experienced species/ethnicity/riots/movements, experienced natural disasters and man-made disasters, he has already seen it, and it is rare that he has a little hobby, and it costs six dollars a piece. Isn’t the movie ticket more economical and more cost-effective than a bottle of beer?
He thought he didn't care, he thought he could enjoy his life, he thought he could be invulnerable, but reading this poem over and over again at this time, he once again felt the strong and powerful heartbeat in his chest, once, again, It hit his chest so hard that he realized that he was still alive.
Dale couldn't help but leaned on the back of the chair, closed his eyes, and muttered softly, "Hello, my original intention." Then, the smile at the corner of his mouth rose slightly, bursting into a happy smile. , "There is no such thing as eternity. Some things are not destined, but you will never find the answer until you release your original intention again."
Old-Heart.
Dale’s voice fell on the "Old", a long, long tail, and then gradually fell asleep, in the dream, he dreamed of "Inception", and he became The male protagonist Cobb, a guy who can implant dreams, is young again, and he can even walk away.
Movies always possess such a magical power, which records all fantasy between light and shadow. Even the most unrealistic, wildest and most bizarre fantasies may seem to become reality. Who can reject movies?
That afternoon, Dell had a beautiful dream, a long and happy dream; after waking up from his sleep, Dell carefully folded the letterhead and put it away. Dell didn’t tell anyone about this. He also didn't want to tell anyone:
Because that was a sweet dream of him, a moment dedicated to him.
Just like Alice in Wonderland, she entered a magical world and saw countless strange things. When she woke up from sleep, no one would believe her words even if she told other people; but she herself knew all that. It all happened in real.
Real life is always like this: when Alice grew up ~www.novelhall.com~ she forgot about the Mad Hatter; when Christopher-Robin grew up, he forgot about Winnie the Pooh; when Mike and Jane grew up, They forgot Mary-Poppins, we just forgot the unrealistic fantasy of childhood, and then told ourselves that this was the price of growing up, but we didn’t know that we had lost the most. Beautiful self.
Therefore, he is lucky. At the end of his life, he still remembers the pure and sincere self, and he can still see the "Wonderland".
He had a strange hunch that that day was an insignificant but shining moment in the long river of human growth. He saw the truest and most free self, the most beautiful and happiest self, and the most relaxed and most relaxed moment. Comfortable himself, he likes moments like that.
That was the secret between him and Lan Li. He miserly didn't want to tell others, "Shhh."
Note: Hello, my original intention (Hello, My-Old-Heart——The-Oh-Hellos)
Dale stood in place, watching Lan Li's car drift away, and the smile on the corner of his mouth rose, "He is such a good boy."Not because of this gift, but because of his eyes and smile, there is a kind of pure sincerity, it will not deceive. This reminds Dell of the first time he saw a big screen in a movie theater-Even if all white people hate them, even if they are stuffed into the corner of society like mice, even if they have no dignity or freedom at all, even if they are facing life danger all the time, even if their existence is The whole society dismissed it with contempt... But as long as the dream and the world that belonged to him began when the movie started, nothing else matters.At that moment, he was convinced that he was alive, he was convinced that the world still has beauty and dreams, and he was also convinced that the future exists.In the blink of an eye, half a century passed, and all his "confirmations" came true. At this time, he will feel that he is lucky. Although he has endured countless difficulties and sufferings, even though he has experienced countless sufferings and tortures, he is still lucky. Is not it?After a turn, Lan Li's car had disappeared from the end of the field of vision, but Dell still didn't take back his gaze. He just stood there blankly, waiting for a long time, as if he could still hear the sound of the engine in his ears. It wasn't until those noises all disappeared to be satisfied.Dale turned around and walked over to his seat. After slowly taking a seat, he opened the letterhead in his hand. It was densely packed with words. He had to look through his shirt pocket to find the reading glasses and put them on his nose. But I still couldn't read the handwriting, so I pulled out the reading glasses again, so that I could recognize the handsome handwriting."To my dear Dell,Thanks to our brief conversation, once again made me feel that the so-called true "love" has nothing to do with age, gender, class, nationality, race, etc., or even with the object of hobbies, it is just about sincerity. Every sincere and enthusiastic heart is commendable.Just like the sun, like the ocean, like the forest, like the glacier... these gifts from nature, the sincere heart of a child is also a gift from life, reminding us all the time: life Meaning has no correct answer, only one's own interpretation and interpretation, only one's own answer, which cannot be copied or plagiarized. This is a little secret that belongs to oneself.I like your answer.So, I prepared a small gift for you, I hope you will always be happy.Note, if you are interested, after one or two years, you can ask your children and ask them to search for the name on iTunes or Spotify. There may be unexpected surprises; I can't guarantee the time limit, but I promise , The gift is always exclusive to you. "Below this paragraph, another paragraph is attached.Dale was a little surprised. He couldn't distinguish carefully whether the text was a poem or a line or something, but he still read it carefully."Gift to Dell, a person who loves life.Hello, My-Old-Heart Hello, My-Old-Heart, how are you? Are you still beating in my chest? I have been worrying, you have not moved, almost no longer beating.Oh, don't leave me here alone, don't tell me, we have grown up, we have loved each other briefly; oh, I don't want to be alone again, I want to find a home, I want to share with you.Hello, my original intention, time has been so long since we waved goodbye; every day a stone is piled up on the wall that was cast for you to make sure you are still safe.Oh, don't leave me here alone, don't tell me, we have grown up, we have loved each other briefly; oh, I don't want to be alone again, I want to find a home, I want to share with you.Hello, my original intention, whether it is safe and sound, how to put on the shackles. Please don't worry about it. It's safe inside. You really don't beat anymore, but you will never be broken.There is no such thing as eternity. Some things are not destined, but you will never find the answer until you release your original intention again. Until... you release your original intention again.Hello, my original intention. "Carefully and seriously, Dell read this over and over twice, and then couldn't help but read it softly, word by word, a little slow, some sluggish, but slowly felt those words on his lips and teeth. The beating between is as simple and timeless as the same poetry.Reading, reading...Dale's eyes moistened, "How are you, my original intention", just such a simple and so light greeting, but it made the tip of the tongue appear with mixed flavors, and I couldn't find one accurately. He just couldn't help laughing, and then couldn't help crying again.His friends always say that he is a madman. I don't know the so-called incomprehensible madman. He likes some weird movies or watching superhero movies like young people. I like to go to the cinema to watch those meaningless movies, tinker with trivial things that don't match the age, and pursue the art that the young literary and artistic youths in the big cities like, so that they are out of touch with society.His friends always say that he is an outsider, black people should like jazz and souls, they should get married and have children when they are 30, they should retire and drink alcohol when they are 60, Cincinnati should reject the obsession of the East Coast, and the poor should give up Art and life should be down-to-earth, and dreams should belong to the rich...one by one, they should be firmly attached to them, and then they should live step by step.But, who stipulated this? What should be done at what age? What sex, race, class, and culture should do? Isn't this the shackles that those rulers/classes put on them layer by layer? Why should they follow it? Who stipulates that life can only have one color and one way? Who is it that stipulates that death should be accepted before it comes? Is it necessary to comply with the regulations?But isn't this his own life?They don't know what he cares about, he doesn't care what they care about. He and them are already old and don't have the energy to resent and fight each other. So, he and them accept their differences, chattering and stumbling. Support each other, but no longer interfere with each other.But they can't understand each other.Although they are friends, they are just friends. Their hobbies are very different. Apart from sitting and drinking small wines occasionally, they can't talk about each other at all; however, he is quite contented and immersed in In my own world, I can always find the happiness of small daysHe has entered the soil half of his body, experienced years of isolation, experienced species/ethnicity/riots/movements, experienced natural disasters and man-made disasters, he has already seen it, and it is rare that he has a little hobby, and it costs six dollars a piece. Isn't the movie ticket more economical and more cost-effective than a bottle of beer?He thought he didn't care, he thought he could enjoy his life, he thought he could be invulnerable, but reading this poem over and over again at this time, he once again felt the strong and powerful heartbeat in his chest, once, again, It hit his chest so hard that he realized that he was still alive.Dale couldn't help but leaned on the back of the chair, closed his eyes, and muttered softly, "Hello, my original intention." Then, the smile at the corner of his mouth rose slightly, bursting into a happy smile. , "There is no such thing as eternity. Some things are not destined, but you will never find the answer until you release your original intention again."Old-Heart.Dale's voice fell on the "Old", a long, long tail, and then gradually fell asleep, in the dream, he dreamed of "Inception", and he became The male protagonist Cobb, a guy who can implant dreams, is young again, and he can even walk away.Movies always possess such a magical power, which records all fantasy between light and shadow. Even the most unrealistic, wildest and most bizarre fantasies may seem to become reality. Who can reject movies?That afternoon, Dell had a beautiful dream, a long and happy dream; after waking up from his sleep, Dell carefully folded the letterhead and put it away. Dell didn't tell anyone about this. He also didn't want to tell anyone:Because that was a sweet dream of him, a moment dedicated to him.Just like Alice in Wonderland, she entered a magical world and saw countless strange things. When she woke up from sleep, no one would believe her words even if she told other people; but she herself knew all that. It all happened in real.Real life is always like this: when Alice grew up ~www.novelhall.com~ she forgot about the Mad Hatter; when Christopher-Robin grew up, he forgot about Winnie the Pooh; when Mike and Jane grew up, They forgot Mary-Poppins, we just forgot the unrealistic fantasy of childhood, and then told ourselves that this was the price of growing up, but we didn't know that we had lost the most. Beautiful self.Therefore, he is lucky. At the end of his life, he still remembers the pure and sincere self, and he can still see the "Wonderland".He had a strange hunch that that day was an insignificant but shining moment in the long river of human growth. He saw the truest and most free self, the most beautiful and happiest self, and the most relaxed and most relaxed moment. Comfortable himself, he likes moments like that.That was the secret between him and Lan Li. He miserly didn't want to tell others, "Shhh."Note: Hello, my original intention Hello, My-Old-HeartThe-Oh-Hellos
