The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1467 Ups and Downs
"I look forward to it, saving all my precious time..." (Note 1)

Deep, magnetic, with a hint of sadness and bitterness, just like coffee and cigarettes in the afternoon, slowly spreading on the tip of the tongue, dragging the heart slowly down.

"I feel bleak and miss the past..."

Memories are like tides, slowly seeping out in the cold and turbulent piano keys, silently submerging the soles of my shoes, but before I can react -

Ankle. Calf. Knee.

The layers of memory fragments that surged in had already drowned him, and he was already stuck in the mud before he even had the chance to escape.

"When the truth is known, it is too late. I have to leave it to fate and everything will vanish into thin air..." It rises gently and then falls slowly, "Tell me, are you willing to change your mind? I need someone to dismantle my armor..." It tears gently and then falls slowly, "Oh, tell me, are you willing to change your mind?"

Ups and downs, twists and turns, the pronunciation rises and falls between the notes, bitterness tinges the voice, inadvertently revealing a bit of hoarseness, sad but not hurtful, the sound of the piano keys seems to be colliding with the singing, the tearing in the sonorous sound reveals a bit of blood, and the indescribable confusion roars on the eardrums.

However, when he looked up, he saw the corners of Anson's mouth slightly raised, with a hint of sigh and sarcasm; his eyelashes like coral thorns cast a shadow, covering the light in his eyes, and the indescribable loss and helplessness seemed to be looming in the sound of the ebb and flow of the waves.

The next second, the melody rises, the verse cuts into the chorus, and the sound of the piano keys flows out gently and violently.

"But no matter what, hold me while you wait..."

Suddenly, Mike turned his head to look at Dustin. This—

Are you sure you're not referring to them?

On the surface, this is a love song, where the lover is hesitating whether to break up, but he doesn't want to, and he tries his best to keep the other person.

However, the lover was not convinced and was hesitating, struggling and wandering.

So he said, wait, wait a little longer, and while he was thinking about the answer, he held me tightly, allowing me to absorb some warmth.

If you chew and savor it carefully, it seems more like a song that depicts the mood of Warner Records.

If they didn't believe it, even Dustin himself didn't expect that he would hug Anson so hard, twice, they would almost think that Anson's lyrics were specifically directed at them.

For a moment, Mike and Dustin were both stunned, staring at Anson in amazement, their minds, which had already been caught up in the storm, were completely disarmed.

"I hope I am perfect. It would be great if I could wake you up. My love, my love, my love, my love, my love. Can you wait a little longer?"

Gently, just enough, no high notes, no roars, no releases, but behind the light interpretation one can feel the continuously suppressed emotions.

Suppress, and suppress again.

Control, and control again.

It's almost overflowing.

"This is you, this is me, this is what we need, even if my faith is shaken, I still believe it."

Softly and slowly, the piano sound almost disappeared, but the light notes became more and more turbulent. It felt like a bathtub full of water. When the plug was pulled, the water began to flow out, faster and faster, forming a vortex in the sewer, like a tornado.

The water flow is getting less and less, the air flow is weakening, but the speed of the tornado is getting faster and faster, and even the sound of gurgling flow can be heard.

Slow, but fast.

Quiet, yet turbulent.

This is what happened before my eyes. Anson's singing slowed down, but the jumping movements of his fingertips on the black and white keys became shorter and higher in frequency.

Involuntarily, the heart beat faster and faster as the two forces pulled it apart.

"This is you, this is me, this is what we need, so why don't you stay..."

A trace of struggle, gently stretched out and stretched out in the ending tone. It is not just one emotion, but one can feel the pull and entanglement of complex emotions.

There is no extra accompaniment, just relying on the piano, the clear and pure piano, transparently and clearly reflecting every detail of the emotion. In an instant, it cuts off the breath.

Neither Mike nor Dustin realized this, they just stared with wide eyes and held their breath.

The next second, the fingertips slammed hard against the black and white keys, and the melody of the notes burst out like a torrential rain, and the whole space was filled with a roar.

scared.

Take a deep breath.

"Hold me tight while you wait."

Pleading, struggling, begging, even asking for help.

"I hope I am perfect. It would be great if I could wake you up. My love, my love, my love, my love, my love. Can you wait a little longer?"

"I hope you can care more, I hope you can tell me earlier, my love my love my love my love, my love, can you wait a little longer..."

Thump thump thump, the sound of piano keys, a full-scale flood release.

In the elongated ending, the emotions that had been suppressed again and again finally erupted completely. It seemed that one could feel the vomiting deep in the soul, venting all of oneself without reservation, all the fragility and timidity, all the struggle and pain, and all the wounds that had been carefully hidden.

"Wait a moment..."

Climbing, climbing, and climbing again, after one octave, the emotions are fully released in the sound and keys, but it still continues to climb, the second octave.

Then, the third octave.

Anson sat in front of the piano, his hands resting on the black and white keys. Even though the melody had long since disappeared, his singing continued to tear.

It was surging and overwhelming, and all the emotions that had been hidden deep in the soul for a long time surged up again.

So sad.

However, I couldn't cry. I was so sad and in so much pain. My wounds were numb and there was only emptiness. I sat there quietly, feeling the dullness and depression as my heart curled up into a ball. Even if I opened my mouth wide, I couldn't breathe any oxygen.

The tide of notes had already submerged the knees, and continued to rise silently, submerging the waist and chest. By the time I realized it, it was too late. In a flash, it submerged the neck, mouth, and head, and then disappeared into the boundless blue.

In depression and sorrow, falling into despair.

The wound quietly hidden deep in memory blooms into a flower.

After three high notes, I took a deep breath. The emotions hanging high in the air did not land. Although they were softer and fell back, the emotions hidden behind the melody became mellower and deeper. I hummed again, "Wait a moment..."

Long, profound, and resounding.

Anson's voice seems to carry its own story. Those mixed tastes and rich experiences are quietly narrated between the black and white keys, laying out a picture.

"My love my love my love my love..." The song has ups and downs, twists and turns, and one can still feel the power of emotions in the repetitive lyrics, like a heavy punch, hitting the heart hard.

And then, it just fell and sank.

In the boundless blue, in the unfathomable sea.

In my ears, only Anson's bitter voice was singing, "Wait a moment..."

Little by little, it fades away, until finally, it disappears completely, but evolves into a melody hovering above the soul, echoing constantly.

Note 1: Hold-Me-While-You-Wait (Lewis-Capaldi)

(End of this chapter)