The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1770 Lingering Sounds for Three Days
"Sailing!"

Anson's voice travels through a cappella, like a small boat in a storm, which may be capsized or swallowed up at any moment.

Those voices were like murmurs, like whispers, coming from the demons deep within my mind.

Looking down, he could almost see countless ghosts in the endless abyss grabbing his ankles, trying to drag him back into the boundless darkness.

"Perhaps I should shout for help... perhaps I should end it all..."

again and again.

Once, and then again.

The tug-of-war between self and evil is in full swing, and Anson's singing voice emerges from the chaos and desolation, faint yet resilient.

"Sailing!"

Gradually, the light singing voice seemed to become more refined and profound, finally gaining strength and finding its direction in this internal struggle.

"Sailing!"

More and more determined, more and more powerful, more and more clear, those murmurs and whispers still linger, yet one can almost feel a force breaking through the soil.

Anson, with his back straight and his steps forward, floats in mid-air, walking on an invisible stage, shouting out his voice without reservation.

"Sailing!"

Clean, crisp, yet bursting with energy, singing at the top of one's lungs.

boom!
In an instant, the universe exploded, a cappella made a full comeback, the drumbeats surged like a summer downpour, comparable to a meteor collision, the energy of the melody was pushed to the extreme, the roaring sound broke through the screen and boiled over everyone's eardrums, and the passion deep in the soul burst forth.

dong dong dong!dong dong dong!
"Sailing!"

It is pain, it is struggle, but it is also nirvana.

"Sailing!"

It is a release, a roar, but also a breakthrough.

The demon continued to whisper, "Perhaps I should cry out for help, perhaps I should end my own life..."

Passion is burning fiercely, "thump thump thump... thump thump thump..."

but!

Amidst the overwhelming darkness and despair, Anson has found himself, using his voice to collide with melodies, to vent his emotions, and to fight against the world.

"Sailing!"

Plop, plop——

Blair's heart was pounding wildly, and for a moment she couldn't tell whether it was her own heartbeat or the drumbeat of the a cappella.

Silently, she seemed to become part of the melody, quietly watching the screen, striking the drumbeats with her soul.

"Dong dong dong! Dong dong dong!"

Blair raised his hands high, raised his arms and shouted, no longer worried or conservative, not caring about other people's opinions, just singing with abandon.

They will not be swallowed by darkness, defeated by difficulties, or destroyed by despair... They still stand in this world in their own way, facing all challenges with composure and courage.

The long night will eventually pass, and the dawn will eventually break. They just need to clench their fists and continue their voyage.

Finally, the melody ended, the performance ended, and everything returned to calm.

Anson had descended slowly from mid-air and landed safely, standing quietly among the empty theater seats. The world had finally become truly quiet.

As you can see, Anson's rapid breathing caused his chest to heave violently, and sweat was slowly streaming down his forehead and cheeks, revealing his visible exhaustion from the relentless exertion. However, in his eyes, he had regained peace and composure, without any turmoil or struggle, and Anson looked directly at the camera with unwavering dignity.

The corners of her mouth turned up slightly, radiant and unrestrained.

The camera zooms in, zooms in again, from medium shot to close-up, leaving no time to catch its breath before moving to a close-up. You can clearly see Anson's azure eyes, their crystalline light shimmering, a faint smile and unrestrained elegance revealed between his brows, captivating the heart.

But it was only for a fleeting moment; the camera then moved forward, directly piercing Anson's eyes—

The world plunged into darkness.

Is it... over? Is the whole video over?

No, no. Listen quietly, and even though the scene is an endless darkness, your ears can still pick up on the little sounds.

That was the sound of the wind and the sound of the waves.

The waves surge gently in the darkness, the sea whispers softly, and the universe opens its arms, offering a place of rest for the soul.

From hearing to sight and back to hearing, it's a smooth, seamless transition, leaving no time to react. You involuntarily close your eyes and listen intently.

The heart pounded in unison with the sound of the waves, the blood was still boiling, the adrenaline was still surging, but the heartbeat slowly slowed down, just like Anson, returning to the ground from the position of being suspended in mid-air, and the feet once again felt the gravity of the earth.

A sense of realism seeped into my body little by little through my feet, and my soul, tossed about in the storm, returned.

"Anson Wood, Dawn Breaks."

October 22nd.

On screen, a line of text slowly appears, while the sounds gradually fade away and finally disappear—

A dream, then awakening.

Finally regaining his senses, Blair couldn't help but take a deep breath, close his eyes, and barely control his surging emotions, his heart almost bursting. When he finally regained his composure and opened his eyes again, he could see a sea of ​​people in front of him.

A dense crowd and neatly arranged vehicles were all parked at the intersection. There were no complaints, no curses, and not even any unusual noises. People stopped in their tracks, temporarily setting aside their busy daily lives, and in less than seven minutes, they disappeared down a rabbit hole.

Those emotions, those shocks, those resonances surged in my eyes, slowly settling into the depths of my soul. Even after returning to reality, the lingering feeling remains.

The sound lingered for three days.

It is likely that for a very long time, the empathy and resonance will remain, deeply imprinted in our bodies.

Later, a New Yorker article described this phenomenon and called Anson's new album release a landmark moment:

"The world briefly lost seven minutes."

Returning to the origins and simplicity, Anson announced his artistic philosophy in just seven minutes, bringing an unprecedented experience from both visual and auditory perspectives, truly allowing every listener/viewer to feel the rhythm of the notes flowing in their blood and beating in their heart, a charm that transcends language.

And, most importantly, it was rolled out across the entire North American continent, truly allowing people to feel the connection that existed offline in the internet age.

No need for the internet or a computer; instead, it's about returning to real life and rediscovering the connection between people in a space that's been gradually ignored and disregarded.

Like a movie theater, like a concert, a group of complete strangers appear in the same space, and for two hours, they experience joy and sorrow, happiness and struggle because of the same thing, and even feel the emotional impact because of the same silence.

This experience is not only precious but also unique, which is precisely what makes cinemas and concerts so special—something that cannot be experienced online.

Those who have actually experienced it firsthand can agree with this.

For example, Blair.

On a busy Friday morning on the streets of New York, the city's hustle and bustle pauses briefly, as people collectively experience seven minutes of shared life amidst the concrete jungle.

An unforgettable experience.

(End of this chapter)