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Today was November 2nd, a special day, and the last Beatles song, Now And Then, had been released.
Paul always wanted to finish this song, and in the end, with the help of technology, this song was going to meet everyone.
I really wish you could listen to this one last song, John.
Paul gently looked at John's photo.
You could hear this song, right?
Paul smiled sweetly, but his beautiful eyes were filled with tears.
I miss you so much.
"Really?"
A familiar voice came from afar.
Paul found himself suddenly floating in the air, his bedroom was covered in a thick blanket of white fog, and he couldn't see anything clearly. At this moment, a red rope appeared beside him. Although Paul was not sure what had happened, he chose to grab a hold of the red rope, which may be the only way out of the dilemma.
Where would the red rope lead him? Paul was very curious.
The fog finally disappeared, and Paul still grasped that red rope.
He came to a room.
Paul carefully observed the surroundings, and the place looked very familiar.
This was the hotel that he and John stayed at during the first trip to Paris!!!
"John?" Paul yelled.
But no one responded to him.
Paul stood there silently, and he felt so disappointed.
Wait! The red rope is still in my hand!!
Paul decided to keep walking and find out where the red rope came from.
After he opened the bathroom door, Paul saw a person sitting on the toilet. It was John, who was giggling happily.
"Congratulations!!!!!You found me!!!!!"
Paul was astonished.
John's appearance had not changed, his looks remained at the age of forty.
John wanted to stand up, but he accidentally tripped by the rope. As he was about to fall,
Paul caught him.
Paul felt the actual weight.
It's him, it's John, there's no mistake!
"Are you hungry?" John softly patted Paul's shoulder. "I brought some bread, "he said proudly, "I baked it by myself~ ( ⁼̴̀ .̫ ⁼̴́ )✧"
"Hmmmm... I don't know," Paul shrugged. "Maybe, I'm a bit hungry…"
When was the last time I spoke to John? It was long time ago. Paul silently staring at John's face. What should he say? He was thinking. There were so many things he wanted to say, but he didn't know what he should say.
John gave Paul tasty bread, and Paul ate it quietly.
It's really delicious. Paul thought. Should I praise him?
John pushed Paul's shoulder playfully, "Speak something!"
"The bread is delicious!" Paul replied while he slowly chewing the bread.
Actually, Paul was a bit thirsty, but he didn't say anything.
"Oh! I almost forgot!!!" John suddenly shouted.
John put a cup of banana milkshake in front of Paul. "You must need this," he chuckled meaningfully.
Paul also smiled, and he winked at John playfully.
The smell of bread and banana milkshake intertwined.
Paul held the bread in his right hand and tried to find something in his pocket with his left hand.
Hmmm? Where's my phone?
John noticed his action and asked: "Are you looking for something?"
Paul nodded.
John suddenly grabbed Paul's hand and said: "If you're looking for something which is from your world," John shook his head. "Unfortunately, you can't find it."
John seriously stared at Paul's big round eyes.
"Sweet doll, why did you delete the lyrics I wrote?"
John slowly frowned.
Paul could feel his face burning, the golden sunshine passed through the window and fell on his silver hair.
"I…"
John still staring at Paul.
"Did you... listen to that song? "Paul asked uncertainly.
"Yes I did." John nodded solemnly. "The last Beatles song."
Paul looked at John nervously, his heart was pounding with excitement.
Seeing Paul's nervous face, John laugh loudly.
"DON'T BE SO NERVOUS!!!" John rumpled Paul's hair playfully, "I was only teasing you~"
Paul breathed a sigh of relief.
"The string thing is really beautiful." John suddenly became very serious again. "I really like it."
Paul took a pleasant sip of the milkshake and said: "I'm glad to hear you say that."
Paul may seem very sober, but in fact, he was not sober at all. Because John's words simply ignited the fireworks of his heart.
"Your hands are sweating, "John said in a funny voice intentionally.
What?!
Paul wanted to shake his head and deny, but he noticed that John was holding his hand all the time.
I haven't seen him for so many years, and I have a lot of things want to say to him... but why can't I say anything after meeting John? Why does this happen?
"Is your wound still painful? "Paul looked at John sadly.
John remained silent for a moment, "I no longer feel pain…"
"…But it was really painful at that time."
Paul tried to force back his tears, but he failed.
"John, I really miss you."
John put his arm around Paul and embraced him.
"I miss you too."
John gently patted Paul's shoulder and said: "I still remember that day, I came to this completely unknown world with the sound of your song."
Paul knew what he was talking about.
That day, Paul's song "All My Loving" was played in the hospital.
"Although I was very scared, I knew you would be there for me."
John paused for a moment and said: "Since I came here, I've been writing to you almost every day. Although you can't receive the letters, I still insist on writing... that's the reason why... and you've finished the last Beatles song, which is a special spell, so we're allowed to meet each other."
"Can we meet frequently?"
John took a deep breath and shook his head, "No. And when you return to your own world, you will forget everything that happened here."
Paul was about to speak, but saying nothing.
"You can only stay here for one night, "John sighed. "I know you'll forget everything that happened here, but I hope…"
"Let's write songs together!" Paul interrupted John's words.
"I will forget everything that happened here, but you won't."
John nodded.
"We should write songs together, just like many years ago... because songs can stay with you."
Paul had made up his mind. It's OK that I will lose the memory of tonight, the important thing is that I can meet John again, write songs with John again, sing with John again...This is something eternal.
"Do you have a guitar?"
John smiled and said: "Hahahaha?? What stupid question are you asking about? Of course I have a guitar!!!!! And I have a lot of guitars!!!"