King of Stage

"Why give up an entire forest for a tree?"

The silence could last for too long before it was broken, Maxim’s voice came right in front of him, holding the tablet in his hand, and staggeringly walked over, the eyes that fell on Ollie were still cynical and gorgeous. The glorious and playful words carried Maxim's iconic game world color, lightly jumping.

　　 Ronan raised his gaze and looked at Maxim silently:

Obviously, everyone has their own view of love. Some people like Maxim enjoy the joy of chasing, and others like Ollie who insist on the innocence of their hearts. There is no right or wrong in this book. You only need to respect each other. But Maxim But his ridicule seems out of place, like a spit.

　　 Maxime met Ronan’s gaze innocently and shrugged, “I’m just stating a fact, don’t you mean that too?”

　　 After a pause, Maxim asked again, "Or, do you want Ollie to hang on a tree? Never get out?"

　　 Ronan was dumb, raising his hands to express surrender.

　　 Maxim blew a whistle, "Wow," he seemed to be celebrating that his eloquence actually suppressed Ronan, and his smile was really awkward.

Ollie opened his eyes again and looked at Maxim and Ronan respectively, "I know, I know, you are all for my good, I just need..." Pause, then his eyes fell into confusion again, he too I don't know what I need.

　　 "A woman."

"a little time."

The former is Maxim and the latter is Ronan. The two people’s words collided together, awakening Ollie, and the focus of the collapse regrouped. The smile on the corner of the mouth always kept the upward arc, but the eyes could not feel it. A surging smile, "Maybe you need both."

Maxim can also feel Ollie’s weakness, and can’t help feeling boring-in his opinion, feelings have never been so complicated. To like is to be together, if you don’t like to be separated, it is normal to separate and combine. Why can't wait to define a relationship?

　　 This is also doomed, Maxim can't understand Ollie's troubles.

　　 Maxim stared at Ronan, cast a line of sight, as if to say: I have tried my best.

There was a smile on Ronan’s eyes. He believed that Maxim had done his best. It is estimated that the power of the wild has been used, but he could not help him. He turned his head and looked at Ollie, just as the two people exchanged their sights. , Ollie was once again in a trance, immersed in his thoughts.

　　 It’s hard to stay focused.

　　Huh...

　　 Ronan couldn't help but sighed inwardly.

If emotions can really be like a faucet, you can turn it on and turn it off, then life will be much simpler, many troubles will no longer exist, and the entanglement of reason and emotion will not become an eternal issue of human beings. , But the problem is that things are really not that easy.

　　 Even if Ollie said the words "end", can he really cut the mess in the depths of his heart? This is another subject.

　　 duplicity, this is probably a problem that everyone needs to face.

　　 Maxim turned his mouth at Ronan and asked with his eyes: What should I do?

Today, the band members met, on the one hand to brainstorm the theme of the concert to see if there are any better ideas; on the other hand, to conceive the core theme of the new album, and collect some inspiration to see if Piece together a framework blueprint to determine the direction.

　　 But now, one slammed the door and left to smoke outside, and the other was depressed and absent-minded, what should they do?

　　 Moreover, Maxim's eyes still looked closely at Ronan, as if he was suggesting that there was something wrong with you today.

　　 Obviously, Maxim also noticed Ronan's good mood since entering the recording studio. The unusually good mood seemed to hide some secret. The subtext is that Maxim is the only one dedicated to his work.

　　 This made Ronan roll his eyes. Who is the guy who was late a few days ago?

But before Ronan had time to speak, Ollie seemed to have noticed the silence of the recording studio again. He raised his head and looked at Ronan and Maxim, squeezed a smile and waved his hands again and again, "I'm fine, really. I'm fine, we should start working, and there are still tasks today, right?"

　　 "I'm okay." Ollie emphasized it again, like magic, as if after fifty times and one hundred times, he would really be okay.

Ronan looked at Ollie’s eyes quietly. This time Ollie did not evade, trying to prove to Ronan that he was okay with his eyes, but the fragility deep in his eyes exposed the horse's feet inadvertently, and then he could catch the look in his eyes. A touch of pleading, begged Ronan not to speak out.

He is bad.

　　 At least for now, the wound is still dripping with blood, and there is not enough time to heal. How can he get better right away? But he didn't want to face it, he just wanted to hide in work for a short time, like entering an air-raid shelter.

　　 The shallow sourness spread on the tip of the tongue.

Ronan seems to be able to see the scarred soul deep in Ollie’s eyes. Some things are different after all~www.readwn.com~ Involuntarily, Ronan’s eyes also saddened, and the turbulent emotions are in it. The mind was surging, and then it turned into a gurgling rhythm, just like that.

　　 "You and I are one heart and one body, blooming like moths into the fire; you linger between the lines of my words, but now they are turned away."

Gently, Ronan chanted soft but cold words, like a poem, like a song, without a melody, but could feel the grace and smoothness of the syllables colliding between the lips and teeth, slowly flowing into Ollie’s wounds like a trickle Among them, all of Ollie's lines of defense were already captured before he was caught off guard.

　　 word by word hit Ollie's heart fiercely, expounding the intricate emotions in his heart in a few strokes, too real and too turbulent to breathe.

　　 "You and I are drifting away, savoring the bitterness and bitterness that you left alone; I cut out the whole heart for you, but hit the high wall you built, sparks splashed everywhere."

　　 You, it's Ophelia.

　　 I, it’s Ollie.

　　 Ollie once rushed towards Ophelia with all the energy bursting into flames like moths, but in the end he slammed into the high wall of Ophelia's self-protection and bounced back, scarred and torn apart.

"Splashing sparks", the original meaning is to rebound, but the meaning of bursting and flying is extended between Ronan's words and sentences, as if we can truly see the sadness and pain of Ollie falling apart and disappearing. The power of music and poetry is At this moment, a full release broke out.

　　 Ollie unreservedly cut out his heart and placed it in his palm, waiting for a ray of light to come, but was bounced off by the impact and shattered to the ground.

　　Note 1: Sparks are splashing everywhere