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"Twenty-seven Club", a romantic and poignant angel club in history. Those talented, arrogant and arrogant geniuses have fallen at the age of twenty-seven. Like an agreement spanning time and space, they join hands to meet each other. At the age of twenty-seven, he ended a splendid and proud life.

Over time, people have such a beautiful wish:

Before the age of twenty-seven years old, run wild and bloom to your heart’s content, leave your own rich and colorful strokes in your short life, boldly try bold adventures, realize the value of life, bloom your own color, truly prove your existence, and then be the best in youth The most brilliant moment freezes.

Perhaps this is the most beautiful and moving appearance of life. Eternity is fixed at its peak, just like the most dazzling star in the night sky, and it becomes eternal in an instant.

It is precisely because of this that the many sentient beings who have longed for it sighed, that they had already missed the opportunity-

"Too-Old-To-Die-Young", because they are too old to die young, the cut-off line of twenty-seven years is much earlier than expected. They have not had time to realize their life value. Missed the opportunity to stay young forever.

Ronan and the others are naturally no exception.

The band once joked that time passed day by day, and they had not much left until they were twenty-seven. This also means that there is less and less time left for them to go down in history. They need to work harder, even last year." I even ridiculed it when I was on tour.

But Ronan really did not expect that Ollie's life would really be fixed at the age of twenty-seven forever.

The sight shifted from the tombstone to the black coffin. The coffin was already sealed at this time, and the inside was not visible. White bouquets were placed on it, daisies, lilies, roses and some unnamed but proudly blooming white flowers. Flowers, holy white and heavy black complement each other, and the golden sunlight makes them look alive.

Ronan's breathing was slightly blocked, and it was really hard for him to imagine Ollie lying in it.

"Oli, this is your last chance to complete the ultimate prank."

You should be like a "terminator", breaking through the coffin, turning out to be born, and then looking at the sad and stunned faces around you, with a belly laugh, "You are all fooled! Happy April Fools' Day!"

If you come out now, I won't be angry.

Ronan stared deeply at the black, a touch of bitterness glided across his eyes, then took a deep breath, came to the position of the tombstone, and turned to look at the bustling crowd in front of him.

Now, it is his turn to give a speech.

Ronan took out a folded letterhead from his pocket. He has been obsessed recently, and his time has always been messed up. To be on the safe side, he wrote the manuscript in advance and prepared to recite it directly at the funeral.

However, when he raised his head, Ronan saw Ollie's mother.

It was an ordinary middle-aged woman with a decent dress. From the wrinkles and cracked fingers at the corners of her eyes, she could see the deep imprint of the years on her body, but at this time, she still stubbornly straightened her waist and tried her best to hide her own Sorrow and pain, seem so lonely in the rustling wind.

Ronan once heard Ollie briefly mentioned his family. He could not remember whether Ollie’s father remarried twice or three times, but he remembered Ollie’s scarred and gloomy childhood memories, drifting to and fro in different cities and different families. Facing different environments, living like weeds.

The only thing that can illuminate Ollie's life is his mother.

"Mother is a gentle woman, but also a timid woman. When her man is drunk, she never dared to fight back, but if her man is about to hit me, she always drags the giant His right leg shouted at me,'Escape, Ollie'. But I was like a fool, waving a baseball bat and rushing up, and the giant slapped me out with just one slap."

Ronan still remembered Olina's bright smile, pointing to a scar above his ear, hidden in his hair.

"Look, this is the medal left at that time."

Then he laughed heartlessly, as if he had never been hurt.

Suddenly, Ronan realized that the funeral was actually not held for the dead, but for the living, in such a way that the living can remember those beautiful moments of the dead.

Look down at the manuscript in your hand--

"Oli Love is a **** bastard, but I chose to forgive him, not because he is handsome, nor because he should live longer but stupidly fixed his life at 27... God The 27th Club is a paradise imagined by a group of whimsical mediocrities. He actually joined that club like this, but because I can't imagine living in a world without Olly Love.

What I want to say is that without Ollie, one day the king would not be born at all; without Ollie, one day the king would have been disbanded as early as eighteen months ago; without Ollie, I don’t even know how to compose songs... "

Obviously, this manuscript is dedicated to Ollie, the true feelings from the heart, but it is not dedicated to the living.

Thinking of this, Ronan folded the opened manuscript again and took a deep breath.

"When Ollie was a child, his mother once told him how to see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain. This is also Ollie's belief..."

Beautiful and warm, inspirational and touching, if published as the soul chicken soup, it should be able to touch countless people, but the strangeness and politeness between the lines can not feel the traces of Ollie at all.

Ronan didn't believe every word in his words.

However, it doesn’t matter, because Ollie’s mother believed it. After all, this strong woman could not hold back her tears. But she still straightened her waist and let the tears fall, as if she could see Ollie’s. Looks like; because the other guests present also believed, then this is a successful funeral.

As for the words that belonged to him and Ollie, you can wait. When he comes to the cemetery alone, he will speak to Ollie without interruption.

"I still remember ten years ago, Ollie looked at me with bright eyes~www.readwn.com~ He said, Ronan, why don't we form a band? So there will be a king for a day."

Ronan finished his speech with such a sentence, raised his head, showing a decent smile, and greeted the sorrowful or solemn or grim eyes of the guests.

Behind the crowd, Ronan seemed to see a familiar figure.

It's Ollie.

Dressed in a white T-shirt and jeans, he was playing with drumsticks in his hand, gently tossed it and caught it smoothly, bathed in a golden sunlight, laughing wantonly and brilliantly, as if he was laughing at Ronan’s restraint. He was serious, wearing a suit and pretending to be holding a shelf like an adult, while he spread his arms and soared freely like a glider.

Light and cheerful footsteps jumped on the grass, the iconic laughter was like thunder, and it burst directly without warning, shocking others, but the smile on the corner of the mouth couldn't help but rise with it. When I get up, I can really feel the pure happiness and joy.

He seemed to be shouting, Ronan, don't kneel down, and enjoy the carnival (Don’t-kneel-down, Just-rise-up).