King of Stage

Sometimes, because the love is too deep and too strong, it is easy to lose yourself, and then evolve into a stranger you don't know.

If you can't even recognize yourself, then how can you expect your lover to still love the unrecognizable self?

Therefore, even if you love deeply, you need to keep a little distance and have a little space of your own. Only in this way can you maintain your true self, so that this true love can last longer and longer, rather than as short as fireworks. The bloom disappeared immediately.

It was so intense that the heart was aching to give up, making Alena aware of her fragility and fall, but her brain was a little awake.

She knew that Ronan was right. He and she were gradually losing themselves. They needed to get back on track and find their familiar selves. Perhaps, Ronan is still trapped in the same place, but at least, she should continue to live, only in this way, Ronan can move forward again.

The turbulent words whirled on the tip of her tongue, but at this moment Alena realized that those words had no meaning anymore.

So Alena tightly held Ronan's hands and gently pulled and gently leaned against each other, and the two cuddled with each other, feeling each other's heartbeat through the pulse of their necks.

Puff through.

Puff through.

Calm and stable, fierce and hot.

The smile at the corner of Alena's mouth rose slightly, and then pressed against Ronan's left ear, whispering softly:

Ronan Cooper, I love you.

With a confession, the heart is about to burst, beating wildly and excitedly, even if Alena knows that Ronan still can’t hear it, but just uttering this sentence between her lips and teeth, the adrenaline has been completely It was messy, which made Alena's breath tighten.

I quickly moved away, lest my heartbeat leaked the secret, the lips expertly found another soft, and they were entangled in this way.

He parted reluctantly until he couldn't feel the oxygen in his chest. Then, his forehead was pressed against his forehead, and the hot breath lingered and entangled.

"Three weeks, Ronan, I will be back in three weeks."

Haven't separated, I have already missed it.

But after all, Alena left, taking a taxi towards the airport.

Watching the back of the taxi until he could no longer see it, Ronan turned and returned to the house. There was still a lot of excitement in the big space that had not fully settled down, and it seemed that Alena could still be seen wearing her white. The figure with the shirt walking through the hall can already feel the empty void and loneliness, a kind of sigh of nowhere to put it.

Obviously it is still the same space, but it produces an illusion that it has doubled.

"It's good to be able to own a bigger house without extra money, and double the happiness."

Ronan joked to himself, but standing at the entrance of the hallway, he was a little confused, and suddenly he didn't know what he should do.

Hula.

A gust of wind blows, all the sorrows, the loneliness, and the loneliness are all blown away, just like a hurricane coming, although no sound can be heard, but you can see the tall palm trees outside the courtyard with the appearance of bending slightly sideways, just I can feel the force of the wind.

Ah, the back door of the courtyard.

Only then did Ronan realize that he had forgotten to close the back door, and a gust of demon wind blew in, creating the effect of flying sand and rocks, making the sky dim and dark in an instant.

He hurriedly walked to the courtyard room, hurriedly closed the glass sliding door, and then the room became quiet again, but the footsteps were still reluctant to leave.

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass windows and watching the wind and waves outside, the lush green and blue followed the wind and bowed his head, revealing a little bright brown, just like the white cleaved by the waves on the deep blue ocean, with layers of spray in the gold It blooms under the sun, magnificent and magnificent.

Unexpectedly, Ronan described the sound of hunting in the wind in his mind, the door panels and roof were blown up and down, the grass and branches slapped against each other in a mess, and the sound of waves coming from a distance was like the roar of a giant. , Those lifelike sounds make the world come alive.

The violent wind did not last long, it subsided in less than a minute, and then the world returned to calm.

Ronan turned around at this time and saw the hall after the violent wind was raging. Some papers that did not know where it came from were blown all over the sky. Some light furnishings and books were also deviated from their original positions. You can see that the floor lamp next to the sofa is weakly leaning on the back of the sofa, as if Xi Shi is morbidly supporting his waist.

"Ah, something has been done now."

I didn't know what to do just now, but it's going to happen right away.

Ronan let out a long sigh, began to organize from his feet, collected all the scattered objects, and returned them one by one.

"Where did this come from?"

Ronan saw the draft paper scattered on the sofa on the dining table on the floor. There were question marks all over his head, and he didn't know where it came from.

Standing in the same place and looked at it twice, a bunch of notes, and a few humming words softly, but it was a brand new melody. Could it be Alena's score?

Anyway, it's not his, because the pattern of his creation is completely different, but the handwriting doesn't seem to be his or Alena's.

So……

Then Ronan saw an overturned storage box on the kitchen table.

There are not many things in it, there is no weight, so the wind blows it directly, and some scattered things are dumped on the table. Those drafts are also derived from this, and it seems that Alena should organize it. The things that came out, but forgot to store them back in the cabinet.

Could it be the draft score of the Alena Orchestra?

Ronan looked at the object carefully, and inadvertently saw something familiar: a small box of guitar picks with a tongue-out grimace painted on the box.

This is his guitar pick ~www.readwn.com~ but the box is...Oli's.

"You bastard, don't borrow picks from Cliff in the future, just leave it with me. Anyway, every time we help move the drum set, we both contribute, so I can help you keep it. "

Ronan still seemed to be able to see Ollie's simple and cute smiling face.

This is... Ollie's object?

Ronan's gaze fell on the pile of drafts again, and he was stunned. The arc of the smile at the corner of his mouth rose slowly. How could he forget it at all. Isn't this Ollie's handwriting or who?

After the funeral, Ronan's life was involved in a silent, vacuum world, as if the sight seen through the eyes of a fish was so strange and mysterious that he completely forgot to sort out Ollie's relics.

Moreover, one day the king... is equivalent to being dead in name. To be precise, it is actually disbanded. Seeing Ollie's relic again, there is an illusion as if nothing had happened, and it seemed that everything had happened clearly.

In just three months, the vicissitudes of life have gone, and they can no longer go back.