King of Stage

The moon is sparse and the evening wind is blowing. You can vaguely catch the trivial sound of the river gurgling and flowing in the dense night, but it is destroyed by the sound of drunkards and women cursing, and obscenities penetrate the paper-like walls. The turbulence was surging, and it seemed that the entire building could hear it.

Looking down at the emerald green swimming pool in the courtyard, it was so dry that there was no drop of water. Let alone swimming, if you accidentally fell into it, you might have a bloody head. Mottled walls, falling dead leaves and cracked The sand and soil outline the dilapidated decadence, the pale and pale lights projected into the deep swimming pool, and the huge shadow is like a giant beast crouching at the bottom of the pool, waiting hungry for the passers-by who stumbled.

The hour hand is close to midnight, but the motel is still brightly lit. Standing on the corridor railing on the third floor and looking down, you can see the shadows performing the sufferings of the world like shadow puppets. In the small lights in each room, there is a quiet It tells the hard-to-recite scriptures in every household.

There was a pungent and rotten smell in the air, so that the smell of water from a distance also changed.

"What are you looking at?"

There was a voice behind him, and he didn't need to turn his head to know that it was Ollie. The iconic rhythm of speech couldn't be clearer.

"It's almost midnight, are you sure you don't need to go to bed early? I see that your fever hasn't subsided just now, and you have exhausted all your energy tonight. You need to rest well for tomorrow's performance. No one wants today's It happened again. Are you really okay?"

There is no need for Ronan to speak, Ollie's self-talk can fill all the space, and he will never be left alone.

"What the hell are you looking at? Isn't there a mess of reeds in front of you, and you can't see anything now, not even the reeds at all. Or did you see some young men and women eagerly walking in? Where is it? Tell me, share, what did you see?"

While talking, Ollie stood beside Ronan, bumped Ronan's shoulder with his shoulder, and said with great interest that the topic had completely deviated from the track.

"No." Ronan slightly raised his jaw, indicating a direction.

Ollie followed Ronan's line of sight, widened his eyes and searched hard, but found nothing, and couldn't help complaining, "...To be honest, did you see a UFO?"

A word made the smile on the corner of Ronan's mouth involuntarily rise, and a smile appeared in his eyes, "No, I'm just admiring the night view."

A little bit excited and a little bit excited, just like the Lunar New Year when I was a child, I finally got a new set of clothes, thinking that I can put on new clothes and new shoes to go out and show off, that kind of pure and intense joy can’t be suppressed at all, even lying on the bed I can't help but kick the quilt.

That's what Ronan is now.

Even though the skin is still slightly hot, the fever has not completely subsided, and the exhaustion of the body is protesting, but the spirit is not tired at all, and it is impossible to sleep at all, just want to open the eyes—no matter what is in sight What, he looked carefully and listened carefully, even the treetops blown by the breeze are so beautiful and moving, everything is fresh, everything is beautiful, everything is moving.

"Night scene?" Ollie's head was full of question marks, he didn't understand. So, if the night view in New York is moving, then it's understandable, but the night view in New Orleans?

Then, Ronan's voice came from next to his ear.

"look."

"The sky is full of stars dotted on the cloudless sky, and the black sky is covered with a light peacock blue. It seems that you can see the light trails of the stars falling slowly. It is mysterious and profound, but it is ingeniously related to our world. connect."

"Those dots of orange lights on the ground are telling different stories, the carnival belonging to the city and human beings is singing and laughing, and those yellow lights permeate into the night little by little,

Complementing each other with the stars, it is loud and public. "

"You said, is Van Gogh's 'starry sky' created in this way? He captured the loneliness of the starry sky and the noise of human beings, but endowed the starry sky with vitality, reflecting the loneliness of human beings. When we look up at the starry sky, what are we doing? What are you looking at? Is there someone watching us over there?"

When you calm down, you can see a touch of purple glowing at the intersection of peacock blue and orange, which is coquettish and gorgeous.

There is no need to travel or take risks. Every corner of daily life is full of beauty. Unfortunately, busy fatigue and heavy pressure cover the eyes, often ignoring the ubiquitous splendor and magnificence.

Following Ronan's line of sight, Ollie's eyes flickered slightly in the darkness. After waiting for a moment, his voice broke the quiet silence again, "...So, did you really see the UFO, alien? Everyone came out? Why didn't I see it?"

"Have you heard of the latest NASA research report? Only people with pure hearts can see UFOs and aliens." Ronan replied very seriously.

Ollie looked at Ronan with black lines all over his head, which made Ronan laugh happily, leaning forward and backward, his hearty laughter was like the sound of cleaning glass, and even Ollie burst into laughter , reverberating in the open space of the dilapidated and simple motel, converging with other chaotic sounds, adding a little noise and vitality.

Maxim, who was originally in the room, also came out. Looking at Ronan and Ollie who were laughing heartily, there was a hint of helplessness in his eyes, "You two are really..." You can still laugh, but also I don't know if it's because my heart is too big, or if I don't have a heart, I don't have a sense of crisis at all.

Shaking his head slightly, Maxim still couldn't breathe out the turbid air in his chest, and asked worriedly, "What's next? What are we going to do? What should we do after tomorrow night's performance? Do we need to continue?" ?”

"But, if we don't continue, what else can we do?" Ollie's smile disappeared from the corner of his mouth, and he frowned and expressed his opinion, "We have already signed a contract, and if we breach the contract, the liquidated damages will not be mentioned for the time being. , what about the mess after that? Will there be any other tours looking for us in the future?"

"Do you think there is a future?" Another voice came from behind, and Cliff also appeared, but the low and depressed tone expressed another point of view.

"Cliff, we discussed it last night..." Ollie felt helpless and depressed.

Maxim was more straightforward, glaring at Cliff, "What do you mean? What do you mean without a future? Are you saying that we will disband now?"

"I didn't say that," Cliff retorted.

But Maxim persisted, "Then what on earth do you mean? You keep singing the opposite tune, as if you don't want to see our future at all..."

"That's because we have no future!" Cliff raised his voice and sneered, "Don't you still understand our situation? We are at the end of the road now. It's not that I'm playing against the tune, but because we have There's no choice. Ronan, do you think we should carry on, too?"

His eyes fell on Ronan.