King of Stage

Rumble!

Rumble!

Everyone thought that the volcano whose energy had erupted had already erupted, the temperature was gradually settling down, the volcanic ash floating in the air and the magma that had not completely cooled down were spreading wantonly, and the residual heat could still make the surrounding area noisy; , what is surging in the air is not residual heat, a new wave of magma eruption is brewing again, and the orange-red magma has begun to bubbling.

As a result, the stunned and curious gaze could not help but cast the past again: What happened?

The bustling people walking on the street could vaguely feel the hot atmosphere, as if they could hear the sound of the air boiling and bubbling. Inadvertently, their eyes drifted towards the direction of the bar, and there was a touch of surprise in their eyes——

"There is still so much energy?"

Duncan Turner did not hide his surprise at all. Standing in the early five o'clock in the morning, he only felt that he was top-heavy and almost unable to stand still. It seemed that when a gust of wind blew, he would directly fall a big somersault; His brain kept protesting, and the "sleep, sleep, sleep" alarm was flashing dazzling red, but it was hypnotizing bit by bit, his eyelids had already started to fight, and he was about to lose his footing.

In fact, at two o'clock in the morning, Duncan couldn't bear it any longer. The main reason was that he had been carnival for most of the night. His energy had already been exhausted, and he couldn't even keep up with his physical strength. With drowsy steps, he left the old blacksmith bar and rushed to the coffee shop on the corner of the street. After drinking a bottle of Red Bull, he poured two more cups of black coffee, which made him a little more awake.

But only a little.

Originally, Duncan was only planning to rest for 20 minutes, but in the end, he seemed to be glued to the chair, and his head could feel the call from the table——

Like never before, Duncan is feeling the drain of age. Twenty minutes turned into one hour, and then turned into two hours. He just sat on the spot like this, not even wanting to move a finger, and the time had lost its meaning, and then it was already five o'clock in the blink of an eye.

But he felt that his body and energy still hadn't recovered, and his muddled brain was still a mess.

After all, Duncan gave up his plan to party until dawn. Even though he didn't want to admit it, the cruel reality is that he is not twenty years old now, and his plan to enjoy the whole full moon party can only be abandoned halfway. Go home and rest. Wise choice.

Although Duncan was very, very resistant to getting up and leaving, his body seemed to be stuck to the chair and the table, and he always felt that his cheeks could sense the call of the table at any time; but he was worried that he might fall into a deep sleep when he closed his eyes, and then he would not wake up, so Duncan still forced himself to cheer up, say goodbye to the party, and prepare to go home to rest.

However, there is still a strong reluctance in my heart.

After graduating from work, getting married and having children, Duncan's life has entered a step-by-step rhythm, and he doesn't feel much change and freshness in his daily life. The boring life day after day is suffocating him a little bit—not from his wife and Children, nor do they come from work and bosses, they just... can't find vitality and vitality.

It's like boiling a frog in warm water, without noticing the change in temperature, but accelerating towards the end of death.

That day, an unexpected encounter at the "Noon" bar gave Duncan a little inspiration to reawaken the passion and vitality of life. He was only in his early thirties, and he was still many years away from the retirement life. He can also make his life shine, he can also add some color to his life.

He should try again.

So, he decided to come to the full moon party and really participate in the whole process, taking a step carefully.

Duncan told his wife about his plans to attend the full moon party, but concealed his plan to stay up all night until dawn-because he knew what his wife would say,

"You are no longer an eighteen-year-old child, you should learn to grow up..." The wife will definitely not understand or support it.

He just wanted to try and see if he could still break through the stagnant water in his heart.

But...it doesn't matter now, he has decided to give up.

The party is still fun and exciting, but the party at the age of 30 is no longer the same as the party at the age of 18. Not only the body protested, but also the mentality and emotions Change, there's no way to party like an eighteen-year-old anymore.

At the third hour of the party, he wanted to go home; and at the sixth hour, he felt that his eardrums were starting to hurt.

I still remember when he was in college, enjoying the party with his friends, pointing at those suits who just got off work and laughing loudly, and swore that he would never be like that in his life, even when he was thirty, forty, fifty Years old, they also want to carnival until dawn.

Backaches and muscle stiffness are never something they need to worry about. There seems to be inexhaustible energy in the body. A bottle of beer and a can of Red Bull can prove the "perpetual motion machine" It's real, and no matter how tired you are, a good night's sleep can bring you back to normal, refreshed for class, homework, dates, and then a whole new round of rave parties.

And now?

Duncan begins to doubt his decision to go to the Full Moon Party: Is he pushing himself too hard?

No matter what, his wife was right after all, he really couldn't hold on to the end, his knees and muscles had already started to weaken, if he didn't go back, he suspected that he might just lie down in the middle of walking.

Maybe, he should give up those unrealistic fantasies; maybe, he should return to life honestly; maybe, he should learn to accept the calm and ordinary is his future.

Even so, Duncan was still a little reluctant, and there was always a force deep in his heart that was pulling and struggling, and deliberately made a half-circle, passing by the Old Blacksmith Bar, wanting to take a look at it again——

In fact, he also knew that looking twice would not change anything at all, and he would not be able to see anything if he stood outside. In the end, he might just see a familiar street corner scene, no more, no less, but he still made a detour walked over.

At five o'clock in the morning, the streets were still noisy, and the chattering dense crowd didn't seem to have diminished at all, like owls holding a meeting, and then other night owl animals joined the ranks, and the lively conversations and dialogues spread under the creamy yellow street lamps. with.

But even so, you can still feel the tiredness and loneliness gradually settling in the air. The heat and intensity of those chatting and laughing are obviously falling back. The crowd is still turbulent, but the air is no longer boiling. You can even faintly feel that the dawn is approaching. The tranquility of the moment spread quietly amidst the noise.

Then, at this moment, Duncan noticed the billowing heat wave coming from the old blacksmith bar, and the ripples were slowly stirring and spreading layer by layer.