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 even know.

If you can't even recognize yourself, how can you expect your lover to still love yourself beyond recognition?

Therefore, even if you love deeply, you need to keep a little distance and have a little space that belongs to you. Only in this way can you maintain your true self, so that this sincere love can last longer and longer, instead of being as short as fireworks The blooms then disappear.

The reluctance to let go that was so intense that her heart ached, made Alena realize her fragility and fall, and her brain became a little clearer instead.

She knew that Ronan was right, both he and she were gradually losing themselves, and they needed to get back on track and find their familiar selves. Maybe, Ronan is still stuck in the same place now, but at least, she should move on to live, only in this way, Ronan can start again.

The turbulent words swirled on the tip of her tongue, but at this moment Alena realized that those words were meaningless, so she didn't need to say them.

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

poof.

poof.

Calm and stable, fierce and hot.

The smile on the corner of Alena's mouth rose slightly, and then she whispered softly against Ronan's left ear:

Ronan Cooper, I love you.

A confession, the heart is almost about to burst, it is beating wildly and excitedly, even if Alanna knows, Ronan still can't hear it now, but just uttering this sentence from between her lips and teeth, the adrenaline has been completely It was a mess, which made Alena's breathing harden.

He hurriedly distanced himself, fearing that his heartbeat would reveal the secret, his lips skillfully found another softness, and they were entangled together like this.

It was only when they couldn't feel the oxygen in the chest cavity that they reluctantly parted, and then, their foreheads were pressed against their foreheads, and the hot breath lingered and entangled.

"Three weeks, Ronan, I'll be back in three weeks."

Haven't parted yet, already began to miss.

But in the end, Alena still left and took a taxi towards the airport.

Watching the back of the taxi until I can no longer see it,

Ronan turned around and returned to the room. There was still excitement in Nuoda's space that had not completely settled down. It seemed that Alena could vaguely see the figure of Alena wearing her white shirt walking through the hall, but she could already feel the empty space. Nothingness and loneliness, there is a sigh of nowhere to rest.

It is obviously still the same space, but it creates an illusion that it has doubled in size.

"It's good to have a bigger house without spending extra money, and double the happiness."

Ronan made a self-deprecating joke, but standing at the entrance of the hall, he was a little confused, and suddenly didn't know what he should do.

Hula.

When a gust of wind blows, all the sighs, loneliness, and loneliness are blown away, like a hurricane coming. Although you can't hear any sound, you can see the tall palm trees outside the courtyard also bending sideways slightly, just like a hurricane. I can feel the strength of the wind.

Ah, the courtyard back door.

It was only at this moment that Ronan realized that he forgot to close the back door, and a gust of evil wind blew in, instantly creating the effect of flying sand and rocks, and the sky was dark.

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 looking at the wind and waves outside, the lush green and blue bowed their heads with the strong wind, revealing a little bright brown, just like the white waves smashed by the waves on the deep blue ocean, layers of waves in the golden Blooming under the sun, magnificent and magnificent.

Involuntarily, Ronan pictured the sound of the gust of wind in his mind, the door panels and the roof were blown and rattled, the bushes and branches beat each other messily, and the sound of the waves in the distance was like the roar of a giant , Those lifelike sounds make the world come alive.

The violent wind didn't last long, it subsided in less than a minute, and the world returned to calm.

Ronan turned around at this time and saw the hall after the strong wind had ravaged. Some papers that came out of nowhere were blown all over the sky, and some light decorations and books were also deviated from their original positions. It can be seen that the floor lamp next to the sofa is leaning weakly on the back of the sofa, just like Xi Shi is sickly supporting his waist.

"Ah, there's something to do now."

I didn't know what to do just now, but now it's coming soon.

Ronan let out a long breath, and started tidying up from his feet, collecting all the scattered objects, and returning them to their places one by one.

"Where the hell did this come from?"

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

I stood there and glanced at it. There were a bunch of notes, and I hummed a few lines lightly, but it was a brand new melody. Could it be Alena's score?

It wasn't his anyway, because the pattern of his writing was totally different, but the handwriting didn't look like his or Alena's.

So……

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

There weren't many things inside, and they didn't weigh much, so they were overturned when the strong wind swept away, and some scattered things were dumped on the dining table. Those drafts also came from this, and it seems that Alena sorted them out. Things that came out, but forgot to put back in the cabinet.

Could it be the draft sheet music for the Alena Orchestra?

Ronan looked at the objects carefully, and inadvertently saw a familiar thing: a small box of guitar picks, with a grimace sticking out his tongue drawn on the box.

It's his guitar pick, but the box is... Ollie's.

"You forgetful guy, don't borrow picks from Cliff in the future, just leave them here, anyway, every time we help move the drum kit, it's the two of us who contribute, I'll save them for you. "

Ronan seemed to still be able to see Ollie's honest and lovely smiling face.

This is... Ollie's item?

Ronan's eyes fell on the stack of drafts again, and he couldn't help but froze, the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually curved up, how could he completely forget, is it Ollie's handwriting or who?

After the funeral, Ronan's life was drawn into a soundless vacuum world, as if he saw the scene through the eyes of a fish, so bizarre and mysterious that he completely forgot to sort out Ollie's belongings.

Moreover, the One Day King... is already in name only. To be precise, it has actually been disbanded. Seeing Ollie's relics again, there is an illusion as if nothing happened, and it seems that everything happened clearly.

In just three months, the sea has changed, and they can no longer go back.