Four Hundred and Twenty Seventh Good Night

Time freezes like this, and the ears can carefully capture all the trivial sounds floating in the air, and amplify them bit by bit——

Plop!

Plop!

Plop!

The sound of the heart hitting the chest surged above the eardrums, because it was too fierce and intense, so that the sound of turbid and heavy breathing was completely ignored, and only the sound of the heartbeat was carefully explored, trying to decipher it like a Morse code Find out the secret message hidden behind the beat.

So, how did things work out? Just like a dream, I can't remember the beginning, so I entered a scene inexplicably, and then fell into it deeply, unable to extricate myself from following the plot, but the ups and downs of the mood are so real, it is breathless.

In a trance, I am in a chaotic space half dreaming and half awake, the sense of reality is condensed at the fingertips, but I am caught in the illusion woven by dopamine mixed with adrenaline, as if... as if flying high in the air, flying lightly among the clouds Walking up and down, the lazy sunshine just sprinkled down like this, comfortable and free, lazy and hazy.

The beating of the heart has also become a kind of enjoyment.

However, the reflection of the face that was close at hand was reflected in the eyes, it was too clear and clear, and one could vaguely feel a static-like numbness flowing along the fingertips all the way to the heart.

The atmosphere is somewhat ambiguous.

Bidong's posture is not as romantic as imagined, but a little awkward, because the distance is too close, so that he can feel the temperature of the breath and the breath of the body, and the sensitivity of the sense of touch and smell makes the beating of the heart lose its original rhythm. The thoughts in the middle brain also fell into a mess.

I could faintly feel the sweat seeping out of my palm, as if a dozen ants were climbing and moving.

How did things develop to this point? There were too many accidents tonight, and the context was lost in the twists and turns again and again.

"...Paparazzi." Ronan reawakened the memory in his mind, trying to explain the reason behind his reckless actions, "There are paparazzi outside the door."

Alena pursed her lips slightly, as if she wanted to laugh, but then she controlled the impulse and said seriously, "I don't think those paparazzi know who I am."

"Aha." Ronan raised his eyebrows lightly, and then realized that he didn't realize this, and he immediately admitted it frankly, "Obviously I wasn't thinking, just thinking: Ah, paparazzi,

I should dodge, or they might eat me alive. But in fact I had no idea what was going to happen, everything was hearsay. "

"I can understand that the paparazzi have been demonized. Entertainment is to the death, profit is paramount, and they will do anything for the news." Alena nodded slightly in agreement, "Obviously, it is also difficult for me to describe the paparazzi in positive words, But I think they're like vultures, they just stare at carrion."

"Dear Miss Alena, are you using rotten flesh to describe the stars of Vanity Fair?" Ronan frowned slightly, made a funny face, and joked.

Alena didn't mind, "In a sense, it's true. When I first entered Vanity Fair, it was still fresh meat, and then it gradually stinks and rots, attracting more and more vultures, and finally one day completely The vultures are not interested in dying, so they just scatter."

Wow!

Sharp and precise, Ronan could not refute, but being unable to refute did not mean acceptance, "So, you are looking at me now, as if you were looking at a piece of rotten meat?"

"At least, you haven't started to stink yet." Alena said frankly without paying any attention.

"Wow, although I know that there is a difference between classical music and pop music, I didn't expect that you would look at us like this." Ronan sighed, his movements became a little more natural, and he lowered Bidong's arm , opened a little distance, and stood facing each other, but the alley was really too narrow, so they still didn't open the distance.

Alena shrugged slightly, "The problem is that you see us in the same way: a group of mummies who are out of date and stubbornly stick to tradition."

"Please don't represent me, I am not one of them." Ronan expressed his position.

"But you and them are a group of people. If you want to break out in pop music, you have to deal with them. Unless you have enough ability to break the rules, you can only follow the rules now." Alena said The words are very thorough, but the understatement can hit the heart.

Ronan found it very interesting. On the one hand, he felt offended and his heart burned. He didn't like Alena's thoughts, so he wanted to refute reflexively; but on the other hand, Alena's frankness and straightforwardness But it was so sincere, completely consistent with Ronan's style of acting, and he had to appreciate Alena's directness.

After thinking about it, "What about you? Can you represent you?" Ronan asked.

Alena still didn't have any special expression changes, "If I say I can't, will you separate me from the classical music group?"

the answer is negative.

Human society is always like this. In fact, everyone knows that individuals are different, but when looking at a group, they always look at it as a whole habitually, and then use a noun to refer to everyone, "popular music" , "classical music", completely ignoring individual differences.

This is true for Ronan, and it is no exception for Alena.

Ronan slightly raised his chin, "So, your collaboration stage with us this time...?"

"You can finish the rest of the sentence." Alena didn't mind at all, "How does this collaboration stage look to classical music? They will obviously think that I have fallen, deviated from the existing track, and made a Betraying their attempts, I have to bow to money."

"Ha." Ronan was immediately amused, cruel and realistic, but Alena's understated tone contained a kind of sarcasm, "Then can they understand?"

"No." Alena shook her head, "Even if you are down on the street, you still need to maintain your dignity and etiquette. This kind of pride in their bones is the meaning of their existence. It's not that they don't understand the progress of the times, they just refuse to merge " After a pause, Alena looked at Ronan curiously, "You must not understand."

"No, on the contrary, I don't like it or support it, but I can understand it, and I even envy it." Ronan said honestly, "Actually, many things in life are like this. Everyone claims to be a smart person. Xu can grasp the pulse of the times to keep up with the pace of the times, walk ahead of others, and then see a more grand blueprint for the future, so it is always easier to change, but sticking to the tradition needs to face more problems.”

"I'm not saying that such stubbornness is correct, but that such pride is rare. Their spirit has almost disappeared in the fast food culture of the Internet age." Ronan is very objective and honest: he does not Like or disapprove, but it does not hinder his admiration.

The smile in Alena's eyes lightly rippled.