Five Hundred and Eighty Fourth, Trapped by Love

Vaguely, Ronan could guess Ophelia's state of mind.

Reuniting with Ollie again is not so much about revisiting friendship or sprouting love, but rather about reminiscing about youth and recalling the past college life. During this weekend of the Coachella Music Festival, I escaped from the rut of current life for a short time and breathed fresh Air, rediscovering the wantonness of youth.

Therefore, Ophelia is very happy to see Ollie again-not because Ollie has pursued her, but because Ollie is part of the memory of the university.

However, the Coachella music festival is coming to an end, and the dream like a mirage is about to wake up, Ophelia is uncontrollably sad and depressed, Ronan's words inadvertently become the fuse, touching Ophelia's heart Sad, she left the party scene, a little embarrassed.

Although Ollie and Ophelia chatted and recalled for a whole night, but at dawn, the dream woke up. Ophelia, like Cinderella, must leave quickly before the magic touches, otherwise... the cold reality will swallow her up again.

They are still them, but they are no longer what they once dreamed of in childhood, and they will never return to the youthful and energetic appearance they used to be in college; therefore, they are no longer what they used to be.

Of course, these are all Ronan's guesses and cannot be confirmed.

Ronan has no way of knowing Ophelia's current life—he doesn't want to find out, and Ronan also has no way of knowing whether Ophelia's attitude towards Ollie is love or friendship, or something in between or something in between. Said...beyond the two—he didn't want to pass judgment on Ollie's behalf either.

It's just... maybe, Ollie also needs to wake up, Ophelia, she is no longer the goddess she was in college.

It was precisely because of this that Ronan reminded him endlessly.

Ollie just froze in place like this, thoughts churning in his mind, as if he understood something.

Ronan didn't bother Ollie, but finished all the potato chips in his hands, then raised his head, bathed in the sun, and watched the crowds who landed and packed away one after another. The Coachella music festival came to an end like this, waiting for a year later reunion.

"Ronan, what should I do?" Ollie's voice came from the side.

Ronan shrugged, "I don't have the right answer."

"Olly..." Ronan hesitated a little, but finally asked, "I just want to say, do you still like Ophelia? Or do you just like the Ophelia in your memory when you were in college?" Filia? Like that perfect image in memory? In fact, Ophelia is also afraid of the same thing—at least in my opinion, but what she thinks, you can only ask yourself.

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Ronan turned his head to look at Ollie, "Ollie, if Ophelia asked the question instead of me, how would you answer it?"

Ollie was dumbfounded, and the affirmative answer of "like" twirled on the tip of his tongue, but staring at Ronan's eyes, the words stopped, as heavy as a thousand weights, after all, he couldn't say it easily, and then the thoughts in his mind rippled Come, stretch out towards the surroundings, chaotic and turbulent.

Ronan didn't continue to press, but just patted Ollie's shoulder lightly, "Don't worry, you and Ophelia have just reconnected, not only you, but Ophelia also need time to sort out their thoughts. Wait When you think about the answer, or when you are ready to face this question, you will have the answer—how should you face Ophelia.”

Perhaps, Ophelia can also find her answer.

But more often than not, more people may never be found.

Ronan has no way of knowing what happened to Ophelia after graduating from university, just like outsiders can't know how King One got here, but Ronan knows that they are all growing up and getting old. Because of this, we should cherish those things that are still hot and shiny.

Like dreams. Such as enthusiasm. Like... love.

However, facing love and facing life, is there really a correct answer?

In fact, everyone hopes to have a formula to lead to a correct answer like a math problem, and then as long as you follow the formula, you can succeed and find happiness, but unfortunately, reality often has no formula and no answer. Love is like this, life The same is true.

Everyone has their own dilemmas and struggles, but other people's life formulas are not suitable for them. More importantly, only you can define the correct answers you need.

Looking at Ollie who was trapped in love, Ronan didn't say anything more. No matter what, he was a bystander after all. How to take that step and how to pursue happiness still needed Ollie's own efforts; what's more, he himself Things haven't been resolved yet.

After the Grammy midnight party, the band entered a high-speed busy state, and Alena Bayeva also returned to Europe to enter a busy touring state. They occasionally contacted each other through emails and text messages, but they never found a chance to meet each other, so things seemed to be blocked. Just hit the pause button.

But here’s the interesting part, whether it’s Ronan or Alena, both of them are fully committed to their careers, and they don’t seem to be in a hurry to break the current status——

Although Ronan doesn't know what state they are in now.

Therefore, Ronan doesn't think he can give Ollie a correct answer. The only thing he can do is to be by his side to cheer for Ollie, support Ollie's choice, and be prepared to face all possible results.

"Ah...Ronan, why is life so complicated?" Ollie sighed a long, sad sigh.

That doesn't really suit Ollie.

Ronan couldn't help laughing, "Maybe it's because life is colorful and colorful enough, the more complicated it means there are more possibilities waiting to be discovered."

Such an interpretation angle can be regarded as... unique and strange!

"Think about it, if life is just eating and sleeping, just like primitive people, filling the stomach and warming the body is enough, then the color of life will no longer exist. Remember? Everyone is chasing the light." Luo Nan slightly raised his eyebrows, and the last sentence was humming his own song softly.

Ollie tilted his head and thought about it. Although he might not be able to figure it out for a while, he always felt that it was not so heavy now.

buzz buzz.

buzz buzz.

The vibrating sound of the mobile phone came from the tent, and Oli turned around and got in with agility. That nimble movement was not like a black bear at all, but like a fox, which made Ronan laugh, and looked down at the Potato chip bag, seeing that there are still some fragments left in it, thinking that it would be more appropriate to pour it directly into the mouth——

These pieces are the essence!

But before Ronan raised his head, Ollie came out again and handed the phone to Ronan, "It's not mine."

He thought it was Ophelia's call, but it turned out...it was Ronan's cell phone, and his shoulders immediately drooped.