Five Hundred and Ninety Irrelevant

It turns out that playing the piano to a cow is such a difficult and hard work.

Ronan said that he didn't care about money at all, and even a blank check was meaningless; but in Jonathan's ears, it was still a matter of numbers, emphasizing that Ronan didn't know the meaning of a blank check.

Both of them were talking to themselves, and the dislocation of the dialogue made it impossible to communicate.

Think about it carefully, all the conversations today are like this, the chicken talks to the duck, the communication coming and going has no effect, let alone any progress, going around in circles is still standing still, and after doing a lot of useless work , more and more helpless, more and more irritable, it is simply difficult for myself and myself.

Why bother?

He can continue to refute, but the two sides are entangled in a topic that cannot reach a consensus, endlessly, and this is not the situation he expected to see.

Shouldn't the real point be: Is there no relationship between them?

Ronan felt that it was necessary to change the focus of the conversation and find the core in a way that Jonathan could understand, "So, does the lady next to you know her situation? She has no problem with this call?"

Jonathan's voice dropped directly, "It's none of your business."

"Yes! We have finally reached a consensus! It's none of my business! This is my focus, understand?" Ronan let out a long breath, as if he had finally unburdened himself, "Your business, her business, and How many zeros you can have on that check is none of my business! Now we can finally talk."

Jonathan choked hard.

"Mr. Hansen, you have no interest in my music business, and likewise, I have no interest in your family business. I don't even think this phone call should happen. It's a waste of your precious time."

"After all, those of you who stand at the top of the pyramid earn millions of dollars every minute, unlike us idle wanderers who spend a lot of time wandering around in a daze every day, the value of our time is not equal Yes, you really don't need to waste any more."

Calm, smiling, calm, collected.

There are no sharp points in the words, really, Ronan swears, he gives advice in a sincere gesture, no irony, no complaints and no anger, it is purely a sincere advice:

They don't need to cross anything if they can, everything has been fine for the past twelve years and there's no need to break it now. Maintaining the status quo and continuing to pretend that the other party does not exist is actually a good thing for both parties.

Jonathan needn't waste his precious time,

Likewise, Ronan didn't want to waste his precious time—

If you have time to argue about a matter that has long been settled, it is better to sit still and look at the desert and the sky in a daze.

However, when Ronan's words fell into the ear on the other end of the phone, they were like thunder, and his anger surged upwards.

"How dare you! What do you think you are!" Jonathan scolded angrily.

For many years, no one dared to speak to Jonathan like this, let alone his own child. The sense of shame and anger was even more violent. Jonathan's rough voice surged through the receiver, and he could even clearly feel the continuous rise in blood pressure The pressure seemed to explode at any moment.

Ronan paused for a moment, and the corners of his mouth raised helplessly—this kind of communication is really too difficult. Even though the two sides hate each other, they still insist on continuing the conversation, and then all the information passed by each other is misplaced. What's the point of constantly torturing each other?

"It's nothing." A soft laugh could be heard in Ronan's throat, "Mr. Hansen, I'm nothing, so please don't put it in your eyes."

Huffing and wheezing.

Jonathan didn't answer, only the sound of panting sharply, as if he didn't expect Ronan's answer at all, but he didn't know if he didn't catch his breath or didn't know how to respond.

However, judging from the silence around the other end of the phone, it should be the latter, otherwise those who care about Jonathan's body should be in a mess.

Ronan did not intend to continue pestering, "Mr. Hansen, I believe that you are an excellent entrepreneur, and I also believe that you will be able to manage the company well, so I hope your career will be smooth sailing! At the same time, there is no need to pay attention to those entertainment News, after all, is just a bunch of clowns, nobody, irrelevant, not worth your concern."

The corners of the mouth are raised, showing a smile.

"Goodbye, then, Mr. Hansen."

After finishing speaking, Ronan hung up the phone directly, did not wait for the other party's reply, and retreated calmly, without irritability, anger, righteous indignation, or spitting. There were still waves of ripples in the depths——

He's not a robot after all.

Unexpected phone calls, unexpected conversations, unexpected situations, forcibly breaking the tranquility, and emotional turmoil are inevitable. No matter how relaxed and calm he was, everything happened in a flash, and he didn't have time to think carefully, and he was not sure whether he handled it properly.

buzz buzz.

buzz buzz.

There was a roar above the eardrum, and countless thoughts surged in his mind, but he couldn't tell whether it was relief, irritability, or something else.

He doesn't like this feeling.

Obviously, once a person who should be "irrelevant" makes a phone call, he should deal with the harassing calls from strangers, and forget about them after scolding, and should not let the other party interfere with his normal life rhythm; The tip of the tongue rolled, lingering and lingering for a long time.

That kind of swing, that kind of up and down, that kind of apprehension, in the final analysis is because you can't completely stay out of it.

His chest was slightly congested.

Ronan knew that it was not from his own emotions, because for Ronan, the other end of the phone was indeed a stranger; but from the emotions deep in his soul, just like the absence of Alison and Max at the beginning of the year. Like the Grammys, he's slowly becoming who he is.

One day, they will truly become one person, and he will have to face his life and accept it as a whole.

Both good and bad.

After thinking this way, my mood calmed down a little bit, especially when I thought of Alice and Max, the oppressive feeling that weighed heavily on my chest was relieved a lot.

Life is still beautiful, there are gains and losses, gains and sacrifices always happen at the same time to maintain balance, he should face it calmly.

call……

Ronan let out a long, long breath, as if he could pour out all the turbid air in his chest, raised his jaw slightly, faced the sun, and looked through a piece of gorgeous golden color that was almost clear. The transparent sky is far and wide, and the whole world suddenly becomes clear, the restraint and depression that are dull and confined in the narrow space are broken, and the chest finally becomes smooth.

Then, the corners of his mouth rose again.