Six Hundred and Seventy Fifth Time Flies

Ollie turned his head and looked at Ronan in a daze. Then, the corners of his mouth slightly raised a shallow arc. It was obviously a smile, but revealed a sigh of sadness, like dark clouds covering the sky and slowly dissipating in the treetops in autumn. Sunshine, sparse and bleak.

"Oli, tell me, how many people have the courage to face their young selves?"

After thinking about it, Ronan spoke, but Ollie didn't understand, and his bright eyes revealed a little confusion: I don't understand what you mean.

Ronan couldn't help chuckling, "I mean, when we were young, we always dreamed that we would become big shots and change the world with our own hands, or that we could grow up and be independent, transform into the beautiful image in our imagination, be firm and unyielding." We don’t think we’re going to be the kind of people we hate.”

It doesn't have to be a dream, but everyone had expectations when they were young. The expectations for themselves, the future, and life were so beautiful that they sparkled.

"However, when we grow up, how many of us dare to face ourselves and say with confidence, I have lived up to my expectations?"

Life is never easy. In the end, when the expectations of youth repeatedly hit the wall in the face of cruel reality, there are often only fragments left on the ground; what's worse, when I look back, I realize that I am becoming what I once hated and hated the most, but I have no power to change.

So, are we giving up on us, or is life forcing us?

Ophelia has let herself down, and she is also aware of this, so she dare not face herself when she was young again, because in Ollie's eyes, she still has that shining appearance.

Ollie, after understanding, the light in his eyes trembled slightly, revealing a touch of deep pain, "Then what about you?"

Ronan thought about it seriously, "I think, I don't have the courage either." Although he is still chasing his dream, the vicissitudes of life seem to have not changed his original intention, but the thorns along the way still left countless marks on his body, "I thought that I would be sharper and more distinct... But in the end, some edges and corners were smoothed and even disappeared. This imaginary self should be more dazzling."

"Hehe." Ollie chuckled softly, "Is it even more dazzling than now?"

Ronan nodded logically, "When we were sixteen years old, we always imagined that we were the center of the universe, attracting all attention like the sun, that we could change the world with music, we could create history with talent, and we could use singing To inspire others to master their destiny..."

"It's like the Beatles." Ollie nodded slightly.

"It's like Michael Jackson." Ronan also replied.

Both of them showed smiles.

But the smile on the corner of Ollie's mouth quickly calmed down, and thoughts surged in his mind, "I also miss the past. In the past, we were always braver and more fearless. If it was in college, even if Ophelia rejected me, I will be sad but not depressed, I will still watch her silently with renewed vigor."

"Silently?" Ronan raised his voice at the end—I'm afraid, Ollie's movements are earth-shattering, and it's really difficult to do it quietly.

"Ha." Ollie also laughed, "I mean, I will still watch her from afar, far away." Speechlessly glanced at Ronan, Ronan also laughed Get up, but then calmed down again, "When I grow up, I seem to start to be afraid."

"Yeah, when we were children, we didn't understand anything, we didn't have timidity, so we didn't have fear, and we went on the rampage, and we were covered in scars and bloody; when we grew up, we slowly began to understand the danger and learn to dodge it Learn to protect yourself, but at the same time lose the spirit of indomitable progress.

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Having said that, Ronan paused for a moment, and his voice slowly lowered.

"So, is this a good thing or a bad thing?"

There is no answer.

The corner of Oli's mouth slightly raised again, but it was bitter, "I don't know. But I know that if I see me at the age of eighteen, he will be disappointed."

Ophelia thought that Ollie hadn't changed and still maintained the appearance of his youth in college, but in fact, they had all changed.

It is precisely because of this that love often passes by in a moment of inattention-only when you meet the right person at the right place at the right time can love sprout and blossom, and if you miss a little bit, you will miss it.

The words couldn't continue after all, Ronan and Oli both fell silent because they didn't have an answer.

Even if he is a human being in two lifetimes, Ronan still does not have the correct answer. There are still too many unknowns waiting to be explored in life. This is a kind of helplessness but also a kind of expectation.

A quiet air flow flowed through the fingertips, but it didn't last long, and Ollie broke the silence again.

"Ronan, it's over."

He said.

The words were calm and natural, without any waves or ups and downs, but they came to a full stop neatly, and then, there was no more.

Ronan paused, thoughts surging in his mind, he could tell Ollie: In fact, the matter is not over, after all, Ophelia is still single, Ollie still has a chance, as long as Ollie wants, he can still " Get to know the current Ophelia, and see if there is any possibility of development.

Who can say anything about feelings?

What's more, Ophelia's refusal was not because she "hated" Ollie.

But Ronan understands that sometimes, giving hope is a cruel thing, because Ollie will always hold on to that ray of hope and refuse to let go. These years have passed, and Ollie has never forgotten Ophelia, because he always embraces a glimmer of hope and refuses to face reality.

"Persistence" and "giving up", "obsession" and "belief" are actually two sides of the same thing, separated by a thin line, and one may slip from one extreme to the other if one is not careful. Most importantly, how to keep a calm and clear mind, aware of where you are.

It's just that sometimes, the authorities are confused and the bystanders are clear. If you are trapped in it and cannot see the whole picture, then you need a third party to give you a hint.

Maybe, now is the time to let go.

Ronan nodded slightly, and replied, "Well, it's over." Although cruel, the truth is often the case.

Ollie froze for a moment, the corners of his mouth raised a little, and his smile became brighter, but the sadness in his eyes was surging. Then he closed his eyes in a panic, kept his smile, and leaned quietly on the sofa, as if he was reminiscing about his memory For an instant, it seemed that he was controlling the turbulent emotions.

The bitterness on the tip of the tongue, only you can know.

Ronan couldn't bear it, sighed lightly, and lowered his gaze.

Hoo hoo.

Hoo hoo.

The air in the recording studio is not turbulent, but you can still feel the sound of convection tumbling around your ears. The sea is obviously calm, but it creates turbulent waves that hit the eardrums hard, and the messy mood slowly settles down.

Ollie just needs a little time, a little time. Ronan thought so.