Six Hundred and Seventy Sixth Inspiration Collision

"Why give up the whole forest for one tree?"

The silence could last too long before it was broken. Maxim's voice came from directly in front of him, holding a tablet computer in his hand, and he walked over swayingly, and the eyes that fell on Ollie were still full of cynical splendor Brilliant, playful words with Maxim's iconic game world color, jumping lightly.

Ronan raised his eyes and looked at Maxim speechlessly:

Obviously, everyone has their own view of love. Some people enjoy the joy of chasing like Maxim, while others stick to the innocence in their hearts like Ollie. There is no right or wrong, just respect each other, but Maxim The ridicule seemed inappropriate, like making complaints.

Maxim innocently met Ronan's gaze and shrugged, "I'm just stating a fact, don't you mean the same?"

After a pause, Maxim asked again, "Or do you want Ollie to hang himself on a tree? Never get out?"

Ronan was dumbfounded, and raised his hands in surrender.

Maxim whistled, "Wow", as if he was celebrating that his eloquence actually suppressed Ronan, his smiling expression really deserved a beating.

Ollie opened his eyes again and looked at Maxim and Ronan respectively, "I know, I know, you are all for my own good, I just need..." After a pause, his vision became confused again, and he also I don't know what I need.

"A woman."

"a little time."

The former is Maxim, and the latter is Ronan. The two people's words collided in unison, awakening Ollie, and the broken focus was reunited. A surge of laughter, "Maybe you need both."

Maxim could also feel Ollie's weakness, and couldn't help but feel bored—in his opinion, relationships have never been so complicated. If you like it, you stay together, and if you don't like it, you separate. It's really normal to separate and reunite. And why can't wait to define a relationship?

It is also doomed that Maxim cannot understand Ollie's troubles.

Maxim glared at Ronan and cast a glance, as if to say: I have tried my best.

There was a smile in Ronan's eyes. He believed that Maxim had tried his best. He estimated that all the power of the wild had been used, but he couldn't help. He turned his head and looked at Ollie. , Ollie was in a trance again, immersed in his thoughts.

Concentration is difficult and difficult to stay focused.

call……

Ronan couldn't help but sighed softly deep in his heart.

If emotion can really be like a faucet, which can be turned on and off when it is turned on, then life will be much simpler, many troubles will no longer exist, and the entanglement between reason and emotion will not become an eternal issue for human beings. , but the problem is that things are really not that easy.

Even if Ollie uttered the words "end", can he really cut through the mess in the depths of his heart? This is another subject.

Duplicity, this is probably a problem that everyone needs to face.

Maxim pouted at Ronan, and asked with his eyes: What should I do?

Today, the band members met, on the one hand to brainstorm the theme of the concert to see if there are any better ideas; on the other hand to conceive the core theme of the new album and collect some inspiration to see if Piece together a framework blueprint to set the direction.

But now, one slams the door and leaves to smoke outside, and the other is distracted and absent-minded, what should they do?

Moreover, Maxim's eyes scrutinized Ronan,

It seems to be implying: and you, something looks wrong today.

Apparently, Maxim also noticed that Ronan had been in a good mood since he entered the recording studio, an unusually good mood, and this seemed to be hiding some secret. The subtext is that Maxim is the only one who concentrates on his work.

This made Ronan roll his eyes, who is that guy who was late a few days ago?

But before Ronan had time to speak, Oli seemed to have noticed the quietness of the recording studio. He raised his head to look at Ronan and Maxim, squeezed out a smile, and waved his hands again and again, "I'm fine, really, I'm fine, we should get to work, we still have tasks for today, right?"

"I'm fine." Ollie emphasized it again, as if by magic, as if after saying it fifty times and a hundred times, he would really be fine.

Ronan looked into Ollie's eyes quietly. This time Ollie didn't dodge, trying to prove to Ronan that he was okay with his eyes, but the fragility deep in his eyes was inadvertently exposed, and then he could catch it in his eyes A touch of pleading, begging Ronan not to speak out.

He is bad.

At least for now, the wound is still dripping with blood, and there is not enough time to heal, so how could he get better soon? But he didn't want to face it, he just wanted to hide from work for a while, like entering an air-raid shelter.

A slight sourness rose on the tip of the tongue.

Ronan seemed to be able to really see the scarred soul in the depths of Ollie's eyes. Some things are different after all. Involuntarily, Ronan's eyes also became sad, and turbulent emotions stirred in his mind, and then It turned into a gurgling rhythm, and just blurted out like this.

"You and I were one, blooming life like moths to a flame; you lingered in my words, and now they are shut out."

Gently, Ronan recited the gentle but cold words, like poetry and songs, without melody, but you can feel the grace and smoothness of the syllables colliding between the lips and teeth, slowly flowing into Ollie's wound like a trickle Among them, all Oli's defense lines were captured before he was caught off guard.

Every word hit Ollie's heart hard, and the intricate emotions in his heart were vividly explained in just a few strokes, so real and turbulent that he couldn't breathe.

"You and I are drifting away, tasting the bitterness and bitterness you left behind alone; I cut out the whole heart for you, but it hit the high wall you built, and sparks flew everywhere."

You, Ophelia.

I am Ollie.

Olly used to rush towards Ophelia with all his energy blooming like a moth flying into a flame, but in the end he slammed into Ophelia's high wall of self-protection and bounced back, scarred and fragmented.

"Sparks splashing", the original meaning is to rebound, but the meaning of bursting and flying is extended between Ronan's words and sentences, as if he can truly see the sadness and pain of Ollie's disintegration and ashes, the power of music and poetry is At this moment the full release erupts.

Ollie unreservedly cut out his heart and placed it in his palm, waiting for a ray of dawn to come, but it was bounced back by the impact and shattered all over the ground.

Note 1: Sparks are flying around