Seven Hundred and Seventy-Nine 1 Mess

buzz buzz.

buzz buzz.

There was a burst of noise above the eardrums, as if the whole world had escaped into chaos, and everything was thrown into the blender, and it started to run rumblingly.

"What are you accusing me of? Whether I blocked Trastan, that's my business, I think we are still friends..."

"Go away my friend! We are not friends, God the devil, we are enemies, have you forgotten? That guy betrayed us and abandoned what!"

"No, he just made a commercial choice, we don't have to cooperate with him, but..."

"No but, shut up, hell but! If it wasn't for him, how could we be in a desperate situation? Are you out of your mind or caught in the door? You can't even tell right from wrong? Look, your true face is now exposed Come out, Ollie is right, you're contacting you're messaging, you're lying, you blabbering liar!"

"Fuck off! Trastan and I texting and nothing happens is heinous, and Ollie nearly overdosed and ruined our show with nothing at all? Do I still have sympathy for Ollie? Huh? Like an abandoned stray dog, do you think he is pitiful?"

"You bloody coward, changing the subject again! Next, are you going to play the victim again, thinking we're all pushing you aside and bullying you?"

...

buzz buzz.

buzz buzz.

You come and go, tit-for-tat curses are completely intertwined, all entangled in the spittle, it is difficult to tell who is who.

So absurd, so ridiculous—

Last night, they stood at the Nokia Theater, as if standing on the top of Mount Everest, drawing a perfect end to the "Departure" tour, surrounded by applause and cheers, which lasted for a long time, and even created an illusion that they own the whole world.

Today, they accuse and curse each other in the hotel garden with haggard faces. The floor is in a mess, wishing to bite each other's main artery with their teeth. The tense atmosphere reveals a strong smell of blood, making people shy away.

It only takes one night to go from unknown to hot; similarly, it only takes one night to go from peak to trough.

Perhaps, this is the correct way to open Vanity Fair.

But at this moment, Ronan just felt that there were countless flies buzzing in his ears,

He was so annoying, the coffee in his hand was still boiling hot, almost scalding his fingertips, but the farce in front of him was not pleasing to the eye at all, it was just... Irony, full of bitter irony.

He could faintly feel the temperature in his eyes, and when he raised his eyes, Ronan saw Ollie, those trembling eyes were full of confusion and struggle.

They didn't know how things turned around. Maybe the crisis has been dormant around them, but the busyness and noise of the "Departure" tour covered up those shocks. Until the tip of the iceberg was exposed last night, and then the tour ended, those turbulences could no longer be resolved. Cover up, just like this exposed in front of the eyes.

But how should things be resolved?

Ronan didn't have an answer, but at least Ronan knew one thing, if he continued to escape, then the matter would not be resolved.

Facing it calmly is the first step to move on.

"Shut up."

Ronan tried to regain peace and control the scene, but his weak voice was completely drowned in the overwhelming quarrel, unable to express any strength at all.

"Shut up!"

He raised his voice, but it still didn't produce the expected effect, and Ronan already felt his throat was slightly tight - the biggest consumption of the long tour was not physical strength or energy, but the throat.

I burned all the energy without reservation last night, and my throat has reached its limit. In order to perform at the Grammy Awards Ceremony next weekend, Johnny reminded me that I need to protect my throat well, otherwise the sound will be broken during the live broadcast. Out of tune, that is the biggest loss.

So, Ronan gave up on the lion's roar, raised the table with both hands and slammed it:

boom!

Speech!

Bang bang bang bang!

The dishes and food were all overturned, and fell to the ground with clangs, ceramic shards and hot liquid splashed everywhere, a burst of chaos, like an atomic bomb explosion, as if you could see the invisible mushroom cloud blowing everyone to the ground. Push around to form an open space.

Reflexively, everyone backed away and dodged one after another. The physical pain and the mental panic erupted as the first instinctive reaction. Exclamations and curses all intertwined.

"Ronan, are you crazy?"

"what happened?"

"What the hell are you doing?"

The twittering words were interspersed with dirty curses and gathered towards Ronan, and at the same time, the eyes were projected along with the reaction nerves.

Then, the sight can see the smile on the corner of Ronan's mouth.

smile?

This seemed to be out of tune with the atmosphere at the moment, obviously not a funny or party situation, which also made Ronan's smile horrified.

Slowly, the rustling noise settled down, and finally they all entered a quiet state, looking at Ronan anxiously.

"...Ronan!" Maxim tried to defend himself. After all, he had done nothing wrong, but just as the words came out, he could feel Ronan's sharp eyes projecting over him, staring at him like a laser. eyes, and then all words are locked deep in the throat.

Maxim also closed his mouth, and his eyes slowly drifted to the side.

Then, Ronan said, "What are we doing now? Huh?"

While speaking, Ronan's eyes turned around among the three teammates. His calm tone and calm eyes possessed a courage that people dare not look directly at. They all avoided their eyes and remained silent. language.

"Last night, we stood on the stage and gave the best show without reservation, and drew a perfect end to our tour; now, we are standing on a pile of garbage, blaming and arguing with each other, you guys What a crime it was to even let me overturn the food!"

The torrent of anger was vented, and Ronan's sincerity could be felt in every word: he was really angry.

"You should know that wasting food is shameful, not to mention that there are still people suffering from hunger in the world, our food does not fall from the sky, we should cherish food, but you forced me to overturn the endless Breakfast, huh? Do you know what that means?"

The problem, though, is the fights and... food?

Mentioning food in such a timely manner really makes people feel a little awkward, breaking the atmosphere out of place, making people dumbfounded. Therefore, even though he knew that he shouldn't be laughing at this time, it was really inappropriate, but the corners of his mouth still raised slightly uncontrollably, and he tried his best to control the corners of his mouth.

As a result... it looked as if their cheeks were cramping, and there was a rat moving around their mouths, and they all turned away their eyes and looked towards the distant mountains.

At the same time, unconsciously, the tense atmosphere gradually calmed down.