Seven Hundred and Eighty First Calm

Ronan hoped that Ollie could face the wounds in his heart calmly, or admit the fact that he needed help, and bid farewell to those drugs.

In fact, quarrels and conflicts are not the most terrifying, because at least quarrels are also a kind of communication, and conflicts mean caring. Like today, they put all the conflicts on the table, whether they can be resolved or not, but they have already begun to face them. This is a very, very important step.

Otherwise, those wounds will be covered and waited until the day when they rot and pus, maybe "amputation" is the only option, and there is no room for recovery.

But in real life, even admitting "I need help" is never easy.

Deeply, Ronan glanced at Oli, Oli quickly raised his head to look at Ronan, and then hurriedly averted his gaze. His anxiety could be seen from the constant fingernails, and Ronan did not press aggressively. Forced, he retracted his gaze and turned to look at Cliff.

"So, what happened to Trastan?"

Calmly, standing in the mess, Ronan asked, no matter what, they at least have the right to know what happened.

After the same question was thrown out again, there was no longer the tension just now, but Cliff was still a little anxious and couldn't help being irritable. He let out a long, long breath, straightened his waist and faced Luo. Looking into Nan's eyes, he tried his best to keep calm and said.

"After the Coachella music festival last year, he sent a text to congratulate us on the success of the show, saying that we finally achieved our college dreams, but I ignored his texts and did not reply."

Maxim's eyes sharpened again, as if he would explode whenever he heard the name "Trustan", but this time, he still controlled his emotions, and just stared at Cliff fiercely, waiting for the next step.

Cliff also glared back at Maxim before continuing, "Later, Trastan sent several text messages intermittently, nothing special, just celebration or congratulations, to celebrate our start of a solo tour, to celebrate you and Justin Bruno's collaborative single hits the ground running, celebrating our gig once again."

"Looks like more than once!" Maxim said through gritted teeth, although he didn't yell, but the contempt and ridicule in his eyes couldn't be more obvious.

Cliff's anger also came up again, but this time he controlled it slightly, "Yes, more than once, but, Maxim, you know? I've had enough of your ambiguity."

"I scolded him. Yes, you heard that, the reason why I didn't block him was because I wanted to scold him severely and vent my anger severely."

"I haven't forgotten our pain and struggles, I haven't forgotten that we almost broke up, I haven't forgotten the fact that we were abandoned and betrayed,

So, I want to punish him so badly that his stomach hurts from envying our success. "

This time, Cliff was not aggressive, but his clear words were equally powerful, and he slammed towards Maxim viciously.

"I hate him."

Cliff said word by word, "Even stronger than all of you. I introduced him at the beginning, and I also vouched for him, but he turned around and betrayed my trust, not only betrayed The band, and betrayed my friend, do you think I feel good?"

Since Trastan's betrayal of the One Day King, they have never discussed it, at least Ronan has never blamed Trastan's fault on Cliff, because Cliff is also a victim, and Cliff is also a victim. I don't want to see such a situation, everything is Trastan's choice.

However, Ronan's views do not represent Ollie and Maxim's views, nor do they represent Clive's feelings.

Perhaps, a look from them, a hesitation to speak, a silent back, in the eyes of Cliff, may all turn into pressure of accusation, and he is also silently bearing his own shackles.

Looking back at what happened in New Orleans at that time, Cliff's struggle, giving up, suffering, and anger seem to be able to see more psychological complexity.

Ronan didn't speak, but just stared at Cliff with confusion in his eyes.

Maxim didn't buy it, showing a sneer, "Then you two became friends again."

"No, we are no longer friends." Cliff hesitated for a moment, "But I know that he also has his difficulties and difficulties. If it wasn't for us..."

"What? His reason? Grass!" Maxim ignited the cannon fire in an instant, and wanted to rush forward in one step.

Cliff also fought back without showing any weakness, "He is also a human being, and he has his story, so should we ignore it? One party can never be blamed for mistakes. Do you think we are perfect victims?"

Such words made Maxim red-eyed in an instant, and rushed forward with a punch, "Fuck you..." The swearing was swallowed after only half of it. Compared with words, all he wanted now was Hit Cliff hard.

"Shut up! Shut up shut up shut up!"

Before the two collided, Ronan stepped up and blocked the conflict between the two, and reprimanded them viciously.

"Ollie! Are you still in a daze?"

Ronan's scolding made Ollie feel relieved, and quickly stepped forward, pulling Maxim and Cliff away, but Ronan was also really angry at this time, trying his best to control his emotions, lower his voice, and avoid Excessive consumption of voice--

"I'm trying to stay calm."

Taking a deep breath, taking a deep breath again, Ronan glared at Maxim fiercely with his stern eyes - Cliff had already been carried out by Ollie like a chicken, and there was no threat, so Ronan stopped his voice from Squeezed out between the teeth, "I, am, working hard."

The weighty words made Maxim feel a little embarrassed, he looked at his fist in embarrassment, and finally turned his head away and lowered his fist.

Ronan's words did not stop.

"Next weekend is the Grammys, we have a six-minute performance stage, I hope I can keep my voice in good shape, because the most important thing right now is the Grammys, and then we're going to release an album, The Grammys are the first public performance of the prelude, and you should know the importance."

"So, don't make me angry."

"Or, there will be no one-day king at all, and we will not be on stage as a team at all?"

Ronan's words were suppressed and restrained, but the anger hidden in the voice could be clearly detected, like a flood that was in danger of bursting the embankment at any time.

Then, both Maxim and Cliff lowered their gazes, avoiding Ronan's gaze. Although the anger was still rolling, neither of them spoke.

Taking a deep breath, and another deep breath, Ronan controlled his turbulent emotions before turning to look at Cliff.

"Cliff, remember what I said in New Orleans?"

"Yes, we all have problems, we all make bad choices, but it's never about the mistakes themselves, it's about how we face them. I thought we had a consensus."