Seven Hundred and Eighty Second Stand Clear

"...I thought we had reached a consensus."

Ronan said in a deep voice, Cliff couldn't help shivering.

Trastan betrayed the One Day King, obviously Trastan made a wrong choice, then, did the One Day King make the same mistake?

After all, a slap doesn't make a sound. As Cliff said, King for a Day is not a perfect victim either.

Perhaps, the king's insistence on music disrupted Trastan's layout; perhaps, the king's impulsiveness and recklessness destroyed the opportunities created by Trastan; perhaps, the conflict between the king and Trastan accumulated over time The one that got down finally detonated the bomb.

Maybe, both sides are wrong, maybe not.

But the point is that the mistakes have already occurred, and it is meaningless to pursue trivial details for a long time, and the right and wrong that come and go have all been entangled; compared with covering up and evading, facing the mistakes calmly , to find a solution, this is the most important.

Trastan, however, did not; he disappeared, disappeared completely, and did not reappear until after the Grammys.

If King for a Day hadn't won a Grammy nomination, wouldn't Trastan have ever appeared? This is a reasonable conjecture.

So, Trastan missed the opportunity to "solve the problem" and also missed the opportunity to "win the redemption".

Ronan thought that they had reached a consensus in New Orleans, but he didn't expect that in the end, they would return to the same problem.

No wonder Maxim lost control of his emotions again. Even Ronan was burning with anger in his chest, trying his best to control his disappointment and irritability. At this moment, confrontation will not solve the problem, but will aggravate the conflict. They need Calm down and find a way out.

However, Ronan didn't want to repeat these familiar quarrels with Cliff. It was meaningless. He only needed to express his position and it was enough.

"Cliff, of course, I believe Trastan has his story, maybe his wife was dying of cancer and he had to embezzle our hard-earned money to save lives, maybe he got a gun to his head and had to do it , maybe he has an unspoken reason why he has to do this."

"But, you know what Trastan is after, and you know our attitude, right?"

Calmly, but heavily, it hit Cliff hard.

Compared with Maxim's monstrous anger, the coldness in Ronan's words made Cliff shudder.

Did he know of Trastan's pursuit? He knew that Trastan wanted to be their friend again, and even the band's manager again.

Deep down in his heart, he knew that Trastan was an ambitious man who couldn't keep his own place. Even if he wasn't king for a day, he was also thinking about other things.

Does he know the attitude of his teammates? He knew that neither he nor himself could ever forgive Trastan for what he had done, and had always been.

In any case, the timing of Trastan's appearance, the way of contact, etc., all kinds of clues are playing around, which will not help solve the problem.

He knows, he knows.

But at this moment, when Ronan said it directly, Cliff still felt great pressure.

"If you don't know, I can tell you right now that Trastan and I can't be friends, and he can't be the band's manager."

Ronan continued to say that the understatement of the words has undeniable firmness, and the matter has already been brought to an end.

"As for your relationship with Trastan? Cliff, you are an adult, and so are we. Even if we are teammates, we can't decide your friendship for you. What's more, it's like Romeo and Juliet, even if the surrounding Everyone is against it, but what should happen happens."

"We don't have the right to tie your hands and feet, and we don't need to confiscate your mobile phone to prevent you from interacting with bad guys like an underage child. We all go through puberty, and we all know that the more you do it, the more you want to rebel. , try taboo, but we're not kids anymore."

Ronan's words, the sarcasm in the understatement, had a powerful force, and he ruthlessly pushed towards Cliff.

Cliff opened his mouth and tried to refute that he didn't like Ronan's attitude towards him, but the words just rolled in his throat and he couldn't make a sound.

Then, Cliff heard Ronan's last words and made a final decision, "So, you just need to keep a clear head, you just need to know what you are doing, this is all I have suggestion."

But Maxim disagreed, "Ronan!"

In his opinion, those who collude with traitors are also traitors, and this is what makes him most angry. How can they just let it go?

Maxim glared at Ronan, the anger in his eyes was burning.

"Maxim, I don't like Trastan, the kind I don't like very much, but so far, I still like Cliff, and I don't want to change the relationship between me and Cliff because of an insignificant villain. Friendship, what do you think?" Ronan looked at Maxim and said quietly.

It's not so much a conversation with Maxim as a message to Cliff:

Life is full of countless choices, and every choice will lead to countless possibilities. It was true of Trastan before; it was true of Cliff now.

The sky is going to rain, the mother is going to get married, birth, old age, sickness and death are falling apart... In life, there are too many things that they cannot change. The only thing that can be firmly controlled in the palm of their hands is to stick to themselves and take hold of their own life. Slowly, step by step, step forward.

Maxim met Ronan's sight, and his calm and calm words were like the warm sun bathing in the early spring, slowly rushing towards his face, but Maxim seemed to be able to feel the cold hidden in it, so he couldn't help but hit a chills.

Then, Ronan smiled.

It's not a sneer or a mockery, but a sincere smile, like a pool of spring water glowing after breaking the ice, wrinkling the coldness of winter.

Maxim understood it. Although he still had different ideas, he understood what Ronan meant, and tasted the ruthlessness of decisiveness and decisiveness in an understatement. They had already stated their position, and the rest The choice is up to Cliff.

Maxim shifted his gaze slightly, looked at Cliff, then moved his footsteps slightly, and stood behind Ronan, expressing his position. The anger was still surging in his eyes, but this time it did not erupt after all. It is expressed in practical actions.

Cliff immediately sensed the subtle change in the atmosphere. Ronan and Maxim were in front, and Ollie was behind, but he knew that he was alone again.

To be precise, this time, he was surrounded.