"Ronan, what has been the biggest change in your life over the past three years?"

The reporter right in front is a woman in her thirties. She carefully dressed up her latest trendy freckle makeup and looked delicate and young. Her slightly curly chestnut curly hair was lazily and casually draped over her shoulders, with a professional smile on the corner of her mouth, and holding a cell phone in her right hand, and the questions raised were displayed on the screen.

Although her smile was perfect, as if she had carefully measured it, she could show her most charming and beautiful side on the TV screen at any time, but Ronan, who was sitting face to face, could still capture a trace of concern in those eyes, with gentle curiosity.

It was not ridicule or contempt, but sincere concern, but it was this concern that slowly made Ronan's arm muscles tense up.

Ronan is very familiar with such eyes, and it is so familiar. It is pity and sympathy, just like looking at a weak person or a loser. Since he lost his hearing due to a tumor compressing his nerves three years ago, he has to face such eyes every day, every moment, and even every moment.

Controlling the emotions that were surging in his heart, Ronan raised his hands and completed the answer in sign language, "You can't sing."

In fact, Ronan did not lose his voice. He could still speak and naturally sing. However, because of his deafness, he could not hear his voice at all, so he lost his judgment, and then everything disappeared into the darkness.

He once thought that the deaf world was so quiet that there was no sound, but that was not the case.

The deaf world is noisy, as if you are in an endless sea of ​​oceans, you can always catch buzzing trivial sounds, but they have no meaning. It seems that it is not the language of a channel at all, and then the world is trapped in endless nothingness.

Gradually, he became silent. Over time, he seemed to have forgotten how to speak out.

After the reporter learned the answer from the sign language translation teacher next to him, he became silent, with a hint of enduring struggle flashing in his eyes, and he sighed.

Ronan is a new generation singer, whose career is in a period of full rise and is preparing his second album. Countless fans and passers-by expressed great expectations and a new situation is about to open up; but three years ago, Ronan suddenly lost his hearing, his career was completely interrupted, and then gradually disappeared from the public's sight, and countless netizens expressed regret and sympathy.

A year ago, there was another news that Ronan's vision began to deteriorate, and it is very likely that he would completely lose his vision in the next three to seven years. Before the former genius singer could shine, he ended abruptly before he could shine. Another wave of sighs and regrets came to the Internet, but in the end he could not change Ronan's fate that was gradually forgotten.

Until recently.

Ronan appeared in the public eye as a lyricist creator. Although it has not caused much sensation yet, the keen reporter still smelled the news explosion point at the first time.

The reporter sighed lightly, if he wasn't sick...

"Ronan, then, what is the thing you want to do the most now?" The reporter cheered up and typed a problem on the phone screen again.

Ronan's vision was not fast. He could still see things, including the unnatural flashes of the reporter's expression - it was not clear but could still see them, but everything became blurred, as if it was covered with a thin veil.

"Sing."

Ronan answered with his mouth shape and sign language.

Then the reporter asked the next question without pause, "Ronan, have you still not given up on your dream of singing?"

give up?

After confirming that my eyes were not reading errors, although the words were not emotional, Ronan's arm muscles tensed again, his mouth was full of bitterness, and he tried his best to control his urge to clench his fists:

He never gave up. He never gave up. Even if he was forced to stop temporarily, he did not surrender!

"No."

Although he was vague, Ronan still used his voice to express his thoughts word by word, clearly and accurately. The eyes that had lost their light stared at the reporter in front of him motionlessly, quietly telling the emotions surging deep in his heart, which was more vivid and powerful than words.

The interview is still going on, but the reporter no longer continues to get involved in the topic of deafness and blindness, but focuses on professional topics related to music.

The work was finally over. Ronan stood up and saw all the staff away, then returned to the sofa and sat down heavily. His body was deeply trapped in the cotton on the back of the chair. He pulled his body slowly down as he was tired, like a free fall. The noise and heat of the surrounding air slowly settled down. The vitality that could be felt on the surface of the skin slowly cooled down in the moonlight, and then the world calmed down again.

Buzzing.

Buzzing.

The messy noises in his ears were still surging, but he had already adapted completely.

Many times, the world can make people feel frustrated and even desperate, but Ronan believes in music as if some people believe in fairy tales-

He always believed unswervingly that when the notes flowed slowly, the melodies reminded all the time that some things could not be taken away by darkness after all, and the colors and hustle and bustle of life embellished his world in different ways.

only……

When it was late at night, bathed alone in the bright moonlight, he couldn't help but wonder, if he had not lost his hearing, what would life look like? If he could still sing, what would the world look like?

Just like now.

Ronan spread his palm and stretched out carefully, feeling the cold moonlight that fell in his palm through the palm-sized window, depicting the brilliance and magnificence of the stars in the sky, exploring the depth and vastness of the infinite universe, and using his brain to imagine what kind of magnificence would be.

Then, silently gathering the palms, as if they could control the universe, close their eyes, regain their inner peace, and slowly fall asleep.

In a daze, Ronan began to dream.

He dreamed that he was standing on the stage, holding a guitar, a light, a high stool and a microphone, and three other companions, without any extra decoration, but it was enough.

The milky yellow light slowly fell down, and the slightly hot temperature could be felt on the surface of the skin. The guests under the stage were drinking beer, eating French fries, smoking cigarettes, and whispering trivial sounds sounded between the smoke, as if immersed in their own world, but the light of sight was projecting towards the stage, admiring his performance thoughtfully.

The musical talisman was flowing and jumping between the strings like gurgling water, and he was singing loudly.

Everything is so real.

Those pictures, those colors, those surging... like the echoes surging deep in the valley, those near and far, but difficult to distinguish clearly, just buzzing in the ears, chaos but clear, even the faces scattered in the bar and the doors shaking in the shadows are so real.

Then--

Buzz.

A whistle came from my ears, dull and long, and it was pulled away, and then the scene in my sight began to blur, and the colorful orange light and shadow turned into blurred spots, slowly spreading, and finally turned into a cloud of smoke, and the characters and scenes turned into large patches of colors.

"Ronan!"

The confident cry came from far and near, so clear and vivid, and instantly pulled Ronan's attention, trying to find a familiar voice in the blurry halo-

Because of the Jiangnan dialect, I can't tell the difference between the pronunciation and nasal sound in Mandarin, so when I call, I always can't tell the difference between "Roland" and "Ronan". When I was young, I was once annoyed and depressed because my parents gave me such a neutral name. But when I heard it again, a burst of excitement and excitement surged deep in my heart.

It seemed like the voice of my mother.

But...Ronan was disappointed.

I tried to open my eyes wide, but I could not find my mother's figure. Instead, the scenes around the stage went back and forth between clear and blurred boundaries:

This is a bar.

On the left is a bar counter, with lemon-yellow lights covering the busy bartender, leaning forward to receive the guests' requests, golden beer foam and amber whiskey liquid refracting the dim light, vaguely outlining the blurry outline of the other two-thirds of the venue.

The guests on the right were sitting scattered in the booth, next to them were two pool tables, a jukebox and two dartboards. The sparse guests were enjoying their entertainment at night, and their expressions of gloomy or laughter were scattered in the light spots, and they were not accurate.

pain.

The picture in the field of vision blurred again. The light was too dazzling and the dry eyes were covered with a thin layer of water mist. I instinctively closed my eyes, but I could still feel the temperature of the hot light falling on my eyelids. The misty water vapor had evaporated before it had time to condense into tears.

What's going on?

Open your eyes again, the blue and black light and shadow surge below, and the deep yellow halo rolls above, and then the halo slowly penetrates downward, rendering the light and shadow into a blurred outline of peacock blue. The splendor of the thick ink and heavy color is as wonderful as an ink painting. The colors seem to be given vitality, and the vigorous vitality spreads out in the field of vision.

He can see it.

The scene is completely unfamiliar, unheard of but real and clear, and cannot be depicted by imagination alone. The vivid images can be concretized into every detail - so vivid and so clear, this is something that has not been felt in the past year for a long time.

He can hear it.

The sounds of the corners spread from near to far, the sounds of cheers and wine, the shouts of waiters, the noise of arguing, the noise of arguing, the world suddenly became clear - all the sounds at the bottom of the water disappeared, and they just drilled out of the water.

Those colors were so rich and so bright, and they were coming to the face like a waterfall. The powerful impact made Ronan unable to help but hold his breath.

Those sounds are so clear and vivid that they can even capture the complaints of bar guests, which is so beautiful that it makes people reluctant to close their eyes.
Chapter completed!