future.

"Future, future, future..." Luo Nan chewed this word carefully, looked at the colorful stars in the sky, and his thoughts fell into endless.

Ronan has never really calmed down to think about this issue.

I was not qualified in my previous life because he could not see such a distant future at all. He could only focus on every day and move forward step by step. This consumed all my energy. Give up is not an option, and the future is also not.

There is no time in this life. Too many things happened in just twenty-four hours, one after another, as thrilling as a roller coaster. Now I have not been able to wake up from the joy of the full moon party. Even Saturday's performance tracks have not been formulated. How can I have time to think about such a distant future?

Whether it is the past or the present, the "future" is a luxury for Ronan.

If... if he really has a future, how should he choose?

Turning around and escaping from the "shot scene" is because Ronan doesn't know how he should appear in front of the camera. The stage and the camera are two different things after all; it is also because the complicated thoughts in his mind are surging, and he needs a little space to breathe some fresh air to settle his thoughts.

Alice's arrival killed Ronan and caught him off guard, but she threw the "future" in front of Ronan. Whether to continue to stick to her dream or choose to give up rationally is no longer an assumption, but a reality in front of her-

This is the core content of Cliff's dispute with Maxim, and it is also the cold truth left after Trasttan turned around and left.

Although Ronan temporarily suppressed the controversy with the short-term goal of "complete the bar tour", united again and worked together toward the common goal; the bar tour only had the last five games left, and it would end in two weeks.

Two weeks.

In just two weeks.

Even if Ronan is a complete layman, he has no way to deceive himself. The things that can be changed in two weeks are too limited. The situation that has not been changed in the past seven years requires a sharp turn within two weeks. This also means that they need a lottery jackpot opportunity. Otherwise, the "future" will soon come to the front of them again, and there will be a cruel reality.

The full moon party... is just a buffer zone "to the future", but not an intersection.

So, how should he choose the future?

As Alice said, they were all trapped in a rut, confused and confused, anxious and fear, nervous and uneasy, but they couldn't find the answer.

Because life has no correct answer.

For Ronan, this is a more difficult problem. He was not qualified to think before, but now he has no time to think. He was rushed to a dead end. Before he could fully adapt to the present, he had to think about the future. So, what should he do?

Looking up at the vastness and breadth of the sky, the broken diamond-like stars fell on the blue and black velvet, and the unknown infinite slowly expanded in the tranquility. The boundless vastness created a difficult time to move. Because it was too grand, it lost its direction and positioning. It instantly caused a big explosion in my mind and thoughts surged.

Even the North Star seemed to disappear into the vast sea of ​​stars.

what to do?

Can anyone help?

"Help me, as if the surrounding walls collapsed and surrounded me. Sometimes I want to give up, but I can't. This is not what I was born with (it-isn't-in-my-blood)." (Note 1)

In the quiet night, the emotions in my mind turned into melody, gently rippling in my mind, and gently oscillating in my throat. Anxiety and fear, loneliness and confusion, the invisible suffocation made my stomach start to burn, and the heart hit my chest in a panic and disorderly manner, with a kind of suffocation despair.

Those notes are so real and so clear, those melodies are so clear and so heavy, and they are surging in the blood. This feeling is a little familiar in the strangeness, but there is no time to taste it carefully, and then it is immersed in the melody and falls little by little.

It was like...gravity dragged the heart to the bottom of the lake, and the dark blue lake water surrounded it, and then it sank endlessly.

Involuntarily, Ronan slowly closed his eyes, panickedly concealed the surging warmth, and the familiar darkness surrounded him.

From last night to tonight, twenty-four hours passed, and the continuous high-pitched emotions seemed to finally relax a little. The complex taste just surged up like this, and the happiness and joy that could be heard and seen again, onto the stage, and singing to the fullest is so strong, but the stronger it is, the sadness is.

In the future, for the first time in his life, he truly had the option of "future", but in a blink of an eye, he had to face the choice of a fork intersection again.

Sometimes, he also wants to give up, but... he can't.

He can't do it, he really can't do it, because such genes have never flowed in his blood. Give up has never been his life option.

He can't give up.

He couldn't give up.

Even if you just stop and adjust for a moment, you may fall into the abyss at any time, just like a solo dancing person standing on a rope at a high altitude, ignoring the sea of ​​swords and fires in front of you, ignoring the thorns under your feet, and keeping moving forward regardless of your concern. Just grasp today step by step and strive for tomorrow. A little bit of relaxation and hesitation will be crushed to pieces.

He can't.

"Lying flat on the bathroom floor, my heart was deserted, and my anxiety and impetuousness swallowed me up. I gave me something to relax my tense nerves."

Emotions evolved into musical talismans, humming softly at the mouth, and the pain and struggle deep in their hearts condensed into a melody, hitting their chest hard, and the heart could feel a torn pain, so dull that it could not breathe, but the humming sound still refused to stop, just like a drowning person grasping the last driftwood.

Once upon a time, music was the only reliance to dispel darkness and cold.

Now, melody has once again become a way to liberation and release, and those notes flow out continuously. Because they are too real, the heart cannot help but curl up and tighten up with the melody. They are too real and too eager to almost breathe, but... they still cannot stop.

It seems that I am immersed in the world of music like this.

"A drink, you will relax; take her home, you will forget your annoyance. Keep telling me that everything will be fine, but is it true?"

If... if... if the "future" comes, he really chooses to give up, the band will disband, and he will turn around like this, because he will see the light again, and he can re-create his life with his own hands, and he can re-build his future with his feet on the ground, and this life will be different after all.

He can find happiness and happiness, he can find love and friendship, he can bloom like summer flowers, but...but, is it really the case?

Really, is that?

Note 1: In-my-blood—shawn-mendes

Note 2: All the music that appears in this book can be found in the works related to the catalogue.
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