Forgot, give up, turn around.

It seems that as long as you learn to be numb, everything will be fine; it seems that as long as you learn to deceive yourself, everything will change; it seems that as long as you learn to give up, everything will return to track... After giving up music, giving up dreams, giving up persistence, he will be able to find a brand new sky again.

But, is that really the case?

Is it really that simple? Can he really be willing to do so? Can he really be happy? Can he really find his own future? Can he really give up?

Once upon a time, life that came to an abrupt end was his shackles. He was unwilling to let it go and he had regrets, so he gritted his teeth and ran wildly just to fight for a breath. But now, he has regained his health, so should he choose another way? Give up music and open up a broader life?

Whether it was once or now, the music dream seems to be a dead end, and perhaps giving up is really easier.

"……ah!"

The roar in the depths of the soul erupted from childhood to earth, and the drums in the mind were vented in full swing like thunder, so that the heart was completely curled up, and even the blood vessels could feel the tingling pain, curled up all over, and rushed to the peak bit by bit.

ah.

ah!

The roar in the depths of the soul broke through the shackles and burst out from his throat. "Help me, as if the surrounding walls collapsed and surrounded me. How many times I wanted to give up, no medicine can cure it; Who will help me, anxiety is turning over, how many times I wanted to give up, but I can't." (Note 1)

Give up, just give up, just turn around, just forget, but... he can't, he can't do it.

It is precisely because I understand what it means to persevere and what I need to face, because I understand the ups and downs and thorns of the road ahead, because I understand that my persistence is a stupid choice, and because I understand what kind of situation my unwillingness will push myself into... He understands that he understands everything, but he still can't do it.

He can't.

The emotions were instantly released. Ronan couldn't help but clenched his fists, opened his eyes again, looked up and saw the stars reflected in the depths of his pupils, clearly and brightly capturing the brilliant and gorgeous starlight, as if he could capture a bright red tear open the night, and then... the whole world was burning in sight.

"I didn't give up in my blood! I was born like this, and I refused to give up!"

The energy in the melody is pushed to the extreme with the treble. A beautiful pause control makes the emotions bloom at the peak, but it is beautifully received. The blood is boiling and the blazing flames surge deep in the pupils, and the steaming water vapor bursts out with a bright light.

The singing echoed in the empty dry swimming pool, and the echo of the swaying sound hit the eardrums, stirring up layers of ripples. Although there was no drop of water in the dry swimming pool, you could feel the magnificence and majesty of the stormy waves surging.

Quietly, Alice quietly looked at Ronan's silhouette through the camera lens, and instantly she developed a kind of openness and distantness of "opening her arms to the sea on the cliff". It seemed that her chest could embrace the blue sky and the sea, and the entire blue world was in her arms.

Involuntarily, irresistible, tears filled my eyes.

The hot tears blurred the vision, and the misty touched the whole heart warmed up. She heard that she heard the call for help from Ronan, and she also heard the struggle and pain in Ronan. In the final analysis, Ronan was just an ordinary person, an ordinary person who was struggling with dreams everywhere. After seven years of persistence, she ran towards a front where she could never see the end, and was even uncertain whether she was in the right direction.

He would also be tired, he would also want to give up, he would also understand the right choice, but... he could not.

He really can't.

He even made a call for help, hoping that someone could stop him, even tie him up, and force him to give up those persistences.

but……

But Alice knew that even if someone tied up Ronan's hands and feet, he couldn't tie up Ronan's soul. His soul was always free, enthusiastic, and crazy. His soul always spread its wings and soared freely. The sky was where Ronan's heart was. No one could stop him.

It was flowing in Ronan's blood, it was imprinted in the depths of Ronan's soul, and it was born with it.

Ronan's clean and transparent voice gushed in Alice's ears. The treble that hit the point hides a little tenderness and unyielding enthusiasm. It slowly lingers in the night, so clear and so warm, and instantly defeats all defense lines and warms the whole heart.

Through the camera, Alice looked at Ronan's back, as if after all the power was vented, her shoulders drooped, and her lowered head fell large shadows. At this time, the outline of her facial features could no longer be seen, and she could only capture a trace of loneliness and desolation.

Sizzle.

Sizzle.

The sound of camera film rolling spread in the air, and then a crackling sound came from my ears. The street lights next to the swimming pool seemed to have short circuited, and some sparks burst out for no reason, but they did not light up in the end, but were completely extinguished, and then a burnt smell came.

Alice and Ronan both raised their heads suddenly and looked at the street light of sacrifice. A little confused appeared in their eyes, and then Ronan noticed Alice's existence.

When Ronan turned his head, he saw the camera at a glance. His footsteps and movements were obviously stiffer, not very natural, and even his voice became formal, a bit artificial, "You...why are you here? When did you appear there?"

"Puchi", Alice laughed directly and carried the camera close to Ronan. "There is no need to be nervous. You just need to ignore the existence of the camera. Just be yourself and keep the most real and simplest self, that's fine." Then Alice photographed her own camera, "It is my other pair of eyes."

Alice used the camera lens to approach Ronan's face. Seeing Ronan raise his hand in a mess to stop him, Alice laughed happily, then turned off the camera and put it aside - the shooting time tonight should be enough, and if you continue shooting, you need to change the film.

But Ronan was still not very adaptable. After confirming that the camera was turned off, he felt a little relaxed. "The lens is there, how can we ignore it?"

"So you need to get used to it." Alice said with a smile, and after a moment of silence, she continued, "I think you should stick with it."

Luo Nantou looked confused.

Alice explained, "I mean, the song I just now. I can feel the power in the melody and the emotions in the lyrics. If this is not the reason for you to continue to persevere, then life will not find a more perfect answer."

Speaking of this, Alice gently hit Ronan's shoulder with her shoulder, "Believe me, you belong to the stage. When you start singing, you look different. Really, I can see your aura! This is what you are born with (it-is-in-your-blood)."

Note 1: In-my-blood—shawn-mendes
Chapter completed!