One Hundred and Ninety-Seven Uploaded

"King of the Stage ()"

"This is... Ollie?"

The hesitation in Maxim's voice was almost overflowing, and the brows that moved closer to the middle clearly expressed indeterminate confusion.

The person whose name was called also followed the probe to look over, simply took the phone, zoomed in and took a closer look, but still looked at Ronan blankly, "Is this me?"

"Hahaha." Ronan didn't answer, overjoyed.

In the photo, a palm-sized black spot is running wildly on the road with its back to the camera, just like Forrest Gump running across the entire United States in "Forrest Gump". Fighting against the strong wind, and relentlessly rushing towards the end of the world, you can vaguely see the tension of the back muscles, and the strength and passion burst out like this, showing the strong emotions before the destruction.

A figure running, a miracle of nature.

The simplest photo composition bursts out with wonderful power, and the photo itself has completed the narrative, as if... that figure is chasing the light, even if the head is broken, even if the sky is falling apart, even if the world is destroyed, he is still persistently and crazily heading towards the world. Run away with the light at the end.

Indeed, the powerful impact of the plane has already appeared on the paper and rushed to the face, which is a perfect combination with the artistic conception of "chasing the light".

Cliff took the phone back from Ollie's hand again, looked at it for a long time, squinted his eyes like a grandpa with blurred vision, and finally shook his head, "I can't tell who it is, how is this possible? It can be seen that there is no problem if you say it is Maxim or Ronan."

"Why don't you say it's you." Maxim immediately complained, and picked up the phone again.

Cliff mercilessly gave Maxim an elbow - judging from the ratio of height and weight, there is indeed a gap between him and the other three teammates, even if it is just the back, it can still be seen at a glance, Maxim These words were clearly slandering him.

"Ah." Maxim uttered a strange cry. After dodging, he zoomed in on the photo carefully, looked at the details, and finally said firmly, "This is Ollie, and the running movement is Ollie's habit. , but the most critical evidence is this T-shirt.”

Putting down the phone, Maxim yelled at Oli, "Isn't it this one? This one! Oli, I know you like this white T-shirt very much, but you've been wearing it for three years, and the T-shirt has been worn out." It has been deformed, and the shape is no longer correct, so there is no need to continue to be persistent.”

"White T-shirt?" Cliff's head was full of question marks: Is this all right? Isn't the white t-shirt the same? The four of them usually wear white T-shirts.

But here, Maxim is already pulling Ollie's white T-shirt, like a "CSI" police officer, grabbing the evidence and making Ollie protest again and again.

At this time, Alice had the opportunity to pick up the phone, looked it over carefully, and turned to Ronan, "Is this Ollie?"

Although he asked a question, his eyes were very sure - those who are really familiar with the band can still catch clues and finally determine their identity.

Ronan nodded in affirmation, "Well, that's the guy. At that time, I asked Ollie to walk up, show a natural state, and capture the moment of taking pictures, but he dragged like a classic car out of shape, and then Maxim yelled 'Rattlesnake' from the side, and Ollie was so frightened that he ran wildly, crying while running... Hahahaha... That scene was so funny... I took a picture to commemorate it, but unfortunately I didn't record a video."

Because it was very windy at the time, Alice did not go out to shoot with her in order to protect the machine, but used a video camera to record in the compartment, and she did not know so much about what happened outside. Now as soon as Ronan explained it, the missing pieces of the puzzle were connected.

Alice picked up the laptop that Maxim had left on the table, and quickly uploaded the photos from Ronan's phone to the computer.

Then start editing.

"Hush!"

At this time, Ollie, who was still full of question marks about the protagonist of the photo, made gestures to the two guys who were wrestling.

"Hush! Be quiet! Alice is at work."

After that, Maxim and Cliff both calmed down and kept as quiet as possible, not daring to disturb Alice's retouching homework.

Because they all know the consequences of disturbing Alice who is working, and disturbing Alice is tantamount to annoying the Cooper brothers and sisters. The power of this mixed doubles is really beyond their ability to bear; The importance, they themselves are very clear.

So, it became quiet.

Retouching pictures is not Alice's specialty, but it is not difficult for Alice. It took about 20 minutes to complete the project smoothly.

In fact, the composition and tone of the picture are already very good. The strokes from nature are the most perfect. Alice is not going to destroy this beauty, so the main purpose of retouching the picture is to adjust the contrast of some tones and increase the sci-fi doom revealed by the whole photo. Feeling, the atmosphere came out immediately.

After consulting the band members and getting unanimous affirmation, Alice directly completed the upload, and then handed the computer back to Maxim, who then completed the rest of the work. After all the formalities were completed, it was already early in the morning. .

Maxim clicked OK, then raised his head, and said to his teammates, "It's over."

"...That's it?" Ollie felt a little empty, there was no paper fireworks or champagne, only fried chicken bones all over the table, and then there was no special feeling.

"Otherwise?" Cliff also retorted, but there was no more to say after he finished speaking, and it was noticeable that he also felt a sense of emptiness, "This is the case in the Internet age, everything happens on the virtual network, even if we I wanted to find proof, but I couldn't find it..."

Halfway through the speech, Cliff didn't know what he was talking about, and what he was about to express, so the words just stopped and there was no more words.

For a while, everyone fell into silence, each thinking, and seemed to be dragged by the messy thoughts into the sadness of the vast and dark night in the early morning. Finally, Ronan's clear voice sounded again, "Congratulations, Congratulations", cheerful The words also applauded themselves, trying to enliven the atmosphere.

"We are also a band with a name now. Next, let the audience judge and see if our music can really impress them, or we are a concert-only band that can only be heard face-to-face. Impress the audience. The magic moment is about to be revealed.”

The nervousness melted and disintegrated in Ronan's brisk and humorous words, because whether it was the former or the latter, the result was positive. One day the Kings finally saw a glimmer of light in the long darkest moment, just as According to Ronan, they finally ushered in a turning point.

That's something to celebrate, to be content with the present rather than dreading the future.