Six Hundred and Sixty Eighth One Step Forward

Apparently, Alena, who was still calm and smiling slightly, was unfamiliar to Ronan.

Because from now on, Alena has always been calm and firm. She clearly knows what she wants, and she shows her edges and edges without hesitation, and goes all out to defend her persistence. This was the case at the first meeting party, and it was no exception afterward.

Thinking back carefully, the Alena that Ronan knew was alienated, noble, sharp, and at the same time confident, proud, and firm. He could sense the fragility that no one knew was hidden behind that cold mask. , I can't help but want to explore in depth, like a flame wrapped in solid ice, the magnificent magnificence makes the mind uncontrollably approach slowly, immerse in it and gradually sink.

Ronan likes Alena like this.

He likes the contradictions in Alanna, the two completely different temperaments of coldness and hotness are naturally mixed together, he can't help but want to get closer, his eyes can't leave when his mind is swaying, and the confusion in his heart The gorgeous fragrance of petals blooming in the midst of difficulties and hardships guides oneself to continue to explore bravely on the road of chasing dreams.

Today, Alena carefully showed the fragility in the ice, and those contradictions and complexities were far more complicated than Ronan imagined.

But Ronan did not flinch, but watched Alena quietly, trying to get closer, opened his chest, and gave her a hug, but he still controlled himself, did not show any pity or sympathy, just talked on an equal footing way, giving each other an opportunity to communicate.

Everyone has their own fear and vulnerability, and everyone needs to learn to face it, even if they know they have faced it, they can't find an answer.

"...But, you always know what you think."

Ronan raised his own question, but saw Alena shook her head lightly, with a slight smile showing a bit of bitterness at the corner of her mouth.

Ronan didn't rush to speak, but remained silent, waiting patiently.

Alena thought about it seriously, "I just know how I feel."

"Most of the time, I don't know what I want, because now everything is arranged, it doesn't need my independent thinking to work, I just need to follow the arrangement, they say I have a violin talent, they say I play differently than others, they say I should go on tour in America..."

"So, I did it, it was as simple as that."

Alena stared quietly at Ronan's eyes, those eyes that looked like a vast ocean always shone with a firm light, which made her also determined.

"I don't have the right to choose the direction of my life, but at least I know how I feel, like, dislike, hate, don't hate... So, I live according to my feelings and make those choices and decisions. "

Then, Alena slightly raised her eyebrows and joked, "I actually have a lot of choices besides not giving up the violin and not giving up the tour."

Ronan slightly pulled the corner of his mouth, trying to show a smile, but failed. He just stared at Alena, with a touch of tenderness in his eyes, and looked at Alena carefully, as if he could touch Alanna with his eyes. The invisible but real scars on Lena's body.

Like the King for a Day, people saw the band's brilliance above the Grammys, so "seven years" became a simple word, and it didn't seem so difficult, but people couldn't see the darkness of seven years , the band has swayed on the verge of giving up countless times.

The same goes for Alena.

People have seen the brilliance of this violin genius girl, with numerous achievements, bathed in applause and cheers, and at a young age, she has the glory and halo that other people can't enjoy in their entire lives.

But people couldn't see the real Alena under the halo, just like a lost girl.

At this moment, they can see the similar soul light in each other, which is flickering faintly.

Not only because of the scars, but also because of the strength hidden behind the scars, the faint but firm light made them see the differences but also feel the similarities. In the final analysis, they are all inferior.

One, lacking confidence in his own talent, just chasing the only "certainty" he knows, and then running all the way, but always with anxiety.

One, lacking confidence in one's own life, just follow the arrangement like a marionette, looking for the real self in confusion and confusion.

That different but similar faint light guides the souls to approach each other slowly in the dark. In this way, the same frequency of heartbeat can be felt between the entanglement of sight and sight.

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Even if there is only silence and quiet flowing in the air, you can still feel the throbbing and trembling from the beating of the heart.

Alena doesn't like to talk about these things with others, because people always can't understand her situation, either look at her with a kind of pity "you have no childhood and no choice", or look at her with a kind of "being in the world". Fu Zhong didn't know Fu that you were showing off on purpose" looked at her with jealous eyes.

She just wanted to say that things were not that simple; however, it took too much effort to justify each time, and as time passed, she gave up.

But Alena likes Ronan's eyes, which are light, warm, and gentle, and seem to be able to truly touch the wounds of the soul, and those ugly scars have also become gentle, not pity, sympathy, envy, but just A ray of sunshine and a warm current poured into the bottom of my heart shallowly.

They just stared at each other, listening to the slow flow of air, the beating of the heart and the flow of blood playing a symphony.

The words were cut off at this point, and neither of them continued to discuss in depth.

They can still communicate in depth, but those words have lost the power of language, because in many cases, the complexity of life cannot be carried by language, and the thickness of emotion cannot be distinguished by language. On the contrary, speaking seems too simple and too much If you are frivolous, let Jing complete the communication.

A look is worth a thousand words, and it seems that they can truly see the color deep in each other's souls, and that gorgeous color is intoxicating.

Gently, the corners of the mouth lifted up.

Alena thought she would be sad, lost, panicked, and timid, because she never showed herself in front of other people, but she didn't.

Not only did she not, but she felt a sense of relief, so she said, "So, what should I do now?"

This time, she wanted to be willful for a while, to truly follow her heart and take an active step.

Ronan opened his mouth slightly, trying to make a joke, but in the end he restrained himself, put down the cup in his hand, and walked towards Alena. The tall and straight figure completely covered Alena, and then held it with both hands That cheek, the entanglement of eyes and eyes narrowed the distance between each other, and finally disappeared completely, and the two figures were completely overlapped and entangled together.

The air is slowly heating up and boiling.