King of Stage

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

The reporter directly in front is a woman in her thirties. She is delicately dressed up with the latest freckles makeup and looks exquisite and young. Her slightly curly maroon hair is draped lazily on her shoulders, with a professional smile on her mouth. Holding the phone in his right hand, the question asked is displayed on the screen.

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

　　 is not a mockery or contempt, but a sincere concern, but it is precisely this concern that makes Ronan's arm muscles slowly tighten.

　　 Ronan was very familiar with the look in his eyes. It couldn't be more familiar. It was compassion and sympathy, as if he looked at a weak or a loser. Since three years ago, he lost his hearing due to tumor compression on the nerves, every day, every hour, and even every moment, he has to face such eyes.

　　 Controlling the surging emotions in his heart, Ronan raised his hands and replied in sign language, "Can't sing."

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

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

The deaf world is noisy, as if being in an endless ocean, always able to catch the trivial buzzing sound, but it has no meaning. It seems that it is not the language of a channel at all, and then the world just falls into it. In the endless nothingness.

　　 Gradually, he became silent, and over time, he seemed to forget how to speak.

　　 After the reporter learned the answer from the sign language interpreter next to him, he fell silent, and a trace of forbearance struggling flashed in his eyes, sighing.

Ronan is a new-generation singer whose career is on the rise. He is preparing for his second album. Countless fans and passers-by have expressed their expectation that a new situation will be opened; but three years ago, Ronan suddenly lost his hearing. , The business was completely interrupted, and then gradually disappeared from the public's field of vision, and countless netizens expressed their sympathy.

A year ago, news broke that Ronan’s vision has also begun to degenerate, and it is very likely that in the next three to seven years, he will lose his vision completely. The once genius singer has not had time to shine and stop like this. There was another wave of sorrow and regret on the Internet, but after all, it still failed to change Ronan's gradually forgotten destiny.

　　 until recently.

　　 Ronan appeared in the public eye again as a songwriter and songwriter. Although it hasn't caused much sensation for the time being, the keen reporter still smelled the breath of news for the first time.

　　 The reporter sighed slightly, if he didn’t get sick...

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

Ronan’s eyesight is not deteriorating fast. He can still see things, including the unnatural flashes in the reporter’s expression-not clear but still able to see, but everything becomes blurred, as if Shrouded in a thin veil.

　　 "Sing."

　　 Ronan replied with his mouth shape and sign language.

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

give up?

　　 After confirming that his eyes did not read wrongly, even though the text was not emotional, Ronan's arm muscles tightened again, his mouth was full of bitterness, and he tried his best to control the urge to clenched his fists:

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

"No."

Despite the ambiguity, Ronan still halted word by word, clearly and accurately using his voice to express his thoughts. Those eyes that had lost their light stared at the reporter in front of him motionlessly, quietly telling his heart. The emotions surging in the depths are more vivid and powerful than words.

　　 The interview is still going on, but the reporter no longer entangled the topic of deafness and blindness, but focused on professional topics related to music.

The work was finally over, Ronan stood up and sent all the staff away, then returned to the sofa and sat down hard, his body sinking deeply into the cotton on the back of the chair like this, tiredness pulling his body down slowly, like It was like a free fall, the noise and heat of the surrounding air slowly settled, the vitality that could be felt on the surface of the skin slowly cooled in the moonlight, and then the world calmed down again.

　　 buzzing.

　　 buzzing.

　　 The messy noise in his ears is still surging, but he has completely adapted.

　　 Many times, the world can be frustrating and even desperate, but Ronan believes in music, just as some people believe in fairy tales—

He always firmly believed that when the notes flowed slowly, those melody reminded every moment that some things are dark and cannot be taken away after all, and the colors and excitement of life are embellished in different ways. His world.

　　 just...

　　 In the dead of night, alone under the bright moonlight, he can't help but wonder, what would life be like if he hadn't lost his hearing? If you could still sing, what would the world look like?

　　 is like now.

Ronan spread out his palms and stretched out carefully, carefully feeling the cold moonlight falling into his palm through palm-sized windows, depicting the brilliance and magnificence of stars in the sky, and exploring the depth and vastness of the infinite universe. My brain imagined what kind of majesty those grandeur would be.

　　 Then, I closed my palms silently, as if I could grasp the universe, closed my eyes, regained my inner peace, and then slowly and slowly fell asleep.

　　 In a dizzy moment, 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. No extra decorations, but enough.

The creamy yellow light slowly fell down, and the skin surface could feel a slight hot temperature. The guests under the stage were drinking beer, eating French fries, smoking cigarettes, whispering trivial sounds between the swirling smoke. The sound seemed to be immersed in one's own world, but the light from the outside of the line of sight could be seen or projected toward the stage, watching his performance thoughtfully.

　　 Musical symbols, like gurgling water, are flowing and jumping between the strings, and he is singing loudly.

　　 Everything is so real.

Those pictures, those colors, those surgings... like the echoes in the deep valley, those near and those far, but hard to distinguish, just buzzing in the ears, but the chaos is clear, even in the bar. The babbled and swayed door in the face and shadow are so real.

　　 Then—

　　 hum.

There was a scream in my ear, dull and lengthy, so I pulled it away, and then the scene in my line of sight began to blur, the dazzling orange light and shadow turned into fuzzy spots, slowly spreading, and finally evolved into one The cloud of smoke, people and scenes have all turned into large swathes of color.

　　 "Ronan!"

　　 The emboldened shout came from far and near, so clear and so vivid, that instantly pulled Ronan’s attention, trying to find a familiar voice in the blurry halo—

Because of the Jiangnan dialect, I can’t distinguish the difference between the nasal and nasal sounds in Mandarin, so that when I call, I always make a foolish distinction between "Roland" and "Ronan". The neutral name was upset and depressed, but when I heard it again at this time, there was a burst of excitement and excitement in my heart.

　　 That seems to be a mother's voice.

　　 But... Ronan was disappointed.

　　 tried to open his eyes wide, but failed to find the mother's figure. Instead, the scene around the stage went back and forth between the clear and fuzzy boundaries:

　　 This is a bar.

On the left hand side is a bar. The lemon yellow light envelopes the busy bartender. The upper body is leaning forward to receive the request of the guests. The golden beer foam and amber whiskey liquid reflect the dim light and indistinctly outline the other three points. The second is the fuzzy outline of the venue.

The guests on the right hand side are sitting scattered in the deck. Next to it are two pool tables, a jukebox and two darts. The sparse guests are enjoying their entertainment night. UU Reading www. uukahnshu. com or gloomy or laughing expressions loomed in the light spots, which was not accurate.

　　 hurts.

The picture in the field of vision is blurred again, the light is too dazzling, and the dry eyes are covered with a thin layer of mist. I instinctively close my eyes, but I can still feel the temperature of the hot light falling on the eyelids, and it is entangled. The water vapor has evaporated before it can condense into teardrops.

what happened?

When I opened my eyes again, the blue and black light and shadow surging below, the dark yellow halo rolled over, and then the halo slowly penetrated down, gradually rendering the light and shadow into a fuzzy outline of peacock blue, thick and colorful. The splendor is as wonderful as a splash-ink oil painting, the colors seem to be given vitality, and the vigorous vitality spreads out in the field of vision.

　　 He, I can see it.

A completely unfamiliar, unheard, but true and clear scene, which cannot be described by imagination alone. The lifelike image can be embodied in every detail-so vivid and so clear, this is a long time in the past year that I have not felt the clarity for a long time .

　　He, I can hear you.

The sound of falling corners spread out from near to far, the punching of a toasting and drinking, the shouting of waiting waiters, the noise of arguing and arguing, the world suddenly became clear-all those underwater sounds. Disappeared, just like this, burst out of the water.

　　 Those colors, so rich and so bright, rushed like a waterfall, and the powerful impact made Ronan involuntarily hold his breath.

　　 Those voices are so clear and so vivid that they can even catch the voices of bar guests complaining, so beautiful that people can't bear to close their eyes.

　　 If this is a dream, can he not wake up?