1 Yizhuang Zhou Mengdie

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

The reporter in front of her is a woman in her thirties. She has carefully dressed up with the latest trend of freckle makeup to look delicate and youthful. Her slightly curly chestnut curly hair is draped lazily and casually on her shoulders, and she has a professional smile hanging on the corner of her mouth. Holding the mobile phone in his right hand, the questions raised are displayed on the screen.

Although her smile was perfect, as if it had been carefully measured, and could show her most charming and beautiful side on the TV screen at any time, Ronan, who was sitting face to face, could still catch it in those eyes. A look of concern, with gentle curiosity.

It wasn't ridicule or contempt, but sincere concern, but it was precisely this concern that made Ronan's arm muscles tense slowly.

Ronan was very familiar with this kind of look. He couldn't be more familiar with it. It showed pity and sympathy, just like looking at a weak person or a loser. Since he lost his hearing due to a tumor compressing his nerves three years ago, he has to face this look every day, every hour, and even every moment.

Controlling the surging emotions in his heart, Ronan raised his hands and completed the answer in sign language, "I can't sing."

In fact, Ronan did not lose his voice. He could still speak, and of course he could sing. However, due to his deafness, he could not hear his own voice at all, so that he lost his judgment, and then everything fell into darkness.

He once thought that the deaf world was so silent that there was no sound, but this was not the case.

The world of the deaf is noisy, like being in a boundless 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 falls into it like this In the endless nothingness.

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

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

Ronan is a singer of the new generation. His career is on the rise. He is preparing for his second album. Countless fans and passers-by are looking forward to it, and it will open up a new situation. However, three years ago, Ronan suddenly lost his hearing. , his career was completely interrupted, and then he gradually disappeared from the public eye. Countless netizens expressed their sympathy.

A year ago, another news broke that Ronan's vision has also begun to deteriorate, and it is very likely that he will completely lose his vision in the next three to seven years. The once talented singer stopped suddenly before he had time to shine. There was another wave of mournful voices on the Internet, but after all, it still failed to change Ronan's fate of being gradually forgotten.

Until recently.

Ronan has appeared in the public eye again as a songwriter. Although it has not caused much sensation yet, keen reporters still smelled the news immediately.

The reporter sighed lightly. If he hadn't been sick...

"Ronan, then, what do you most want to do now?" The reporter regained his composure and typed the question on the phone screen again.

Ronan's eyesight is not deteriorating very quickly. He can still see things now, including the unnatural flash in the reporter's expression - it's not clear but he can still see it, but everything has become blurry. It seems to be covered with a thin veil.

"Sing."

Ronan answered with his mouth and sign language.

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

give up?

After confirming that his eyes had read correctly, even though the words contained no emotion, Ronan's arm muscles tightened again and his mouth was full of bitterness.

It took all my strength to control the urge to clench my fist: He never gave up. He never gave up, even if he was forced to stop temporarily, he did not surrender!

"No."

Although vague, Ronan still expressed his thoughts clearly and accurately with his voice word by word. His eyes that had lost their light just stared at the reporter in front of him motionlessly, quietly speaking his heart. The emotions surging in the depths are more vivid and powerful than words.

The interview continued, but the reporter no longer dwelled on the illness topic of deafness and blindness, but focused on professional topics related to music.

The work was finally over. Ronan stood up and saw off all the staff, then returned to the sofa and sat down heavily. His body sank deeply into the cotton on the back of the chair. Tiredness pulled his body down slowly, as if 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.

Buzz buzz.

Buzz buzz.

The chaotic noise was still surging in his ears, but he was completely used to it.

Many times, the world can make people feel depressed and even hopeless, but Ronan believes in music, just like some people believe in fairy tales——

He has always believed unswervingly that when the notes flow slowly, those melodies are always reminding that some things cannot be taken away by darkness after all. The color and excitement of life are embellished in different ways. his world.

only...

In the dead of night, alone and bathed in the bright moonlight, he could not help but wonder, what would life be like if he had not lost his hearing? What would the world look like if he could still sing?

Like now.

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

Then, silently close your palms, as if you can control the universe, close your eyes, regain your inner peace, and then slowly and slowly fall asleep.

In a daze, 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 companions. There were no extra decorations, but it was enough.

The milky-yellow light slowly fell down, and the skin surface could feel the slightly hot temperature. The guests under the stage were drinking beer, eating French fries, and smoking cigarettes. The sound seemed to be immersed in his own world, but his peripheral vision was projected towards the stage, and he was thoughtfully enjoying his performance.

The musical notes were flowing and jumping between the strings like gurgling water, and he was singing loudly.

Everything is so real.

Those pictures, those colors, those surges... are like the echoes surging in the depths of the valley, those near and those far away, but it is difficult to distinguish clearly, just buzzing in the ear, but the chaos is clear, even the buzzing in the bar So real is the face and the babble-babble of the door in the shadows.

Then--

Buzz.

There was a muffled and long-winded buzzing in my ear, and it was pulled away like this, and then the scene in my vision began to blur, and the colorful orange light and shadow turned into blurred spots, slowly spreading, and finally evolved into a blurred spot. Clouds of smoke, characters and scenes are turned into large expanses of color.

"Ronan!"

The confident shouts came from far and near, so clear and vivid, which 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 middle consonant and the nasal consonant in Mandarin, so I always call "Luo Lan" and "Luo Nan" and I can't tell the difference. When I was young, my parents gave me such a name. I was annoyed and depressed at the neutral name, but when I heard it again at this time, there was a burst of excitement and joy in my heart.

That seemed to be my mother's voice.

But... Ronan was disappointed.

I tried to open my eyes wide, but I couldn't find the figure of my mother. Instead, the scenes around the stage went back and forth between clear and blurred boundaries:

This is a bar.

On the left is a bar counter. Lemon-yellow lights envelope the busy bartender, who leans forward to receive requests from customers. The golden beer foam and amber whiskey liquid refract the dim light, vaguely outlining the other three points. The blurred outline of the second site.

The guests on the right-hand side were sitting scattered in booths, next to them were two pool tables, a jukebox and two dart boards. The sparse guests were enjoying their own entertainment night, The expressions of gloominess or laughter are blurred in the light spots, and it is not accurate to see them.

The picture in the field of vision was blurred again, the light was too dazzling, and the dry eyes were covered with a thin layer of water mist. I closed my eyes instinctively, but I could still feel the temperature of the hot light falling on the eyelids. The water vapor evaporates before it has time to condense into teardrops.

what happened?

Opening the eyes again, the blue-black light and shadow surged below, and the deep yellow halo rolled over the top, and then the halo slowly penetrated downwards, rendering the light and shadow into peacock blue fuzzy outlines little by little, thick and colorful The brilliance is as wonderful as a splash-ink oil painting. The colors seem to be endowed with vitality, and the vigorous vitality spreads out in the field of vision.

He can see it.

A completely unfamiliar, unheard of, but real and clear scene that cannot be described by imagination alone. The lifelike image can be embodied in every detail - so vivid and so clear. This is something I have not experienced for a long time in the past year. clear.

He can hear it.

The sounds from corners and corners spread from near to far, the sounds of punches being toasted and fighting wine, shouts of looking for waiters, noises of arguing and arguing, the world suddenly became clear—those underwater sounds They all disappeared and emerged from the water one after another.

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

Those voices are so clear and vivid that they can even capture the complaints of bar guests, so beautiful that people are reluctant to close their eyes.

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