King of Stage

　　 rumbling!

　　 rumbling!

Everyone thought that the energy of the volcano had erupted, the temperature gradually settled down, the volcanic ash floating in the air and the magma that had not completely cooled down were blazing, and the remaining residual temperature could still make the surrounding area amidst the noise; but did not expect , What is surging in the air is not residual temperature, a new wave of magma eruption is brewing again, and the orange-red magma has begun to boil.

　　 So, the gaze intertwined with surprise and curiosity could not help but project it again: What happened?

　　 The people walking on the street in a hustle and bustle can vaguely feel the hot atmosphere, seem to hear the bubbling sound of the air, inadvertently, their eyes float towards the bar, and there is a touch of surprise in their eyes—

　　 "There is still such energy?"

Duncan Turner did not hide his accident in the slightest. Standing at the early five o'clock in the morning, he only felt that he was top-heavy, and he was almost unsteady. It seemed that when a gust of wind blew, he would just fall into a big somersault; His brain kept protesting, and the alarm of "sleeping to sleep" was flashing dazzling red, but he was hypnotizing bit by bit, his eyelids had already begun to fight, and his feet were even unsteady.

In fact, at two o'clock in the morning, Duncan couldn't hold it anymore. The main thing was that he had spent most of the night in the carnival. His energy had been exhausted, and he couldn't keep up with his physical strength, but he still insisted until three o'clock. With a drowsy footstep, he left the old blacksmith's bar and rushed to the coffee shop on the corner. After a bottle of Red Bull had eaten his stomach, he poured two cups of black coffee, which was a little awake.

　　 is just a little bit.

　　 Originally, Duncan was only going to rest for 20 minutes, but in the end he seemed to be stuck on a chair, and his head could also feel the call from the table—

　　 Like never before, Duncan can feel the consumption of age. Twenty minutes became an hour, and then it evolved into two hours. He just sat slumped on the spot, didn't even want to move a finger, time had lost its meaning, and then it was five o'clock in a blink of an eye.

　　 But he felt that his body and energy still hadn't recovered, and his hazy brain was still a mess.

After all, Duncan gave up his plan to carnival till dawn. Even if he didn’t want to admit it, the cruel reality is that he is not twenty years old now, and his plan to enjoy the whole full moon party can only be abandoned halfway. Going home to rest is the only thing he can do. Wise choice.

Although Duncan was very resistant to getting up and leaving, his body seemed to be stuck to the chair and the table. He always felt that his cheeks could sense the call of the table at any time; but he was worried that closing his eyes might fall into deep sleep and then stay awake, so Duncan still forced himself to cheer up, bid farewell to the party, and prepare to go home to rest.

　　 However, there is still a strong reluctance in my heart.

After graduating, working, getting married and having children, Duncan's life has entered a step-by-step rhythm. He can't feel too much change and freshness in his daily life. The boring life day after day is suffocating him a little bit—not from his wife and children. , Not from work and boss, just... can not find vitality and vitality.

　　 is like boiling a frog in warm water, not aware of the temperature change, but is accelerating towards the end of death.

That day, at the "noon" bar accidentally met, Duncan got a little inspiration to reawaken the passion and vitality of life. He is only in his early thirties, and there are still many, many years before the retirement life of two legs. He can also make his life shine, and he can also add a little color to his life.

　　 He should try harder to take a look.

　　 So, he decided to come to the full moon party, and really participate in the whole process, taking a step carefully.

Duncan told his wife about his plan to attend the full moon party, but concealed his plan to stay up all night until dawn-because he knew what his wife would say, "You are no longer an eighteen-year-old child, you should learn to grow up..." The wife is I will definitely not understand or support it.

　　 He just wanted to give it a try to see if he could break the stagnant water in his heart.

　　 But... it doesn't matter anymore, he has decided to give up.

The party is still happy and exciting, but the 30-year-old party and the 18-year-old party are no longer the same thing after all. It is not only the body that protests, but the mentality and emotions have been produced. Change, there is no way to enjoy the party like eighteen years old.

　　 When he was in the third hour of the party, he wanted to go home; and from the sixth hour, he felt that the eardrum had begun to ache.

I still remember when he was in college, he and his friends were enjoying the party, pointing to the suits who had just got off work, laughing out loud, and vowing that they would never be that way for the rest of their lives, even when they were thirty, forty, or fifty. Years old, they have to revel until dawn.

Backaches and muscle stiffness have never been something they need to worry about. The body always seems to have inexhaustible energy. A bottle of beer and a can of Red Bull can prove "perpetual motion." It is real, no matter how tired, a good night’s sleep can be restored to the original state, energetic to go to class, homework, date, UU reading www.uukanshu.com and then continue a new round of carnival party.

　　 And now?

　　 Duncan began to doubt his decision to attend the full moon party: Is he too reluctant to himself?

　　 No matter what, the wife is still right after all. He really can't hold on to the end. His knees and muscles have already started to weaken. If he doesn't go back, he suspects that he might just lie down halfway through the walk.

　　Perhaps, he should give up those unrealistic fantasies; maybe, he should return to life honestly; maybe, he should learn to accept that the ordinary is his own future.

　　 Despite this, Duncan is still a little reluctant, there is always a force in his heart that is pulling and struggling, his steps deliberately circled half a circle, passing by the old blacksmith bar, wanting to look nostalgicly again—

In fact, he also knows that looking at it will not change anything at all, and he can’t see anything when standing outside. In the end, he may see a familiar street corner scene, no more, no use less, but he still takes a detour. Walked over.

After five o'clock in the morning, the streets were still noisy, and the dense crowds of chirping did not seem to have diminished at all, like owls in a meeting, and then other night owl animals joined the ranks one after another, and heated conversations and conversations spread under the creamy yellow street lights. With.

But even so, I can still feel the tiredness and loneliness that gradually settled in the air. The heat and intensity of those coveting, those talking and laughing are obviously falling, the crowd is still turbulent, but the air is no longer boiling, and even faintly can feel the dawn is about to dawn. The tranquility of the moment spreads quietly amidst the noise.

　　 Then, it was at this time that Duncan noticed the billowing heat coming from the old blacksmith's bar, and the ripples were slowly spreading.