CHAPTER 1447: CHAPTER 1: THE BLACK CELLO (PART 3)

In the following days, he continued trying various ways to greet the two people in the city, and later settled down here, starting to plant trees and trim the chaotic vines and plants.

And so, three months later, the old man saw the garden filled with roses while on a walk and nodded slightly to greet him.

Later, the woman living alone finally accepted the flowers the man brought and invited him in for a cup of tea.

"So you know Prince." In the gradual conversation, the two learned of the man’s intentions, expressing such a sentiment.

"That kid lived here since childhood, then grew up and went out to explore, only returning ten years ago." The old man reminisces.

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"You ask about Prince’s childhood, that kid wasn’t talkative from a young age, pouting, like a little adult, not sociable."

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"Speaking of extraordinary or special things, I don’t really remember much, the only impression is that he played the violin well even then, and for that, there were girls confessing to him."

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"The result? The result was no result, they probably spent about two months together before breaking up, the specific reasons we don’t know, looking at it now, it seems Prince wasn’t the kind of musical prince that young girls fantasized about." The elderly woman evaluated, saying with a smile, as if recalling her own youth.

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"His character should be very stubborn, but it doesn’t show openly, instead, he vents it in his music, that’s probably the world he likes." Another elderly person recalled.

"There are actually quite a few people like that, it’s just that they don’t reveal it in short interactions, and often people can’t see themselves clearly, thinking they can adapt and accept, but when really faced with that situation, they can’t endure it at all." The old man once again spoke of his life experience.

"I don’t think it’s an impulse, in fact, that’s just you yourself, the real you free from the shackles of societal morals."

"I increasingly feel that some choices made in youth, seemingly accidental and unconscious, are actually driven by one’s fundamental nature, even if it seems the correct thing from an outsider’s view, if disliked, there’s a subconscious avoidance or almost self-fulfilling failure."

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"Hahaha, so you want to persuade Prince."

"He indeed is a difficult person to get along with, even for us old folks who know his past, it’s a bit tricky."

"To have him go out with you, to explore again? This idea is difficult, he is not a material-minded person."

"Moreover, you won’t be able to ask him his true thoughts, those are quite obscure things, I guess he analyzes himself more than you can guess."

"It’s a pity you’re a man and not a fair-skinned, beautiful girl, if you were a girl, he might be swayed, haha, I was the same when I was young, always thinking I was firm, but in the end swayed by a gentle girl."

"Alright, no more joking, I advise you to give up, I also know a bit about Prince’s situation, he’s waiting for death like us."

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After ending the inquiry with the two old people, the man, although having learned a lot about Prince’s past, still couldn’t persuade this old friend to come out of retirement.

"So in the end, you brought me this." Prince sat on that familiar second-floor balcony, where there was a small table and a teapot and cups.

"Yes." Saying this, the man put down the projector in his hand.

Pressing the button on it, the black light curtain gradually enclosed the surroundings, then a beam of light shot out, soon diverging to form a three-dimensional projection.

On the stage, the black-haired girl in a black dress closed her eyes slightly, singing softly, the song with a hint of sadness flowed in the quiet balcony.

"Good song, and a beautiful girl."

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"You say, is this your only surviving daughter?"

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"She has already become a songstress, why do you still want her to die, isn’t this what you longed for in the past, for a great songstress to change this degenerate, decaying world full of lies and foolishness."

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"Such a funny person, now you tell me you no longer believe in this ideal because you increasingly realize that such change brings not rebirth, but another even more extreme world."

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"No one wants to become the sages described in scriptures, because for most people, that is extremely oppressive and uncomfortable, as well as painful and twisted."

"I used to deeply hate those who were full of lies until one day I saw myself in the mirror."

"Turns out I didn’t truly want to be that kind of person, just wanted to enjoy the adoring gaze and countless privileges that identity brought."

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"The better her talent in being a songstress, the further she would err, taking everyone to the abyss in the end because she wouldn’t learn from failure to understand and accept the filth of reality."

"Moreover, this idealism inherently carries a sense of justice, making many people foolishly believe."

"Until they can’t hold on, and the building collapses, everything pouring out will be more intense and despairing than before."

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"Didn’t you notice, when you’re telling me this and even trying to change past mistakes, that’s when you’re most idealistic, because you still haven’t let go, still living in that obsession."

"But, that’s what makes impulse so peculiar."

"I agree to your invitation to meet that girl, to show her the dark side of human nature, if she collapses from not being able to persist, it shows she indeed is a mistake, the predicted end of despair."

"And if she persists, becoming even more obsessively committed to her ideal?" The man finally spoke.

"Then let’s watch this world gradually enter despair together."

"Before dying, seeing so many people falling into the same predicament as myself, it instead brings me comfort, now you know what kind of person I am."

"I have recognized my own darkness and no longer wish to change it."