CHAPTER 1540: CHAPTER 39: THE YOUNG GIRL PLAYING THE PIANO (PART 3)

"What is Huo Li doing now?" Tilan curiously asked the man in the purple shirt who had turned to his side.

"I guess I’m in the arts sector, doing a bit of everything, image design, clothing alterations, occasionally even making some ornaments for people," he turned his head to answer.

"Hmm, that’s nice too." Although Tilan didn’t know the specifics of his current situation, with the powerful perception of a Songstress, she felt he wasn’t doing badly at all.

Perhaps over these years, he has also experienced many baptisms of life, she silently blessed these former classmates and then continued to follow Yilin to the next person.

Kai Nuo, Chen Zhiyu, Jian Buyan, these prominent figures in the class almost needed no introduction from Yilin, Tilan could recognize them at a glance. As for other classmates she interacted less with, because there was little communication in the past, she had to try and guess based on the changes over the years to be sure.

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"And this person?" Yilin pulled Tilan to the last corner.

The figure sitting in front of Tilan stood up somewhat awkwardly. Although he had gained some weight, Tilan quickly guessed his name from the thick glasses and plain clothes.

"It’s David, right?" She remembered, this was one of the few classmates in the class who spoke even less than she did.

"Yes." The other person gave a rather shy smile, then turned his head away.

Seeing such an instinctive action, the girl suddenly recalled the overlapping figure in her memory. Despite the significant change in appearance, when it came to personality, he hadn’t changed at all.

"What kind of work is David doing now?" Tilan’s curiosity rose again.

"Working at a media company, doing some textual sorting and organizing work." Compared to those flashy and glamorous jobs, his work seemed like an ordinary pool of water, bland and unremarkable.

"I see." Tilan nodded slightly, her gaze shifting downward, then lifted again.

"I remember David used to love reading." In class, David was the one who liked to stay in a corner with his books.

"Hmm."

His short reply conveyed his gratitude that Tilan still remembered these details, but he wasn’t good with words, unable to cleverly and appropriately respond. In the end, he could only hum a single word, like a fish releasing bubbles in still water.

But fortunately, there exist special beings like Songstresses in this world, who can understand the tumultuous emotions within you without needing words. And this silent understanding is the most gentle and powerful force in the world, breaking through layers of human barriers, linking one closed heart to another.

"I know, David really wants to write the stories in his heart, right."

The girl’s voice, like the finest gold thread, fell deep into this ordinary soul, lifting up that dusty dream little by little.

"I’ll be waiting for the day you finish your story because I really want to know what kind of captivating and lively world it will be."

Such a sentence, like the chime of dawn, shattered the hazy mist, instantly waking the once lost and wandering figure.

Perhaps the surroundings were still a stretch of wet mud and withered weeds, but that heart of flesh had never pulsated so vibrantly.

Life hasn’t stopped yet; everything will continue forward.

"Hmm, I will," David closed his eyes and answered, feeling something warm flowing from the corner of his eyes.

How embarrassing, I’m not a child anymore.

It might be that the self in my heart has never grown up.

Even with silver hair, I must keep pursuing and running towards that bright sun.

Perhaps that is the vibrant beauty of life.