The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1471 Ripples in the Heart Lake
Birth, aging, sickness and death are the eternal themes of life, and everyone knows this.

However, in real life, this is the most difficult and unsolvable problem. Even if we experience it again and again, we still cannot face it calmly.

Like love, they are about coming together and parting; but unlike love, they are about joy, anger, sorrow and happiness, and ultimately become subjects that everyone cannot escape.

Inspiration not only stirred in Anson's mind, but also in Dustin's mind.

At this time, it can be clearly seen that Dustin is slightly excited.

"Even though we all know this, every time we face death, every time someone leaves our lives, the feeling of powerlessness remains the same. It seems the same whether we experience it once or ten times. The pain and struggle never change."

"But the reality is that we all have to say goodbye to our loved ones eventually."

"It doesn't necessarily mean birth, aging, sickness or death. The so-called farewell and separation can take many forms."

"Love, family, and friendship. We once thought that some friends would accompany us until old age and would never separate; but at some point, we suddenly realized that our best friends had drifted away. Without quarreling, falling out, or even saying goodbye, we just..."

Anson took over the conversation and whispered, "It's just that we haven't been in touch for a long time."

"We have embarked on completely different paths in life. Although we are still friends, we will no longer accompany each other through every ups and downs and turns in life; perhaps we have accompanied each other through important years, but now we are strangers."

That's life.

When we are young, we always easily believe in "forever": we make a pinky promise to remain unchanged for a hundred years.

Everything couldn't be simpler.

But one day I finally realized that "forever" seems to be just a fairy tale woven by people, bringing a few moments of false hope in the endless pain and despair of life. There is no eternal love, no eternal family and friendship, and no memories that will never disappear.

Those things that we thought would never fade and never disappear when we were young and frivolous, have been shattered and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

And then, I grew up like this.

For example, Hayden Christensen.

To this day, Anson still doesn't know why they stopped talking. Although there are speculations and inferences, they have never been confirmed.

So, is that hatred?
No, obviously not, it's not even about dislike or rejection, it's just... over. Or in other words, they embarked on different paths.

To outsiders, Anson and Hayden were both in Hollywood, a small place the size of a palm. They would see each other every day, so how could they never have the chance to run into each other again? But that was the reality. Although they lived in the same city and even in the same circle, they never saw each other again.

Somewhat surprisingly, this is the norm.

This is life, a long journey.

During this journey, we will meet many, many people, some are closer, some are more distant; some people accompany us for a longer time, some are for a shorter time; some people are separated due to accidents and never meet again, some people go their separate ways in anger because of quarrels and then scatter all over the world, and some people just embark on different journeys because of different choices at the fork in the road.

But at the end of the journey, we are still alone, and we have to close our eyes and walk the road to the underworld by ourselves.

Therefore, loneliness is the core of life.

Whether we are willing or not, whether we accept it or not, we eventually need to learn to accept it, learn to face it, and learn to live with it.

Love? Indeed, this is a very important part, it is heart-wrenching and painful, what is love in the world, it makes people commit to each other for life and death.

However, love is not everything. There is also family affection, friendship, and many other different emotional ties, such as connections that are free from intimacy, admiration, respect, and worship, which are also important components of the countless emotions in life.

So, can we find eternity in these emotions?
then.

Anson turned back to the piano, his fingertips falling on the black and white keys again. This time, it was slightly different, there was no screaming, no shouting, no releasing of emotions, Anson just closed his eyes and hummed along with the melody.

"Hmmmm, hmmmm..."

Like a lullaby.

Light and gentle, those complicated and deep emotions are quietly hidden under the wound; but the force of the fingertips hitting the keys seems vigorous and powerful, and the strong and unrestrained emotions are all injected into the notes, running wildly and burning fiercely.

Finally, stop playing and let the resonance of the keys vibrate slightly in the air. The noisy and trivial sounds disappear into nothingness, leaving only a few remaining vibrations floating, transmitting, and surging.

Ding.

Just play a piano key, "The setting sun is like blood, escaping into the night..."

Hit another key, "You are not here, but by my side..."

Just a note, gently falling on my heart, "I let down my guard, and you withdrew..."

But it exploded with overwhelming force, "I gradually got used to becoming the person I once loved..."

Until all the notes and melodies disappeared, only Anson's voice quietly sang, "I gradually got used to becoming the person I once loved."

There is obviously no accompaniment, just the simplest and most plain a cappella, but endless loneliness and endless desolation flow out between the lips and teeth.

Even if you are covered in scars and blood, you still have to stand straight, keep moving forward, straighten your knees, and take firm steps.

The notes disappear.

Singing, stop.

The whole space fell into tranquility. All the noise and chaos calmed down. There were no raging waves or heart-wrenching pains.

Like a stone falling into the lake of heart, ripples spread out.

No one broke the silence, yet the roaring waves in my mind could not be stopped.

The buzzing sound is surging and burning. The quieter it is, the more turbulent it is; the more suppressed it is, the stronger it is. The wildly beating heart is almost about to explode.

Dustin was anxious, trying to control himself again and again, but in the end he couldn't control himself, "Anson, is that all? It sounds like just a chorus."

Mike swallowed and stretched his neck to look at Anson, his eyes looking eager, as if a man who had been hungry for three days saw a piece of steak.

Anson simply turned around and said, "Yes, this is just the chorus. I just caught some inspiration, it flashed through my mind, and I thought I should record it."

Some words and some scattered fragments can often become the spark of creation.

Dustin's eyes widened. So they just witnessed Anson's creative process. "How... how... how on earth did this happen... You mean, you just got some inspiration while performing and then recorded it temporarily?"

Anson nodded as if it was a matter of course, "Yes, that's it."

Dustin wanted to say something, but he choked on his own saliva and started coughing violently, looking extremely embarrassed.

Mike glanced at Dustin and tried to say something, but he was too busy to take care of Dustin. He quickly looked at Anson and said, "So this song is not finished yet? But the song just now has been finished, right? What's the name of that song?"

(End of this chapter)