I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World

Chapter 473: Chapter 312: Double the Pain, Double the Happiness_3

I understood your stance and thoughts, and you understood my concerns.

The pledge we once made when we built our business together, now crumbling, has regained its resonance.

We each take a step back, and then move forward together.

Let’s think again, whether there is still a possibility to continue with this matter.

If not, let’s part on good terms.

On the long road ahead, you continue your struggle, and I continue mine. One day, when we need each other’s help again, we will not coldly refuse the hand extended for help.

If this matter can still be continued and has value, then let’s not waver. Cheer up, resolve the conflicts, and together, give each other another chance for the sake of bringing this joint venture to its ultimate.

Outside the Register Office, a middle-aged man with an indifferent expression sits on a bench, idly playing with his phone.

In his briefcase are his marriage certificate and household registration.

He is waiting for someone, his wife.

What was once a deep, inseparable bond, has dissipated amongst years of simple meals and quarrelling.

Time has worn away the enthusiasm of youth, leaving behind only cold stares.

No one has cheated, no one has betrayed, but life has indeed become unbearable, and all that remains in their gazes are resentment and disdain.

Let it go.

End it like this.

Give everyone a release.

The man opens the WeChat group “Happy Family” and sees a message from his son in junior high school.

“Dad, Mom, I won’t be home this weekend. I’m going to a friend’s house.”

The man replies: “Okay, I got it.”

The man switches back to private chat and asks his wife, “How much longer?”

“Fifteen minutes.”

With nothing better to do, the man opens No. 1 Fly to listen to some songs and ease his mind.

First, he sees a pop-up advertisement.

“Join us to savor the latest work from the mysterious band Salvation Band – ‘Never Walk Alone’.”

The middle-aged man casually clicks on it.

Seven minutes later.

He rubs his eyes.

He recalls that autumn fifteen years ago when they walked hand in hand under the tree-lined path strewn with fallen leaves.

The autumn wind blew the yellow leaves from the trees, sending them swirling through the air.

Who knows how long they walked?

Man said: “Let’s get married.”

Woman said, “Alright.”

It was all very peaceful and natural, without any grand declarations of love or breathless pledges. It simply felt right.

The man once thought such love was the most beautiful because, after all, it is the simple truth.

But what has happened now?

The man touches his own cheek, cold and damp.

His wife arrives.

The woman says, “Hurry up, I’m in a rush.”

The man hands her his headphones, “Listen to this song.”

Art’s ability to change the times is not as bombastic as that of science; instead, it is like a gentle spring rain, quietly nourishing humanity during their slumber, rejuvenating withering buds and gently sprouting seeds trapped in frozen soil.

Since the beginning of 2020, the new Renaissance of Human Civilization still unfolds as scheduled and injected with fresh momentum.

The flowers of creative thought seemed to have been given growth hormone, growing wildly.

With Avril Green releasing ‘The Invincible War God’ in 2028, the starry rock style was firmly established, and this ongoing cultural flourishing, which lasted for two hundred years, entered a new phase with a bang.

The New Renaissance created by Harrison Clark in the past was still within the logical scope of the public, and looking back on history, it seemed like a dazzling era, but it was still reasonable.

This time, no one dared to call it a “Renaissance.”

Before this, human artistic creativity in any era should be collectively referred to as the primary stage.

After this, human artistic creativity leaped to the intermediate stage.

This is called soaring!

It is a revelation of civilization!

In the following centuries, the views on this cultural flourishing from human scholars, historians, scientists, and top artists were consistent.

This was truly an unprecedented and never-to-be-repeated leap in progress; it was a miracle.

After observing the overall changes in the field of art, Harrison Clark once again focuses on the artists under Summit Ventures.

Carrie Thomas’ fate is closely related to Harrison Clark’s, and every step of Carrie’s transformation is reflected in Harrison himself.

Not long after completing “Octaves,” Carrie successively released the singles “You Think I’m Not Here,” “No Regrets in This Life,” and “Dreamwalking in Virgo.”

Apart from “Dreamwalking in Virgo,” the songwriter’s name for the other two songs was still Harrison Clark.

At the time, Harrison was still quite embarrassed, wanting to decline.

“This is your song, put your name on it.”

Carrie said this: “It’s what I wrote, but not really.”

Harrison: “Hmm?”

“These are your works.”

“Huh?”

Carrie: “I don’t care how you came up with these, or what you’ll do with your other songs. But these two, they’ve completely disappeared, never to appear in the future. You brought them back, something I didn’t even have before they were lost, so they naturally belong to you.”

Harrison: “Huh?”

Carrie chuckled and poked him on the forehead, “What are you confused about? In this lifetime, you’ve never lied to me, and I already know the truth behind it. The impact on my worldview and mentality is immense, and my state of mind has changed a lot compared to before. Now, if you force me to write these two songs again, I might barely be able to create something of the same quality but the emotions expressed in the works would be completely different. I can’t write ‘You Think I’m Not Here’ and ‘No Regrets in This Life’ like this anymore.”