It's so bad that even a layman would sneer at the music he plays.

Can be biased.

Charles was very disbelieving.

He is like a young man full of enthusiasm, even though he has experienced the war years, the sorrow of life and the real displacement.

He still insists on his piano dream...

The shitty music was the thing he was most proud of.

Although his performance was unpleasant and the applause he received was full of sarcasm and ridicule, he seemed to be immersed in his own world and never cared about these things every time he performed.

every time you perform.

He would also extend his hand very politely.

Showing off a gold ring on her hand...

The ring is said to have been given to him by his parents who were very proud of him.

since the death of his parents.

The most valuable thing on Charles's body is this thing...

When he was a boy, Charles carried his own dream and traveled to various places to play alone, hoping to let his own light bloom.

It's a pity that it's too dark.

No one can detect the light in him.

What everyone sees is just a little clown holding on to a very funny thing, that's all...

Qianye looked under the newspaper.

It not only writes about Charles's youth.

He also wrote about the only love in Charles' life...

"Does this count as exposing other people's privacy?"

Qianye didn't know if Charles would be angry about this.

Maybe the other party is already dead.

So even if Charles was angry, the newspaper office wouldn't think there was any problem.

You can write whatever you want, a dead person will not get up and say that you have violated his privacy...

Maybe Charles' death was a good thing for them.

After all, when the other party was alive in the past, he knew many secrets but could not reveal them. This would be very painful.

So when Charles jumped to his death.

They rushed to put all the information that had been accumulated for many years in the newspaper...

And what is written in the manuscript.

Charles' first love can be said to be quite realistic and skinny.

Well, to be precise.

Charles has never even been in love, just a crush...

After all, no woman would like a man who is short, has unattractive features and is laughed at by everyone.

The newspaper wrote that the first time Charles met his first love was when he came home exhausted from a performance one day...

It was raining heavily that day.

Without an umbrella, he could only choose to take a long way around, because the houses on that road had eaves, which could properly block some water drops for him.

The performance probably went very poorly.

It is said that there happened to be a rich man who was drinking during the performance that day, and he did not know that Charles' performance was a deliberately funny show arranged by the party.

So when Charles started playing.

He used the wine bottle in his hand to bloom a flower on Charles' head...

He also scolded Charles for what kind of bullshit he was playing, and while belittling Charles infinitely, he also asked the security to drive Charles out.

Maybe it was a shock to my heart.

In addition to being physically exhausted that day, Charles also fell into deep self-doubt...

Charles came home very late that day.

And just as he was taking a detour, he accidentally passed by a music conservatory.

But he was attracted by a beautiful piano sound in the college...

In the silence of the night, the melody and the touching rhythm of the music took deep roots in his heart.

Charles rarely praises other people's music.

Because in his opinion, his own music is unique and other people's music is rubbish.

This time the sound of music can move Charles.

That naturally aroused his curiosity due to his self-esteem...

He wanted to see it.

Who on earth can play such a piece of music?

At the same time, I was also thinking in my mind, if the song I played today was this one, would it be possible that I would not be hit on the head with a wine bottle, or pointed at my nose and scolded that I am trash...

Charles climbed over the school wall.

He gently opened the window with his hand, and his eyes passed over the irrelevant things and landed directly on the person who was playing the piano in the room.

That's a girl...

A girl wearing a pure white dress.

Her green and tender fingers skillfully danced on the keys, and every time she pressed the black and white key, it seemed to add a touch of soul to a colorless oil painting.

Charles was fascinated by what he could hear outside the window.

He leaned against the corner of the stone wall, seemingly unconcerned even if the raindrops soaked him...

From now on.

Charles became interested in this girl from the conservatory.

He found that the girl would come here to play every night, so he also changed his way home every night.

Even if it is further away.

He was willing to climb over the college wall every night and huddle in the corner to listen to the girl's music.

Maybe.

He thought he had found a soulmate...

The girl did not know that Charles existed.

She was just practicing for herself.

It is even more impossible to know that under the window sill every night, there will be a man huddled in the corner listening to the music he plays...

This kind of thing went on for a long time.

Until one night, the girl did not come to the college because of something. Charles felt panicked after not seeing the girl.

In his mind, he kept fantasizing about the reason why the other party did not come.

While I was thinking that something might have delayed me, I was also thinking that there might have been an accident...

That night Charles couldn't sleep.

He felt nervous for a while, relieved for a while, and sad for a while...

When I got up the next day.

Through the mirror, he saw himself who had not slept all night and his face was yellow and ugly, and he was sure that he had fallen in love with the other person...

This is except for the piano.

The second thing that interested him.

However, this kind of love is very painful.

Because when you really like someone, even Charles, who is arrogant and thinks he is great, will feel inferior because of it...

He felt that his wrinkled dress was not worthy of the girl's white dress.

He felt that because of his ugly appearance, he could not stand at the same time and place with the girl.

He felt that his poor music was not worthy of being discussed with girls...

certainly.
To be continued...