Chapter 617: Chapter 394: Writing Love Songs is Also Difficult_3
Harrison Clark said, “You’re really boring.”
A mont later, Carrie Thomas seriously said: “I think I should criticize you because you don’t need to worry about at all. After the technology is mature, you can complete Elite Army 009 a few years in advance and set off earlier. I hope you can do better in your own affairs, and I don’t want to hold you back. I’m not that weak of a woman. As soon as the ti is right, you should just go, and the further the better, without waiting for to die.”
Harrison Clark was stunned, and then sighed, “It seems that everyone’s life should be divided into stages. Maybe you really think so now, and in the previous tiline’s future, you might have thought so at so age, but in the end, your last words were like that.”
This ti, Carrie didn’t retort.
She picked up another glass of juice in front of her, her eyes slightly blurred, “That’s true, so so things should be done while you are young. Otherwise, when you get old and want to try, it might be too late. Everyone gets old.”
In the moonlight, by the pool, the scenery was just perfect.
Harrison Clark vaguely sensed sothing strange.
“Don’t worry, because I’m not leaving this ti.”
“Huh? Not leaving? What do you an? Why?”
“Because it’s not necessary. I already know where the traveler has gone. It’s a done deal, and there’s no way to find it.”
His tone was relaxed, but Carrie was shocked.
After a few seconds, Carrie tentatively asked, “Do you an it’s unavoidable?”
“Yes.”
“Hiss…” Carrie began to grit her teeth and inhale.
Of course, she knew what this ant.
There was no shortcut.
The future was more desperate.
But strangely enough, Harrison Clark seed rather calm and didn’t look like he needed comforting.
“You’ve beco stronger.”
“Mm.”
Harrison Clark responded and turned to look at the night sky, his thoughts unknown.
Carrie was watching him.
He must think that those who vainly seek shortcuts are weak.
Learning to give up illusions makes people stronger.
Since there’s no shortcut, just keep your head down and push forward.
Carrie stood up and hugged his head from behind.
She wanted to say sothing but felt it unnecessary.
Ten minutes later, the two sat in the study again, opening Harrison Clark’s computer in the room.
They decided to first transcribe a music score and research the two songs in detail.
The song titles were simple, called “Moving Forward” and “Breaking the Cauldrons and Sinking the Boats.”
The concept was straightforward, as the titles suggested.
Harrison Clark’s hands were now very fast, completing the music arrangent in less than ten minutes with the software.
He rubbed his temples, “I’m a bit sleepy, I’ll take a nap first and adjust my biological clock. I have to attend a eting tomorrow morning.”
Carrie looked at the ti, it was only eight o’clock, not yet her bedti.
“Alright, you go to sleep, and I’ll take a look at the score.”
Two hours passed, and Carrie blankly stared at the screen of Harrison Clark’s computer, her hand over her mouth, her face red, and her heart racing.
The things on the screen were not music scores, but so unspeakable images.
She had finished reading the scores and had tried to sing them softly.
They were pretty good, but they didn’t inspire any new ideas for her.
After that, she began to aimlessly wander around Harrison Clark’s computer out of boredom.
She wanted to know more about Harrison Clark.
Of course, she didn’t expect to find any real secrets in this computer.
After all, this was Mr. Clark’s computer in Carlisle, connected to the internet, so important information couldn’t be stored inside.
Harrison Clark had forgotten one thing.
This computer had synced with all the files copied from the hard drive of his old computer from his college days.
There were so stocks in there.
College students, who doesn’t have a stash?
It’s just human nature.
As a result, Carrie just casually clicked on a few videos, and then she saw the images that “hurt her eyes.”
After all, she had been in the club scene and had experienced the ups and downs of life, so Carrie wouldn’t say she was an old hand, but she knew n.
So, she wasn’t so much angry as slightly excited.
This guy is actually a normal person, huh?
I almost thought you were going to beco an immortal.
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