84: Chapter 5 Can You See It?_2 84: Chapter 5 Can You See It?_2 Besides the blonde woman in the hat, the other three were fully aware that this impulsively ford club would likely rush toward its original objectives at the speed of a high-speed train until it achieved so kind of result.
After that, it would beco an idle small group with discussions and activities unrelated to its main the.
Mr.
Shiyu opposed it, likely filled with pessimistic feelings about the upcoming month or so—the longest ti these spur-of-the-mont interests of Kardesia ever lasted.
A flicker of enthusiasm, a whim, a big effort, only to realize in the end not much worthwhile had been accomplished.
Isn’t that just what youth is?
If Gongsun Ce himself were to define it, he would say that youth is when people gather in the na of dreams and waste ti legitimately.
The value lies not in the significance or outcos, but in the people with whom ti is idly spent.
Of course, there are other ways to enjoy one’s youth.
For instance, focusing on school studies to achieve good grades; expanding one’s knowledge to enrich oneself; or working or volunteering to gain experiences not available in school settings.
Dropping out to work also defines youth, as does spending ti and energy training in superpowers or combat skills.
If he were to judge these ways of enjoying youth, he would sincerely praise, “Impressive!” and then continue living as he preferred.
He always believed that humans should spend ti in a way that suits them.
How one spends their youth could profoundly affect the later parts of their life—however, humans, after all, are beings that will turn to dust after at most a hundred years.
Looking at ti on a larger scale, the life of an individual is trivial to the world.
Except for the very few who profoundly impact history, most likely this is true for the majority.
And for this planet, the history of humankind is embarrassingly brief.
Since life is inevitably insignificant, why not spend it in peace and ease?
Viewing others and the world positively, and oneself and life negatively, makes living sowhat easier.
Gongsun Ce never shared such thoughts with others, believing they might seem too defeatist to onlookers…
and for soone who rely wanted to live a plain life, his current manner was just right.
Positive people will receive their rewards—knowledge, power, rights, status, experience, and so on.
But for those with short lives, is what is eventually lost truly important?
He thought, thirty years later, forty years, fifty years later, when money, power, rights, even health are not considered so important, people would truly reflect on their past, and the first thing that would co to mind would be the youth they lived.
Only then would the elderly realize what they had truly gained.
It’s a process of acquiring all cherished possessions and mories of laughter shared with old friends.
By then, even the ti that had been idly spent would beco a precious mory.
Therefore, the gray-haired youth agreed with so of his friend’s views; one should spend ti with everyone before youth passes.
Otherwise, decades later, looking back and finding most of the ti spent alone without old friends to share mories with, wouldn’t that be too sad?
“As age increases, so does the heart change…”
Gongsun Ce wandered leisurely through the streets, pondering what kind of youth he truly wanted.
There were disasters nad dragons in this world, and he had to stay in this city as a Superpower User, but frankly, he didn’t think his life was too bad now.
His parents were understanding and supportive of the decisions regarding Superpower Users, had regular video calls with their child each week, and would fly over with the family during public holidays for visits.
He guessed this wasn’t too different from college students studying abroad.
His friends were a bit odd but nice, and they supported each other and shared troubles through ordinary or extraordinary days, occasionally doing sothing silly together.
Wasn’t that great?
Gongsun Ce asked himself.
His life now seed quite youthful.
What was missing?
He rembered his previous response.
When talking about campus and youth, one thinks of love and beautiful girls.
What’s missing is romance…
“…Forget it.”
The gray-haired youth shuddered.
He didn’t know which female acquaintance he might think of if he continued down this train of thought, nor did he want to know, guess, or predict the outco.
Holding hands with a girl to go to amusent parks or the cinema, saying sweet nothings during chats, kissing in a romantic atmosphere…
“Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop.”
That kind of thing is fine in literary works, but it just didn’t seem right happening to him, especially the last part, which would bring back unpleasant mories.
Better to leave it alone.
Things were good as they were.
He was more than willing to help Mr.
Shiyu with his romantic pursuits—he had helped his older brother in the past—but he didn’t want to beco like that.
…Did he really not want to?
Asking himself, Gongsun Ce, if a beautiful girl suddenly fell from the sky and confessed her feelings to him right now, would it be a happy event?
He began to think from the scenario of a beautiful girl falling from the sky, and it was easy to imagine what would follow: getting to know each other, dating, quickly deepening their relationship, running around the city, and finally coming closer after so major event, ending with her cheerful smile as she figuratively ripped out his heart.
The last scene was particularly vivid, effortlessly jumping into his mind.
Gongsun Ce held his chest and told himself for the third ti, “Forget about it.”
He was just three to four minutes away from school when he diverted his thoughts from unpleasant mories and focused on the bustling avenue ahead.
Pedestrians, traffic lights, Biochemical Horse cars cramd within lanes, beverage shops, clothing stores, sounds of advertisent, noise from people talking, singing… except for the last one, everything was usual.
“I lie down, on the rooftop covered with falling snow♪
Staring at, the twinkling Star River in the night sky♪”
Gongsun Ce concentrated and listened intently; then, the faint voice suddenly beca clear.
He was sure he heard singing.
It was strange because the sound didn’t seem far, as if it were within ten ters from him.
But how had he not noticed the singing until now?
“The stars are, the gaze from the other end of the universe♪
A child in the distance, looking up at the sky♪”
He heard the accompanint of a guitar, coupled with a youthful female voice that sounded innocent.
She wasn’t singing an original song but one by a popular idol.
It was supposed to be a sad tune, but sohow, in her rendition, it emitted a sense of joy and anticipation.
The sound ca from in front of a clothing store’s window, in an area where no one passed by, as if people had purposefully made space for this singer.
“In the quiet snow night, under the silent starry sky♪”
Gongsun Ce listened to the song and walked forward.
“Wanting to et you, alone, singing softly to the night sky♪”
“I am right by your side…♪”
The young female singer continued her song.
Nowadays, it was no longer an era where people carried cash with them, and he had no spare change to give to a busker, nor could he boldface listen up close.
The Superpower User rely glanced sideways, curious to see what the singer looked like.
He saw a girl with pink hair holding a red guitar.
As if stimulated by his gaze, she suddenly looked up, her twin pink pigtails bouncing with the movent.
She looked at the Superpower User’s eyes with surprise.
“Hey!
Can you see ?”
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