After learning that the hospital director was seriously ill, Toru Tazaki also visited him at the hospital.

He sat there all afternoon with food that the patient couldn't eat, without saying a word.

Staring blankly at the stark white walls of the ward.

The dean was already used to Tazaki Toru's state and chatted idly by himself.

He was always worried about Tazaki Toru's future.

Worried that he would be gone, Toru Tazaki felt increasingly lonely.

But Toru Tazaki seemed oblivious; he didn't even understand what "death" meant.

If "death" means disappearing, then weren't his parents, who abandoned him, also "dead" long ago?

Therefore, death is not such a big deal and cannot be considered a bad thing.

It wasn't until the nurse urged him not to disturb the patient for too long that Toru Tazaki silently got up and left.

……

……

After returning to China, I took the initiative to go back to my home, which I had not visited for ten years.

The villa is still the same villa, and the garden is still the same garden.

However, the sunroom that was built back then has not been found at all.

A sense of sadness welled up in my heart.

That arrogant boy who once thought himself extraordinary and whose mind was only focused on music now possesses feelings of nostalgia.

I went to my father's bedside and watched him slowly remove his oxygen mask, smiling at me.

"It's nothing serious, just a minor illness."

I am no longer the naive child I once was, and my father's words did not make me feel much better.

There was no deep-seated hatred between me and my father.

I was able to study music as I pleased, squander my talent without restraint, and go to study in England on my own.

All of this was made possible by his father's help.

At least, I have no right to criticize him.

From a father's perspective, I was probably a troublesome child.

I just sat quietly beside him and peeled an apple that was placed to the side for him.

My father said I've changed.

Actually, I had a vague feeling about it.

My ignorance and arrogance brought me nothing; instead, they took away many things I could never have.

Just as I once firmly believed that I was a freak and an oddball, now I have probably made peace with my past self.

Genius or freak.

These things are completely insignificant.

And what my mother left me was definitely not just life and music.

I neither played the piano for my father nor composed any music for him. I simply visited him whenever I had free time, listened to him reminisce about the past, occasionally chimed in with a soft voice, and then left.

I once foolishly thought that there was something wrong with my indifferent heart towards family.

It wasn't until this moment that I finally seemed to accept myself completely.

People are born to walk different paths, and I am just one of them.

It's not something to be praised, but it's not something to be despised either.

The arrogance I felt back then, ten years later, has become a boomerang, deeply embedded in my flesh and blood.

……

……

Even after the hospital director passed away, Toru Tazaki would still go to the hospital after get off work.

Other patients had already taken their place in the hospital bed, but he remained standing guard at the door.

Although the nurses sympathized with him, they could not let Tazaki Toru continue like this. After much persuasion, they finally convinced him to stop coming.

Since then, Toru Tazaki has been squatting in front of Shibuya Station.

It was as if the dean would come to pick him up as soon as he sat there.

He didn't know how to take the Shinkansen and thought that going to Aomori was the same route as going back to his apartment, and that he could get there by simply scanning his Suica card.

No one was with him.

There was only one dog with me.

A bronze dog, dull-witted and unable to speak.

One night, Toru Tazaki finally found a way to get to Aomori.

He followed the dean in his own way.

Go home.

……

……

My father's condition has improved.

His health was not as good as before, and he hoped that I could take over the family business.

I did not agree.

I know I don't have that kind of business acumen and would find it difficult to maintain my father's business empire.

Every time I appeared, my stepmother would worry and, with her younger brother in tow, would tell him to learn from me and to grow up to be an outstanding adult like his older brother.

Whenever this happens, I gently stroke his head and ask him with a smile:

Do you like playing the piano?

So the stepmother hurriedly led her younger brother away.

I genuinely found it amusing.

My father said, "You are exactly like your mother."

I think I should take it as a compliment.

I suddenly remembered when I was a child, the housekeeper said that my mother truly loved my father.

As for whether it's true or false.

My mother's piano playing had already given me the answer.

This might be another kind of arrogance, but I am truly certain of it.

Stepping out of the enormous villa, I was bathed in the Rembrandt sunlight streaming through the clouds, which felt exceptionally refreshing.

I have made my decision.

Acknowledge your arrogance.

Beyond that, I want to be someone who is honest and true to themselves, and willing to listen to the happiness and troubles of others...

A sincere person, like a mother.

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After hanging up the phone.

Tazaki Toru sat alone in the recording studio's lounge, his face unusually dazed, staring blankly at the ceiling light for a moment.

This state didn't last long; Tazaki Toru quickly regained his senses and calmed the strange, indescribable emotion in his heart.

Previously, Mika Kohinata had contacted Toru Tazaki, and it seems that Tazaki has taken the initiative to reach out to her again.

After much hesitation, Mika Kohinata finally listened to Toru Tazaki and gave him Toru Tazaki's contact information.

This was at Tazaki Toru's behest, so Tazaki Toru wasn't surprised.

Mika Kohinata was very worried about him, but Toru Tazaki just smiled and said it was nothing.

He wouldn't lie to Mika Kohinata; he's probably really alright.

One of the strengths of Toru Tazaki is his ability to firmly control his emotions.

It will neither make you so excited that you dance with joy, nor so sad that you can't control yourself.

This does not mean that he is emotionally detached; on the contrary, Toru Tazaki is a sensitive person who is good at empathizing with others.

His past experiences have given him a rare open-mindedness.

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