From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Involuntarily, Anson thought of Louis XVI—

Louis XVI, the last king of the French Bourbon dynasty before the restoration, directly led to the outbreak of the French Revolution. He was not only the only French king to be executed, but also the second European monarch to be executed after Charles I of England.

Looking through history books, keywords such as "cowardice," "luxury," and "corruption" became annotations to Louis XVI's life, and also became an important turning point in the transition from feudal society to modern society. He is a symbol, a label, a piece of history, but never a real person.

Louis XIV left France with financial chaos and general decline, while Louis XV took extravagance to a new extreme. The latter spent a lot of energy pursuing women, and many of his mistresses and romantic affairs were recorded in history, foreshadowing the chaos of prosperity leading to decline.

In the end, Louis XVI was left with a dilapidated and dying country, and the French Revolution had already begun to sprout.

Thinking of Brad, thinking of Lily, Connor, and Miles, they were always chasing their dreams, always trying to hold on to some of the brilliance in their lives, but failing time and time again, hitting walls time and time again, until they began to doubt themselves, frantically grabbing at any straw, but ultimately becoming an existence that was rejected, forgotten, and abandoned.

And what about Louis XVI?

Louis XVI, as the head of a country, obviously, his life, on the surface, cannot be compared with Brad, who struggled like an ant, nor can it be compared with Lily and the others, who struggled on the edge of reality, but Louis XVI's life was never in his own control. The more he tried to tighten his grip, the more the sand slipped through his fingers.

The supreme glory in front of others and the loneliness behind him formed a sharp contrast. Louis XVI only wanted to be a locksmith, but the heavy responsibility of the country's rise and fall weighed on his shoulders, preventing him from doing as he pleased.

In this regard, Louis XVI was the same as Brad, the same as Lily and the others. They were all trapped in their own cages, constantly struggling, but never breaking free from their shackles.

When the national regime was on the verge of collapse, Louis XVI had worked hard, struggled, and tried to save the country. He did not want to end up being called a "foolish monarch" like his grandfather Louis XV, but unfortunately, he failed, because becoming king was never what he pursued.

When the French Revolution overturned the rule of the Bourbon dynasty, Louis XVI became a prisoner.

"Who - Would - Ever - Want - To - Be - King?"

At least he, Louis XVI, didn't want to, because he never understood politics.

Louis XVI did commit mistakes against the country and the people, but this was the wheel of a dynasty moving forward, and it was not just Louis XVI's fault.

Finally, Louis XVI and Queen Marie Antoinette were sentenced to death for treason and conspiracy to restore the monarchy.

All along, cowardice and timidity were the labels that Louis XVI could not tear off, but unexpectedly, before the execution, this king who dreamed of becoming a locksmith showed his courage, calmly and bravely walking to the guillotine, accepting his fate calmly.

Before his execution, he shouted to the onlookers:

"I die innocent. I forgive my enemies, and I hope that my blood can appease God's wrath."

In fact, what was Louis XVI's fault? He never wanted to be emperor, he just wanted to indulge in the world of locks, but he was not allowed to.

And it's not just them?

Anson himself is the same.

In his previous life, after the incident, he didn't dare to dream, because even imagining it secretly in a dream was a luxury, for fear that that little bit of hope might become the last straw that accelerated his destruction.

When he woke up in the middle of the night, he was in boundless darkness with only a blankness in front of him, quietly looking up at the stars in the night sky, but not daring to reach out.

But.

With a second chance, he refused to repeat the same mistakes.

He will continue to run, he will continue to fight, he will burn his life and enjoy every minute and every second, even if the price is annihilation, he refuses to stop.

Passion and enthusiasm, surging and turbulent, flowed down his fingertips, unfolding a magnificent picture scroll in front of him, with various bright colors colliding together, blooming with dazzling brilliance.

Ding.

The sound of the piano keys colliding jumped on his eardrums. Relying solely on the piano still seemed too thin. All kinds of weapons in his mind were put into battle—

Perhaps, they really need a symphony orchestra.

There is no doubt that the cello's weight and vastness can completely release the emotional energy hidden in the melody. What if we add violins and trombones, etc.? If we add drum beats as chimes, can we create the tragic atmosphere of thousands of horses galloping and torrents rolling?

Indeed, standing at the crossroads of reality and dreams, everyone needs to choose, and every choice has a price.

Indeed, the human heart is always the most elusive, and even oneself cannot control it. This is also the weakness of human nature.

But.

He will not stop, he refuses to stop. Life is really too beautiful and too brilliant, and should not be held back by the cruelty and bloodiness of reality. There is still a vast expanse waiting for his exploration and adventure.

Inspiration, like a spring, is comparable to fireworks. Emotion evolves into notes, and fluctuations evolve into passion. That kind of pleasure and tremor crawls from the soles of his feet to his scalp, and his whole body uncontrollably feels a burst of numbness.

The collision between fingertips and piano keys also bursts out with incredible passion. This is the most beautiful and moving part of music.

The notes, passing through the door panels and breaking through the shackles, reverberated throughout the building. The Spanish-style retro decoration instantly dragged his thoughts into the torrent of time. A little carelessness and he was already immersed in it, his ears pulling his thoughts over.

Lily's eyes blurred, her thoughts were interrupted, and she noticed Miles's back walking forward in big strides half a beat later. She tried to call out to Miles, after all, they could still discuss a solution, but the sound was stuck in her throat, her thoughts were firmly grasped by the notes, and she couldn't help but be shaken.

When she reacted, Lily was already standing at the door of the utility room with Connor and Miles, staring dumbfounded at the scene in front of them.