The past is a very clichéd story. The brief introduction is that a young man with good musical talent met a noble man who admired him. He thought he finally had a chance to display his talent, but he was severely beaten to death on the beach by reality. In the end, Even the signature of his works and a series of honors were deprived of him. He was so depressed that he finally died in an accident.
"It's not your father's fault." Sakamoto Ryuichi said: "Japan is a very xenophobic nation. They are as conservative as they are good at learning. Even I know this very well. I used to participate in various activities abroad all year round. During such activities and performances, some unpleasant voices often come out in China, sarcastically saying that I have forgotten my nationality and identity, let alone your father - a purebred Chinese."
"So even though he was very talented and gifted, and I really admired him, and he was my friend and half of my student, he still failed."
"Now that I think about it, we have also studied together ways to integrate different types and styles of music from different eras into different levels. I still adhere to this concept in my music works after the 1990s, and set the stage for the future. He infused his work with vitality. He was truly a gifted person, and I can only say I'm sorry for his passing."
Sakamoto Ryuichi continued: "The same goes for you."
"Your father found a good job after quitting the music industry, and then married your mother and gave birth to you. But we still had contact with each other, but a series of things happened later. Gradually we lost contact, and when we got news about your father again, it was thought that he had passed away due to an accident."
"Your father was not a particularly wealthy man during his lifetime. Some of the friends your father and I made during his lifetime were worried about your life problems. Secondly, considering that you were already fifteen years old at the time, and suddenly faced such a drastic change, it would affect these relationships and You must be particularly concerned about your self-esteem, so it did not suddenly appear in your field of vision. It was just a joint donation behind the scenes. The trust relationship pretended that this was the inheritance left by your parents, so as to maintain your daily life. "
A hint of surprise appeared on Baiyunshan's face. No wonder the guy named Dao Yilang asked himself at that time, didn't he think there was something wrong with the inheritance? It turns out the problem is here.
"But now that you are twenty-two years old, and seven years have passed, it doesn't hurt to tell you something."
"But here, as an old acquaintance of your father, allow me to remind you: Although the situation you are facing is much better than that of your father, you are also taking a road that is not easy to move forward. Please be careful. .”
There was no big disturbance in Baiyun Mountain during the previous paragraph. Only when I heard this paragraph, my eyes narrowed and I looked at him steadily.
Ryuichi Sakamoto solemnly said: "Both of you, father and son, are very talented. In my opinion, your talent is even more than that of your father! But I still hope that if you can, please give up Japan, leave here, go to China, and go overseas. Go somewhere better because this is not the place for you.”
"I don't want you to make the same mistakes as your father."
Baiyunshan didn't speak after hearing this, and just nodded calmly.
Sakamoto Ryuichi seemed to understand something. He stared at Baiyun Mountain for a long time, and suddenly smiled again. His usual amiable temperament appeared again. He shook his head and said, "I knew they all have the same temper. It's not that easy." I’m convinced, this look is exactly the same as his!”
He sighed softly, turned and left.
Before leaving, he suddenly turned back and said: "By the way, your parents didn't really leave any inheritance behind. In addition to where you live now, they actually left an old house. I have always left They all ask someone to clean it regularly. If you have time, you might as well go and have a look. The address is written on the back of the key."
"As for the key, I'll leave it to you."
After saying that, he handed him a bunch of keys and really left.
...
The interior decoration of the house is very simple, with only some basic furniture and furnishings, and there is nothing unusual about it.
Entering the entrance hall, there is a wooden floor under your feet, and you walk along the long corridor to the living room. There is a shrine in the corner of the living room facing the courtyard. In front of the shrine is a copper monk's chime, which can produce a long, clear tinkling sound when tapped lightly, echoing throughout the living room.
The courtyard facing the living room is empty except for trees. It is just an open space, paved with sand and gravel, which makes a crunching sound when stepped on.
There is also a wind chime hanging above the horizontally pushed wooden door. The ribbon passing through the wind chime flutters gently, swaying slightly with the breeze, making a clear sound of jingling bells.
The side of the wooden door facing the wind chime is engraved with some small words, which look a little blurry with the erosion of time.
This is what Baiyun Mountain has seen.
He calmly glanced at all the furnishings and scenery in the house, and the memories hidden in his mind seemed to surface - they were all memories from when this body was very young, about what happened while living here. everything of.
Those memories are flashbacks one after another, very plain and monotonous, and most of them are blurry and difficult to distinguish between fiction and reality.
There are scenes of eating popsicles and playing in the courtyard, scenes of playfully knocking on monk chimes and being scolded, and scenes of reaching out to catch water drops falling from the eaves on a rainy day.
Many, many.
These plain scenes left a deep impression on him, causing a hint of warmth to rise unconsciously in his heart. His brows gradually relaxed, as if he had unknowingly found something. There had always been a long-standing relationship between him and the original owner of this body. The existing barriers and generation gaps seem to be disintegrating invisibly.
The memory is a little clearer.
He remembered that every summer, even though his parents did not allow him to run out and play at night, he could still eat popsicles and set off fireworks in the yard. They were slender spark sticks that would draw circles in the air randomly after being lit. , looks like a spinning shooting star, very beautiful.
He remembered that one day it was raining and he couldn't go out. There was thunder outside. He was under the eaves and watched the lightning flashing in the sky from time to time with curiosity and fear. The ferocious purple and white lines made him extremely excited. When he got tired of looking at them, he reached out to catch the water drops dripping from the eaves, then gathered them into a ball and threw them on his face to wash his face. The cold feeling is still unforgettable.
He still remembered that he had planted trees here and buried a small sapling outside the courtyard, hoping that one day it would thrive. Now it seems that the tree is not clear whether it is dead or alive. It is no longer clear what it is, or it is actually buried among the many branches.
These are all his memories, or in other words, they are all memories of Baiyun Mountain.
A vague breeze blew, and the wind chimes rang.
Baiyunshan sat down gently and sat on the cushion beside the short square table in the living room.
Leaning towards the first position of the shrine, this is the position where Baiyunshan's father sat in the picture when he was a child. He clearly felt that he had no feelings for him, but as the memories poured out, the emotion of blending blood couldn't help but escape. Coming out affected his emotions again and again.
Baiyunshan closed his eyes slightly, then opened them again.
The breeze swept through the courtyard, leaving a lingering fragrance.
Memories fade away with closed eyes, but feelings remain with open eyes.
He understood that he had completely integrated with this body.
This also means that every New Year's Eve in the future, he may no longer feel sad and uncontrollable.
Because he is Baiyun Mountain, and Baiyun Mountain is him.
He quietly came to the shrine, knelt down, picked up the iron-wrapped wooden stick used for knocking, and gently knocked on the monk's chime, making a long and gentle sound.
"Ding--"
Put your hands together and pray quietly.
All along, from now on, there is only one Baiyun Mountain here.
There is no difference.
