MTL - The Most Beautiful Boy In Tokyo-Chapter 209 : Blue Bird

In the 19th century, the American composer composed the song "Dream of Home and Mother", and after it spread to Japan, Japanese lyricist Inuboshi Katsuki used this melody to fill in the lyrics of "Traveling Sorrow".

In 1905, Uncle Li traveled east to Japan to study oil painting and also majored in music and drama. Until he returned to China in 1915 to see off his friends, he wrote "Farewell" with tears in his eyes.

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The girl's singing gradually disappeared as the ship went away.

Yu Xianzhisheng sighed softly and smiled bitterly while holding his forehead.

He tried not to miss the girl here, but as soon as the song came out, the memory of his hometown and his old friend filled his chest, and he almost shed tears of loneliness.

This time, it is completely unforgettable.

At this moment, it is already seven o'clock in the evening.

The beautiful twilight is between the pitch black and the golden color, the stars on the sky are dazzling, and a white mist-like Milky Way flows from one end of the sky to the other.

Purple cigarettes rose vertically from the incense burner in the alcove of the Tianshou Pavilion, filling the gradually darkening sky. The lights of the entire Tianshou Pavilion were lit like a huge paper-covered candle.

Before he knew it, Yu Xian Zhisheng was already standing in front of the gate of the Tianshou Pavilion.

Yu Xian Zhisheng looked up at the tall black gable like a hill. The black gables on both sides extended long, giving people a sense of calm, solemnity and silence.

Suddenly, a damp and cold wind blew from the lake, and the chill hit people, announcing the complete arrival of night.

With the wind, the leaves of the octagonal golden plate, the branches of pine trees, the autumn painting lamps, and all kinds of dark things in the gable are shaking and rustling by the wind.

For some reason, Yu Xianzhisheng suddenly smelled a clear breath of death, which seemed to come from the top of his head.

The door opened slightly, and a thin beam of light poured out of the gap in the door.

Yu Xianzhisheng stretched out his hand, opened the door gently, and stepped into the Tianshou Pavilion.

This is where the final assessment is set.

The bright light stung his eyes, and Yu Xian Zhisheng blinked, adapting a little bit to the strong light in the room.

There was no one in the room. There was a huge glass chandelier in the center of the ceiling. The purple-gold umbrella-shaped lampshade was decorated with various colorful Western prisms. Below, there were tables and chairs inlaid with gold and silver, which gleamed against the light. . The floor was covered with a dark red carpet, soft as grass.

The interior presents an astonishing spectacle.

The cabinets on the four walls of the room each occupy an entire wall area. Books on philosophy and art are placed according to categories, as well as many strange legends.

Western European magic, chemistry, anatomy, and ancient books with various illustrations occupy one wall in the West, while the other is covered with ancient Buddhist paintings from China, with gorgeous colors, Arhats, Bhikkhunis , lay Buddhists, Qingxin women, elephants, lions, unicorns, etc., in the hanging picture frames, come to life in the space full of lights, as if they are about to come to life.

A place with such a rich collection of books can almost be called a scholar's paradise.

The only thing that doesn't match the style of this room is a 24-track mixer in the center that occupies a space of 1.5 meters. The brand is the world-renowned brand Trident. This equipment is expensive, and its design concept is at the forefront of the times. The musical balance and plump sound made it shocking the industry, and it was still in service in major New York studios until 2000.

Next to it is a range recording track, a stack of ancient Chinese and Japanese books, and pen and paper.

Yu Xianzhi gently picked up the card on the mixer. The final test was to ask him to compose lyrics and music on the spot within an hour, and then take the finished product and go to the second floor of the Tianshou Pavilion to sing.

Suddenly something was wrong in my heart, these things seemed to be specially prepared for him.

But he couldn't say what was wrong. The entire literary and art world held such a big feast for him, and he thought he didn't have that much face.

I looked around and found no camera, indicating that the room was closed.

Yu Xianzhi was relieved, he picked up an ancient book and flipped through it, and at the same time wrote the four words "Compendium of Materia Medica" on the paper with a pen.

He suddenly raised his head again and glanced at the eyes of the ancient paintings on the wall... The eyes of the goddess, the eyes of the Bodhisattva, the eyes of the Buddha, and finally his eyes stopped on the eyes of the unicorn.

After a moment of silence, he pretended that nothing had happened, just lowered his head and crossed out the words "Compendium of Materia Medica" and replaced it with another song.

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The top floor of the castle tower.

"Is it discovered by him?" Ishikawa Zigui's face twitched.

A TV was placed in front of the people present, which was connected to a miniature camera, and only they could see the picture in the room.

Yu Xian Zhisheng was below them.

"It should be found. He has just checked whether there is a camera in the room, which shows that he is very vigilant." An Sanji's face was ugly, "This is definitely not an ordinary child."

"But how could he guess that we put the camera in the mural?" Dansheng Huazhi was surprised.

"If we could guess his behavior so easily, we wouldn't have to arrange this huge feast for him..." Ansanji sighed, "But this has already proved a lot, and we are getting closer and closer to the truth. getting closer."

"In this way, not only Mr. Shi Shen, but also the identity of the Candy Warrior has been tested." Dansheng Huazhi said softly, "He did deceive all of us before."

"Do you want to disclose it to the outside world?" Sen Meihu's face was pale.

I thought the boy my sister liked was a first-line idol, but I didn't expect it to be a goddess.

In fact, the most feared is Dansheng Huazhi.

In any case, she never imagined that the two would be the same person.

But reality is happening right in front of you.

Under the hidden camera, Yu Xianzhi put on headphones, skillfully operated the mixer, and pressed back and forth on the complex instruments, familiar with the machine as a part of his body.

It was him who slaughtered the entire entertainment industry.

If it weren't for this special test that cost a lot of manpower and material resources, she would never have known it in her life.

"He should have his own reasons for concealing his identity so much, and I will respect his choice." An Sanji said, "What the literary society wants is his talent, and that's enough."

"Even though I think he's no longer pretending, I still underestimate him." Monk Tianxuan said with emotion, "It's too superficial to describe such a person as a genius, but it seems that the reincarnation of a **** has descended on him."

"How's your father?" An Sanji picked up the walkie-talkie on the table.

"Mr. Ansan Qingya woke up and is asking us for water." The doctor's soft voice came from the intercom, "Mr. Ansanji, this is probably the last..."

Ansanji put down the walkie-talkie silently.

He understood, but was so excited that he wanted to cry.

The father probably sensed his arrival, so the miracle happened in front of them, and God gave them the last chance they wanted to see.

Yes, this is the last flashback of my father.

The old man is in the lonely attic, waiting for the lonely child, the moon is bright.

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"Back to the light, back to the light, a lotus is born."

"Review the old and know the new, be soft on the outside and firm on the inside."

"Exercising courage, beauties suffer."

"The finishing touch, and the stubbornness."

"Five viscera and six viscera, from inheritance and transformation."

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"A stroke of a word, every word of a speech."

"Embedded with history."

"It's called Chinese characters."

"Meet in the world, the land of Asia."

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"Wake up here."

Yu Xian Zhisheng wrote quickly.

The song is called "Uncommon Characters", and the Japanese version is called "Four Characters Idioms".

Four-character idioms are Japanese names, and most of them are idioms evolved from Chinese. Most of the pronunciations retain the ancient Chinese pronunciation, and it is difficult to sing.

However, compared to "Compendium of Materia Medica", it is much simpler.

How much can you cover up for yourself... right?

"The majesty and majesty is unparalleled in the world."

"Da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da."

Yu Xianzhi sorted out the rhythm of the song on the mixing console, and then output the collected soundtrack to the magnetic card prepared on the side.

When you are ready, you can go up to the second floor and sing.

Yu Xian Zhisheng walked along the spiral staircase to the second floor. The stage was very small. There was a chair on a red felt cushion the size of a second bunk seat. There were no special effects for the stage. gas.

Five large central control camera instruments recorded his figure.

The audience in front of the TV had been waiting for him for a long time, and when they saw his face, they shouted excitedly in front of the TV.

He's the first to come here, which means he's the first of all.

In the national live broadcast, Yu Xianzhisheng slowly sat on the bench and picked up the microphone.

The singing is transmitted through the electric current into the **** of the world.

The singing echoes through the mountain stream through the sound on the streets of the mountains and rivers.

The singing was like heavy rain, falling on everyone's face.

The bright white moonlight of the autumn night illuminates the crowded streets, and along with the bell at eight o'clock in the evening, the singing bursts out on the central host island, wandering in all directions of the country.

Most of the four-character idioms in Japanese originate from China. The Chinese characters used in Japanese were also introduced from China. These ancient characters flowed into Japan during the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, Sui and Tang Dynasties, Song and Yuan Dynasties in China.

Chinese culture is the source and greatest treasure of Asian civilization.

In the past five thousand years, there is the style of Li and Tang Dynasties, there are bells ringing and ding food, there are monks worshiping Buddha, and there is the ancient rhyme of Taoism.

Today, the voice of this ancient country resounds throughout Japan.

Yu Xianzhisheng's personal channel is full of people, and the comments of fans are rising at the speed of a rocket.

"Chinese can be sung so well in Japanese, I feel that my Chinese has been learned in vain."

"I feel that if I learn the lyrics, I can get a lot of points in the Chinese test."

"It's so fresh, and idioms can still play like this."

"It's like listening to Buddhist scriptures, but the more you listen, the more spiritual you become."

"I'm getting more and more interested in China."

"Yu Bao's voice is so fast and rapturous, are you worried that I will steal lessons?"

"I'm a female fan from China. I didn't react until I heard half of it. I'm really proud!"

It's not "Compendium of Materia Medica" that can only rap. If you sing this song, the rap element in it will shock the entire Japanese underground rap scene.

However, this song is a cultural communication in another sense. There is no threshold to get started, and it is amazing.

Not only the spectators in front of the TV, but even the students who were playing, stood up and pricked up their ears.

As early as the moment his voice sounded, the students already knew that Yu Xianzhi was the first to reach the end, but he couldn't feel any jealousy about it.

The anger burning in Shenhuiling's heart almost stunned her.

Next to him, Park Zunshi danced with the rhythm, and shouted while dancing, "Ling, look at me, look at me, see if I dance well?"

Anshan Qingji, who was standing beside Heimutong, still had tears in her eyes, but at this moment she happily took Heimutong's hand and jumped up and down happily.

Until the singing closed, the cold night once again covered the mountains and fields filled with smoke.

Yu Xianzhi put down the microphone, bowed slightly to the camera in front of him, then got up and went to the third floor of the Tianshou Pavilion, and his nervous mood slowly relaxed.

After all, with the Super S star emblem, you can go back to sleep in a mess.

The door has been opened, but the owner has not yet arrived. In the pavilion on the third floor, there are several hand-candles that are half-burned and tearful, illuminating a space of about eight or nine feet. They swayed together, and the clock on the mantelpiece made a cicada-like sound.

Yu Xianzhisheng stood in the room and waited, while observing the picture frame on the wall. This should be the genealogy record of the Ansan family. From it, he saw the cute appearance of Ansan Qingji in her childhood.

In the dark place where the light cannot reach, there is an oil painting of a half-length portrait of a woman.

This is a very beautiful woman, but given how old the photo is, it should have been taken a long time ago. Next to him was a handsome and handsome man named An Shan Qingya.

Yu Xianzhi knew Anshan Qingya, and the news media began to spread the news that this national treasure-level literati writer was about to die a few months ago.

I don't know when, An Sanji quietly came to Yu Xianzhisheng's side, and said softly: "This is my father, Anshan Qingya, and next to him is his wife, Qingji's grandmother, Anshan Qingniao."

Yu Xianzhi was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses and nodded to An Sanji.

The other party is the leader of the literature club, and his status is comparable to that of the old man of the Yuan family, a female general in the National Council of Ministers. This is the first time in his life that he has met someone who respects his status, and there is respect in his heart.

But it seemed that An Sanji was more in awe of him, the boy just nodded, while the man bowed slightly.

"Have you heard of the legend of the footless bird?" An Sanji raised his body and asked suddenly.

"I heard it." Yu Xianzhi nodded.

Legend has it that there is a bird in this world. It has no legs and needs to fly all the time. It has only one chance to land in its life, and that is when it dies.

"My father is like this bird. When he founded the literary club, he was alone, and the literary works he published were criticized. During those years, only Qingji's grandmother, Mrs. Aoki, believed in him."

"Mrs. Blue Bird was born in a noble family, but my father, An Shan Qingya, was a poor scholar. She silently gave him unlimited support, and even used the power of a woman to successfully protest in the family, making his father a backstop. son in law."

"What happened next is what happened in front of you."

In the 1870s, Ansan Qingya, as the pioneer of Japanese literature against European and American literature, turned the tide in that era of falling, and put on the last fig leaf for Japanese literature.

He was the last light of that age, and now that light is about to fall.

His death also means that a literary era is coming to an end.

"My father wants to see you, Mr. Shi Shen." An Sanji bowed heavily and made a final test.

To his surprise, Yu Xianzhisheng neither refuted nor admitted, he just nodded slightly, more like out of humanitarianism.

Yu Xian Zhisheng followed behind An Sanji, and the two went all the way up the ladder to the top floor.

In the room at the end of the corridor, An Sanji opened the door and said to the inside, "Father, Mr. Shi Shen is here."

The doctors and nurses had already left early, and there was only one old man in the room, leaning back on the bed, looking up at the moonlight outside the window, next to the device for dripping.

Seeing Yu Xianzhisheng, a handsome young man, the old man didn't seem surprised, and gently waved him to his side.

His puffy eyes were slightly opened, his cheeks were thin, his hair was white, and his skin was dull, but the spirit in his eyes was like the fusion of moonlight and fire.

"Sorry, Mr. Shi Shen, I can't get out of bed and bow for you," the old man said.

He stretched out his hand, touched Yu Xianzhisheng's head, and then ordered An Sanji to make tea for the young man. When An Sanji brought tea for the two, he waved his hand and let An Sanji go out first.

"I am not a competent father. In the last moments of my life, I should actually want to see my family and my granddaughter Qingji." The old man said, "But compared to them, I am more worried that no one will inherit the great literary career in the future."

"Mr. Shi Shen, is this your pseudonym?" the old man asked.

Yu Xianzhisheng sat on the edge of the bed and nodded lightly.

The old man had tears in his eyes and his voice was hoarse. "I have read The Great Gatsby many times. It doesn't look like a work that can be produced in this era, and it doesn't look like a Japanese handwriting."

"What's your name? Boy."

"Yu Xian, Yu Xian is young."

"Are you a child from a god, or did you come here from a future world?" the old man asked softly.

"It's all right." Yu Xianzhi said with a smile.

He didn't hide anything about the old man who was about to die.

"It's a miracle." The old man had a slight smile on his bark-like cheeks. "You must have come here in the time machine of the robot cat. Is there any motion sickness on the road?"

"No, the time machine is very comfortable to sit on." Yu Xianzhi said with a smile.

"This is your secret, and I will keep it for you." The old man slowly and slowly stretched out a hand from the quilt and handed his little finger, "Come on, boy, let's pull the hook."

The old hand is connected with the immature hand, the little finger.

The old man's body temperature was gradually dropping, and Yu Xian Zhisheng could feel it. Under the clear moonlight outside the window, he seemed to be able to see the edge of the old man's relationship between life and death.

On the edge, there is a clear and fearless light.

"It's time to share my secrets with you." The old man said, arching his body slightly, and calling out the window softly, "Blue Bird, Blue Bird, come and see our future."

Yu Xianzhisheng suddenly opened his eyes slightly, and in the dreamy moonlight, a blue bird flapped its blue wings and flew in from the window.

It stopped in the palm of the old man's hand, pecked lightly, and flew to Yu Xian Zhisheng's shoulder, chirping lowly into his ear.

"My wife likes you very much too, boy." Tears welled up in the old man's eyes. "Madam, I didn't lie to you. After knowing that he still exists in the world, I can finally find you at ease."

The birds chirped softly and landed in front of the window, and the moonlight fell on the two of them like rain.

Yu Xian Zhisheng's mood trembled violently.

Having analyzed life and death, accepting life and death, the mist and miracles that exist between life and death, it seems that he has seen the other side of the world. Human emotions are nurtured in the mist and bloom brightly.

It turns out that death, in the eyes of the elderly, is such a beautiful thing.

Just before his death, he was worried that no one would take the lead on the road to literature, and was unwilling to die with confidence.

"Young man, please fulfill my last wish. I want to know what the future literary era will look like?" the old man asked softly.

"Internet." Yu Xianzhi replied, "The era of the future will be the era of the Internet. Text is not limited to print, but can also be read on mobile devices."

"What about the people's right to speak?" The old man asked again, "How should mainstream ideas be conveyed?"

"It will eventually return to the Internet. In the future, public opinion can let whoever you want to be born live, and whoever you want to die, let it die. The efficiency is 10,000 times faster than that of a newspaper in a literary society. The newspaper will be far from the Internet. Leaving the ground behind, this is the era of internet media erasing the era of paper media." Yu Xianzhi said softly.

"Will it hurt anyone?"

"meeting."

"Can it save people?"

"meeting."

"It sounds like a terrible thing." The old man closed his eyes gently, "In that era, both the literary works of the literary society and the credibility of public opinion in the society will be greatly weakened."

"Unless it is reborn." Yu Xianzhi said softly.

"I'll leave this mission to you, okay?" The old man's eyes were shining brightly.

Yu Xianzhisheng was slightly startled, then nodded.

It was just that the mission was too huge and sudden, causing his hands to tremble slightly.

"Children, my brain is lost in the lake, and it's not very easy to use." An Shan Qingya said softly, "I still remember a poem I read a long time ago. on?"

"The boat is full of dreams and the stars are overwhelmed."

"When I get drunk, I don't know that the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of dreams. The old man slowly closed his eyes, as if he was asleep.

His hand fell slowly, and the blue bird landed on his chest.

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Two days later, the news of Ansan Qingya's death shocked the whole of Japan.

The Secretary of State will fly the flag at half-staff in memory of the last gatekeeper of the literary age.

In the power struggle, a major pillar of the literary and art world fell, and the literary society was severely hit by the Council of Ministers of State.

After a short period of remembrance, the entertainment industry began commercial marketing led by the four major consortiums. Commemorative songs about Anshan Qingya emerged one after another, and the story about the old man and his wife was made into a single-product booklet for limited sales.

The entertainment industry stood on this **** outlet and made a lot of money again, but the books that An Shan Qingya placed in the bookstore were almost ignored.

The high-level executives of Dongda Art also have to share the cake. The task given to the students is to compose songs related to Ansan Qingya, and short stories are also acceptable.

Friendship is friendship~www.novelbuddy.com~ Business is business, and this enthusiasm must be rubbed off. Isn't that the case in the new era?

Yu Xianzhisheng is sitting in front of the hotel window. On the paper laid out in front of him is an English song "seeyouagain". He is currently very popular in Europe and the United States. "Select" has been ranked No. 1 on the Billboard for three consecutive weeks. If there is another English album released at this time, the European and American markets will be fully opened.

It was raining outside, and Yu Xianzhi drank the cold coffee in the cup, then crumpled the lyrics in his hand and threw it into the trash.

He got up and prepared to lie down on the bed, thinking about the future, when suddenly two birds came to take shelter from the rain and landed in front of his windowsill.

One is blue and one is grey.

They stared curiously at the boy in the room, pecking at the glass lightly with their beaks, and after a while, the rain subsided, and the two birds fluttered away.

Yu Xian Zhisheng gently waved at them.