On the silent mountain ridge, there was a burst of chaotic footsteps. The victory team members holding guns ran nimbly on the mountain road. From a distance, they saw Chiba Makoto sitting under the starry sky, and beside him there was a man in white.
Bald head in chef uniform.
Horii lowered his voice and said uncertainly: "He is..."
Zongfang nodded lightly, lowered the victory rifle in his hand, and raised his hand to signal the team members to stop. Several of them stood more than ten meters away, looking at the two people sitting by the cliff.
Obik's face no longer held the same ferocity, anger and sadness as before. He flipped through the records of people's feelings about their hometown in his hands. One by one, page by page, they all told the stories about the past in his memory, and he understood from time to time.
A smile.
Chiba Makoto was sitting aside, with one foot on the rock, one hand hanging down, his left elbow resting on his left knee, holding the ocarina with his right hand, and his fingers kept raising and falling, letting the ocarina
A beautiful tune floats out, repeating the only piece of music I have learned over and over again.
One was reading at a very slow speed, while the other was holding an ocarina and playing it unskilledly. The melodious melody echoed in the night sky, making the bright moon intoxicated, and it shed a cold silver glow on the two of them.
Even the stars no longer twinkle, as if they are afraid of disturbing this fascinating music.
"It sounds good." Horii murmured in a low voice. Just listening to it made people fascinated. When he closed his eyes, he seemed to see the majestic mountains surrounded by clouds and mist, the lush forests with endless branches, and the flowing water flowing among the mountains and forests.
I saw the creek, the villages with houses, and the vast golden wheat fields.
No one answered, they all stood there quietly, watching, listening, and feeling moved...
Obik flipped through the pages of this melodious and crisp music, keeping every story, every paragraph, and every word firmly in mind.
I don’t know how much time passed, but Chiba Cheng heard Obik’s voice: “It sounds really good. I really want to see the village in the past and come back again.”
Chiba Cheng put down his ocarina, stared at the lights of thousands of houses down the mountain that had long been extinguished, and the empty streets, and said: "Yeah, the first time I listened to it, I was instantly fascinated. At that time
I just left the village and went to school in the city.
I don’t understand anything and I haven’t seen anything.
It was the first time I saw a two-story bus, the first time I knew what it was like inside an elevator, the first time I saw so many high-rise buildings, and the first time there were mountains and deep valleys. Everything was so novel.
I think I will be very happy to go to school and live in the city, and I will work hard to adapt to a completely different environment, all kinds of people, and a very different pace of life.
It wasn't until one day when I passed by a video store and heard the music coming from the door speaker that I suddenly discovered that I had always missed the figs by the well, the grape trellis in the yard, and the persimmon trees in the yard. Even later,
The courtyard walls have collapsed, the shelves have fallen, and the fruit trees have withered, but I still remember their appearance. It is the place I want to go back to most, a paradise that only belongs to me."
"It turns out I'm not the only one who remembers it. It turns out everyone still remembers it." Obik closed the notebook, held it in his arms, and held it tightly, with a smile on his face and a happy smile.
Going up like a child who has found a lost toy, he looked down the mountain with blurred eyes and said in an erratic voice: "It turns out that the village has never disappeared. It turns out that the village has always been in my heart."
The victory team members at the rear could see clearly. When Obik hugged the notebook tightly in his arms, his body lit up, like an electrified light bulb, emitting a flawless white light, which surprised all the team members.
Eyes widened.
And Obik continued: "What is the name of this piece of music?"
"The original scenery of my hometown." Chiba Cheng's fingers holding the ocarina are tightening and turning white, and his eyes are always looking forward.
"It's a nice piece of music, a nice name," Obik's voice became increasingly ethereal, as if it was coming from afar, "Can I listen to it again?"
"Okay!"
Chiba Cheng raised his arms, put the ocarina to his mouth, closed his eyes, and started to play, letting the melodious music echo in the silent night again.
"It sounds so good!" Obik let out a slight sigh, and the victory team members saw lights floating out of him, one, two... like fireflies flying out of the grass behind the house.
Dancing in the night sky with the music, it looked so beautiful and charming, but it moved the victorious team members.
"He..." Lina's voice was trembling, and her eye circles were red.
"Become a Buddha."
There are more and more smiles on Obik's face, the light on his body is getting brighter and brighter, more and more fireflies are flying, and the sound of the flute has reached its climax, making people feel as if they are standing on the top of a mountain, looking out
The vast land.
But it came to an abrupt end after that. Just like this life, there will always be unforgettable regrets. People can recall the scenery and people they missed while climbing on the top of the mountain, but they can no longer look back.
"Thank you!" An almost inaudible murmur sounded in his ears, and a strong arm was placed on his shoulder. Chiba Cheng took the ocarina away from his mouth, slowly opened his eyes, and let himself
Instead of looking to the right, he turned his head to the left and saw Zongfang standing behind him, patting his shoulder comfortingly.
A smile appeared on Qianye Cheng's face, he held the ocarina in his hand and said: "Actually, it's good. He has let go of his obsession and will no longer feel pain or sadness. He.
..I returned to the village I longed for, where there is a tall watchtower and a small river. On the opposite side of the river is the lotus root pond. When the sun goes down, there is tranquility and peaceful night. That's where he belongs."
Zongfang nodded, patted Chiba Cheng's shoulder again, then took back his hand, turned to look at the empty rock, and there seemed to be warmth remaining. The notebook was full of deep affection for his hometown, and then he
Leading Obik to leave, guiding him to find that peaceful village in the long river of time and in the ocean of memory.
Everything tonight surprised him, and also made him think deeply about whether the past treatment of the creatures other than humans that also live on the earth was too rough, and humans should probably be in awe.
Standing in the dark, Chiba Makoto and the Victory Team were looking at the brightly lit city. Under the same night sky, someone raised his hand, and wisps of red mist gathered into a ball in the palm of his hand. The moonlight reflected the left shoulder of the person wearing a tuxedo.
The vampire butler sitting on the stuffed raccoon said to himself: "What pure rage, there are only six left."