Chapter 5

Sun Yuzhen simply couldn't believe her eyes!

She couldn't believe her ears either!

In Sun Yuzhen's impression, Lin Zaishan's music was very aggressive, just like his personality.

Apart from "The Wheat Field," a brilliant and groundbreaking work, the style of Lin Zaishan's other songs leaned towards metal and extreme genres.

Especially his third and last album, "Shattered," was entirely in the metal punk style, which made people feel very agitated when they listened to it.

Today, while at work, Sun Yuzhen specially searched for Lin Zaishan's music online to listen to.

Apart from the familiar "The Wheat Field," she couldn't really get into the other songs.

She wasn't a young woman who liked rock music; she preferred music that was soothing and heartfelt.

Just like the melody now echoing in her ears, to her, it was particularly touching and full of story.

Lin Zaishan could actually sing such a song, which greatly surprised Sun Yuzhen.

Was that really Lin Zaishan?

Standing about seven or eight meters away, Sun Yuzhen didn't dare to get closer.

Adjusting her black-rimmed glasses, she carefully examined the thin figure under the dim light.

The man's hair was scattered carelessly, half white and half black, creating a natural sense of沧桑 (cang桑, meaning "weathered").

His thin shoulders and back swayed slowly with the song, like a flickering candle in the wind, perfectly matching the melody.

There was no mistake; that uncle must be Lin Zaishan.

The person next to him was Bai Ge, his daughter.

Moved by the sad song, Sun Yuzhen suddenly felt that the father and daughter's silhouettes against the night sea were very poetic—like a lonely yet warm landscape painting, evoking a strong sense of feeling.

Unaware that a pair of pure eyes were watching him from behind,

Lin Zaishan, immersed in the music of Puxu, enjoyed his newly acquired, rare, and magnetic sweet voice, and hummed the last part of "Listen to the Wind" with deep emotion—

...

Oh~ oh~

Until the wind buries her~

Oh~ oh~

Until the wind buries her~

Oh~ oh~

We were once on the road~

Oh~ oh~

Until the wind buries her~

...

The lonely notes, like wind and rain, slowly emerged from Lin Zaishan's fingers.

The last note ended.

But the air was still filled with a lingering sadness.

The waves lapped at the beach, washing away the confusion in the song.

Click.

She pressed the stop button on the recorder.

Bai Ge let out a long sigh, "Dad, your song almost made me cry, I'm so moved."

"Do you know what I sang?"

"I can hear your heartache and feel your confusion from the song, but I think by the end, you have gradually come to terms with everything in the past."

Lin Zaishan was stunned; he didn't expect Bai Ge to have such strong musical sensitivity and comprehension!

Bai Ge often wrote soft articles about music and had a very strong appreciation ability. She had listened to countless songs, but her favorite was still "The Wheat Field," which had accompanied her growth.

Since childhood, her mother had instilled in her the belief that Lin Zaishan was a musical genius. This belief was as firm as believing the sun rises in the east, never wavering.

Every note Lin Zaishan played filled Bai Ge with anticipation and surprise.

But over the past three years, Lin Zaishan had only occasionally shown flashes of genius but couldn't turn those flashes into a complete song, which made Bai Ge very distressed.

She always felt that her father was trapped in a vicious cycle, unable to break free.

She could feel her father's pain in his relentless pursuit of something unattainable, and she shared in his suffering.

She thought her father might have chosen the wrong direction in music, always trying to capture intense sparks, making the melodies very extreme, very thorough, and very rock, but it just didn't feel right.

One thought leads to enlightenment, another to madness.

Bai Ge always felt that Lin Zaishan was just one step away from enlightenment. If he could "wake up," her father could definitely regain his former glory.

But when would her father wake up?

She didn't know.

But she firmly believed her father would "wake up."

Unexpectedly, enlightenment came from this car accident.

Now, Lin Zaishan had finally changed his musical direction.

Every note he played, every melody he hummed, carried a sense of weathered beauty, which deeply moved Bai Ge!

After listening to the unforgettable "Listen to the Wind," Bai Ge, feeling like a young woman with a literary soul, sighed, "Dad, the past is too painful to recall. It's like the leaves of autumn, carried away by the wind. Watching the leaves roll away, we are helpless, standing still, lost and confused, waiting for the wind to bury them. Listening to you sing this song, I feel you have really let go of a lot. I've finally waited for this day. I want to cry."

"Stupid child, why are you crying?"

Having spent his life in music, Lin Zaishan was naturally sensitive. Hearing Bai Ge's words, he almost cried too.

But at the same time, he felt even more deeply the strong musical comprehension of his daughter!

Indeed, a tiger does not have a dog for a daughter!

The old man, with a low level of education and the wrong musical direction, was indeed a musical genius with outstanding musical sensitivity.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have stood out in the fiercely competitive golden age of pop music, reaching heights that many singers could never achieve in their lifetimes.

"Dove, we've walked through the hardest paths together. Why fear the distant future? Stay strong. I'll write a song for you, hoping you'll like it."

"I will definitely like it! You actually wrote a song for me!"

Wiping away the tears of emotion from her eyes, Bai Ge was extremely surprised!

"The song is called 'White Dove.' I give it to you. Let's encourage each other and move forward together."

After Bai Ge pressed the recording button, Lin Zaishan strummed the guitar strings and, with a voice that was tough yet tender, began to perform "White Dove"—

...

Ahead~ there is no direction~

On my body~ there is no clothing~

Blood~ seeps from my wings~

My tears~ soak my chest~

...

Flying~ enduring the pain~

Escaping~ from the hunter's gun~

My feet~ have no feeling~

My heart~ is covered in cold snow~

...

Dear mother~ beloved friend~

I will be strong~ and live well~

The silent earth~ the silent sky~

Red blood~ continues to flow~

...

Even with eternal wounds~

At least I still have freedom~

...

"White Dove" is a classic work by the Taiwanese veteran rocker Wu Bai.

This song was specially made for the pregnant woman Zhuang Jiahuai, who was shot at the Guangsan Department Store in Taiwan.

The song tells a story about freedom, saying that even if you are injured and bleeding, you can still fly on with strength.

Setbacks happen at any time, but what's important is how to seek inner freedom and soar again.

This song had given Lin Zaishan a strong inner force in his previous life. Now, he gave this song to Bai Ge, hoping she could fly bravely and freely.

It was clear that Bai Ge carried many wounds.

She was the living embodiment of the white dove in the song, bleeding but still flying with determination.

Since childhood, she had no father. Her mother, who raised her alone, passed away when she was 15 and a half, leaving her to find her struggling and disappointing rock star father.

After that, she used her frail shoulders to bear the heavy burden of the family and took on the responsibility of helping her father regain his former glory.

Who could imagine how hard those days were?

Probably no one.

Only Bai Ge could truly understand.

With a firm belief, Bai Ge bravely carried on with life and continued to walk optimistically.

Her small frame harbored an incredibly strong inner power.

She never indulged in self-pity because she firmly believed her father was the best musician in the world!

And when this firm belief became a reality, Bai Ge almost couldn't believe it: life could be so beautiful.

When Lin Zaishan sang the first two verses of the song with his weathered and powerful voice, Bai Ge's heart was already filled with tears.

...

Ahead~ there is no direction~

On my body~ there is no clothing~

Blood~ seeps from my wings~

My tears~ soak my chest~

...

Flying~ enduring the pain~

Escaping~ from the hunter's gun~

My feet~ have no feeling~

My heart~ is covered in cold snow~

...

These two verses described Bai Ge's past hardships.

When her mother left her, she felt the sky had fallen. She was like a bird flying in the sky with no direction.

Her entire life felt stripped of its last layer of protection.

Blood seeped from her young wings, and tears soaked her thin chest.

But that was life.

She didn't want to be defeated by life because she was a stubborn white dove who wanted to continue flying.

She had a firm belief.

She had a father she had always admired.

She had to endure all the pain, dodge the cold eyes of society, and the hunter's gun.

Even if her feet lost feeling, and her father didn't recognize her, and her heart was as cold as snow, she still had to fly bravely.

...

Dear mother~ beloved friend~

I will be strong~ and live well~

The silent earth~ the silent sky~

Red blood~ continues to flow~

...

Even with eternal wounds~

At least I still have freedom~

...

When Lin Zaishan sang "Dear mother, beloved friend," Bai Ge's heart was deeply wounded.

But she would be strong and live well.

Because of her belief.

Because of her persistence.

Even with eternal wounds, she still had freedom.

What is true freedom?

Listening to Lin Zaishan sing this song for her, Bai Ge suddenly realized: to firmly believe in something, regardless of what others think, say, or question, and to remain unwavering in that belief, is a kind of "do as I please" freedom!

...

Flying~ in the sky~

Blow hard~ merciless wind~

I will not be afraid~ nor will I be weak~

The wandering road~ I will walk myself~

...

That's a proud~ sunny freedom~

White clouds pass beneath my feet~

Dry figure~ withered face~

Flapping wings~ never looking back~

...

Even with eternal wounds~

At least I still have freedom~

Even with eternal wounds~

At least I still have freedom~

At least I still have freedom~

At least I still have freedom~

...

The B section of the song was entirely Bai Ge's inner monologue.

The long guitar solo at the end, without any showboating, used a simple and pure melody to create the most powerful musical force.

After that, there were no more lyrics. Lin Zaishan just hummed along with the melody, as if watching the injured but determined white dove flying high, cheering her on from behind. This gave Bai Ge infinite strength!

The greatness of music lies in its ability to touch the softest part of the human heart.

Music can awaken all emotions and potential, making people face themselves and gain emotional and spiritual rewards.

The melody of "White Dove" may seem simple, but it carries the rugged strength of a middle-aged man. Without the need for heart-wrenching shouts, just a slow and steady singing can use the most basic notes to deeply touch the heart.

Bai Ge was deeply moved.

Lin Zaishan himself was also greatly inspired by the song.

He liked Wu Bai's music because it had a philosophical and reflective power.

Especially "White Dove," which was grand, restrained, and natural, without any showboating, used the simplest melody to express the deepest strength.

That's what makes a classic.

Not far behind, Sun Yuzhen had listened to Lin Zaishan's entire performance of "White Dove."

As a somewhat pretentious young woman with a literary soul, Sun Yuzhen actually preferred the sad song Lin Zaishan had just sung.

But she had to admit that the "White Dove" Lin Zaishan wrote for his daughter was clearly more powerful.

This was a song where a man expressed his restrained emotions.

From Lin Zaishan's weathered, deep, and powerful singing, to the arrangement and the simple lyrics, it exuded a manly aura.

For a moment, Sun Yuzhen was almost captivated by Lin Zaishan's musical charm.

Such a song made it hard for her to associate the current Lin Zaishan with his past misdeeds.

This was clearly a man with thoughts and depth, an extraordinary musician!

Calling him a genius might be a bit much, but this uncle was really talented!

These two songs, with their vastly different styles, were both extremely moving!

Creating such works, he shouldn't have faded away in the Chinese music scene.

But why had he been so down for so many years?

Sun Yuzhen couldn't understand, but she was also deeply moved.

This uncle, who could write and sing, would be perfect for their new show!

After searching high and low, she never expected to find a hidden talent in the city through a motorcycle accident. This was truly a matter of fate.

But she didn't know what kind of personality this uncle had.

Looking at his current deep and restrained style, had his personality been smoothed out by real life?

Moved by Lin Zaishan's music, her beautiful eyes sparkled with a special interest. Sun Yuzhen really wanted to learn more about this uncle and understand what kind of person he was.