On July 21, 2004, at Namsan Cemetery in Jungnang-gu, Seoul, South Korea, it was a cloudy day and rain. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

13-year-old Lin Shiyun stood in the rain, his slightly haggard and pale face still couldn't hide his handsomeness, deep eye sockets, high nose bridge, thin lips, he was silent in the rain at this time, in front of the tombstones of his father and mother. Behind him, a young girl about 20 years old silently held an umbrella for him, and her delicate face was slightly tired, obviously tears had just flowed.

She didn't speak, so the boy and the girl stood quietly in the rain, under the umbrella, in front of the grave, like a thrilling painting, an unforgettable poem.

The girl gently put her hand on the boy's shoulder, and gently patted the boy's shoulder.

"Shiyun, it's all over," the girl comforted softly, and she said it carefully, as if a startling word would break the peace and hurt a boy's weak heart.

"Nuna, thank you," Lin Shiyun turned back and gave the girl a forced smile.

The girl was silent.

"Yunzhen Nuna, in fact, so many years have passed, I have long wanted to open it, and I am not the little child who did not understand the world at the beginning. Isn't there still you guys? Unreliable uncle, big breasted eldest sister, foodie second sister......" Lin Shiyun replied.

"Ah, you kid, do you have something to say about your sister" Yunzhen smiled and rubbed Shiyun's hair fiercely, making a mess of his hair, and the previous haze gradually dissipated.

"Let's go, go back and pack up, I'm going to school in the United States tomorrow"

Yes, I'm leaving tomorrow, Se Yun looked back at Nanshan who gradually disappeared from view, and his mood seemed to be bad again.

Uh, it seems that I said the wrong thing again, Asi, Yunzhen, you stupid. Yunjin slapped herself on the forehead in annoyance...... Oops, it hurts!

Yorktown, San Francisco, USA.

"Hey, boy, I didn't expect you to be so talented at playing the drums, like I was when I was younger......" A fat man named Cameron Park quipped as he looked at the teenager sitting in front of the drum kit and played it seriously. This sense of rhythm is really good, and it is getting better and better, and at this rate of progress, he will definitely become a good band drummer in the future.

Looking at him, Parker vaguely remembered the first time he saw the boy......

Two years ago, on a summer morning, Parker was open as usual, a mundane musical instrument shop, but the only one in the town, so he could make ends meet, but more of a reason for Parker's persistence came from his instinctive love of music.

At this time, he found an unusually handsome young man standing in front of his shop window, looking at the drum in a daze, and seemed to read a lot of emotions in the young man's eyes. The kind of eyes like to his family and lover made Parker never forget, and for a while he looked at the young man in a daze.

"Do you want to play a drum kit?" asked Parker.

"Aang?" the young man looked at him blankly.

"Come" Parker led the boy in, he felt like he must be crazy, but his body was out of control.

"Do you know how to play the drums?"

The boy shook his head.

Parker laughed self-deprecatingly and sat down in front of the drum kit. Holding the drum stick, he began to beat the drum lightly, faster and faster, and with the strong drum beat, the boy's expression kept changing, as if his heart was about to jump out.

It's a voice from memory......

The boy remembered that when he was a child, his father and uncles seemed to get together like this, and the dynamic music would tease him from time to time. How old did you get used to this kind of voice? When she was a toddler, she followed behind her father ...... "Shiyun, let's knock this, haha......"

"Se-yoon is awesome!"

Father's voice was gone......

"Hey, fat uncle, can you teach me to play the drums?"

As soon as Parker stopped, he heard the boy's still stiff spoken English.

"Of course" didn't even think about it, he actually agreed again, and Parker didn't feel like he was himself.

"This song is called "Rockyman", I made it up myself, how about it, boy?" Parker looked at the boy proudly, the boy nodded seriously, and Parker smiled with satisfaction.

"The drum kit, also known as the jazz drum, is one of the essential and important percussion instruments of all jazz and rock bands, and it usually consists of a pedal bass drum and ......" Parker began to explain some of the most basic knowledge of the drum kit to the teenager, and the teenager stood aside and listened carefully. It's been a long time since anyone has heard him talk about this, this town is too small, and there are really not many people who like music, Parker laughed to himself, it seems that he thinks of this little ghost as the object of confiding, how ridiculous. Parker began to laugh at himself again.

"Thank you, fat uncle," the boy bowed 90 degrees and ran towards the end of the street to the beat of the cheerful drum.

"By the way, little ghost, what's your name?" Parker realized that he seemed to have forgotten something important.

However, the boy had already walked away...... "JenniLim, Lin Shiyun!" The boy's voice floated from afar......

This little ghost......

"Come for a coffee, little ghost. Parker smiled and handed Shiyun a cup of coffee, and Lin Shiyun took it unceremoniously. After more than two years of getting along, the relationship between the two has long been very close.

"Tut-tut, uncle won't ask me for money again in a while," Lin Shiyun quipped, this is not the first time Parker has done this kind of thing.

Parker just smiled sinisterly and didn't speak.

For more than two years, as long as he has free time after class, Lin Shiyun will stay here to learn various musical instruments with Parker, not only drums, but also guitar, bass, and keyboards. Every dusk for the past two years, a chubby figure in this shop has been seen teaching this little figure. Of course, it won't be free, in addition to the time spent studying here, Lin Shiyun also worked part-time as the only employee in the store, occasionally helping the fat uncle look at the store when he was away.

Lin Shiyun's aunt also came to Shiyun with anxiety, but when she saw that Lin Shiyun was studying musical instruments very seriously, her aunt was completely relieved and expressed her full support.

Western-style education and the open-mindedness of his aunt and uncle made Lin Shiyun's life very free, and he could devote himself to what he liked.

Lin Shiyun put the coffee aside and started today's practice again. Perhaps having inherited a great musical talent from his father, he is now experimenting with his own compositions, and Parker is on hand to suggest revisions.

"Even, man, what did I see, a handsome young man, playing the drum kit so well, oh my God, God is really unfair!" Just when Lin Shiyun was practicing, he pushed the door and entered a black man wearing bells and whistles, about one meter nine tall, but very thin, and seemed to be thinner than Lin Shiyun.

Why the bells and whistles, as can be seen from his tattooed arms, well, I admit that most young Americans are like that.

"Who are you, buddy?" Mr. Lin greeted in an American manner, but he seemed to forget that he was born in San Francisco and therefore has dual citizenship of the United States and South Korea, and is theoretically half American.

"My name is Cameron Thomas, or my stage name is wiz Khalifa, and it's nice to meet you, buddy. "The black man who called himself Kalifa took the initiative to extend his left hand.

"JenniLim" Lin Shiyun reached out and hugged Kalifa, and the two officially met.

"Ahem," Parker felt as if he had been neglected.

"Hehe, hello fat uncle, I'm Wiz Kalifa" Kalifa also smiled awkwardly.

"Anthony Parker" said hello to the two.

"You said your stage name, are you an artist?" Lin Shiyun asked first, he was still quite interested in artists.

"yes, I'm a singer, I'm going to release an album, and I'm in the creative stage. So I'm traveling around looking for inspiration to create. Kalifa said with a smile that he was also curious about the young man.