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Vienna's Kemberser Strasse, next to the Naschmarkt.

Zhong Ying came here and found a lot of Chinese signs, like a small Chinatown, next to the famous Vienna Riverside Theater.

He followed the address and found Chu's Musical Instrument Store very easily.

Its simple signboard is written in Chinese and German, and the floor-to-ceiling windows clearly show beautiful violins and saxophones.

Zhong Ying pushed open the door and found a simple grand piano in the small musical instrument store.

"welcome."

Greetings came in German, and in a store full of musical instruments, a boss wearing a jacket came out, "What do you need?"

The other party has black hair and black eyes, typical Asian features.

Zhong Ying looked at him calmly, with deep eye sockets and a high nose bridge, unlike traditional Chinese, more like a descendant of mixed Chinese and Europeans.

"Can I just take a look?" Zhong Ying asked.

"of course."

The boss smiled kindly, unlike a difficult guy, "If you have an instrument you like, you can try it."

The friendly meeting made Zhong Ying a very good impression of him.

Although the musical instrument shop is called the Chu family, the owner of the store may not necessarily be the descendant of the Chu family who went to court with his sister for 1000 million euros.

Zhong Ying was thinking about how to start a conversation with the other party, and wandered aimlessly in the small musical instrument store.

There are a wide variety of Western musical instruments here, but it is not a dedicated Western musical instrument store, and some booths inside are equipped with some Chinese musical instruments.

Brown-red serpentine wooden erhu, modern pipa carved with flowers, birds and fish.

Zhong Ying even saw a black panpipe, the black sound pipe was wrapped with a red rope, and a Chinese knot was hanging down, which was very eye-catching and unique.

"You still sell Chinese musical instruments here?"

Zhong Ying speaks Chinese.

The boss laughed, walked over, and replied in Chinese, "This is called Chinatown in Austria, of course I want to sell some Chinese things."

He reached out to pick up the pitch-black pan flute, and with every gesture, there was a strong smell of smoke.

In the smell of cigarettes again, without asking Zhong Ying's opinion, he used the pan flute to play simple tones.

Zhong Ying heard the monotonous voice of "Happy New Year, Happy New Year".

The boss finished playing "Happy New Year" and said with a smile, "Did you hear it? Are you Chinese?"

Zhong Ying nodded and looked at him with a smile. This boss really likes Chinese culture.

The boss asked again: "Are you traveling or studying abroad?"

Zhong Ying thought for a while and said, "I'm here to find something."

The boss laughed heartily, put down the panpipe, and didn't mind Zhong Ying's irrelevant answer at all.

"You look for it slowly."

He took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and was not in a hurry to light it. He pointed to the street outside the store, "I can't find you here, so go ahead. There is a Chinese musical instrument store at the end. There are pipa, The erhu is perfect."

As he spoke, he lit a cigarette and exhaled slowly, "My pipa and erhu here are also obtained from his house."

The word "娃" immediately reduced the sense of distance caused by his mixed-race appearance.

Zhong Ying thought the boss was interesting, he didn't shy away from taking other people's things, and his tone was quite complacent, and he seemed to have a good relationship with the Chinese musical instrument store.

Zhong Ying has a mahogany pipa with steel strings beside him.

He was about to pick it up, and tried to follow the pipa to ask Mulan Pipa, when his eyes suddenly turned, and he saw a conspicuous pipa in the group of guitars on the wall next to it.

It hangs so high on the wall that it's hard to notice without looking up.

But once he paid attention, it took Zhong Ying's full attention.

Because it has a curved neck, four pillars and four strings, and magnolia carved from rosewood, which is exactly the same as the stamen lute!

"Boss!" Zhong Ji pointed to it eagerly, "Can you show me this pipa?"

"It?" The boss smoked a cigarette and glanced at Zhong Ying, "Can you play the pipa? Just watch it?"

At this time, Zhong Ying didn't care too much, and directly picked up the steel-string mahogany pipa beside him, stood holding the pipa, and played "Jasmine Flower", which is an introduction for newcomers.

The familiar melody rippling at the fingertips, Zhong Ying stood up and held the pipa vertically, playing the instrument without any pressure.

But the boss was dumbfounded.

He is also a person who knows the pipa. He can listen to this easy-to-play pipa music dozens of times every year.

But Zhong Ying's playing is different, the fingers are flicking the pick wheel, without armor, the sound is still clean and neat.

The steel strings play a different kind of watery tenderness. From the Lingling strings, there seems to be a faint fragrance, with the aftertaste of the misty rain in the afternoon and the length of the narrow alley.

He seemed to see a gentle woman with jasmine on her temples, holding an oil-paper umbrella and wearing a plain cheongsam, crossing the old days.

Live forever in "Rain Lane" written by Dai Wangshu.

The boss's eyes were much softer, and he laughed with a cigarette in his mouth, "It's amazing, just a little worse than me."

His compliment was not sincere, but he still scratched his hair and looked up at the hanging Mulan Pipa.

"Okay, let me show you."

The boss put out the cigarette and brought in the ladder.

The red sandalwood lute was hung very high, he carefully took it off and handed it to Zhong Ying, but he was very worried.

"Hold on tight, this pipa is super expensive, be careful."

Zhong Ying held onto the pipa firmly, holding onto the neck of the pipa, and looked carefully at the Mulan carvings.

There are clusters of flowers next to the light brown covering hands, with clear stamens, sessile oval, thin and curved, it is undoubtedly the pistil!

His gratitude to Ferris rose in his heart.

This seemingly inhuman businessman is reliable enough at critical moments.

Sure enough, he could see what he wanted to see in Chu's musical instrument shop!

"Boss, how did you get this pipa?" Zhong Ying asked happily.

The boss leaned against the ladder and sat on a random ladder, "Someone left it with me."

He lowered his eyes and turned out the cigarette case, tapped out a cigarette with his fingertips, and squinted slightly at Zhong Ying, "What? Did you see it?"

At that moment, Zhong Ying felt that the boss's expression was full of probing and playfulness.

He couldn't control much, and sat on the stool of the grand piano next to him, holding the arpeggio and plucking the strings.

The silk strings are bursting, and the sound is clear. Compared with the stamen pipa, it has a longer fret, a lower pitch, and a harder string. Although it is hung high in the row of instruments, the strings are as new and the body is dust-free.

The intonation is so good that it doesn't even need to be adjusted again, and it can be seen that it is often maintained by someone.

Zhong Ying was overjoyed and said with a smile, "It's very good. Anyone who plays the pipa will like it."

As he spoke, Zhong Ying flicked the strings and the light wheel, playing the well-known "Moonlight Night on the Spring River".

The sound vibrates with the strings, and the timbre is low, as if he awakened a sleeping moon and illuminated the small Chu family musical instrument store.

The proprietor who wanted to remind Zhong Ying to play the pipa carefully, held a cigarette between his fingers in a daze, and forgot to light it.

The sound of pipas in the Tang Dynasty is by no means comparable to that of ordinary pipas.

The melody echoes at Zhong Ying's fingertips, the bright moon is like water, and the river is sparkling.

Those thoughts of watching the bright moon and waiting for the return of the departed people gradually turned into circles of water ripples in this stringed sound, and gradually swayed into the hearts of the listeners.

The month is the month of the year, but people become old friends.

The boss stretched his eyebrows, and with a cigarette in his hand, he devoted himself fully to this pipa song of Moon and Lovesickness.

In my mind, only the poem I read since I was a child, and the person I remembered since I was a child.

At the end of the song, the boss sighed and read: "Who on the riverside saw the moon for the first time? When did the river moon shine on people?"

The rhyme of his reciting words was accurate, and his accent was ups and downs. He really expressed his feelings, and he smiled at himself like a self-deprecating.

Zhong Ying looked at him in surprise, feeling that there was no cultural barrier in this boss.

Even if his appearance is mixed with foreigners' genes, he can't stop the strong Chinese feelings inside.

It's a pity that he only lasted for a few seconds with his appearance of knowing poetry and music deeply.

"It plays well."

The boss picked up his cigarette, still absent-minded as usual.

He clicked the lighter, lit the cigarette, and said with a wicked smile: "It's so-so."

Zhong Ying didn't care about his arrogant comments.

The pistil pipa has clear strings and a slightly lower tone than the stamen pipa, but the vertical playing technique of the Beipa is just right for its narrow neck, and even the strings are much harder.

But this pipa is stored here...

Zhong Ying hugged the pipa and said seriously: "Boss, this pipa should be made of rosewood from the Tang Dynasty with silk strings. Does the depositor want to sell it? How much is it?"

The boss smiled hoarsely, his eyes shining brightly.

"You know the goods." Cigarette trembled with his fingers, "Since you know the goods, you should know that a Tang Dynasty pipa was recently sold at the Vienna Auction House for 1000 million euros."

The pipa incident that caused a lot of trouble in Flis has long been spread in Austria.

The Tang Dynasty pipa worth 1000 million euros is enough to enter the Guinness Book of Records, and it is impossible for people who like pipa not to know about it.

"The person who stored the pipa died long ago, and the price of the pipa is up to me."

Smoking a cigarette, he jokingly said: "You are Chinese, count eight generations back to your ancestors, maybe we are still the same ancestor. I don't want more, I will give you a discount——"

"9000 million RMB, hahaha!"

The boss laughed and mocked, obviously trying to persuade Zhong Ying to quit.

After hearing this, ordinary people should follow the 9000 million or 1000 million and feel how expensive a pipa is.

But Zhong Ying looked at him quietly, not at all the empathy he wanted.

I also thought about it and agreed with the boss's point of view.

"Your pipa is a pistil pipa, and the one sold by the auction house for 1000 million euros is a stamen pipa. They are all treasures from the Tang Dynasty, and the original owners are even rare virtuous couples. They should be the same price."

The mixed-race Chinese in front of Zhong Ying stared at him closely after hearing this.

It seems that there is no need to confirm the appearance of the stamens to know that what Zhong Ying said is true.

The musical instrument store was so silent that one could hear the boss's annoyed smoking.

After a while, he spoke again.

"I know a lot."

The boss exhaled smoke and stared at the pipa in Zhong Ying's arms.

"This musical instrument is indeed more than 1000 years old. It is an antique. Do you Chinese know so much about antiques?"

"It's rather special."

Zhong Ying looked at him and looked at his every expression, "In 1932, China established a Yiyin Yashe. Mr. Chu Shuming and his wife, Ms. Zheng Wanqing, brought a stamen pipa and a pistil pipa respectively, and joined the Han Yuefu Poetry Collection. Re-spectrum research, so I know so much."

Zhong Ying pointed to the magnolia carvings in full bloom, "This is the pistil magnolia used by Ms. Zheng Wanqing."

"Boss, this musical instrument store is called Chu's. Do you know Chu Shuming and Zheng Wanqing?"

The boss took off the cigarette, held it between his fingertips, and looked at Zhong Ying with a frown.

He didn't answer, but the serious expression on his face said a lot.

Zhong Ying asked again: "Or, do you know their daughter, Chu Zhiya?"

The boss looked astonished, his dark eyes widened slightly, and smoke curled up from his fingertips, which couldn't stop him from staring at Zhong Ying in shock.

"You in the end..."

Suddenly, a violent male voice came from outside the door, cursing Chinese with a weird accent——

"Chu Mu, get out!"