world class art fanatic

Zhong Ying heard the words and looked outside the musical instrument line.

Through the glass door, he saw a foreign man with brown hair, brown eyes, high nose and wide chin.

The man, wearing a black sweatshirt with his hips akimbo, was cursing and speaking German.

"Don't hide inside, I saw you, Chu Mu!"

"I want everyone to know about your scandal, damn it!"

Obviously, he is not proficient in Chinese.

It's just that the word "Chu Mu" is pronounced clearly, as if the best Chinese is "Chu Mu, get out of here" as a daily greeting.

The boss was calm, but reached out and took back the pipa in Zhong Ying's arms.

"I don't have time to entertain today, you can take a look."

After speaking, he resisted the scolding outside the door and slowly climbed up the herringbone ladder.

After he settled the pipa, he clapped his hands and walked to the door to the foreigners who insisted on scolding him.

When the man saw him coming out, he stopped cursing.

However, Zhong Ying was standing in the store, and he could still see the angry face of the man, staring at Chu Mu like a creditor.

"Godero, isn't the casino open today? It's so busy."

Chu Mu has a leisurely voice and speaks German.

When he said a word, Godroy's eyes widened, he raised his finger, and reprimanded loudly.

"Chu Mu, are you trying to kill your sister!"

Facing his anger, Chu Mu didn't feel flustered at all, but took out a cigarette slowly.

"If she is sick, she should be cured. I am not a doctor. How could I kill her?"

Immediately, Godroy spoke urgently and quickly, "If you hadn't come out to fight for that lute, she would have money for medical treatment by now!"

"what."

Chu Mu lit a cigarette and leaned against the door of his musical instrument shop with his hands in his pockets.

"My sister was still teaching in school half a year ago. When did she suddenly become ill and spend 1000 million euros to save her life?"

He sneered, narrowed his eyes slightly in the curling smoke, and looked at Godero with a particularly disdainful expression.

"She doesn't suffer from poverty and gambling, does she?"

Zhong Ying stood by the glass window of the shop and could hear it clearly.

As soon as Chu Mu's words fell, Godero's face changed drastically, and his expression was gloomy. It seemed that Chu Mu had completely hit the mark.

The Austrian, who was not good at sophistry, hesitated for a while, and walked forward.

He gritted his teeth and explained in a low voice, "1000 million euros is not the price I want at all. I only asked the auction house for [-] euros!"

"Fifty thousand is really not much."

With a cigarette in his mouth, Chu Mu asked with a smile, "Or I'll give you [-], and you can take it back to save my sister—"

He took off the cigarette, and exhaled heavily, "Oh, you're welcome, just bring me the stamen pipa from the auction house."

The topic returned to the lute, and Godroy suddenly became furious.

"She is your own sister, is Pipa more important than her life?!"

"Fate is definitely more important than pipa."

Chu Mu ruthlessly threw the cigarette on the ground and stomped it out, staring at him, crushing the cigarette butt under his feet as if crushing his own brother-in-law.

"But, you asked her to talk to me, you are not qualified."

Obviously this is a communication that cannot continue.

Standing in the musical instrument store, Zhong Ying saw Godro clenched his fist several times, but he couldn't make up his mind to do it.

They should be very familiar.

Knowing that Chu Mu will not guard against Godello at all, or...

Even if Godeluo made a move, Chu Mu knew how to make the other party suffer first.

There was a stalemate in the silence, and finally Godello took half a step back.

"You wait."

Parting Chinese, speak clearly.

It's like he's said it millions of times, but there's still nothing he can do about Chu Mu.

Chu Mu watched him leave and turned back to the shop.

Pushing open the door, the eyes of Zhong Ying who was waiting just happened to meet.

He frowned, "What else do you want to see?"

His tone was a little impatient, as if someone had broken through the mess at home, and he was particularly upset.

But Zhong Ying had to ask: "Boss Chu, are you a relative of Ms. Chu Zhiya?"

Chu Mu glanced at him, didn't answer at all, picked up the herringbone ladder and went into the room.

Zhong Ying stood there silently, feeling overwhelmed with emotion.

He could hear the words outside the door clearly and think clearly in his mind.

This is Chu Shuming's descendant, Chu Mu, the descendant of the Chu family who competed with his own sister for the inheritance of Xiongxi Pipa's inheritance.

And, is Chu Mu's sister short of money for medical treatment...

There must be a question mark.

Zhong Ying stared at the door of the musical instrument store, waiting for Chu Mu.

The appearance of the other party is enough to prove that he is a mixed-race Chinese.

However, his very European-style eyebrows and eyes could not conceal his melancholy and sadness when he recited "Moonlight Night on the Spring River".

That is a melancholy unique to Chinese people.

It is not the sorrow of parting that can be engraved in the heart by learning a few more words and reading a few more poems.

It is a deep affection that is rooted in the soul and cannot be erased even if it is far away from the mountains and rivers.

Therefore, it is difficult to judge Zhong Ying for a while.

On the one hand, Ferris mocked and scorned "sisters and brothers are not good things", on the other hand, he saw Chu Mu, who knows China well, who is right and who is wrong.

Chu Mu put down the ladder and came out, Zhong Ying quickly took two steps forward, and continued to ask:

"Boss Chu, you and your sister are competing for the stamen pipa because you suspect that she is not really short of money for medical treatment?"

It is obviously not a good question to directly attack other people's family affairs.

Chu Mu's expression was indifferent immediately, and he retorted, "What's none of your business?"

"Because I want to know why Mulan Pipa appeared in the auction house, and why you brought your own sister to court."

Zhong Ying knew that it was inappropriate for him to tell the whole story.

But he didn't care too much, and said: "Mulan Pipa is very important to Mr. Chu Shuming and Ms. Zheng Wanqing. If you and your sister have any difficulties, we are willing to help you solve them..."

"How to deal with it?"

Chu Mu interrupted him with a mocking smile on his face.

"Can you ask Ferris to give me the stamen lute, or can you tell my sister to give up the right of inheritance and give me the stamen lute?"

His every sentence is for the stamen lute worth 1000 million euros.

Zhong Ying was stunned and explained: "Mr. Fliss has agreed to give me the pipa for use in the concert commemorating the liberation of the Mauthausen Concentration Camp. If you want to see it, I can take you there right away."

"I don't want to see it."

Chu Mu looked at Zhong Ying's gaze, as if looking at a child who didn't know much about the world, with inquiry and helplessness in his eyes.

"That pipa is very important to me, but it's not that important. You can play music with it if you want, and hold concerts with it if you want to. It has nothing to do with me."

As he said, he turned his head and looked up at the pistil lute on the wall, revealing the dark and unclear vicissitudes settled in the years.

"I just think, 1000 million euros..."

Chu Mu sighed, and laughed suddenly, as if he saw the stamen through the pistil.

"Is this pipa also suitable?"

Chu Mu's ruthless words were beyond Zhong Ying's expectations.

However, before the child could figure out a way to communicate with him, he was kicked out by the other party saying "I'm going to close the door".

The arrogant and willful owner of the musical instrument shop Chu, he didn't want to listen to him talk about Chu Shuming and Yiyin Yashe at all.

Zhong Ying has also faced many strangers with weird tempers, but he has never met such a guy who is gentle and ruthless in his words.

Rather...

It is a bit like Li Jinqiu who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside.

In a hurry, Zhong Ying went to the Art Orchestra to find the master.

The rehearsal for the commemorative concert hadn't started yet, so he had enough time to tell Fan Chengyun about Chu Mu.

He also expressed his conjectures together.

"Master, Boss Chu seems to have evidence to prove that his sister is not sick, and then that Godello likes to gamble."

Once gambling is involved, family relationships can become extremely scary and delicate.

Zhong Ying said with a heavy expression, "Did his sister sell the Mulan Pipa to pay off her gambling debts? So...Fliss would hate them so much."

He has never encountered such a complicated situation, and he only has pipa in his heart.

Fan Chengyun thought for a while and said, "We can't make a conclusion based on one side of the story. Moreover, this is their family business."

It is difficult for honest officials to decide on housework, they are just a group of musicians who want to find the instruments of Yiyin Yashe, let alone gossip.

The master and apprentice were silent for a long time.

Finally, Fan Chengyun made a sound and thought of a way.

"Since Chu Mu can open a musical instrument store in Chinatown, Sarah may know him."

Art orchestras have contacts all over Europe, not to mention small musical instrument shops.

When Fan Chengyun asked, Sarah raised her beautiful eyebrows.

"Chu Mu? The one at Chu's Musical Instrument Store in Chinatown?"

So accurate and reliable, Zhong Ying nodded happily, "Sister Zhang, can you invite him to the orchestra, can we sit down and have a good chat about pipa?"

"Yes, yes."

Sarah was always eager to help, let alone people she knew.

But she said with a serious look: "The instrument he picked is good and the tuning is very accurate, but he is..."

Sarah hesitated for a moment, "It's hard to talk."

Chu Mu is not easy to speak, Zhong should have seen it before.

But he didn't expect that when Sarah went to invite Chu Mu, after the people in the art orchestra heard about it, they all knew the Chinese-Austrian mixed boss Chu.

After the rehearsal for the concert, they chatted around Fan Chengyun and Zhong Ying.

"Chu Mu's mother is Chinese. She seems to have passed away a few years ago. His father remarried and has nothing to do with Chu Mu. We don't know each other very well."

"This man has a good eye for picking musical instruments, and he has very good ears. He is an instrument restoration studio in the instrument store. Every time I bring an instrument to him for repair, I feel very relieved."

Chu Mu's musical instruments have been playing for a long time.

Although he is not easy to talk about, he is mature and reliable, and he is even more careful when dealing with musical instruments. People in the Art Orchestra recognize his ability very much.

It's a pity that in terms of temper, words and deeds, they received completely different evaluations.

Some people say that he is enthusiastic and serious.

Some said he was cold and arrogant.

The two extreme evaluations appeared on the same person, which aroused Fan Chengyun's curiosity even more.

They walked towards the office of the Art Orchestra, and Fan Chengyun asked:

"Xiao Ying, what kind of person do you think Boss Chu is?"

Zhong Ying pondered for a moment, then seriously replied: "I think Boss Chu is someone who understands music and China."

"At that time, I played a piece of "Spring River Flower and Moon Night" with the pistil pipa. Without telling him the title of the song, he read a sentence after listening to it, "Who on the riverside sees the moon for the first time, and when the river moon shines on people at the beginning of the year". "

Although Zhang Ruoxu's "Moonlight Night on the Spring River" is a famous article.

But not everyone who listens to the music can immediately associate it.

Chu Mu's emotion came from the heart.

He understands the return to the wind but the moon in the pipa song, and he understands the separation from the people and the moon in the poems of the Tang Dynasty.

Even domestic listeners who are familiar with the pipa may not necessarily have his musical literacy.

Based on this, Zhong Ying concluded that Chu Mu was definitely an excellent child brought up by a family with profound Chinese culture.

Fan Chengyun thought it made sense and didn't say much.

They walked to the office, the door was open, and Sarah was already chatting with Chu Mu, waiting for their arrival.

"Boss Chu, this is our first meeting. My name is Fan Chengyun. This is my apprentice, Zhong Ying."

When the master's name was brought out, Chu Mu was not at all confused.

At this time, seeing the famous guqin master, Chu Mu put away his casualness, and shook hands with Fan Chengyun solemnly.

"Master Fan, I like your guqin. It is my honor to meet you."

Back and forth, just like the compliments of my own family, without any ties between foreigners.

Chu Mu looked from Fan Chengyun to Zhong Ying.

His smile didn't change, but there was some clarity in his words.

"I said that you know a lot at a young age. It turns out that a famous teacher gave birth to a high-level apprentice. I don't know why Master Fan called me this time?"

They are all straightforward people, and Fan Chengyun doesn't waste time.

He pointed to the stamen pipa placed beside the table, and said with a smile: "Mr. Chu, we want to talk to you about this pipa, and of course, the pistil pipa that you hang in the musical instrument shop."

The stamen pipa is quietly placed in the piano case.

Chu Mu and Fan Chengyun sat opposite each other.

Zhong Ying and Sarah quietly accompanied him. This pure Chinese communication did not require his translation, so Zhong Ying was happy and relaxed.

The story of Yiyin Yashe can be told in a heavy and long way, or it can be told in a simple and light way.

The two pipas of the Chu and Zheng couples were all tracked down in Vienna, and even the black and white photo of "Le Bao" that Fan Chengyun showed showed a hint of joy that the premiere was successful that year.

"The one holding the pipa is Mr. Chu Shuming, and this one is his wife, Ms. Zheng Wanqing."

In the black and white photo, two pipa players are clearly visible.

They hugged the pipa and smiled at each other. The affection between their eyebrows was deep and meaningful, and it never faded through time.

Fan Chengyun watched Chu Mu carefully, but couldn't find any resemblance to his old man from this European-style young man with deep eyes and high nose.

He still looked softly and said with certainty: "They should be your grandparents, and Ms. Chu Zhiya's parents."

Fan Chengyun took the book "Remembrance" with black letters on a white background from Zhong Ying's hand.

"But we don't know that Mr. Chu suffered an accident in 1943, was imprisoned in Mauthausen concentration camp, and died in 1944. Otherwise, they should have returned to China on a cruise ship."

Chu Mu's expression was slightly surprised, and his eyes were uncertain.

Fan Chengyun handed out the autobiography in his hand, and Chu Mu took it and flipped through it casually, and he saw the title "Schosummy".

According to the German pronunciation, he could know the pronunciation of "Chu Shuming" after a little thought.

Blood ties are often indelible.

What's more, more than 70 years have passed, and you suddenly tell your descendants: Your ancestors suffered the worst torture of World War II and died in the hell on earth that is close at hand.

Anyone will be emotionally turbulent and unable to control themselves.

Chu Mu didn't flip through for a long time, put the book on his knees, frowned impatiently and took out a cigarette to his mouth.

Before he lit it, Sarah reminded in a low voice: "Smoking is not allowed here."

Chu Mu took off the cigarette silently, pinched it in his hand, knocked on the book in his hand, and let out a long sigh.

I don't know if he is sighing because he can't smoke, or because he is sighing for the dead.

The office of the Art Orchestra fell into a brief silence.

Fan Chengyun was not in a hurry to force Chu Mu to express his opinion, he just said with emotion:

"It is the wish of Mr. Shen and Mr. Chu that Mulan Pipa can be reunited in Yiyin Yashe. Xiao Ying and I were lucky to come to Vienna. We saw both stamen and pistil pipas. Naturally, we hope to bring them back. Go to China to fulfill the last wish of the deceased.”

The words were so sad that even everyone's breathing seemed heavy.

Unexpectedly, there was a chuckle in the office.

Chu Mu held the unlit cigarette between his hands, with a playful expression and a sarcastic smile on the corner of his mouth.

He stared at Fan Chengyun, "last wish?"

Chu Mu directly picked up the lighter and lit the cigarette.It was too late for Sarah to stop, so she could only stare at the smoke in front of her with wide eyes.

"My mother's name is indeed Chu Zhiya. It's just that she's been dead for almost ten years."

He took a long breath, as if calming down his emotions, and clicked the clear black and white photo from afar.

He said meaningfully: "Everyone is dead, how did they die, and what wishes did they have before death, is it important?"

Chu Mu's dark eyes glowed in the smoke, Zhong Ying could see clearly.

He was not shocked, not touched.

It's just the confusion and pain in my heart, which far exceeds the description in words.

"important."

Zhong Ying, who was silent for a long time, answered his question seriously.

"Mr. Chu still missed Mulan Pipa in the concentration camp. He even played the pipa empty-handed, bringing hope to Medwitz. This hope is that he wants to return to China alive, return to Yiyin Yashe, and play again. The belief in Xianghan Yuefu is also the reason why we have traveled all over the world and dare not give up even if we get nothing."

"If we give up, no one will remember them, and no one will be able to see the day when the musical instruments will return to the motherland."

The musical instrument that is far better than life condenses the last belief of the deceased and becomes Zhong Ying's belief that he will always run.

He didn't understand why Chu Mu was indifferent and why he resisted talking about Mulan Pipa.

But he firmly believed that Chu Mu would understand this persistence.

However, Chu Mu squinted at him.

It seems to be thinking, and it seems to be weighing, without giving approval or opposition.

There was another long silence, Chu Mu took off the cigarette from his lips, and exhaled white smoke.

"It would be great if you told me this news 30 years earlier."

Without explaining his emotion, he casually threw the book on his lap on the table, making a slight crashing sound, as if he had made up his mind to throw away a heavy burden.

"If it doesn't work, at least it will be ten years earlier."

His words made Zhong Ying frown.

Chu Mu doesn't need to explain, Zhong Ying can understand what it means.

Thirty years earlier, maybe Ms. Zheng Wanqing was still alive; ten years earlier, their daughter Chu Zhiya was still alive.

The bell should have to sound.

"Boss Chu, whether it is the descendants of Mr. Medwitz or us, we only know that you are still in Vienna after seeing the stamen lute in the auction house. If we had known earlier that Mr. Chu was killed in a concentration camp, or we had known earlier that you lived in Vienna, I will not tell you these things until now..."

His explanation only got the smoke of Chu Mu's smile.

"So, I should thank you for telling me these things, and thank Dade for giving you the pistil lute?"

The smell of gunpowder smoke in Chu Mu's words was so strong that Zhong Ying's heart sank immediately.

"That's not what we mean!"

"Then what do you mean? People in Yiyin Yashe have been dead for decades, and the owners of musical instruments have changed for several generations. But you say you want to bring them back to China, isn't it just to coerce the current owner, telling me to understand the general, Understand feelings, obediently listen to what you say."

With these words mixed with guns and sticks, Fan Chengyun and Zhong Ying are facing a formidable enemy.

There are three generations between people, and human relationships are ever-changing.

The changes that occurred to the descendant of the Chu family in front of him are very similar to his sunken eye sockets and high nose bridge.

Chu Mu speaks Chinese with perfect pronunciation, but has no deep-rooted inheritance.

Fan Chengyun said: "Boss Chu might as well speak up if he has something to say."

"Okay, I'll get it straight."

He pointed at himself with a cigarette butt in his hand, "I am an Austrian who can speak Chinese, not a Chinese."

"Sorry, I don't understand your feelings."

"I think that death is like a lamp going out, and after death, it's just a mirror image to talk about the grievances, hatreds, loves, hatreds, and obsessions in life..."

Chu Mu shook the soot and lowered his eyes.

"It's empty."

Zhong Ying knew that Chu Mu's heart was as hard as iron, but he didn't expect that after hearing about Chu Shuming, Chu Mu would not be moved at all.

He understands Chu Mu, understands Chinese culture deeply, and ponders the sorrow of parting. In his eyes, he is a complete Chinese.

Zhong Ying couldn't help being impatient, and blurted out: "Boss Chu, the Mulan pipa is a Chinese cultural relic after all. Two antique pipas from the Tang Dynasty have become exhibits and auctions in Austria, and there is no longer a suitable stage for them to make their voices heard." , don't you think it's a pity?"

I saw Chu Mu raised the corners of his lips, without the slight sadness and surprise before, only a matter-of-fact indifference remained.

"I don't think so." He was as cruel as ever, "That is the pipa my mother left me, and it is my property, not your cultural relic."

"I am alive, and the pistil pipa will hang there all my life, and bless my business to prosper. When I die, I will burn the pipa—"

He laughed badly, "This can be regarded as fulfilling the last wish of the dead, let Pipa reunite with them."