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Chu Huai does not live at the age of 23 all the time.

Occasionally she would wake up, occasionally see photos, and occasionally a car would drive by outside the apartment, just like now, remembering everything and crying bitterly.

Standing quietly aside, Godero felt heartfelt sadness and joy when he heard the crying of the siblings.

His eyes met the clock, and his expression was relieved——

Chu Mu is willing to come, and all problems have been solved.

After crying for a while, Chu Huai fell asleep.

Godro walked over and picked her up skillfully, like a patient and gentle husband, explained to Chu Mu in a low voice:

"Every time she cries, she falls asleep when she cries until the medicine takes effect."

Only drugs can restrain her emotional ups and downs and give her the peace of sleep.

Godreau, who has witnessed all this for more than half a year, is used to it.

Chu Mu stood in the living room and did not follow.

He looked down at the stamen lute, and finally put it back into the piano case.

"Let's go, I'll take you to get that pistil lute."

"Boss Chu, don't you want to visit your sister?"

Zhong Ying asked in surprise.

He thought that Chu Mu would wait here for Chu Huai to wake up, and he even thought that Chu Mu would have a long talk with Chu Huai to untie the knot in his heart for ten years.

However, Chu Mu just played "Mulan Ci" and was about to leave with his pipa.

He also said that he would give him the pistil pipa.

He couldn't understand.

The expression is full of confusion and surprise.

Chu Mu sneered, and reached out to touch the cigarette case that had not been taken out.

"Of course I will watch her, and I will take care of her in the future. But I don't want you to see me being so stupid."

Those deep black eyes glanced at Zhong Ying, the sockets of which were flushed red with tears.

"I'm really stupid." He sighed, "I'm talking about someone dying like a lamp goes out, but I don't know how to cherish the living relatives, and I don't know what I'm stubborn about."

"Let's go."

He lifted the piano case and handed it to Zhong Ying, "You are right. Although I really don't want to admit it..."

"But I was wrong."

It was wrong to be stubborn for ten years, and it was even more wrong to dare not come back because of fear.

Chu Huai's haggard state made him easily recall the moment when his mother was dying.

If it wasn't for Zhong Ying being such a stubborn guy, he and Chu Huai might only be able to meet again at the funeral. I don't know if the self at that time would regret it.

Opening the door of the apartment, Chu Mu felt the long-lost familiarity like every time he left home.

He said: "The composer told me that as long as the pistil lute is hanging in my instrument shop, you will not give up. Is it true?"

With the piano case on his back, Zhong Ying replied with a smile: "As long as I live, as long as I know where the instruments of Yiyin Yashe are, I will never give up."

Those musicians who have left China without a trace are like his lost family members. They will never give up when they are looking for the footprints left by their family members.

He read the diary left by Shen Ling since he was a child, and he is very familiar with the words and sentences in it.

It is the oath made by Mr. Shen, him, and many people to retrieve the instruments of Yiyin Yashe and replay the good music of Yuefu.

Grandpa once ran for 40 years for such an oath.

What Zhong Ying did was nothing compared to his grandfather.

As the vehicles passing by outside the apartment, Zhong Ying held the strap of the piano case and turned to look at the melancholy Chu Mu.

"Boss Chu, I want to know more. Have you ever thought about why your pipa is a stamen pipa, but Ms. Chu Zhiya gave you a pistil pipa in her last words?"

Chu Mu frowned, thinking of his guess.

"Of course it's because—"

"Chu Mu, hey!"

A clear Chinese call interrupted his answer.

Godroy chased him out, and asked anxiously: "You're going to withdraw the prosecution, right—ah!"

When the voice fell, Chu Mu turned around and punched him!

Godello couldn't believe it, he staggered half a step back, covered his cheeks and cursed loudly: "Chu Mu, you bastard!"

Standard Chinese came out of his mouth like a conditioned reflex, and when he stood still, he immediately punched him.

Never suffer!

The two fought cordially on the side of the road.

Zhong Ying stood aside, silently picked up the piano case, retreated to a safe distance, and did not stop the friendly communication between brother-in-law and brother-in-law.

He could see that Chu Mu played Godello very well.

And Godreau also suffered a lot of beatings.

Because, when Godello was beaten, Chinese became very fluent, especially many.

"Hit me again and tell Chu Huai!"

"Bastard Chu Mu, you wait!"

"Get out, get out of here!"

As soon as I heard it, I knew that this had to be a long-term actual combat exercise to train the screams and wailing.

It's a pity that the more Chu Mu listened, the more angry he was, he pushed him to the ground and beat him, and he still didn't forget to teach him in German, "Who told you to owe so much gambling debt, when you were going to get married, I should beat you to death, so as not to Damn my sister!"

Godello finally grasped the crux of the matter and shouted:

"If I hadn't sold the pipa, you wouldn't have come to see Chu Huai at all! You coward!"

Sure enough, Chu Mu stopped.

He turned over and sat on the ground, staring at the miserable Godreau with anger still on, "I am indeed a coward."

"But don't forget, it was you who first owed gambling debts and fell into the tricks of other people's fairy dances, and then thought of selling pipas."

This is the case, even Godreau can't quibble.

He slowly got up with bruises all over his body, watched viciously as his brother-in-law took out a cigarette, and sat on the ground to smoke.

"Give me one," Godero said.

Chu Mu glanced at him with a cigarette between his fingers.The poor Austrian was bruised and grinning with pain.

So, Chu Mu took out a cigarette and threw it to him, and when he picked it up tremblingly, he kindly helped him light it.

Godlo loves to gamble, but he has a good heart.

As long as he could remember, this guy had been chasing after Chu Huai. The two got married, and it seemed logical that Godello would become his brother-in-law.

However, it became a logical habit to beat Godello behind Chu Huai's back.

"If you continue to gamble, I will break your hand." He warned fiercely.

Godro said: "I haven't gone for a long time! That's the last time, and it's for Chu Huai!"

Chu Mu doesn't care whether his last time is true or not, even if it is false, he still has a way to make it true.

The two sat together smoking, and Chu Mu looked at Zhong Ying from a distance through the light smoke.

He stood there, carefully protecting a magnolia pipa that had nothing to do with him.

Just because it is an antique from the Tang Dynasty, just because it passed through the hands of the performers of Yiyin Yashe, just because...

It is the wish of Chu Shuming and Zheng Wanqing throughout their lives.

Chu Mu couldn't understand such a Chinese.

Young and persistent, he doesn't care about any difficulties, and only sees beautiful things in his eyes.

He smiled enviously, and suddenly felt that he was really not worthy of being a Chinese.

"Hello, Zhong Ying."

Chu Mu shouted loudly, "Give me two tickets for the commemorative concert."

Zhong Ying looked at the tragic Godroy beside him, and confirmed, "Do you only need two?"

Chu Mu was smoking a cigarette, squinting his eyes and breathing out the silky smoke, "My sister and I, two are enough."

The day of the concert commemorating the 76th anniversary of the liberation of the Mauthausen concentration camp.

Li Jinqiu's face was pale, with his hands folded, standing in the backstage of the concert hall, his face was ashen, his whole body exuded the despair that his soul had not returned since he left his body.

Zhong Ying looked at him worriedly, and suggested: "Brother Qiu, if you still feel unwell, you can go back and rest."

After all, the body is more important than the concert, and he doesn't want anything to happen to Li Jinqiu.

However, Li Jinqiu's spirit has improved a lot when the bell responds to Brother Qiu.

He smiled and said in a disdainful tone, "It's only three glasses of wine, it's a small matter. Are you ready?"

"Hmm." Zhong Ying's eyes sparkled.

He got the pistil pipa from Chu's Musical Instrument Store, and now the two Mulan pipas have been adjusted and are waiting for the concert to start.

"Although I can't find a suitable pipa player to play with me for a while, I am very happy to let them commemorate Mr. Chu Shuming together in the same piece of music."

Li Jinqiu patted him on the shoulder, "You are the most suitable pipa player. I believe that both Chu Shuming and Zheng Wanqing will feel gratified and proud because you plucked these two pipas."

The composer's comfort really stabilized Zhong Ying's uneasy heart.

When they were rehearsing, Zhong applied the Nanpa fingering of the Stamen Pipa, in coordination with the Art Orchestra and the Vienna Spring.

When it comes to the official performance, he has to take a risk.

He wants to perform two Mulan pipas in this song "Gaze at the Starry Sky, Helping Together".

They have different timbres and different fingerings. They should be played at the same time, so that they can make up for each other's shortcomings and complement each other.

However, Zhong Ying is the only one who still wants to express the different sorrows entrusted to Mulan Pipa.

The pistil pipa is Zheng Wanqing and Chu Zhiya who stayed in Austria and waited for a lifetime. They stared at the same starry sky and looked forward to the reunion of their separated relatives.

Stamen Pipa is Chu Shuming and Medwitz who share weal and woe in the concentration camp and have firm beliefs. They are in the same wooden boat, awakening the warm spring in the cold winter night.

The lights in the concert hall were dimming, and the host of the concert was slowly reading out the commemorative manuscript.

Austria's greatest art orchestra and the Vienna Spring take to the stage.

As for Zhong Ying, holding the pistil pipa that had been silent for many years, he felt an extremely earnest and solemn gaze.

The auditorium was full of listeners.

Zhong Ying seemed to see many dead souls hovering over the concert hall and opened his eyes.

He waited for the conductor to raise his wrist, for the trumpeter to sound the prelude.

With a tick of your fingertips, there is a piece of rejuvenation that was played silently during the night in the concentration camp.