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Li Jinqiu has been home for three days, standing in front of the French windows in the living room every day, thinking deeply about the bleak life.

The closed door suddenly rang.

Zhou Juntong, who came back from the staff dormitory, ran to the room in a hurry, and was almost startled when he passed the living room.

"Brother, why are you at home?"

Her surprised voice made Li Jinqiu very dissatisfied.

"I can't be here?"

Li Jinqiu folded his hands and frowned as he looked at his long-lost sister.

Zhou Juntong cut his hair short, and his personality seemed to become frizzy.

She was carrying a huge sports bag and carrying two big bags of fruit, not like going home on weekends, but more like going home from camping.

Moreover, she didn't seem to have time to chat with Li Jinqiu, so she rushed upstairs, replaced her sports bag with a violin case, and was about to go out again.

The two bags of fruit are still in my hand.

"Where are you going?" the good brother asked routinely.

"Fan Lin, Master Fan's home."

After Zhou Juntong went to work, he got a major work topic that was closely related to Fan Lin.

"Today I want to confirm the process of making qin with Sister Xu. Director Yu said that a set of molds related to qin can be made next to the special exhibition of Yiyin Yashe in the museum, because people who come to visit are familiar with the way of making ten stringed qin. very curious."

As she spoke, she was very proud, "Sister Xu said that Xiaoying's Qiusi was made with her own eyes. She also said that she would help me tune the violin, she can do everything!"

"wait."

Li Jinqiu immediately called Zhou Juntong who was about to go out.

He found that he had only been away from home for two months, and when he came back, he had changed a lot.

"Your name is Zhong Ying, Xiao Ying?" He couldn't accept it.

"Xiao Ying is only eighteen, sister Xu calls him Xiao Ying, and of course I call him Xiao Ying too!"

Zhou Juntong didn't feel his intimacy at all, so he answered casually.

However, it was her casualness that hurt Li Jinqiu's eyes.

"Who is Miss Xu!"

Why did Zhou Juntong break into Fan Lin's interior when he went out, and he had never heard of the name he mentioned!

"Xiaoying's senior sister."

Zhou Juntong put down the fruit, approached Li Jinqiu with a surprised expression, and his tone was unimaginable.

"Brother, didn't you say that you went to Vienna to help Xiaoying? Why did you help for two months and still look like a stranger."

The sister's ruthless ridicule deeply hurt the brother's heart.

Li Jinqiu's expression was in pain, it was fine, he was also thinking about this issue.

Although Zhong Ying changed his name to Brother Qiu, the misunderstanding between them was still not resolved.

For example, Zhong Ying still feels that he is very similar to Chu Mu from Austria.

Even if Chu Mu played a complete piece of "Mulan Ci" intermittently, Zhong Ying would tell him seriously——

The beauty of music lies not in the form and effect of performance, but in emotion.

In Zhong Ying's eyes, Li Jinqiu has emotions so abundant that they can overwhelm skills, just like Chu Mu.

Li Jinqiu, whom Zhong Ying recognized, can quickly comprehend the true meaning of classical folk music and keenly capture the essence of music, just like Chu Mu.

In Zhong Ying's impression, Li Jinqiu is duplicity, hard-spoken and soft-hearted, and straight-faced without mercy, just like Chu Mu!

Li Jinqiu was furious!

He said: "Because Zhong Ying had a serious bias in my cognition, he kept his prejudice against everything I said and kept a distance from me. The most important thing is that he actually thought I was like a smoker and alcoholic!"

Zhou Juntong's eyes widened, he couldn't believe it.

"But you don't smoke or drink at all, and you don't play cards!"

She is very fair and objective, even if her brother speaks in an angry way, he still has undeniable advantages, "If you don't stay up all night, you are the man with the best living habits in the world. How can you be like a smoker and alcoholic?"

"Yes!" Li Jinqiu was very happy that he and his sister had reached a consensus.

"How can I, a musician who is helpful, graceful and calm, and who fully considers other people's feelings in every gesture, act like a bastard who has no respect for others and often speaks rudely?"

There was silence in the room, and Li Jinqiu didn't even hear his sister's agreement.

He raised his eyes to look at Zhou Juntong, and finally heard Zhou Juntong's regular Ai Ai question:

"Brother, are you sick?"

"Huh?" Li Jinqiu frowned at her.

Zhou Juntong looked surprised, "How can you open your eyes and talk nonsense if you are not sick?"

"..."

"You don't look like you, you just are." Zhou Juntong resolutely affirmed, "You're just a big bastard!"

Li Jinqiu was very angry.

"What did you say?!"

Zhou Juntong's expression was moved, and he wanted to put down the fruit to be grateful on the spot, "Oh my god, my eyes are really opened, it's a great joy to let you go to Vienna. I said that you, a straight man, will suffer retribution sooner or later. I didn't expect the retribution to come so late. I almost thought Can't wait."

"Zhou Juntong!" Li Jinqiu said angrily.

"Hey hey." Zhou Juntong didn't care, she was so happy, she changed her shoes and picked up some fruit and was about to leave, "Xiao Ying is indeed an angel, with a pair of insightful eyes, she can see you clearly and thoroughly."

"Rethink slowly, I'm going to find Sister Xu."

The younger sister showed no mercy to her brother's attack, Li Jinqiu stared at her viciously, "Are you going to Fanlin now?"

Zhou Juntong nodded triumphantly, full of pride.

Li Jinqiu shook off his hands and went to the door to change his shoes, "I'm going too!"

Fanlin is located on the edge of the city, adjacent to the wetland park and the open wilderness. Li Jinqiu drove to the vicinity and felt the unprecedented tranquility of Qingling Lake. The row of retro simple courtyard walls and the "Fanlin" plaque are very hidden in the forest a feeling of.

"This way." Zhou Juntong knew the way, and led Li Jinqiu to the next piano shop.

Next to the remote and secluded Fanlin, there is a spacious and quiet piano store.

Walking to the door, Li Jinqiu's attention was instantly attracted by the hanging guqin.

The pitch-black, dark brown, and copper-colored guqins were hung in row upon row on the wall, condescending, and when he raised his head slightly, he could see the different styles of Guqin of Fuxi style and Zhongni style.

This place is not like a place selling musical instruments, but more like an exhibition hall of guqin, filled with the faint smell of sandalwood, showing the culture and heritage of the thousand-year-old guqin.

"Tongtong?" Sister Xu came out from the inner door of the piano shop, obviously familiar with Zhou Juntong.

She was about thirty years old, wearing a simple long dress, and her long hair was curled around her shoulders.

The beautiful black eyes swept away, and fell on Li Jinqiu with confusion and curiosity, "This is..."

Zhou Juntong replied familiarly: "This is my brother, Li Jinqiu, he came to find Xiaoying."

Hearing this, sister Xu's smile became meaningful.

Li Jinqiu frowned slightly, always thinking that this sister Xu must have heard of his name.

"Xiao Ying is trying the piano in the yard."

Sister Xu didn't say much, but kept the gentle curve of her mouth, "Mr. Li, why don't you go find him. Tongtong and I still want to see the violin, so we won't entertain you."

As the owner of the piano shop, she treated Li Jinqiu with a casual and reassuring attitude, turned around and pointed to the inner door when she came.

"You can find him when you go in."

Sister Xu is calm and generous, and she doesn't treat Li Jinqiu as a guest, but as an acquaintance.

Li Jinqiu felt strange, but didn't say anything, and followed her guidance directly, walked through the narrow passage of the piano store, and walked into the suddenly spacious Fan Lin.

Fanlin is a retro landscape garden courtyard.

The inner door of the piano store leads directly to the retro and simple promenade, and next to it is a small bridge lined with green plants, flowing water, rockery and green trees.

Li Jinqiu walked along the promenade, surprised at the spaciousness and quietness of this private house, as if he had entered a municipal park or Su's garden, not Master Fan Chengyun's mansion.

After walking a few steps, he heard the familiar sound of the piano.

The strings are caressed, and the ooze is clear.

He was sure that this was the unique ten-string elegant rhyme.

Since Zhong Ying's performance, he has searched all over the albums of domestic guqin masters, and he is very familiar with domestic classic ancient music.

Even Master Fan's qin music has been listened to repeatedly, but still can't find a unique and wide range like the ten-string elegant rhyme.

Ten strings are different.

Li Jinqiu sighed with emotion countless times, making his steps become eager.

He bypassed the trees that blocked his view, and saw Zhong Ying sitting on the ground.

The young man was wearing a light gray T-shirt, sitting cross-legged in a sunny courtyard.

He put the ten-string elegant rhyme on his knees, just like a literati living in the mountains and forests, playing the piano casually to enjoy himself.

Li Jinqiu stared blankly at him, feeling that they were in the same sky, but Zhong Ying seemed to be stuck in the gap of time, and even the ancient piano hall behind the lintel cast an old and dim filter on him.

Every sound he slapped with his fingertips is retracing the sound that has disappeared in history.

It's just a piano, but it is shocking to play several people on the same stage, as if there are hundreds of musicians playing the beautiful and magnificent melody with him.

Listening and listening, Li Jinqiu suddenly felt something was wrong.

Zhong Ying started the accompaniment?

If it is not an accompaniment, how can a piece of ten strings play the sound of pipa and erhu at the same time?

He pricked up his ears and listened carefully——

Good guy, there is also a percussion sound similar to marimba or triangle iron, mixed in the vague accompaniment, it is difficult to distinguish for a while.

Li Jinqiu smiled dumbly, it turned out that Zhong Ying would also play an accompaniment, simulating a concert rehearsal by himself.

He embraced his hands with great interest, leaning on the pillars of the corridor, and focused on appreciating the unique ten-string and recording performance of this piece.

Zhong Ying played the ten strings smoothly, just like the top genius in Li Jinqiu's memory.

However, as the sound of the piano gradually became lower and higher along with the music, he hesitated to play it, as if the music was not complete and he needed to change the melody bit by bit to achieve the most perfect coordination.

Gradually, the accompaniment disappeared at the end of the music.

The sound of the ten-stringed zither is naturalized like flowing water, leaving only the whistling wind in the courtyard mixed with the chirping of birds.

"Brother Qiu?"

There was a cry of surprise, not loud, but loud enough for people in the quiet courtyard to hear clearly.

Li Jinqiu, who was still thinking about what was recorded in the accompaniment, suddenly came back to his senses and smiled softly.

"Ah, good afternoon."

Zhong Ying often plays the piano in the yard.

Compared with closed concert halls or narrow piano halls, Yayun's clear and clear stringed sound is more suitable for an open and free world, and it is also more suitable for studying the scores left by Yiyin Yashe.

Li Jinqiu came over and saw Zhong Ying's laptop and external speakers playing the accompaniment.

He asked, "What are you playing?"

"A song that was never finished."

Zhong Ying placed Yayun on the piano table, stretched out his hand and pressed the play button, the accompaniment that sounded just now had a faint top note again, it was a sad and deep erhu.

But the melody of the erhu is not as dire as Li Jinqiu's impression. It gradually becomes passionate and high-pitched, like the twinkling stars in the sky, the galloping horses in the grassland, the mountains and rivers, the white waves and Yinchuan, and the magnificent ocean.

This is a melody that Li Jinqiu has never heard before.

Soon, the clear pipa strings overwhelmed the erhu, and the performers picked out a long tone with double taps, and the whole court was filled with joy, as if this piece was specially designed to celebrate the prosperity, family reunion, or peace and unity.

Li Jinqiu just listened to the accompaniment played on the stereo, and he was able to perfectly complement the sound of the piano just now.

"What's it called?"

He was full of interest, his blood was boiling, and he was so intoxicated, "It's so beautiful."

Zhong Ying was very happy that he liked it, and replied with a smile: "It's called "Jing Xing", also called "Song of Baoding"."

Yuefu poems are full of poems about loyalty to the emperor, patriotism, and worshiping the gods. This "Jing Xing" is a sacrificial song praising auspiciousness and celebrating the country's Mingjun and the people's peaceful residence.

He said: "Yin Ya Society has set many performances, but this song "Scenery" has always been a candidate for the finale of the performance, but due to various reasons, it was not able to be on the stage."

"Jingxing" is the expectation of Yiyin Yasha.

They hope that the war will subside, Jingxing will be visible, and the prosperous world will be peaceful.

That's why ten strings, chime bells, erhu, pipa, and Zhuqin were selected to play together, as a piece of music full of peaceful visions, dedicated to the war-torn land of the motherland.

"Unfortunately, the performers of Thirteen Strings have not been able to play the most perfect "Jing Xing"."

Zhong Ying avoided talking about Ning Mingzhi, stretched out his hand and paused the playback, "Besides, Mr. Shen also thinks there is a big problem with the score."

He took the mouse and adjusted the progress of the recording accompaniment to the rear.

After a while, the reappearing music played the climax of the music.

Li Jinqiu could hear the sound of bells, chimes and stones, magnificent and long.

I can hear the fingers of the pipa shaking and flickering in all directions.

But an impassioned performance lacked something that should have, so that the music was brilliant and brilliant.

"The orchestration seems to be too indistinguishable."

He frowned, relying on his many years of composing experience, trying to find the shortcomings of this song "Jing Xing", "Whether this section is dominated by pipa or erhu, it can't show the kind of people you said that people live and work in peace and contentment." The scene of the flourishing age is very chaotic and noisy."

Celebrations should be lively, not noisy.

Li Jinqiu's precise evaluation made Zhong Ying happy.

"You can really hear it."

He was very happy to find an expert, "Mr. Shen said that this piece should have been dominated by Zhuqin, so if Zhuqin can't play the role, no matter how you modify it, you can't achieve the desired effect. Listen to it now. The recording is an attempt made by Master and some musicians, and it is also a task assigned to me by Master."

Zhong Ying dragged the progress bar again, "In the second movement, master added the lyre to try to make up for the weak sound of the Zhuqin. Listen, will it be better?"

The melodious and willful music moves towards the gentleness of the zither and the harmony.

The strings of the seven-stringed guqin led those chaotic instruments to achieve a simple fusion.

Li Jinqiu stretched his soul along with the strings, felt the breeze blowing on his face, white clouds and blue sky, and the music complemented the quiet and peaceful green trees and streams in front of him.

He smiled and said, "It's beautiful."

But his compositional nature, which strives for perfection, still helps him hear the discordant noises inside.

He said: "Master Fan's guqin is very good inside. But because it is so good, the shortcomings of playing become unbearable and abrupt."

He frowned, pointing out that shortcoming ruthlessly.

"In the part just now, there was a special musical instrument in it. I didn't know what it was for a while, it was the thumping one..."

Li Jinqiu imitated the special rhythm perfectly, and with a professional critical attitude, he said seriously: "Is this a marimba or a dulcimer? I'm not familiar with it. But it is really terrible. Compared with it, the noise of electric interference is nothing become tolerant."

Zhong Ying heard the words and paused silently.

However, music can be suspended, but Li Jinqiu's professionalism cannot be suspended.

He glanced at the computer, "Did you make the reverb? That thumping existence sounds too uncomfortable."

Zhong Ying immediately accepted the "uncomfortable" fault, "This is indeed a mixture I made, maybe I didn't do it well..."

"No." Li Jinqiu immediately clarified his point of view, "It has nothing to do with whether you do it well. The important thing is that the person who played the instrument did not play it well."

When he is picky, even famous musicians are often mad at him.

Li Jinqiu frowned and lashed out, "This man is not proficient in this special instrument at all. I understand his melody, but he is a mess in playing it."

Suddenly, he thought of an excellent example, and arrogantly pointed at the computer.

"His playing level is about the same as Chu Mu's. Kong knows the melody and doesn't have any skills at all. With all due respect, when compared with Master Fan, his mediocrity is like a disaster."

Li Jinqiu just expressed his professional feelings sincerely and objectively, but Zhong Ying didn't get a half-sentence refutation or approval.

With the gurgling water in the courtyard and the soft whistling of the wind, Zhong Ying looked down and slightly sad after hearing this, and looked up at this honest critic with pain in his eyes.

Li Jinqiu instinctively felt the crisis in the silence.

He hesitated to speak, and hadn't come out with a more detailed criticism. Seeing Zhong Ying's pale face, he had to ask in a gentle and confused voice:

"...Who played it?"

Zhong Ying smiled wryly, "My grandpa."

Li Jinqiu's whole body seemed to be stepped on a landmine, which exploded instantly, dumbfounded.

I am full of flash floods, mudslides, and the world is about to be flattened, it's broken, it's broken, it's broken!

But Zhong Ying laughed a few times, and reluctantly agreed with the great composer's point of view.

"Grandpa really doesn't have musical talent, you're right."

He stood up and walked to the piano hall behind him, "Brother Qiu, wait."

Zhong Ying's figure disappeared at the gate of the retro piano hall.

Standing where he was, Li Jinqiu could see the colored portrait covered in the shadow of the room from a distance.

He didn't know much about Zhong Ying, but he had heard Fan Chengyun say: Zhong Ying's grandfather, Lin Wanggui, was an excellent violinist. He had searched for the lost musical instruments of Yiyin Yashe for many years, and even Fan Chengyun only joined in later to help. .

No one is more persistent than Zhong Ying's grandfather.

Therefore, Zhong Ying has been obsessed with persistence since he was a child.

Standing outside the door of the piano hall, Li Jinqiu felt that he was not qualified to step into this Lin Wanggui piano hall.

His back was drenched in cold sweat, and he only felt that the eyes of the old man in the colorful portrait were like needles piercing his mouth of random evaluation, causing him great pain.

He wanted to go over and explain the apology, but felt that explaining the apology seemed hypocritical.

Just when he was in a dilemma, Zhong Ying came out, holding a unique piano.

The violin has a narrow neck and a narrow box, with thirteen strings stretched tight, the dark red lacquered wood is as bright as new, and the head of the violin is tied with red Chinese knot tassels. It can be seen that Zhong Ying cherishes it very much.

"This is the special musical instrument you mentioned - Zhuqin, which was imitated by grandpa based on historical data."

Zhong Yingyun was indifferent, showing this long-lost Zhuqin with a smile.

Li Jinqiu was full of remorse and pain, "Sorry, I didn't mean that..."

"It's ok."

Zhong Ying smiled and took down the slender bamboo ruler hanging beside Zhuqin, instead comforting Li Jinqiu.

"Grandpa doesn't care about this, and he won't blame you for telling the truth. Because he told me many times that he has no musical talent."

He held Zhuqin in his arms, lightly held the bamboo ruler in his right hand, and struck the strings.

The thumping sound of Zhuqin is as clear and crisp as a Yangqin being struck with a bamboo bamboo in hand, and it is far deeper and sadder than a Yangqin.

Zhong Ying said with a nostalgic tone and said with a smile: "But, he is a good player at the piano."