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Zhong Ying owns many zithers.

During Lin Wanggui's qin career, he has been trying to reproduce the instruments of Yiyin Yashe, leaving behind many relics.

The same is true for Shixian Qiusi, and the same is true for Thirteen Xianzhu in his embrace.

"Zhuqin has been divided into five strings, twelve strings, thirteen strings, and 21 strings since ancient times. The Zhuqin of Yiyin Yashe has thirteen strings. It is slender in shape and has pillars under the strings."

Sitting on a chair, he introduced this piano to Li Jinqiu in detail, "Its resonance box is relatively small, and it belongs to the Zhuqin of the early Han Dynasty, so it can be played in the hand. The builder presses the strings with his left hand, and holds the ruler with his right hand, and strikes the strings to make a sound. "

The ancient musical instrument, which has been lost for thousands of years, makes a unique sound under the light tap of the bamboo ruler held by Zhong Ying.

The notes struck by Zhong Ying at will, inherited the original deep sorrow of Zhuqin, and gradually scattered in the peaceful courtyard.

Tao Yuanming once wrote "Ode to Jingke": Gradually leave and strike sadly, Song Yi sings loudly.

There is also a grass call in "Peach Blossom Fan": "In the middle of the night, I suddenly met Zhuren, and there must be a reason for the tragic song without reason."

He played a sad and melodious tune, and said: "Zhuqin is originally an instrument for playing elegy. It is indeed very difficult to be the main instrument in a cheerful celebration song like "Jing Xing". I am no better now. The only way is to always change the part of the first ten strings and elegant rhymes."

"Difficulties are difficulties, but it's not impossible..."

Seeing that Zhong Ying was troubled, Li Jinqiu immediately decided to make up for his mistakes and showed his housekeeping skills, "Since it is sad, it should play a joyous song with a sad voice. It should be much easier to make the audience cry with joy and smile through their tears. For example The percussion sound like a glockenspiel before was raised by a third, matched with the tense rounds of the guqin and pipa, and finally Zhuqin changed from a slow C minor to a fast C minor, and it may be possible to realize the progression from tragedy to madness."

The suggestion of a professional composer gave Zhong Ying a melody in his mind.

Although he only took one class with Li Jinqiu, he is familiar with both slow C minor and fast C minor masterpieces by heart.

This kind of performance technique can indeed achieve great joy and joy after great sorrow and grief. It is also a creative breakthrough to sing joyful songs with elegiac songs.

However, as soon as the new idea passed through, Zhong Ying was confused.

"What do you mean by carillon?"

Li Jinqiu was more confused than him, "Carillon made of steel bars, a metal instrument struck with a mallet. Isn't it in the recording of "Jing Xing"? It's that one, jingle, thud, thump?"

The vivid imitation made Zhong Ying dumbfounded.

"It seems that the sound quality of this version of "Jing Xing" recorded 12 years ago is really not good."

Holding Zhuqin in his arms, he raised his eyebrows and said, "That's not a carillon, that's a chime."

Li Jinqiu:?

"chimes?"

Li Jinqiu hadn't heard much about the performance of chime bells, and he had never even seen the real thing of this super-large percussion instrument group!

"Where did you get the chimes? No, I mean, I thought you imitated the sound of the chimes with a glockenspiel, but you made a copy of the decome, the zither, and the chimes?"

Zhong Ying's previous depression and dullness were swept away by Li Jinqiu's questioning.

"Yes, Grandpa imitated the chime bell. But it's smaller and can't meet the specifications in the photo of Yiyin Yashe, so the sound may have misunderstood you."

He put down Zhuqin, stood up and said, "I'll take you to see Grandpa's works. He is a real genius."

In the spacious and quiet Fanlin, the piano hall occupies the widest area.

Li Jinqiu followed Zhong Ying anxiously, as if he was about to walk into a holy place, and he had just spoken insultingly to the owner of the holy place.

Walking into the piano hall, the light dimmed a little, but it made the colorful portrait in the center clear.

Lin Wanggui is an old man with kind eyes.

He was about 50 years old when he died, his temples were gray and his black eyes were still bright and gentle.

Li Jinqiu stepped forward solemnly and offered a stick of incense respectfully.

"Grandpa, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I just can't talk. Your piano is very good. I mean, it's very playable."

Zhong Ying laughed when he heard his efforts to make amends.

"It really doesn't matter. Grandpa lives a free and easy life and never cares about the evaluation of the outside world."

He said, "I also told him that you helped a lot in finding Yayun and Mulan Pipa, so he must like you very much."

Such a generous description will only make Li Jinqiu feel ashamed.

He swore that if he was given another chance, he would keep his mouth shut.

The silent Li Jinqiu expressed his apology before walking to Zhong Ying's side.

In this tall and spacious piano hall, there are all kinds of guqin. Before Li Jinqiu can appreciate it carefully, a huge black and white photo can be seen hanging on the wall in a blink of an eye.

It was the group photo of "Le Bao" that Zhong Ying had mentioned.

The members of Yiyin Yashe, sitting in front of "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains", played their respective instruments, and gathered together completely.

Li Jinqiu saw Shen Ling.

Mr. Shen, who caressed the elegant rhyme of the ten strings with his fingers, was as gentle and elegant as he imagined.

Further to the side, there are Chu Shuming and Zheng Wanqing who look at each other and smile, playing the Nanpa horizontally and the Beipa vertically. The husband and wife are deeply affectionate.

There was also a musician he didn't know, holding an erhu and playing the strings with downcast eyes.

Behind him is a large chime bell placed obliquely. Three rows of bronze bells, from small to large, from high to low, are really eye-catching.

Li Jinqiu swept his eyes and found that there was no Zhuqin.

"During the premiere, Zhuqin was not on stage, so the performers didn't take pictures?" Li Jinqiu asked curiously.

"En." Zhong Ying didn't want to talk about the players who built the piano, walked to the side of the piano hall, and turned the rocker for storage.

Li Jinqiu asked again: "What about the chime bell player? Why didn't he take pictures?"

The storage track was clanging, and Zhong Ying explained: "When the Yiyin Yashe premiered, it was Mr. Feng Yuanqing, an erhu performer, who rang the chime bell. Mr. Ye helped ring the chime, he is the drummer of the Qingling Lake Opera Troupe."

Accompanied by Zhong Ying's voice, a row of chime bells hidden in the cabinet slowly appeared.

They are only about half the size of the bronze chime bells in the black and white photo, and the number is not enough, only 22 pieces, listed as upper, middle and lower layers.

Even if it is just an imitation, it still maintains the solemnity and solemnity that bronze musical instruments should have.

Zhong Ying took off the hammer and tapped a few tones lightly, crisp and bright, exactly the same as the melody of "Jing Xing" just now.

"During the recording, this set of chime bells was played by Mr. Bo from the Conservatory of Music. He is Mr. Feng Yuanqing's disciple, so the chime bells he rang were taught by Mr. Feng himself, and they have the most ancient rhyme of Yiyin Yashe."

However, the melody has an ancient rhyme, and it is still impossible for this set of chime bells to make the sound of the year.

Zhong Ying handed the hammer to Li Jinqiu and said, "You can try it, it is much more powerful than ordinary percussion instruments."

Lin Wanggui's versatility is beyond Li Jinqiu's imagination.

Such a large set of bronze musical instruments was all written by a qin master, and he had to admire it.

He didn't know whether the hammer was bronze or iron. He held it a bit heavy, and tapped it lightly on the chime, immediately making a clear and pleasant sound of gold and stone.

The timbre is beautiful, and every knock can form a scale of its own, and because of his strength, it will show a completely different range of sounds.

Before he could figure out how to play this magical instrument, he heard a familiar call outside the door.

"Xiao Ying? Xiao Ying?"

"Master." Zhong Ying turned around and walked out of the piano hall.

Li Jinqiu put down the hammer, but couldn't continue playing, so he chased him out.

Fan Chengyun's voice outside the door was tired and painful, and his expression was not very good.

"Change your clothes and follow me to the music academy."

"What happened?" Zhong Ying asked in a low voice.

Fan Chengyun's eyes swept over Li Jinqiu, and he didn't even think about greeting the composer.

He sighed for a long time, unable to calm down for a long time.

"Bai Huisheng passed away."

Bai Huisheng from the Conservatory of Music is a famous erhu performer and the close disciple of Feng Yuanqing, the erhu master of Yiyin Yashe, and he has won the true biography of the master.

He lived in seclusion, and despite his great reputation, he still lived in the teacher's dormitory of the Conservatory of Music, and lived a frugal teaching life with his wife Fang Lan.

"Teacher Bai taught me the erhu."

Zhong Ying walked into the Conservatory of Music and introduced Li Jinqiu this great performer who had just passed away in a low voice.

"He teaches classes at the Conservatory of Music all year round. As long as he is willing to listen and learn, he likes to teach regardless of talent. Because he said..."

Zhong Ying's voice was sad and deep, "Music can bring happiness to people, and everyone has the right to happiness."

Not all students who can study in the conservatory of music can become excellent performers.

They may come here out of hobbies, family traditions, or outstanding talents. For Bai Huisheng, as long as they take his class, they are considered his apprentices.

It is impossible for Li Jinqiu to choose to leave when he heard of the death of a musician.

At this time, he was walking on the road leading to the teacher's dormitory from the Conservatory of Music, and accompanied Zhong Ying and Fan Chengyun to say goodbye.

There are anxious and painful voices of students around, accompanied by their hurried footsteps.

"Didn't you say that Mr. Bai's condition is better?"

"I also listened to his erhu class last semester."

"How could this be, how could this be..."

As soon as they arrived at the teacher's dormitory area, they saw countless students.

The dean of the Conservatory of Music walked over with a heavy face, and grabbed Fan Chengyun's arm.

"Wait a minute, I have something to tell you." He stopped Fan Chengyun with a sigh, and glanced at Zhong Ying and Li Jinqiu who was next to him. There was no greeting, only heaviness.

"Xiaoying, you and the students go in first, and say goodbye to Huisheng first."

Li Jinqiu was regarded as a student, so he didn't make a sound.

He and Zhong Ying silently watched Fan Chengyun and the dean go aside to discuss, and continued to walk to the place where the students flocked.

Downstairs in Bai Huisheng's teacher's dormitory, countless wreaths and bouquets have been placed.

The students who rushed over covered their faces and cried bitterly and mourned in low voices. Zhong Ying could hear their heartfelt grief through the narrow corridor.

The old and mottled corridors are full of students holding bouquets.

When he stepped into the narrow dormitory with two bedrooms and one living room on the third floor, he saw a pale Fang Lan comforting the students.

"Teacher Bai is worried about you. You can go to class as soon as you pay your respects. You don't need to come to watch the spirit. He will leave tomorrow."

Fang Lan's voice was as gentle as ever, and her vicissitudes of face could even squeeze out a smile, persuading the group of children who had been reluctant to leave.

Zhong Ying stood far away by the door, looking at a loss.

He's not used to attending funerals, and probably never will be.

Those pains and sorrows hidden in his childhood memories surged to his head the moment he saw the black and white portrait of Bai Huisheng, and he was so shocked that he dared not approach.

I dare not make a sound.

"Little Ying."

Fang Lan spotted him, patted the student on the shoulder, and walked over.

"Teacher Fang." Zhong Ying greeted him respectfully.

Fang Lan smiled bleakly, a gleam of light glowed in her tired eyes.

She said: "Your Teacher Bai still missed you before he passed away. He heard that you brought back the Mulan Pipa, and he always wanted to hear you play it. It's a pity, a pity..."

Her words seemed to be chatting, and there was not much grief.

Shu Er let out a long sigh, and she asked, "Where's your master?"

Before Zhong Ying could answer, Fang Lan's gaze fell behind him, and Fan Chengyun and the dean walked in with solemn expressions.

"Miss Lan."

When Fan Chengyun yelled, Fang Lan's full attention fell on this junior who was carrying a heavy responsibility.

She walked over quickly, grabbed Fan Chengyun's arm, and said anxiously, "Chengyun, before Huisheng passed away, he was still talking about Xisheng. He said that when he recovered from his illness, he would go to the United States immediately to pick up Xisheng. return--"

As Fang Lan spoke, tears welled up, her voice was choked and hoarse, and she couldn't restrain her grief.

"It's only a few days away, and Xi Sheng is back, it's only a few days away!"

Her crying tore up the calm and gentle smile just now.

Even the uttered sentences trembled and turned into heart-wrenching cries.

She shouted: "Uncle Master already hated me, he hated me for persuading Huisheng to return to China! He hated me for not letting Huisheng go to the United States for treatment!"

Fang Lan cried out, turning into tears and wailing that only they could understand.

"How dare you tell him that Huisheng passed away, and I can no longer pick up Xisheng in person! They made an appointment, an appointment!"

The widow, who was elegant and restrained just now, was wailing to express the greatest pain in her heart.

The students around who were originally comforted by her suddenly cried and cried bitterly, causing the originally quiet dormitory to fall into deep sadness and crying.

The musicians guarding the door, relatives and friends of Bai Huisheng rushed in to hug the distraught Fang Lan.

"Sister Lan, don't cry, Sister Lan."

Juniors like Zhong Ying were squeezed out by them.

I could only stand far away by the door, seeing Fang Lan almost fainting crying and howling, and listening to Master's comforting words sadly:

"I will accompany you to the United States. I will tell Mr. He. Sister Lan, he will understand. He is not unreasonable."

"It's only a few days away! Chengyun, Huisheng has waited for Xisheng all his life, why is it only a few days away!"

Fang Lan's crying overwhelmed all comfort.

Compared with his death, what hurt her more was that her husband would never be able to fulfill the agreement with his uncle. After waiting for a lifetime, there was always a gap of only a few days between life and death.

The scene was chaotic, and the heart-piercing crying made this simple farewell more painful and dignified.

Everyone mourns the passing of a great musician.

Everyone is saying that his regret is that he was not able to pick up Xisheng in person.

"Who is Xisheng?"

Li Jinqiu could only hear that he seemed like an important person.

It was so important that after Master Bai passed away, going to the United States to pick him up became the most important thing for the widow to cry to the point of losing control of her emotions and begging Fan Chengyun for help.

"It is a bronze musical instrument that the American Chinese Mutual Aid Association has helped us find for nearly 80 years."

Zhong Ying's eyes fell on the portrait of Bai Huisheng, and he raised his hand to wipe away the continuous tears, his voice was choked and fragile.

"It's the set of chime bells from Yiyin Yashe."