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"How can Mr. Bellou be such a person!"

Li Jinqiu had a headache.

Zhou Juntong, the only precious little sister in the family, cried like a mess on her first day back to work in China.

It's okay to cry, but I want to cry in his room.

"I've always felt that Belu's spending so much money and so much energy will not only protect our cultural relics, but also his friendship with Shen Ling!"

Zhou Juntong cried hoarsely, "The mountains and rivers will never change until death, how beautiful it is!"

Li Jinqiu felt a sharp pain in his ear, frowned and stretched out his hand, took out a tissue and shook it in front of her.

Zhou Juntong snatched it away with his hands, and wiped away her tears that seemed to never dry up.Her eyes were red and swollen, and she had not forgotten her foul voice.

"Brother, speak up!"

"What?" Li Jinqiu looked up at her, weakly, and sighed softly.

"You can't comfort me. Master Fan's apprentice is telling lies. Maybe Mr. Bellu was also deceived. In fact, he is sincere to Shen Ling?!"

Li Jinqiu fully agrees, "You have learned to comfort yourself, I don't think the problem is big."

"You, you..." Zhou Juntong was shocked by Li Jinqiu's inhumanity, and felt that her brother's inhumanity was normal.

She gritted her teeth and stood up abruptly, "No, I can't wait until the end of the exhibition. I will immediately ask the curator for leave and go back to the Bellu Museum to find a teacher."

Li Jinqiu suddenly became energetic, "When are you leaving? I'll be with you."

Zhou Juntong was a little moved. Although they have different surnames, they are also biological brothers and sisters who grew up together.

Her brother didn't say anything, but he still cared about her in action.

"Brother, don't worry. I won't be impulsive. When I go back to Italy, I just want to check the records and find out about Qin. You don't need to accompany me."

"use."

Li Jinqiu looked at the pile of score papers on the table, and said, "The piece that Domenic asked me to compose will be rehearsed in the musical theater next week. I brought back the cello and violin this time, and I can't move them all by myself. You go back Italy is just right, help me with the violin."

Zhou Juntong stopped the tears and was full of anger.

"Go to hell, straight man! The devil will give you the violin!"

Li Jinqiu doesn't understand women.

How could she cry earth-shatteringly and get angry with him because of the truth of a story.

His sister really kept her promise, she didn't help him play the piano, and even on the same plane, she was so angry that she became a stranger and didn't even look at him.

He checked the cello, violin, and suitcase by himself, and asked someone to help deliver the things to the hotel.

After working for a long time, he finally arrived at the Italian Musical Theater with the sheet music.

This well-known musical theater standing in Florence has a spacious hall and gorgeous decoration. Since its establishment 60 years ago, countless world-famous orchestras and musicians have held masterpiece performances in this place.

Li Jinqiu is very familiar with this place.

He will come five or six times a year, each time with different expectations, and he knows the status of each concert hall in the musical theater very well.

The first Daisy Hall is suitable for opera, the second Violet Hall is suitable for drama, the third Rose Hall is suitable for symphony, and the fourth Holly Hall is suitable for stage plays.

Well-known pianist Domenic, as one of the theater owners, always likes to rehearse in the Rose Hall to meet Li Jinqiu's requirements for space, sound effects, and perception.

He was happy with it.

Therefore, no matter how far apart, he is willing to come to the musical theater in person to enjoy the rehearsal of the new song he composed.

After all, the third Rose Hall is elegantly decorated and has excellent sound effects. Listening to rehearsals can become a kind of enjoyment...

"Ok?"

Li Jinqiu walked into the door carved with roses and found that Domenic had already arrived.

"Domenic, why are you so early."

Domenique's exhortation was interrupted by an abrupt call.

Zhong Ying followed the greetings and saw a young man in casual clothes with black hair and black eyes.

He has a gloomy expression, his brows and eyes are covered with a perplexity that can't go away, and when he looks at people, he is so sharp that he can penetrate the soul.

Zhong Ying immediately realized that this was the Li Jinqiu that Domenick was talking about——

"Your master asked me to let you meet Beilu. Then, the best way I can think of is that you play music for Beilu to impress him, just like your master once did."

"Fortunately, we will have a concert to celebrate the 97th birthday of the old Bellu. If you are capable enough, I agree that you can replace the guzheng and complete the concerto."

"but……"

However, the composer he invited was stubborn and crazy.

Domenic promised to help Zhong Ying, but he couldn't guarantee that Li Jinqiu would agree to such a decision.

Harrison Bellew admires many composers, but Li Jinqiu is the only one who is good at combining Eastern classical instruments and Western symphonic music, which has become his persistent hobby in recent years.

Domenic promised that Zhong Ying would play Li Jinqiu's concerto, which would surely impress the old Bellou, who is deeply concerned about China.

Unfortunately, he couldn't teach Zhong Ying how to impress Li Jinqiu.

When Zhong Ying saw Li Jinqiu approaching, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "A new intern?"

Domenico was not at all like the owner of an Italian musical theater. He introduced him with a great attitude: "No, he is a new performer today. He is a genius!"

Li Jinqiu has a good impression of geniuses.

They are usually young and creative, always bringing new surprises to his boring life.

So, he stretched out his hand and introduced himself, "Li Jinqiu, the composer."

"Hello." Zhong Ying felt the politeness from the other party, "My name is Zhong Ying."

But as soon as they shook hands, Zhong Ying felt Li Jinqiu's unusual strength.

It was not an ordinary friendly handshake, but more like an experienced composer considering and trying to figure out a new musician.

The handshake was released within a few seconds, but Zhong Ying felt that Li Jinqiu had already made a preliminary judgment on his practice time.

Sure enough, Li Jinqiu asked curiously: "Don't all of you who learn Guzheng wear fake nails? Why do you have so many calluses on your palms?"

"Ah..." Domenic seemed a little embarrassed, "Actually, he learned Guqin."

Zhong Ying witnessed a change of face.

The composer who was gentle and peaceful just now restrained his smile and raised his voice to ask: "Domenique, I need to add a guqin to my composition? Why don't I know?"

Domenico's tone was obviously cautious, and he explained as much as possible: "Your music is as good as ever, and I don't have any objections, but, don't you think... Guqin is more suitable for your music than Guzheng?"

"I don't think so."

Li Jinqiu's smile was cold, and he hugged his hands, not at all as friendly as before.

""Golden Bell" is a concerto in B-flat major. According to your request, the guzheng is used as a solo instrument to create a soft, bright, active and lively movement, which is a gentle birthday celebration for an elegant old gentleman. With all due respect, the guqin A dark, forlorn instrument, not at all fit to play it."

After speaking, he paused, cast his gaze to Zhong Ying and explained without sincerity:

"Sorry, I didn't target you, I meant all Guqin."

He said he was sorry, but he didn't apologize in the slightest.

In order to protect his tune, he spoke so mercilessly that even Zhong Ying frowned slightly.

"Zhong Ying is a genius. I believe he can play the sunny taste of the dark Guqin." After all, Domenique is a kind person. "Besides, Guzheng and Guqin are both Chinese stringed instruments. What difference can there be?"

"difference?"

Li Jinqiu's tone was joking, and when talking about music scores, even a genius in front of him could not shake his heart of stone.

"Guzheng has 21 strings and Guqin has seven strings. Are you suffering from Alzheimer's disease early and can't even count, my pianist?"

"You..." Domenic was very angry, "I really didn't let you down to compose the music. I'm going to see my doctor, in case it's my memorial day before Old Bellew's birthday."

He suppressed his anger, and patted Zhong Ying's shoulder helplessly.

"Son, come on, I can only help you here."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and handed over the rehearsal to the conductor Pamela.

The back of the middle-aged pianist walking briskly didn't look like going to see a doctor at all, more like finding an excuse to escape and let Zhong Ying deal with Li Jinqiu's big problem by himself.

Baton in hand, Pamela told the stubborn composer.

"Qiu, Domenic has informed the guzheng player not to come. Why don't you let him try?"

It's a pity that Li Jinqiu refused to budge.

"In the music I wrote, there is no room for abrupt string music."

As he said that, he looked at Zhong Ying and made a straightforward conclusion, "You are too young to understand my concerto, which must be played by the guzheng or piano. Give it up."

With an arrogant posture, he stood directly below the stage and said loudly, "Start rehearsing "Golden Bells", immediately."

The musicians who watched the debate on the stage were silent, obviously used to Li Jinqiu's temper.

Immediately they turned the sheet music back to the first page, got ready, and waited for Pamela's signal.

However, Pamela, who stood firmly on the podium, reminded embarrassingly: "We don't have solo instruments..."

Li Jinqiu would only reply more severely: "Can't you understand the score without a solo instrument?"

Pamela raised her hands in surrender, saying "Okay okay".

She was silent for a moment, then raised her hand, and there was a beautiful and soothing sound of the violin.

Zhong Ying stood aside, not expecting this to happen.

He accompanied Master to Italy five years ago, and it was the concert held in the third Rose Hall of this theater.

The enthusiastic organizer, as well as the pianist and owner Domenic, left a deep impression on him——

Stubborn, cautious.

When the master said that Domenic agreed to help and let him play in front of Bellou, Zhong Ying was surprised for a while.

After all, this gentleman didn't give him the impression of being helpful, and he was as frank as Domenic turned sexual, and he reflected on whether he was a villain.

Until he stood here and saw the more stubborn Li Jinqiu.

Only then did he realize—

No wonder Domenic didn't shirk at all this time. It turns out that this composer is the real die-hard master.

Not even given a chance.

The orchestra cooperated tacitly, and "Golden Bells" was handed over to them as early as a week ago.

Although it was the first rehearsal, the notes were harmonious as if they had been rehearsed countless times.

Apart from……

A blank passage for a solo instrument.

Zhong Ying walked to the place in front of Domenic in silence, and the score left by the pianist was printed with the complete melody of "Golden Bells".

While listening to the performance on the stage, he flipped through the complicated staves, trying to understand Li Jinqiu's weird rests and maverick Andante.

He has the strings of the Guqin in his mind, matching every pause and silence of the orchestra.

The skillful performance on the stage shows the excellence and tacit understanding of this band.

They rehearsed "The Golden Bell" from beginning to end under Li Jinqiu's demon-like disgust.

Just as they routinely waited for Li Jinqiu to criticize him, a young man with a guqin in his arms came up from the side of the stage.

Zhong Ying didn't ask for permission, and walked up directly with the pitch-black guqin.

The Yujuqin made of paulownia wood has seven steel strings that meet the specifications of modern guqin. The nut, Yueshan, and crown corners are matched with black sandalwood.

He saw Li Jinqiu frowning, and saw the rejection of the other party.

However, Zhong Ying has no choice but to make such a choice.

There was no room for him on the stage.

He sat casually on the ground, and placed the lyre secludedly on his lap smoothly, like an elegant scholar in a bamboo forest, doing whatever he wanted, without fear of the surprised gazes of the orchestral players next to him.

Zhong Ying looked up at the conductor, as if he was waiting for the lady to raise the baton for him when he rehearsed again.

Pamela was stunned, and subconsciously looked at Li Jinqiu.

"Autumn……"

She had to seek Li Jinqiu's opinion.

"You're so stubborn."

A stubborn composer comments on a stubborn guqin player.

However, he actually showed a trace of human tolerance, "Okay, I will give you a chance to join. If I find it harsh and unpleasant, I will ask someone to kick you out immediately."

"When the time comes, don't hold back."