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The auditorium resounded with He Yuan's weeping.

The music performance has ended, but Zhong Ying is still standing on the stage.

He waited for the emotionally agitated old man to vent his anguish freely.

None of them moved, only Wellard patiently took out a tissue and comforted the sad old friend.

"Don't cry, don't cry."

Even if he can't understand Chinese, he can feel the message conveyed by the video.

"This is how students show respect to their teachers, and you should be happy."

"You don't understand." He Yuansheng wiped away his tears, muffled.

Wellard's nature is serious, "I don't understand! I am also a teacher, and I have also taken care of students. Although some bastards and villains are the most annoying guys in the world, most of the students are angels, so I will never regret being an angel in my life. A teacher."

He delivered his speech eloquently, with pride and pride on his face.

He Yuansheng looked at him in surprise.

The old man with red eyes frowned and asked:

"Even if they blinded you?"

"Yes, even if they are blind..." Wellard, who hadn't been able to react, immediately reacted, furious!

"If there are such bastards, I will send them to court, send them to prison, and I will make them regret it for life!"

While talking, he seemed to understand something, stopped his roar, raised his hand and patted his sad old friend.

Wellard sighed and said:

"But you know what? My teaching career has not been smooth sailing. It's just that I was lucky. I don't know if you remember, you visited me in the hospital and I got shot here."

He covered his arms.

Seeing his movements, He Yuansheng remembered.

Thirty students and three faculty members were killed in a shooting at Lyric College that year.

Wellard passed the teaching building at that time, heard the gunshots, and fled without turning around, and ran towards the students with guns.

"Remember." He Yuansheng said slowly, "I still ask you, why are you so stupid. You are so far away, even if you don't run away, even if you stay where you are, you won't get hurt."

"Yeah, why are you so stupid."

Wellard was very happy, and He Yuansheng still remembered it clearly. He said with a smile, "Because I was afraid that it was my students who would shoot, and I was even more afraid that it was my students who would be hurt by his shooting."

Almost 20 years have passed, Wellard still remembers it vividly.

"If the bullet was even worse, let alone the eyes, maybe I wouldn't have the chance to stand here and talk to you."

"Then do you regret it?" He Yuansheng asked him.

"What is there to regret? One cannot live in regret while alive."

Wellard replied with a smile, "I'm not trying to excuse some bad students, let alone forgive criminals, but I want to say, maybe I'm not a teacher, but an ordinary white-collar worker. Hurt."

"Earthquakes, tsunamis, explosions, gunshots. Even if a piece of iron falls from the roof of a building, it may cause me to lose my light and my life."

"Since they are all unpredictable and unchoiceable endings, why not do something I like."

Wellard has been a professor and a teacher for many years, facing He Yuansheng is like facing another student.

"I don't know who you're regretting for, but I don't regret it," he said.

"Don't regret being a teacher, don't regret teaching students."

His eyes glowed, and he saw countless lovely children in his long life.

"Even if there are bastards and criminals among the students I teach, it will deeply hurt me. I will be proud of the good students I teach for the rest of my life."

"Even if there is only one, he is still my carefully raised child."

He Yuansheng looked at Wellard as if he saw Feng Yuanqing, more like he saw Bai Huisheng.

He still remembers how Bai Huisheng decided to become a teacher, how he strongly opposed it, and how helpless he was.

The young and determined Bai Hui said: "Uncle Shi, I call you Uncle Shi, and you are my teacher. How can a teacher persuade his students not to be teachers?"

"You should be happy for me."

He Yuansheng was never happy for Bai Huisheng.

He is not a teacher at all, let alone a teacher.

He treated Bai Huisheng as his own son, how could he be happy because his son was going to teach a group of ungrateful guys.

Now, he has met many of Feng Yuanqing's students.

They were taught by Feng Yuanqing personally, or they had never met Feng Yuanqing, but they all respected Feng Yuanqing and regarded Feng Yuanqing as a teacher they admired all their lives.

Unfortunately, Feng Yuanqing encountered a group of ignorant and bad students.

Feng Yuanqing was lucky, he was lucky enough to teach more outstanding students.

The old man smiled wryly, left his seat, and was about to go to the stage.

Suddenly, the video that had stayed for a long time continued to play, and Bai Huisheng's voice reverberated again.

"Although Shigong has passed away for ten years, the scene of us playing the erhu together seems like yesterday."

Bai Huisheng's smile remained the same, and he said: "Today, a person who is very important to the master was not present, because I was afraid that the old man would get emotional, so I didn't inform him."

Bai Huisheng's eyes looked very far away, as if he saw He Yuansheng in the auditorium.

"He is my uncle, and another teacher of mine. Over the years, my uncle has been traveling to every corner of the United States for our lost chime bells. He has not been able to spend his old age in peace and enjoy the family happiness."

"The song "Spring Scenery of Ten Thousand Families" I played is my nostalgia for my teacher, and even more my concern for my uncle. I believe that in this era when thousands of students go abroad and thousands of cultural relics return to the motherland, it is destined to be With our family, the spring of reunion."

After He Yuansheng listened, he remained silent for a long time.

He knows Xi Sheng's place in "One Family", and he also knows that what "Wan Jia Chun Scenery" looks forward to is the smiles of their three generations.

Feng Yuanqing had passed away long ago, and Bai Huisheng was far away from him.

He heard these words with mixed feelings, and he knew that these words were not empty words, but Bai Huisheng's sustenance from beginning to end.

The hope of Xisheng's reunion is pinned on thousands of students.

He lowered his head and walked forward with a heavy heart. Before reaching the entrance of the stage, Fan Chengyun greeted him.

"Mr. He."

He called out calmly as usual, which made He Yuansheng envious.

"You make a good apprentice."

He looked at the respectful Zhong Ying behind Fan Chengyun, and said from the bottom of his heart, "His chime is very good."

"My apprentice is also a student of Mr. Feng and Huisheng."

Fan Chengyun took Zhong Ying by his side and introduced him earnestly, "He has played the erhu with Hui Acoustic since he was a child, and all he has learned are Mr. Feng's tunes. No matter it is spring, summer, autumn and winter, wind and rain, he can fully perceive Mr. Feng's mood, play the happiest music."

As he said that, he shouted back: "Sister Lan, lend me your erhu."

Fang Lan didn't dare to get too close, but at Fan Chengyun's request, she could only walk over with her erhu.

"Thank you Teacher Fang." Zhong Ying smiled and took the erhu.

Fang Lan glanced over He Yuansheng inadvertently, but saw the old man's eyes were red, and he praised softly.

"Your erhu is also very good."

She had never seen an uncle who praised her so politely.

Fang Lan smiled, "It's Huisheng who taught well, and Master also taught well."

It's just a sentence or two, like the ice melting, like a spring breeze.

Zhong Ying sits on a chair in the auditorium, draws the bow string a little, and can play another spring and autumn song.

Feng Yuanqing's songs are always the best.

He Yuansheng listened to the spring wind turning into rain and the fruitful fruits, and the emotion in his heart drifted into the empty auditorium with every inch of the strings of the bell.

He remembered what the little girl said.

The bow that played the music, and the silver and silver strings were all looking at the bustling world for Feng Yuanqing.

It really should be more carefree and happy, so that Master can see the colorful spring in peace and tranquility.

Zhong Ying's erhu string music lingered melodiously in He Yuansheng's ears.

After the song was played, he showed a long-lost smile, and praised: "It is true that I have won the master's true biography."

The stubborn old man became gentle, and Zhong Ying was also relieved.

Holding Fang Lan's erhu in his arms, he stared at the old man and said, "But no matter how good my erhu is, it's not the music that Mr. Feng and Teacher Bai are looking forward to hearing."

His words made the auditorium fall silent again.

At that moment, the three pairs of eyes of Zhong Ying, Fan Chengyun, and Fang Lan were all focused on this old man with red eyes.

He Yuansheng didn't speak.

In the end, it was still Zhong Ying who spoke in a low voice, expressing his heart that he refused to speak.

"The music that Mr. Feng and Teacher Bai have always wanted to hear is the music played by the chime bells. It is a pity that there are only 22 pieces of Warring States chime bells copied by Professor Wellard. If there are 36 sets of chime bells, the music played will definitely be It's more pleasing to the ear."

Wellard knew about their dispute over the chime, and when he heard the news, he immediately fanned the flames.

"Why not?" Wellard said loudly and firmly, "Lyric College will receive a set of 36 chime bells from the Tang Dynasty immediately! You can ring it whenever you want! I allow it!"

As the culprit who advocated the donation, He Yuansheng raised his hand and patted his old friend who knew it well.

"The clock hasn't been donated to you yet."

He sighed and said, "It is a 36-piece set of chime bells that came from China and ended up in the United States."

"It's time to go back to China."

The Chinese Mutual Aid Association is still quiet and peaceful.

Zhong Ying followed He Yuansheng into the safekeeping room in the building.

The anti-theft door opened and the lights were bright.

The set of chime bells from the Tang Dynasty, which has been placed in the storage room for nearly 80 years, still maintains its original appearance.

Red wooden frame, bronze bell body.

It stands there heavy, as if it can sound without wind, making a magnificent and distant sound more than 1000 years ago.

He Yuansheng sat on the chair opposite it and had been looking at it like this for many years.

He said: "There are more than a dozen antiques and cultural relics in this storage room. I originally wanted to go back to China with Xisheng."

"Everything is ready, and we are waiting for Huisheng to come and pick them up."

Bai Huisheng's condition was dragged on until the end, but He Yuansheng was not told the truth.

Their last remote video, on a Chinese morning and an American evening.

He Yuansheng said happily and found Xisheng, immersed in his own consummation, and did not notice that his nephew was weak.

"He said he didn't have a good rest last night and he was sleepy."

He Yuansheng remembered, and smiled bleakly, "I thought he was really sleepy."

"So, I suppressed my excitement and briefly discussed with him how to transport it, how to send it back, and whether it should be transported by water or by air."

Whenever he thinks about it, tears well up in his eyes.

He didn't dare to cry before, but now he is crying freely, taking out a handkerchief and wiping away his tears.

"He said that Xisheng had been away from home for too long, so of course he had to take an airlift, take a plane, and go home early."

The memories of the old man, accompanied by deep sadness, clearly revealed the happiness of Bai Huisheng.

"He said he would contact the Qingling Lake Museum and ask experts to come over and study the packing."

"He said he would charter a large plane for Xisheng and fly directly from Washington to China."

"I even booked the plane for it."

The journey home, which was not possible, has been put on hold because of the death of a respectable person.

He Yuansheng propped up his cane and looked at Xisheng melancholy.

"Unfortunately, Huisheng can't accompany it home."

"And us, and you."

Zhong Ying gently answered the old man's regret, "You are Xisheng's brother, and your children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren are also Xisheng's relatives. It is the greatest wish of Mr. Feng and Teacher Bai that you can accompany it home. It’s the family reunion they’ve been looking forward to.”

He Yuansheng sat there, staring at Zhong Ying in a daze.

Their "voice" is the "voice" of Xisheng.

65 years ago, someone used the name to cover the cold bronze musical instrument with the heat of human affection.

However, he didn't expect that Zhong Ying would say it, and he could see it clearly.

Just like what Feng Yuanqing said with a smile in the tape——

"As long as you say your names, no one will doubt that you are real relatives."

"I……"

His black eyes, which had been washed by tears, fell on the chimes, as if he could hear Xi Sheng's voice, and he was looking forward to his younger brother to send them home.

But he wasn't sure.

This is his imaginary elder brother, the Chime Bell whose master gave him a name.For a lifetime, he often watched it quietly like this, never having such a strong hallucination like now.

"I'll accompany it back..."

The old man's tone seemed to be asking, hesitating.

Zhong Ying did not hesitate.

He walked to Xi Sheng's side and took down the bell hammer that he had been waiting for for a long time.

Every clock of Xisheng, every record on the wall of the Chinese Mutual Aid Association tells the story of its journey in the United States.

Becoming a handy gift, becoming a collection in an art gallery, becoming a commodity in an auction house, becoming a bronze farm tool compacted in the soil of a farm, and a stepping tool in the corner of an apartment.

The pieces were separated and finally reunited.

Zhong Ying could feel it trembling, wanting to make his own voice.

I want to tell this old man who has been staring at it for many years, its true heart.

"Ding!"

The button bell on the top floor is crisp, like a newborn child, saying that it is not free as a display.

"Boom!"

The middle-level Yongzhong, with a slightly lower voice, looked like a mature middle-aged man, complaining about the mercenary of the auction house.

"Buzz!"

The bells on the lower floor are huge and calm, just like the stable elders in the vicissitudes of life, comforting the bells who have been tortured and finally returned to their wooden frames.

The bell should ring them one by one, and you can see the slight damage to the edges after their ordeal.

Although it is distressing, only the bronze corners are peeled off, and the body of the clock is not damaged at all. The voice is still as loud as before, and it keeps saying——

We are reunited, and Yuansheng is going to take us home.

Every clock is jumping in response.

It seems that on the cliff, the wanderers walking alone have finally survived the storm, the tiger and the bird, and the seven relatives of No.30 are here to chat with each other.

The bell that should ring is still "Row of the Tiger".

The timbre of the replica is quite different from that of Xisheng. The sound reverberating in this narrow storage room is more like Feng Yuanqing's performance back then.

He Yuansheng's eyebrows stretched, and through Zhong Ying's every move, he saw the young and handsome master in his memory.

"I thought nobody would be able to play this piece again," he said.

After all, the age is long, after all, chime bells are lonely.

However, Zhong Ying not only played it, but also played all the memories of He Yuansheng.

His master and his nephew have all been to the United States, witnessed the prosperity and peace, and still want to return to the suffering motherland.

Just like this set of chime bells with a tortuous life experience, no matter how hard they are, they will eventually return to their motherland.

"Fighting Tiger...Fighting Tiger..."

He Yuan smiled and wiped away the tears that welled up, holding his cane, and reciting in a hoarse voice:

"Go ahead to dangers!"