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It can't be blamed that Li Jinqiu didn't notice.

The carving of the sunflower pattern on the head of the erhu is not conspicuous. After the picture is fixed and zoomed in, it is still difficult to clearly distinguish the appearance of the hollow carving.

Zhong Ying is not some kind of god with vision, he judges by tone.

"Her erhu, the strings played with the bow are mellow and soft, and the sound of the bowed strings is decisive and clean. The treble is crisp, the bass is thick, and the sound is rougher than other erhus, so it should be made of excellent python skin."

Zhong Ying said seriously, "Python skin, black sandalwood, and hexagonal are already very close to Teacher Bai's erhu."

With such a professional way of judging, even Li Jinqiu is ashamed of being an expert.

Before he opened his mouth to praise, Zhong Ying added hesitantly: "But..."

Zhong Ying held his cheeks, frowned and stared at the pitch-black erhu, and said, "This is the sound from the video. It depends on the transcription of the equipment and the sound quality of the audio playback. I may have heard it wrong, or the radio equipment did not record noise."

The recording of a non-professional video will indeed be affected by countless influences.

Even if Zhong Ying had a golden ear, she didn't dare to make a conclusion rashly: yes, that's right, her erhu is of such high quality that there will be no interference sound in her performance.

Therefore, every time he distinguishes the instruments of Yiyin Yashe, he is very distressed.

Distressed by high-definition equipment, not enough high-definition.

I am troubled by imitation and new instruments, and I like to make old ones more and more. I can't tell the real year without getting started.

Zhong Ying replays the little girl's "Race of the Tiger", and the sonorous and magnificent tune echoes on the piano.

On the screen, the head of the erhu dangled, like a person nodding in agreement with the music, beating the beat to the little girl.

Sister Xu was silent for a moment, and said, "Even if you got it wrong, I won't get it wrong."

Full of confidence, she raised her gaze and pointed to the vaguely hollowed-out carvings, "No musical instrument factory has ever produced a mold for such a shape, and I have contacts with those masters who make erhu by hand. They say that sunflower patterns point to fire, The erhu belongs to wood, wood makes fire, and teacher Feng’s erhu was destroyed by fire, they are all superstitious and feel that it is unlucky, so they will definitely not choose this kind of sculpture.”

Zhong Ying and Li Jinqiu slammed and looked at Sister Xu.

Such a professional theory of mutual generation and restraint of the five elements is in line with the principle of traditional Chinese musical instrument production.

However, it is astonishing that Sister Xu can even express the thoughts of domestic erhu production masters clearly.

Li Jinqiu's shock was written on his face, second only to when Sister Xu said that she was the leader of Feng Yuanqing's student group.

But Zhong Ying was not as tactful as him, and made a sound of astonishment.

"Sister Xu, how come your social circle has developed to the master of the erhu maker!"

Sister Xu's beautiful slender eyebrows were raised, and her eyes were full of light.

"Aren't I thinking of you? Usually, you and Uncle Fan travel all over the world. I take care of the guqin, pipa, erhu, and chime bells in the piano hall."

She counted her hard work and hard work, full of the bitterness of being the head of a senior sister.

"Except for chime bells, I can only ask cultural relic restorers how to maintain them. For other musical instruments, I have worked hard. I have found many famous artists and sold many favors before I can get the opportunity to visit and learn on site."

An all-rounder who is proficient in the maintenance of musical instruments, he shines as the solid backing of Zhong Ying and Fan Chengyun.

Zhong Ying opened his mouth, he knew sister Xu's eloquence and common routines too well.

"...you are using Master as a favor again."

Sister Xu smiled brightly and complacently, "Uncle Fan told me to learn more and ask more questions, and he agreed to any favors. Besides, I don't study much, how can I live up to the high expectations of Master back then."

She is not a gifted violinist.

I have studied under Lin Wanggui for many years, and I can only make some guqins with mediocre sound quality according to the process.

Over time, she found another way and chose to become a generalist, focusing on the maintenance and restoration of musical instruments.

Compared with the unattainable dream of becoming a famous luthier, it is easier to become a sales genius who knows how to maintain and repair, and has a wide network of contacts.

Sister Xu looked at the screen with nostalgia.

What she looked at was not the little girl, but the indistinct black erhu.

"Besides, I was watching when Master was trimming the piano barrel."

Lin Wanggui, who was seriously ill at the time, still devoted himself to taking care of Feng Yuanqing's erhu in the piano hall.

——The horsetails of Erhu Gongzi are best for male horses, with many barbs and low noise, followed by female horses.

——Horsetail hair is easy to grow worms, you have to go to Mr. Feng's place to get the erhu regularly, and change the bow hair frequently.

——The resonance of the piano skin is the most important thing. The change of seasons will affect the state of the python skin. I only hope that the leather surface will last for a few more years, so as not to find a better replacement.

Sister Xu always remembered Master's patient instructions, and she has personally visited many artificial python farms, and has prepared an excellent piano skin substitute for the erhu.

It's a pity that the python skin of the erhu didn't collapse, so the master left first.

She hasn't taken care of the erhu yet, and Teacher Bai is gone.

The world is impermanent, and Sister Xu's lofty ambitions have turned into long sighs.

"I really hope that this little girl is using Teacher Bai's erhu, then I will definitely come to the door in person to help her check the status of the erhu."

"...Isn't this the student you recruited?"

Li Jinqiu was very surprised, pointing to the little girl and asked doubtfully: "Aren't the clips I made all the videos you sent?"

The group owner with a wide range of contacts uploaded videos to Li Jinqiu with the help of jet lag.

Just in case, I even asked a friend from across the country to send a mobile hard drive, which was very thoughtful, and Li Jinqiu admired it.

However, sister Xu shook her head with an innocent face.

"I don't know her."

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand and switched the video to the little girl's speech.

"Did you hear that? This is a good student that Teacher Fang found."

The little girl's understanding of Feng Yuanqing came from Fang Lan.

Since it was the student Fang Lan found, the erhu she used was more likely sent by Bai Huisheng.

The problem is about to be solved, but Zhong Ying is even more worried.

"The student Teacher Fang is looking for, how can we get in touch..."

"Just ask Teacher Fang directly?" Li Jinqiu couldn't understand his worry.

He didn't understand what Zhong Ying was worried about, such a small matter that he could get his name and address with just one phone call.

However, Zhong Ying looked at him, full of determination and envy towards him.

"Teacher Fang and Teacher Bai are avoiding mentioning her. I think, if it wasn't for impressing Mr. He, Teacher Fang would not let us know the existence of the little girl. I don't even want to ask her at this time, Teacher Bai. Why did you give the erhu to the little girl?"

Zhong Ying's guess is not groundless.

The famous erhu performer has found the next successor and sent out the erhu with high hopes. No matter what, it is worth a big publicity to tell the world that there are successors.

But Zhong Ying asked about it last year, but Bai Huisheng avoided talking about it.

The video was broadcast, but Fang Lan didn't say a word.

That erhu just disappeared in Qingling Lake College and beside Bai Huisheng.

Zhong Ying wants to find this little girl.

But he didn't want Fang Lan to be more sad.

Because his mistress was getting thinner and thinner day by day, and she only had some energy to watch Qingling Lake with Mr. He.

I am afraid that the little girl will not come to the memorial concert, which is also in her expectation.

Li Jinqiu realized more and more that Zhong Ying was considerate and gentle in every way.

He was used to being straightforward. If it were him, no matter how sad Fang Lan was, he would just discuss the matter and ask for the little girl's information straightforwardly, without caring about the widow's mood.

He frowned, and quickly went through the list of erhu grading examiners he knew in his mind.

Determined to quietly solve Zhong Ying's troubles.

But he still comforted him: "Since she's not here anymore, what's the use of finding her?"

Zhong Ying smiled, "Of course we invite her to join our "Millennium Yuefu" ensemble."

It was the second time Li Jinqiu came to the majestic piano hall in Fanlin's courtyard, and he could still feel the calm atmosphere inside.

Zhong Ying opened the door of the piano hall, and the portrait of Lin Wanggui stared at the young man with gentle eyes.

"We searched for those musical instruments in order to replay the "Millennium Yuefu" by Yiyin Yashe."

"War City South" by Shixian Yayun, "Mulan Song" by Mulan Pipa, "Walking Tiger" by Xisheng Chime Bells, "Long Song Xing" by Xiqin and Huxian, and "Jingxing" whose score has not yet been corrected.

The five musical scores entrust the expectations of the deceased.

Zhong should grow up with these expectations and naturally think more about it.

He lit a stick of incense for his grandfather, and said: "I have acquired all the musical instruments of Yiyin Yashe since I was a child, so that I can follow Master and go to those collectors or auction houses to identify whether the musical instruments are genuine."

The musical instruments of Yiyin Yashe were made in the Tang Dynasty, and there are many written research materials left behind.

However, in the end, it is up to the performer to personally brush the strings, knock out the sound, and carefully compare it with the recorded ancient sounds to determine the authenticity.

"However, how can I do it all by myself?"

The huge black-and-white photo of the piano hall has become the best reference for the ensemble "Millennium Yuefu".

Zhong Ying said: "Master is good at the seven strings, and I can only play the ten strings. Even if I can ring the chimes at the same time like Mr. Feng, two pipa players are needed to play the song of "Mulan Ci". The voice of male and female."

"There's Erhu, and Zhuqin."

What he saw in his eyes was not only a period of deeply buried history, but also the hopes that gentlemen placed on musical instruments.

"It would be great if we could find this little girl."

Zhong Ying's eyes lit up, as if he saw an excellent companion, "She must be the best erhu player to replace Mr. Feng."

Li Jinqiu stared at the black-and-white photos, looked at the smiling musicians, and listened to Zhong Ying's narration, with infinite expectations rising in his heart.

He seemed to be able to see a "Millennium Yuefu" soon, recreating the grand scene of Yiyin Yashe back then.

After all, Xisheng is back, and there is a piece of Zhuqin missing, so it seems that there is no such urgency.

"Now that Xisheng is undergoing renovations in the museum, will you be able to organize a premiere of "Millennium Yuefu" when it returns to Qingling Lake College?"

Li Jinqiu said that the premiere is a performance without Thirteen Strings.

"It does."

Zhong Ying nodded, with a hint of worry in his eyes, "But what Master means is, wait for another two or three years."

Li Jinqiu looked at him in confusion, "Two or three years? Do you know where it is?"

"of course I know."

Zhong Ying's voice is firm.

Even if there is no word about Ning Mingzhi in this piano hall, the existence of that person is like an iron thorn, piercing into the peaceful and beautiful past of Yiyin Yashe.

"Wait another two or three years, and Thirteen Xianzhu will come back by himself."

Zhong Ying seems to be able to see the lost Zhuqin through the photos.

I know what will happen in two or three years.

Li Jinqiu's curiosity reached its peak.

The musical instrument that has been lost for thousands of years and was once struck and sung by Gao Jianli and Liu Bang, he wished he knew who had it in his hands immediately, and acted immediately to help Zhong Ying get it back.

However, no matter how Li Jinqiu asked, he just smiled lightly and said, "I won't tell you."

Li Jinqiu hates the Riddler so much!

He was already interested in the legendary Zhuqin, but seeing Zhong Ying playing tricks and mastering the mysteries of the world, he wanted to know everything about Zhuqin.

But Zhong Ying didn't say anything.

Fortunately, he is a well-known composer, and he has many acquaintances at home and abroad.

Leaving Fanlin, immediately send a group message, asking members of music associations in major cities within a hundred miles——

Have you ever seen a little girl with excellent erhu talent?

Attached is a cute screenshot.

With a clear goal, Li Jinqiu waited for his good friend to send back good news, so he took credit for it and set out a little secret that Zhong Ying would never tell.

He drove home in a happy mood, and saw the bright lights in the living room from a distance, like a pilot lighthouse in the night.

Zhou Juntong doesn't work overtime today?

Li Jinqiu had a flash of thought, stopped the car and went home.

As soon as he opened the door, he heard aggressive footsteps, and a bear hug rushed towards him.

"Uncle!"

Li Jinqiu quickly reached out to prevent his elder nephew from approaching.

"It's a holiday again?" His tone was full of disgust.

But his silly nephew, who didn't know how to read words and expressions, took advantage of the situation and hugged his arm with joy in his voice.

"Are you happy? Are you happy? I can follow you all over the world again, my uncle!"

This kid studied hard for half a year and hadn't seen him for half a year. He seemed to have grown a lot stronger, and Li Jinqiu couldn't even push him anymore.

He was not happy at all, with a sullen face, and walked into the living room with a mop bottle.

Sure enough, Comrade Zhou Xiongmin was sitting on the sofa, watching TV in silence.

"dad."

Li Jinqiu greeted him indifferently.

Without turning his eyes, Zhou Xiongmin opened his mouth and commented: "The piece you made recently has too much emotion and poor orchestration."

A professional music critic treats his own son equally harshly.

"People who have heard it all praise Guqin and Pipa to me, which shows that your composition lacks overall coordination and has not achieved the harmony and unity that a concerto should have."

Li Jinqiu didn't say a word, his left ear went in and his right ear went out.

The noisy Zhou Yifei immediately let go and complained to his uncle.

"Uncle, you are too strict. My uncle's composition is so good, my teacher likes it, and asked me to learn more from my uncle!"

"Study?" Zhou Xiongmin snorted softly, "Your mother told me that you don't want to study medicine, but music?"

Zhou Yifei Xiaojipeimi nodded frantically, if his uncle was not as serious as Bao Gong, he would have rushed over to hug his thigh immediately.

"Yes, yes. I don't want you to persuade my mother..."

Before the chatter was finished, my uncle opened his mouth.

"Well, I'll try to persuade her to stop your bad violin lessons."

Zhou Xiongmin spoke bluntly, without the slightest bit of kindness towards juniors, "By the way, I will pick a good medical school for you in advance, and study Chinese medicine and pediatrics, which is easier than surgery and internal medicine."

Li Jinqiu stretched out his hand sympathetically, and touched his poor nephew's fluffy head.

Leader Zhou went home, and sure enough, no one was spared. All of them were hurt by words.

Fortunately, Zhou Yifei is an optimistic and active kid.

He giggled, sat over and squeezed his uncle's shoulders and legs.

"Oh, uncle, don't you just dislike my lack of talent?"

Zhou Yifei flattered the old man with his hand, and said: "The times are different now. Those who are talented perform on stage, while those who are not talented, we play music while doing logistics for you. The division of labor is clear and each performs its own duties. Isn't it good?"

Even if Zhou Xiongmin glanced at him, Zhou Yifei could still say with a smile:

"You don't know that classical music is no longer popular, but reverb and electronic music are popular now! It is to put the sound of violin, cello, and piano into the computer, press a few keys, and output electronic music."

"I'm familiar with this process. Even if I play the violin badly, I can fix the sound, and I can synthesize a few remixes, and I can hold up a music festival!"

Li Jinqiu wanted to applaud Zhou Yifei so much.

This remark, inside and out, is simply provoking traditional classical musicians, and by the way, using Remix, a kind of "non-business" music, to mock Zhou Xiongmin for being behind the times.

Sure enough, Zhou Xiongmin stared at Zhou Yifei with a grinning face with a livid face.

Zhou Yifei still didn't realize it, and said honestly: "Now the electronic music festival held in our city has an audience several times that of a classical concert, hehe!"

He hehe, Zhou Xiongmin's face completely darkened.

"Uncle? Uncle?"

Zhou Yifei beat his leg and ran away, curled up on the sofa, unable to shout at Zhou Xiongmin who left angrily.

The dignified living room finally returned relaxed and happy because Comrade Zhou Xiongmin left out of sight and out of mind.

Li Jinqiu walked over, picked up the remote control, changed the channel, and sat next to the great hero.

The great hero was overjoyed, raised his hand and continued to hammer his leg, "Uncle, let me tell you about my electronic music..."

"Don't talk about it." Li Jinqiu looked at him with a smile, "You can do it if you like it, the music room is open for you to use as you please, I won't bother you."

By the way, he emphasized: "Don't bother me either."

"Eh!"

The little nephew who got permission ran faster than a rabbit, and went straight to the music room without looking back.

Li Jinqiu smiled silently, turned off the TV, and prepared to go back to his room.

This little nephew has no musical talent at all, but he loves their family's music room, and he always comes here every winter and summer.

The huge room has excellent sound insulation and is fully equipped with violin, cello, piano, radio, stereo, and computer equipment.

Even if he stays up all night squatting in the house playing those hilarious electronic music Douyin, he won't bother the neighbors if he makes a noise all night.

Seeing that his little nephew is indomitable and not afraid of being scolded seriously by his elders, Li Jinqiu likes those noisy electronic sounds that make his soul go out of his body.

In short, music that can make Zhou Xiongmin speechless is good music.

Li Jinqiu closed the door, and took advantage of the opportunity to open the video left during editing.

The little girl looks cute. If she has participated in the erhu grading test, she will definitely impress the examiners.

The erhu described by Zhong Ying is absolutely unique.

Even if the examiner doesn't remember the little girl, he will still remember the erhu.

Li Jinqiu thought for a while, dragged the mouse, and took a new screenshot of the fuzzy sunflower-patterned piano head, and sent it to his friends by the way.

With genius and identity, it is impossible to find a needle in a haystack.

He leaned on the seat leisurely, not yet stretched.

There was a creaking of the door.

"By the way, uncle, I haven't asked you yet, which country have you been flying to recently? I'm ready."

Li Jinqiu narrowed his eyes, and sternly reprimanded: "Will you come in without knocking?"

"Jin has come in, why are you knocking on the door?"

The little boy was not polite at all, he knocked on the door perfunctorily, and continued to ask, "I haven't been to France or Switzerland yet, why don't you arrange it?"

Li Jinqiu just wanted to tell the annoying dog-skin plaster to go away, and every winter and summer vacation, he would pester him and want to go abroad with him.

The composer goes to work, the little bastard just wants to play!

Li Jinqiu has not yet used his mother's theory of studying medicine to persuade Zhou Yifei to give up his thoughts and study hard.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Yifei was not polite at all, he just jumped in.

"What are you looking at--"

Before the question was finished, he called out first.

"This is my home, Yiyi!"

Zhou Yifei was more excited than ever, he beamed and shouted super loudly, "Wow, our Yiyi finally got popular in front of experts!"

The expert was shocked. He took a moment to understand the meaning of this sentence, but found that he did not understand it.

"Your classmate? Your friend? Do you know each other?"

"You don't know him?" Li Jinqiu was brutally asked by Zhou Yifei.

The little nephew was furious on the spot, "A 12-year-old genius girl who is proficient in everything from piano, drum to flute, you've seen her video, why don't you act like you don't understand how powerful she is!"

For such a powerful person, Li Jinqiu only knew Zhong Ying.

He looked his nephew up and down.

The ordinary high school that the little boy reads, fully closed teaching.If a little girl can become his classmate or junior at the age of 12, she can indeed be called a genius.

Be worthy of Zhong Ying's expectations.

In an instant, Li Jinqiu was pleasing to the eye with the dog skin plaster.

As a little uncle, his tone was immediately more kind, he waved and patted the child on the shoulder.

"Invite your classmates to come to your house for dinner and play tomorrow."

Li Jinqiu was extremely confident and felt that he had a lot of face, "Just say that I found her a genius, so I specially invited her."

However, Zhou Yifei's eyes widened and his voice was super loud, "Who said she was my classmate?"

Li Jinqiu frowned, and asked paternally: "Then how did you know each other?"

"She's posting videos online."

Zhou Yifei felt heartbroken when facing an old antique, "I'm her big brother!"