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Li Jinqiu spoke mercilessly, but Zhong Ying was always calm.

He approved of this rule, and looked at Pamela again, not bothering to waste words with Li Jinqiu.

Arrogant, mad composer, unimpressed by any language.

What he has to do is to ensure that he can join "Golden Bell" and meet Bellou.

"Golden Bells" is still a prelude for the violin, which is a chapter for solo instruments, and it is slightly behind.

Li Jinqiu folded his arms, resisted very much, and frowned while listening to the rehearsal.

When the first one sounded, he stared at Zhong Ying, wanting to see how this confident and conceited young man used the guqin and played the wide range of guzheng.

After a short prelude, the Guqin's lingling chords came clearly.

Zhong Ying is sitting on the ground, the strings are as stable as placed on the piano table, he plays the Guzheng solo in "Golden Bells", and it is not exactly the tone of the Guzheng, when the symphony is aggressive and progressive, he even plucks the piano vigorously The strings jumped out of the simple and simple bell-like sound.

Li Jinqiu was stunned.

It wasn't the notes he wrote down, or even the sound of the guqin in his memory.

but……

Sounds good?

Every piece played by Zhong Ying made up for the lack of not having a solo instrument before. Li Jinqiu could not say that he was improvising, but every melody he played made him full of desire to explore.

So much so that Li Jinqiu was extremely curious about what kind of tune Zhong Ying would play in the next tone-changing chapter.

"Golden Bell" gradually weakened, and finally only the hook and pinch of the Guqin remained.

Zhong Ying played a piece of guqin melody amidst the quietness and gentleness.

In the deep silence, he raised a long tone, brought bright and brilliant echoes, rippling free and easy sound waves, and played the most important musical idea of ​​this piece.

That was the sound of a bell, and it was a bell inlaid with golden roses. It was struck solemnly by the thousand-year-old paulownia wood, blooming the vitality of the dead wood in spring.

The cadenzas, which were all assigned to solo instruments, attracted everyone's surprised and shocked eyes.

Li Jinqiu hates the free play of musicians the most, showing their individuality in a uniform symphony.

But the sound of the guqin played by Zhong Ying, always transcends the score, and blends perfectly with them, without the jerkyness of the first ensemble, as if it has been rehearsed for a long time, and it is a familiar part of their orchestra.

It was a Guqin, not exactly the Guqin they knew.

Many musicians who are familiar with the score are screaming at every moment: it's over, this person is going to be kicked out.

Only the composer, who had the right to drive people away, stared at Zhong Ying closely without any objection.

The long golden bells replaced Li Jinqiu's harsh string sliding and cotton-playing prejudice in Li Jinqiu's memory, and restored the original elegant impression of Guqin.

Li Jinqiu heard the music deep in his soul.

At that moment, the familiar and unfamiliar music, accompanied by the rhythm of bells and strings, jointly composed a very attractive romantic movement.

He thought about it.

Thinking of the paragraphs that he could not correct after thinking hard, he chose to cover up the flaws with a rapidly rising rhythm, but at this time a new inspiration burst out——

Use flowing lyrical interludes to strengthen the gentle and slow movement in B-flat major!

The concerto ended with a soul-stirring cadenza, and Pamela couldn't wait to applaud.

She asked loudly: "Mr. Zhong, your guqin is incredible. Did you write that passage in advance, or did you improvise?"

Before Zhong Ying could answer, he saw Li Jinqiu under the stage, turned around and left abruptly.

He didn't speak, let alone glance at the bell, and walked straight to the gate of the concert hall.

"Autumn?"

The composer didn't seem to hear Pamela's cry at all.

Even the more he shouted, the faster he ran, as if Pamela's high-pitched voice, a monster hunting him, would tear apart the thoughts in his head.

Li Jinqiu disappeared in the third rose hall.

Zhong Ying watched him leave before slowly asking: "Is Mr. Li angry?"

"How could he be angry? You win, you stay; he loses, he goes! It makes sense!"

Pamela is very familiar with Li Jinqiu, she looks very happy.

"Don't worry about him, he must be fascinated by you and hide to write a new song!"

Composers have their quirks.

Li Jinqiu swears that he is not a quirk, but a defect.

He thinks he is not a genius, and his memory is extremely poor.

If he didn't try to catch inspirations when they were fleeting, he would lose them forever.

In the workshop next to the Third Rose Hall, Li Jinqiu can immediately take out brand new music paper and pens.

The rustling sound of friction under the pen became the whole sound.

The melodies that echoed in Li Jinqiu's mind became scrawled notes one by one, appearing on the paper staff.

Notes, melodies, and rests, Li Jinqiu wrote down the scale tirelessly, and remodeled a bright concerto in B-flat major, forgetting the time until the night fell.

I don't know how long it took, but the modification with a huge amount of work was finally over.

He looked at the "Golden Bell" re-written in front of him, and his head was dizzy with excitement.

The five senses, which were intensively focused on hearing, gradually returned to their positions.

Li Jinqiu felt the protest from his stomach, and his limbs were stiff.

But it doesn't matter, the scribbled notes fell on the score paper, perfectly engraving the aftertaste that rose from the depths of his soul, and that was all he got in return.

He sat down slowly, took out his cell phone and dialed a call.

"Domenique, I rewrote 'The Golden Bells', and you should play it right now, and listen to this new music!"

The voice over there was weary and painful.

"God...do you know what time it is?"

Li Jinqiu looked around, it was dark and silent outside the window, and the dim yellow warm lamp was on, "Probably at night."

"It's three o'clock in the morning, composer!"

The furious Domenic was awakened by Li Jinqiu from the sound of the phone.

He hung up the phone, just wanting to go back to sleep, but he still couldn't stop the "new music" and "new music" constantly circling in his mind, driving away his little drowsiness.

So, Domenic tossed and turned and still couldn't sleep, got up resignedly, and called back.

"Come here with your music!"

The voice over there was not surprising, "Well, I'm already on my way. Also, I'm hungry friend. Remember to ask the kitchen to prepare cabbage meatloaf, seafood pasta, and more tomatoes."

Domenic: ?

He also orders!

The kitchen slowly prepared a late dinner for Li Jinqiu. Domenic squinted his eyes slightly, carefully identifying the devil-like handwriting on the music paper.

"I heard from Pamela that you left the concert hall in the afternoon. You went to write it?"

"of course."

Li Jinqiu is undoubtedly a genius, "Play it, Domenic. I want to listen to it now."

"Qiu, you are the most willful child I have ever seen."

The great pianist Domenique, in pajamas, slowly puts the scribbled score on the piano music stand in the living room.He not only has to be in charge of Li Jinqiu's dinner, but also plays the music himself, trying out the devilish chaotic notes.

Fortunately, Domenique was familiar with Li Jinqiu's handwriting.

He pressed his fingers on the keys, and his beautiful and smooth voice became the accompaniment of Li Jinqiu's early dinner.

"It's so beautiful." Domenic was intoxicated by the genius' new music idea while playing.

"I swear if your handwriting is neater, more people will be willing to play it."

"That's not important, as long as you can see clearly."

Li Jinqiu remained stubborn.

Domenic quickly passed the keys, trembling with excitement from the sudden music, "What is this? Is it your new idea?"

"As I said, it's the brand new Golden Bell."

Li Jinqiu focused on eating, "I changed Zhong Ying's guqin part to be softer and clearer, and the other orchestral parts must also be adjusted accordingly."

"What? It's been a day of rehearsal today, and you changed it?"

Domenique was shocked and surprised, "Qiu, what's wrong with you."

"There's nothing wrong, I just hear a rhythm I've never heard before, and feel my soul calling me: I must completely forget about the previous garbage and write this movement for the choir of heaven."

If it wasn't for Domenic's lack of understanding of Chinese, he would have a more suitable sentence to describe Zhong Ying's gorgeous sentence——

This song should only be found in the sky, and can be heard several times in the world.

"Unprecedented rhythm..."

Domenic muttered and stopped playing, "Son, do you want to tell me that you are completely fascinated by Zhong Ying?"

Li Jinqiu frowned and said, "Not completely, but only a little bit."

A little bit?

Domenic laughed and played the genius' new song on the piano casually.

"Golden Bell" almost completely overthrew the re-score. If this is only a little bit, then he is even more curious about how crazy Li Jinqiu's "completeness" is.

"Qiu, don't feel embarrassed."

Domenic teased him jokingly, "Zhong Ying is Fan Chengyun's only apprentice, and he can impress an old stubborn like you. The future is boundless. Maybe you will ask him to play your music in the future."

"Master Fan's apprentice?" Li Jinqiu respected the master, "What is he doing in Italy alone?"

Domenic pinched out the cause and effect, and said vaguely: "He hopes to gain the appreciation of Mr. Bellou. You know, musicians who want to achieve success in Italy have this purpose."

"Oh." Li Jinqiu felt a little regretful, and felt that Zhong Ying was vulgar and took it for granted.

He always felt as if he had heard of Zhong Ying's name or things somewhere, but he still couldn't remember it.

However, that doesn't matter.

In the morning, the orchestra at the Third Rose Hall arrived on time and received a brand new score.

Each melody is very similar to the score they are familiar with, but completely different.

Zhong Ying also got a copy.

The well-printed "Golden Bell" gave him the noble treatment he deserved for a solo instrument, and many of the melodies conformed to the characteristics of the Guqin, and were no longer the melodies of the Guzheng.

He flipped through these movements curiously, and asked, "Mr. Li, so I am qualified to join "Golden Bells"?"

"Join? You are the core of the new song, no one can replace you."

Li Jinqiu completely forgot yesterday's tit-for-tat confrontation, and vowed, "If Domenic hadn't stopped me, I would even change to guqin solo, so that other orchestral sounds will not disturb your performance."

The other orchestral voices stood on the stage, dumbfounded.

After just one night they were suddenly abandoned by the composer? !

"Ahem. 'Golden Bells' is a brilliantly romantic concerto, and everyone matters. But, the children—"

Domenique was tired, but he said energetically: "Thank you for practicing hard yesterday, today we have to practice new ones."

Zhong Ying undoubtedly has his seat.

The piano table where the guzheng should have been placed has been changed to a dark and simple lyre, which has another oriental style.

The sound of Zhong Ying's piano is more perfect in the new concerto movement.

The thick and introverted sound of the guqin was not overwhelmed by the orchestra at all, but integrated into one harmonious chapter.

Domenique is conquered by the brand new "Golden Bell".

The gentle and bright charm is manifested in every syllable of it, especially when the bell is plucking the strings, like the sound of a bell, it strikes the sound of the century for the audience.

No matter how many times he listened to the rehearsal, he felt that it was indeed a sound of nature that could stimulate Li Jinqiu.

At the end of the show, Domenic raised his hand and patted Zhong Ying on the shoulder, and praised: "If Bellou has heard this "Golden Bell", he will definitely be impressed with you, and he will meet any of your requirements."

Facing such a compliment, Zhong Ying was calm and restrained.

He said: "Sir, if this is a ten-stringed harp, "The Golden Bell" will be more beautiful, and Mr. Bellou will definitely praise your intentions."

Li Jinqiu looked over curiously, "Really? What kind of piano is that?"

Domenic was terrified, fearing that Zhong Ying would tell about the ten-stringed qin, Li Jinqiu would tell him to cheat, steal, and rob to satisfy the crazy composer's perfect eccentricity.

"Haha, child, let's talk alone, talk alone."

Domenic knows everything.

He hurriedly brought Zhong Ying into the next workshop, and closed the door in front of Li Jinqiu.

It is true that he appreciates Zhong Ying's ability, but he will never violate his principles.

Domenic said in a low voice, "I see what you mean. But don't do this to me, boy."

"You and your master hope to use me to persuade poor old Belu to take out a guqin that was returned to you a long time ago, but he is already 96 years old and sits in a wheelchair all day. The last hobby in his life is Bask in the sun in the yard, or listen to a performance at the musical theater."

"What is he doing with that piano?"

Zhong Ying's attitude is very firm.

"I don't know why he hid that guqin, but he did. Sir, master and I didn't lie to you. The guqin he gave us back was fake. The real one is still in his hands."

"Since this piano is so important, why didn't your master come here! If he asks Beilu for the piano, I guarantee that even if it is the world's first piano, Beilu would be willing to find it and give it to him!"

Domenic was a little angry, "You are making things difficult for me!"

Zhong should understand his anger. As a pianist, Domenic is completely dependent on the support of the Belo family, and it is impossible to do anything against Belo.

Unfortunately, Master can no longer come to Italy.

He explained in a frustrated voice: "Because Belu has been paying attention to Master's movements, if he returns to Italy, it must mean that the fake violin has been exposed, and Belu will definitely move that violin to make it harder for us to find it .”

Domenic felt that he was listening to the Arabian Nights, isn't it just a piano?

"Don't think so badly of old Bellew, he's just a poor old man."

After finishing speaking, he felt that it was a pity that Zhong Ying's talent was obsessed with a piano, so he tried his best to persuade him:

"Children, pianos are all the same. You have to learn to let go of these extraneous things and understand the true meaning of music. This is an eternal art, and art is not limited by form."

"No matter how precious the piano is, it is only a tool for us musicians."

The room was quiet and silent.

Zhong Ying looked at Domenic with bright eyes.

This is an Italian who is proficient in playing the piano, understands Western symphony, and appreciates Chinese folk music. Unfortunately, he will never be able to understand the significance of the ten-stringed qin, and will always follow their inherent Western thinking to speculate on the distant Eastern land.

Zhong Ying said solemnly: "Mr. Domenico, the world's first piano was born in Florence under our feet in 1709. But in 1709, the Guqin made in the Tang Dynasty has been read for more than 1000 years. The rise and fall of history, the change of dynasties, has its own soul."

"Music, as you say, is an eternal art."

He fully agrees with Domenick's point of view, but he still wants to clarify the facts.

"However, a piano has gone through thousands of years and condensed the hope of countless people who refused to give up until death. It is no longer just a tool—"

"It's art itself."