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The music room echoes quietly with the lingering strings of Guqin.

The types of musical instruments that Lian Shengyi owns far exceed the types she is good at. In the small musical instrument room next to the music room, there are still guqins, basses, and guitars left unused.

Almost all stringed instruments are included, entrusting a mother who has never met, doting on her child.

Because Yiyi said that these are gifts from her mother when she came home from work.

And hope, Lian Shengyi can learn them.

"But I can't learn guqin well."

Lian Shengyi watched the clock and tuned it intently, "I think it's too difficult."

Zhong Ying adjusted this paulownia piano that had not been used for a long time, and asked with a smile: "You are a little genius, why do you find it difficult?"

"Because it's completely different from other stringed instruments."

The little girl's eyes were full of confusion, and she couldn't express her feelings perfectly. "When I play it, I feel very sad and painful. When I touch the strings with my fingers, I can't help but think about sad things. But..."

Lian Shengyi's voice suddenly rose, "I'm not sad. But when I play it, I want to cry."

Zhong Ying listened to her frankly talking about the pain caused by the guqin, but silently ticked off the strings.

Clank the strings, neat and sonorous.

Throughout the ages, the qin expresses its aspirations and plays its heart. Whatever state the player is in, the strings at the fingertips will make what kind of sound.

What is sad is not Lian Shengyi who plays the guqin, but her depressed soul, sobbing softly through the strings.

However, Zhong Ying smiled lightly and found the best excuse for Lian Shengyi.

"Maybe the strings of this piano are too deep."

He rubbed and picked it with his long and slender fingers, and played a dignified and mournful melody by pressing the strings, "So, it is suitable for Du Fu's poems in his later years."

During the speech, the smooth and low strings echoed in the soundproof music room.

Lian Shengyi's trace of confusion, with the sound of Zhong Ying's piano, turned into lines of poetry.

The country is broken and the mountains and rivers exist, and things are people and things are not.

The "Spring Hope" she was looking forward to should be the deep and sad tone of the guqin, and it should also be the posture of Zhong Ying picking up the strings slowly and hooking the middle finger eagerly.

Lian Shengyi looked surprised, and reached out to pick up Chaolu.

There is no need for Zhong Ying to stop and wait, let alone call out the rhythm of "1, 2, 3", she can immediately pick up the melody and send the accompaniment of the song "Spring Hope".

Zhong Ying played "Spring Hope", and he could still clearly hear the chords of Lian Shengyi.

Far more pure and decisive than the video over the Internet, with a trembling voice, like an old man who has gone through hardships, touching the ruined wall with his hands, and weeping.

This is a mournful melody. The collision of Guqin and Erhu, two instruments that can make sad sounds, is an irresistible storm.

The spring rain is like silk, but it drenches the hearts of old people.

Although "Spring Hope" is short, it is full of bitterness.

Zhong Ying could hear the erhu's strings getting weaker and weaker, just like Du Fu said that he was trembling with white hair, and couldn't stand upright.

He sighed in his heart for Lian Shengyi's control over his emotions, but he heard the bow hair scraping the silver strings as if restraining pain, which far exceeded the bleakness of a piece of music.

Zhong Ying stopped suddenly, looked up to see Lian Shengyi frowning, and ended the last sentence.

Her face was pale, as if she had been crying bitterly, and she gasped weakly and eagerly.

"Yiyi, what's wrong with you?" Zhong Ying walked over anxiously, fearing that she would fall down.

Holding the bowstring, Lian Shengyi raised his head in astonishment, his vision towards Zhong Ying was blurred for a moment.

"Maybe, maybe the music room is too stuffy."

Her smile was pale, and her voice was as soft as talking to herself.

Lian Shengyi took a slow and deep breath for a while, hugged Zhao Lu, and explained in a disguised way: "I just thought of the scene of this poem, and suddenly felt sad."

She said "sad", and pulled out a reluctant smile, "Guqin is indeed more suitable for it than an orchestra, but it's no wonder that people seldom play erhu and guqin together."

Chung Ying knew exactly what she meant.

Because the "Spring Hope" played by the guqin is too miserable, the erhu's low and deep resentment is multiplied several times.

The pain of parting from old age, the destruction of the country and the death of the family, accompanied by the natural resonance of the two musical instruments, will only make people more sad.

He has been sensitive to emotions since he was a child, so he naturally understands Yiyi's depression at this time.

"Shall we take a break?"

Seeing that her face was still pale, Zhong Ying said, "It's really too stuffy here, I'll open the door."

The music room is a completely soundproof enclosed space.

No matter how good the ventilation system is, it cannot simulate real natural ventilation, and it will indeed be stuffy.

However, as soon as Zhong Ying opened the door, he saw a young lady.

She was wearing a unilateral bluetooth headset, and met Zhong Ying's eyes, but she had no intention of introducing herself or questioning Zhong Ying.

"Yiyi, it's time to take medicine."

She didn't seem to be suggesting, but more like telling Lian Shengyi to leave school.

With a low voice, Lian Shengyi replied reluctantly, "Okay."

Zhong Ying saw the little girl stand up silently and put the erhu back to its original position.

Her complexion is still not very good, but her spirit has lifted a lot.

"Mr. Zhong, "Spring Hope" is really too difficult."

Lian Shengyi's complaint was like a child who wanted to be lazy, "When I finish taking the medicine, let's learn some simple things, shall we?"

In the bright and spacious hall, Zhong Ying drank tea quietly, and found that Lian Shengyi's taking medicine was not as simple as just taking some medicine.

A heart rate patch was attached to her body, and that sister Dong hung up a stethoscope and asked patiently:

"Yiyi, does your heart hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

"Take a deep breath and exhale slowly."

Lian Shengyi obediently followed her instructions, and said with aggrieved eyes:

"Sister Dong, I really don't feel any pain. It's just that the piece I played just now was too difficult. I'm a little anxious."

"Yiyi can't be in a hurry."

The professional sister took off her stethoscope, smiled and told her, "I'll ask Mr. Zhong to teach some simple tunes later, otherwise I won't be able to continue the class."

Lian Shengyi nodded, waiting for the patch to be removed, she regained her happiness.

"Mr. Zhong, let's go back to the music room."

The music room played again, with soft and bright melody, playing Haydn's famous piece that Li Jinqiu likes.

The joyful D major, switched to Guqin and Erhu strings, still maintains the musical ideas of great musicians, full of unprecedented joy.

Zhong Ying hid all the doubts and confusion in his heart.

Even with Shengyi's eyes dodging to look at him, Zhong Ying could still keep calm, as if nothing happened, and asked with a smile: "Does Yiyi like it?"

"like!"

She returned to her usual carefree attitude.

Zhong Ying's first teaching did not last long.

"Piano Sonata in D Major" was played completely on the guqin and erhu strings, and got sparkling and cheerful laughter, and it was almost time for him to leave.

Lian Shengyi's reluctance to part is obviously much more real than sending his own brother away.

"When will Teacher Zhong come next time?"

She was full of anticipation, "Come tomorrow too, okay?"

"Okay." Zhong Ying agreed to her, only to see the little girl's face glow.

She wanted to send Zhong Ying further, but was stopped by sister Dong.

"Yiyi, go back and rest."

Sister Dong's voice was gentle, and her movements were too strong to be refuted. She directly grabbed the doorknob and did not allow her to go out.

"I'll take Teacher Zhong out."

The door sounded softly, isolating the warm and gorgeous villa, as well as the quiet and quiet community.

Zhong Ying was fine and didn't say anything, but it was clear.

Yiyi was weak and suffering from a serious illness.

It was so serious that in the huge villa, Lian Junan, the nanny, and the elusive sister Dong were all on guard against strangers hurting her.

They walked silently all the way to the door far away from the villa, and the other party introduced themselves.

"Mr. Zhong, hello, my name is Dong Si, and I am Lian Shengyi's family doctor."

Even when she introduced herself, she was still rigid and serious, and she didn't look friendly at all.

"Yiyi is not in good health. If you find that she is not breathing well, her head is sweating, or her lips are turning white, please let me know immediately."

Zhong Ying didn't understand, so, "How do I tell you?"

Dong Si was full of professionalism, "Just ask her if she is not feeling well, and I will know."

She didn't need to talk about monitoring, let alone explain in detail how professional she was.

Zhong Ying understood immediately.

The routine test of "taking medicine" was more like a process for him to see.

As a result, Yiyi became embarrassed and her eyes flickered, lest Zhong Ying would ask about her condition, but she was also relieved that Zhong Ying didn't ask anything.

Zhong Ying said goodbye to Dong Si and boarded the return vehicle.

That warm and luxurious villa seemed to be a comfortable cage for Lian Shengyi, surrounded by many small red dots lit up by the monitoring system, always paying attention to Yiyi's words and deeds.

Lian Shengyi was too lonely.

That kind of loneliness, reflected in "Spring Hope", has become a deep gloomy pain, and with the mournful and low-pitched strings of the Guqin, it has become a kind of heart-wrenching confession.

Some questions were answered without asking Zhong Ying.

Zhong Ying did meet the creator of the impromptu——

She is still a child, but she has lost the indulgence and freedom of a child.

Thinking of such cruel facts, Zhong Ying deeply felt Fang Lan's tears.

His Teacher Fang was saddened by Bai Huisheng's early death, and even more saddened by the fact that Bai Huisheng's successor was suffering from illnesses and may not have much time left.

Yiyi is so cute, with an unparalleled talent in the world, a love engraved in her soul, and her parents and elder brothers who fully support her in enjoying music...

But she is not as happy as Zhou Yifei.

Zhong Ying suddenly thought of that chattering and noisy kid.

The big brother should be happy to bring happiness to Yiyi.

With a flash of inspiration in his heart, Zhong Ying took out his mobile phone and sent a message.

"Xiaofei, do you want to play with Yiyi?"

He waited for a while, but the message didn't come back in seconds. It seemed that the kid wasn't obsessed with the phone all the time, and had a healthy ability to control it.

Zhong Ying put down his phone, sat down in front of the computer, and opened Yiyi's video homepage.

He unexpectedly discovered that Yiyi's video was updated 5 minutes ago, and the cover was finally the sunflower pattern morning dew, and the name of the song was——

"Spring Hope".

Zhong Ying was shocked that "Spring Hope", which made Yiyi sad and painful, would appear on her homepage.

He opened it curiously, and soon heard the deep erhu melody.

Chao Lu, who was taller than Yi Yi, with carved sunflower patterns swayed as she drew the bowstring.

The tone is sad and desolate, and it doesn't seem like a sad and fragile piece of music.

It's beautiful, but it's not like Du Fu's "Spring Hope", which is frightening.

Zhong Ying listened and felt something was wrong.

A few hours ago, he had just played "Spring Hope" with Yiyi. The silver strings played by Yiyi were deeper and sharper than in the video, and every turn was trembling slightly.

Shaking off the sadness of a white-haired old man who was sadly parted, his life was not long.

However, Yi Yi in the video played well but not as well as when playing in an ensemble.

There is no problem with the arc of the bowstring and the posture of the bow trembling, but the emotion of the music is hundreds of times worse.

So much so that Zhong Ying listened to it again in confusion, only to be sure: Yiyi's solo performance was far less emotional than that of the ensemble performance, and the timbre was much worse.

Problems with recording equipment?

After the video is compressed and uploaded, the sound is out of shape?

Zhong Ying didn't know much about video sites, so he guessed these two possibilities.

He hasn't been able to find out if there is "Long Song Xing" in Yiyi's video for comparison.

The frantic vibration of the phone caught his full attention.

Because, the phone vibrated like a call.

Buzz, buzz, buzz.

Zhong Ying picked it up and realized that it wasn't the phone that vibrated, but Zhou Yifei.

"Ah, I'm going, I'm going!"

"Wuwuwu, brother Zhong, you are my big brother. From now on, you will guide me not to go north, and I will not talk about what you say."

"But, but, but!"

"Can you not let my uncle know!"

"He is a big bastard, he will really sue and spread rumors to slander my puppy love!!!"

The exclamation point is like Zhou Yifei's fear, every sentence comes out.

Zhong Ying's melancholy was shattered, and Zhou Yifei's chattering voice could be heard through the phone.

"I'll help you keep it a secret."

He sent a message, and the other side replied decisively in seconds, ecstatic.

A string of thank you, thank you, love you dear brother, go out like a virus.

Zhong Ying laughed silently watching the child go crazy, and then fell into a new distress——

Zhou Yifei lives at Li Jinqiu's house, how can he keep it a secret?

Soon, Li Jinqiu's cell phone rang.

"what?"

Li Jinqiu was very happy to receive Zhong Ying's call, but he was not happy, Zhong Ying was because of that noisy brat.

"I don't agree." The ruthless uncle refused on the spot, "This guy will only cause trouble when he goes to Yiyi's house. I am thankful that he didn't cause trouble. You still want to take him to accompany Yiyi?"

"He can smash other people's houses!"

"Yiyi has no friends."

Zhong Ying got used to Li Jinqiu's words, and tried hard to explain the importance of the top brother, "If she knows that Zhou Yifei has always liked her videos, she will definitely be very happy."

"Happy to happy..."

Li Jinqiu frowned and said, "As far as Zhou Yifei's personality is concerned, he is not suitable to be friends with others, but only suitable to be enemies."

Ke Zhongying is very persistent.

"Kids are noisy, it's fun to be lively."

"It's lifeless, I guess Yiyi is under more pressure."

Li Jinqiu, who has dreamed all his life that Zhou Yifei would be lifeless, and that he would be dumb, really doesn't understand children.

He was about to say that he still has many cute and cute wild nephews and nieces, which he can introduce to Zhong Ying and take them to Yiyi's house.

There came Zhong Yingxin's temptation——

"Brother Qiu, do you still remember Lian Junan?"

"His younger sister, Yiyi, should be the real performer of his impromptu piano piece."

"..."

For a moment, Li Jinqiu didn't remember who Lian Jun'an was.

But when Zhong Ying said impromptu piano music, even the memories of his previous life would be revived.

"Just the living Beethoven who stepped on the switch and went crazy in triads?"

Li Jinqiu's voice became high-pitched, "How could he have such a sister!"

She is so cute, cute and talented, and she chooses Little Xingxing's younger sister to play the piano. Compared with that kind of three-tone virtuoso, she is like a heaven and an earth.

"Okay, very good."

Li Jinqiu immediately agreed to Zhong Ying's request, "I'll send Zhou Yifei over tomorrow, just wait."

He hung up the phone with a strong tone.

It seemed that tomorrow he was going to seek revenge, instead of sending his nephew to the little girl's house to play.

"Zhou Yifei, come here."

Li Jinqiu said hello, and Zhou Yi's steps towards the music room froze in an instant, and he walked over with a look of shock and astonishment.

Xiao Xiao asked in a low voice: "What's the matter, uncle?"

"You want to go to Yiyi's house?"

Li Jinqiu seemed to be interrogating, and Zhou Yifei was so frightened that he stopped and stood at attention.

"You still told Zhong Ying to keep it a secret from me?" Li Jinqiu asked again.

Zhou Yifei frantically shook his head, "I'm not, I'm not, don't listen to Brother Zhong's nonsense."

He was about to cry on the spot, Zhong Ying's sense of secrecy was too bad, did this leak before he set off?

The child was saddened to commemorate his military career ahead of time, but when he heard Li Jinqiu let it go in a thunderous rage.

"Go to Yiyi's house, show me some seriousness."

Zhou Yifei blinked his eyes, looking up at his cousin.

Li Jinqiu's face was as dark as Bao Gong's, and he was upright, "If you let me know that you upset the little girl, or Zhong Ying, you will understand."

"Understand."

Dispossessed into exile, dismembered into thousands of pieces, never to be reincarnated!

Hey!

Li Jinqiu patted his nephew's plush head in satisfaction, and said with a smile: "And you can bring your electronic music remix with you so that Lian Jun'an can listen to it more."

Zhou Yifei slowly raised his confused eyes, never seen Li Jinqiu pay so much attention to his electronic music in his life.

"Uncle, who is that?"

It is not too late for the kind composer Junzi to take revenge for ten years.

"A pianist full of talent and appreciation, who is especially good at triads, will definitely like your Remix."