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Li Jinqiu woke up, walked out of the room to prepare for lunch, and suddenly found that the little boy who was sent to play with him did not go out.

"You were returned?"

Zhou Yifei froze for a moment, then slowly stopped his complacent steps.

"Ah? What returns? I'm thinking about how to make a remix of "Long Song Xing"!"

Li Jinqiu narrowed his eyes, he didn't care about Zhou Yifei's Remix at all, he only cared about why this kid was still hanging around at home.

"Aren't you going to Yiyi's house today?"

He looked at the time and said in a more approachable way, "Didn't you usually leave early?"

"Come on, come on, when I finish the remix, I'll bring it to Yiyi."

Zhou Yifei was still thinking about his great cause of Remix, "Give me a few more hours, and it will be completed by tomorrow morning at the latest!"

Answering irrelevant questions, walking vainly, it is obvious that the child has stayed up all night and lost his mind.

Li Jinqiu watched him rush to the bathroom, and then rattled back to the music room, looking as if he was immersed in his great world of electronic music and could not extricate himself.

difficult to communicate.

"It's fine if you don't go, save Zhong Ying a little worry."

Li Jinqiu thought about the takeaway menu for his uncle and nephew at noon, and felt relieved, "Otherwise I would worry about you getting into trouble all day long and being implicated by you. It is enough for him to teach Yiyi alone."

"...But Brother Zhong is not going either."

The kid stayed where he was, and finally realized what the uncle was asking from the melody in his head.

"He said he was very busy recently and had something to do."

"What's the matter?" Li Jinqiu's sleepy eyes suddenly shone brightly.

Zhong Ying has always been laid back and casual, if he has something to do, there will only be one thing!

After staying up all night, Li Jinqiu suddenly stopped feeling dizzy and hungry. He took out his phone with great energy and dialed Zhong Ying's number.

The reception over there was quick, and Li Jinqiu was extremely confident, "Are you in Europe or North America?"

Zhong Ying was silent for a moment, and with just such a thoughtless question, he actually understood what Li Jinqiu's sudden phone call meant.

"I am in Asia, China, Qingling Lake."

He laughed and said, "I didn't go out to look for musical instruments, I'm at home."

Zhong Ying spent most of his time sitting in Fan Lin's courtyard, playing the piano and studying music scores.

He should be used to such a calm and slow pace of life, but now he feels lost for no reason.

After all, in his teaching diary, today he should invite Yiyi to play "The Song of Mulan" with Guqin and pipa, to see the potential of the little girl.

However, he didn't have to teach Yiyi anymore.

With a lively and sincere child like Zhou Yifei, without him, Yiyi can live happily.

Such thoughts reverberate on the strings of Zhong Ying's fingertips, so that the tune is mournful and urges people to sigh.

Sister Xu didn't like to hear the sad spring and autumn inside, so she drove him to a distant stone pavilion, which was quiet and soundproof, so as to ensure that it would not affect the cleanliness and elegance of the piano shop.

As soon as Li Jinqiu entered the piano store, sister Xu pointed him to go this way.

He followed the long corridor, bypassed the spacious piano hall, and only in a remote corner of Fanlin saw Zhong Ying stroking the strings and playing the piano.

The young man was wearing short cotton sleeves and focused on playing a wide ten strings on the stone table.

But the resentful sound of the piano is not like the sad and decisive music handed down from ancient times, but it also brings the player's constant struggle, entanglement, and hesitation.

"you're not feeling OK?"

Li Jinqiu's inquiry dispelled Yiting's depression and loneliness.

Zhong Ying improvised a piece of music that reverberated in his heart, and then replied helplessly: "Because I seem to understand Teacher Bai and Mr. Feng's mentality of 'can afford it, but can't let it go'."

Those who have been teachers always have students in their hearts.

Even though he had taught Yiyi for a few days, he still had deep regrets, and even the sound of the piano became melancholy.

Even if Yiyi's talent doesn't need Zhong Ying to teach him anything, he still can't let go of this cute and poor little girl.

The light brown ten-string Qiusi, with the touch of Zhong Ying, trembled with a deep and deep sound.

Complicated emotions spread far and wide in the open summer, echoing a thousand times of melancholy.

Li Jinqiu quietly sat down next to him, staring at this rare ten-stringed zither, not looking forward to enjoying the music at all.

He could hear Zhong Ying's annoyance, and he could even hear the depression of the ten strings trembling and clamoring for nowhere to vent.

So, Li Jinqiu asked bluntly: "You and Yu Meiling bumped into each other?"

"Zheng!" Zhong Ying froze his hands in disbelief, looking up at Li Jinqiu.

"Brother Qiu, can you hear this?"

Zhong Ying, whose face was full of admiration and horror, made Li Jinqiu laugh out loud.

He stretched out his hand to open the teacup, picked up the teapot, and said frankly:

"It's not that Zhou Yifei made a small report, saying that you and Yu Meiling had a private talk, and then you didn't go to work. Guess. My ears are not so good."

Li Jinqiu, who can usually feel Zhong Ying's emotions when he listens to music, caught his little nephew in advance and asked about the cause and effect, and came prepared.

He said he had something to do, but Zhong Ying, who was hiding in Fan Lin, was obviously in trouble.

Unexpectedly, the trouble came from the student's mother.

Li Jinqiu has never been a teacher, let alone a student.

A guy like him who has been rebellious and crazy all the way has always stayed away from the teaching profession.

The main reason is that I am afraid that I have angered too many teachers and accumulated public grievances, which will lead to retribution for teaching students.

However, even a well-behaved student like Zhong Ying became a teacher of even more well-behaved children, but he still couldn't escape the strict and demanding parents.

Li Jinqiu sat in the scorching courtyard, drinking light tea, feeling the breeze from the shady woods, and listened to Zhong Ying's brief retelling.

Lian Shengyi's illness, Lian Shengyi's longing, and Yu Meiling's wish that was longed for but finally failed.

They all became a ray of breeze in the scorching summer, blowing away Zhong Ying's regret.

He raised his fingertips and picked Qiu Si's strings to make a ringing sound.

"I understand Yiyi's mother's feelings, but..."

Zhong Ying frowned, "She's too extreme."

Yiyi is not in good health, so Yu Meiling's protection is understandable.

But blindly denying Yiyi's wish and forcing her daughter to be as well-behaved as she imagined really made Zhong Ying angry.

"Yu Meiling's temper is like that. She is notoriously harsh and picky. She treats everyone in the orchestra like a boss. How can being a mother be any better?"

Li Jinqiu was not surprised at all, "Don't take it to heart, don't teach if you don't teach, and your teacher Fang won't blame you."

Zhong Ying has always envied Li Jinqiu's straightforwardness.

He seemed to have a temper that never disturbed others, and he even felt that it would be a good thing not to connect with his family.

It's a pity that what Zhong Ying cares about is not Yu Meiling's attitude, let alone whether Teacher Fang blames her, but Yiyi.

He poured tea for Li Jinqiu, and sincerely invited him to taste it.

"Brother Qiu, are you familiar with Yiyi's mother?"

Li Jinqiu glanced at Zhong Yingxiao's tea, and held it in front of him politely, wanting both cups.

"We haven't spoken much, but I've heard a lot of gossip from her."

Chatting and commenting are inevitable in any industry. In Li Jinqiu's impression, Yu Meiling is worthy of being an excellent pianist and a piano queen.

But the title of queen not only praises her amazing piano, but also accuses her of domineering and arrogance in the open and in the dark.

Over time, they got used to surrendering at her feet, just for the irreplaceable piano she played.

She once asked for a replacement because the style of the grand violin did not match the theme of her performance.

She once asked the organizer to change the lights or change the venue because the lights in the concert hall were not soft enough.

Li Jinqiu has heard countless complaints and condemnations, but when it comes to him, they all become a kind of faint praise.

"I haven't worked with her before, so I admire her a lot," he said.

Li Jinqiu is very relieved that a queen who does not cooperate will not have differences, and is active in the European Orchestra.

He looked at Zhong Ying and said seriously: "If every musician compromises and gets by, how can they produce works that satisfy the audience? Yu Meiling's request to the orchestra can get rid of those guys' lazy habits , I feel pretty good."

Zhong Ying understood.

A stubborn and persistent composer, for a strict and critical musician, the hero cherishes the hero.

To some extent, they are like a type of people who refuse to give in easily for the principles and beliefs in their hearts.

"So, where's Yiyi's father?"

Zhong Ying asked curiously.

Brother Qiu, who knew everything in front of him, raised his eyebrows and smiled meaningfully.

"Yu Meiling's husband?" When Li Jinqiu thought of this name, he couldn't help feeling that everything in the world was wonderful.

He praised gently: "I must say that Lian Kai is a mediocre violinist, but he is a successful conductor."

Compared with Yu Meiling, Li Jinqiu seems more willing to talk about her husband Lian Kai.

How a violinist, who can't be on stage in the orchestra all day long, is so embarrassed that he has no chance, how to successfully transform into an excellent conductor, people who know enough and don't know how to talk about it.

But Li Jinqiu is not talking about this.

He said: "Every time I hear about Lian Kai, I always wonder why there is such a good-tempered guy in this world."

"I've always been curious about what kind of mood he had when he married Yu Meiling."

"Because every time I heard his name, it was because Yu Meiling scolded him hysterically, but he remained unmoved, always insisted on his own ideas, and helped the orchestra persuade Yu Meiling."

Zhong Ying didn't know yet, but when Li Jinqiu chatted about this kind of inside story, he was full of interest in exploring.

Lian Kai in his description seemed to be a good-tempered conductor who could always face anger calmly, and then calmly told the orchestra: It's okay, she's just in a bad mood, that's not what she meant.

She didn't seem to change her mind after being scolded by Yu Meiling at all, but insisted on what she thought was right, no matter how bossy Her Majesty the Queen was.

Therefore, conductors who can withstand pressure, be scolded and insist on their ideas have become the targets of invitations by major orchestras.

After all, he didn't just get scolded, but perfectly dealt with Mei Ling's tricky and mean, and after being scolded successfully, he allowed the orchestra and the pianist to find a unique balance and achieve a perfect unity.

Just through Li Jinqiu's few words, Zhong Ying can feel Lian Kai's gentleness, understanding, flexibility and firmness.

Zhong Ying had never met him before, but felt that he was familiar with such a character.

Suddenly, surprise flashed in his eyes, "It turns out that Yiyi looks like Dad."

"Really?" Li Jinqiu picked up the teacup, raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Then she is indeed a cute little girl. No wonder Yu Meiling is so strict with her..."

Li Jinqiu laughed and said: "After all, she is like her father, and her mother directly disciplines and scolds her father and daughter together."

Zhong Ying suddenly couldn't laugh or cry out of pity for Yiyi's sad mood.

Li Jinqiu chatted lightly and cheerfully about what should be a heavy matter, which made him wonder for a while whether to sympathize with Yiyi or Lian Kai.

Such an arrogant lady who is so stubborn and doesn't listen to suggestions reminds Zhong Ying of another person.

He was silent for a moment, then said: "Actually, Yiyi's mother's personality is very similar to that of Mr. Yu."

"Which Mr. Yu?"

Li Jinqiu thought for a while, "Yu Jingye, the drummer who helped ring the chimes?"

"Yeah." Zhong Ying nodded, "Mr. Yu, as Mr. Fang described, is a good friend with Mr. Feng, and has a good relationship with Yiyin Yashe. Unfortunately, the Yu Jingye I met is not as good as what Mr. Fang described. .”

Zhong Ying rarely commented on the faults, pros and cons of outsiders.

To him, Yu Jingye is an outsider outside Yiyin Yashe.

However, the diary left by Shen Ling recorded in detail the amount of donations raised for each charity performance, as well as his thoughts.Yu Jingye mentioned in it had to give him some personal insights.

"Mr. Shen said that the drummer Yu is very talented. If he plays the chime bell seriously, he will definitely gain some accomplishments in vocal music. But he always used the troupe's habit of beating the drum to change the music score they set for the chime bell, and even made a fuss about the legacy. The other musical instruments of the Yinya Society are dictating."

Zhong Ying's pointing fingers was not his biased judgment.

Yu Jingye has been in the troupe all year round, so he naturally understands the rhythm of "popular" and "popular" repertoires.

The chapters performed by Yiyin Yashe are full of re-scores of Han Yuefu thousands of years ago, with simple tones and long melodies. Compared with popular music at that time, it is indeed much more remote.

However, Yu Jingye is not a researcher of musical instruments, let alone a formal member of Yiyin Yashe. Every time he is in charge of ringing the bell, he will put forward countless suggestions.

——The rhythm of the chime bells is difficult to control, but when the drummer beats it, it seems to be clichéd.

——Today's ensemble, the sound of chime bells is very ear-piercing, but the drummer didn't notice it.

——The drum master has a stubborn temper and has been drumming for many years. He is really not suitable for chime bells. It would be great if he can find like-minded people in the future.

There wasn't much ink in the words, but Zhong Ying felt agitated when he saw it, and he still didn't have a good impression of the business.

He said: "Stubborn, arbitrary, do not listen to others' advice, insist on going their own way... In terms of temperament, they are really alike."

Li Jinqiu was still a musician before, chatting about the conflict between Yu Meiling and the orchestra.

After Zhong Ying's backtracking, he suddenly thought seriously, disobedient to the overall arrangement of the orchestra, and doing his own way, which is really annoying.

The only difference between Yu Meiling and Yu Jingye is probably that one is really talented in the piano, and the other has no achievements in chime bells, just for his own convenience.

Li Jinqiu slightly substituted Yu Jingye's behavior into his partner, and suddenly felt angry that the music score was played randomly.

"That's why I said that my appreciation for Mei Ling must be non-cooperative. Otherwise, with her as an opinion leader in the orchestra, I guess I would have quarreled with her eight hundred times."

He frowned and looked at Zhong Ying, and said, "Why didn't Mr. Shen change people at the beginning? Isn't the legacy of Yin Yashe famous after the premiere? It must be better than Yu Jingye to invite some like-minded musicians?"

"During the war, Mr. Shen didn't know how long the charity performance would last, and, after all, it was a high-risk business. No matter how much he complained about the business, he thanked him for his willingness to help."

As he said that, Zhong Ying sighed even more, "It's just that Mr. Shen's thanks are paid for."

The performances of the Yiyin Yashe are all charity performances, no matter how much the final income is, all of them will be donated.

Shen Ling's family was well-off, Yu Jingye said that he was struggling to make ends meet, so he always paid the troupe's drummer's salary, only a little more, and paid it to the fall of Qingling Lake.

Li Jinqiu was astonished.

He thought that Yu Jingye would have a bad temper if he acted out of righteousness, as Fang Lan said, but at least he was a nice person.

As a result, Shen Ling paid quite a lot of money, and this matter suddenly changed -

"He came to the Yiyin Yasha, don't it be because of the business of the theater troupe, he was taken away by the Yiyin Yasha?"

Zhong Ying glanced at him, and said helplessly: "Maybe. After all, every performance happens to coincide with Yu Jingye's free time, which means that the troupe has no performances to sing, and all the customers have come to Yiyin Yashe to support them."

Li Jinqiu laughed out loud, "It's a good thing you told me this now, otherwise I would definitely stop you from teaching Yiyi because of Yu Jingye and Yu Meiling."

He said it very seriously, "I still think that Yiyi is not a good girl, she must be exactly the same as Lian Junan, it's not worth your time wasting."

Zhong Ying was taken aback for a moment when he said it with such certainty.

"Why? Yiyi is Yiyi, and others are other people."

"But they are a family." Li Jinqiu said bluntly, "I am a narrow-minded person. Their family is so annoying. I don't think there will be a different kind."

"Of course... Yiyi is indeed a different kind. I can only say that she is pitiful and cute, and has inherited her father's good temper."

Li Jinqiu glanced at Zhong Ying, "But I don't have such a good temper as you, so I can find a young genius regardless of the past."

Zhong Ying raised the corners of his mouth, seeing that Li Jinqiu was well-founded and drinking tea leisurely, not feeling that there was anything wrong with him at all.

It is common sense to love Wu Ji Wu and hate Wu Ji Wu, but he has been instructed by his master since he was a child, so naturally he will not harm innocent descendants because of the kindness and resentment of the older generation.

"Because Master said that people are different. The offspring of bad people will have good people who don't care about gains and losses. The offspring of good people will also have wicked people who can't be forgiven."

Zhong Ying always adhered to Fan Chengyun's fair heart, and said seriously: "It is completely prejudice to judge the conduct of his family and descendants based on a person's personality alone."

"Prejudice will make people miss a lot of beauty, and it will also make people fall into more difficulties."

Li Jinqiu, who had been living in arrogance and prejudice, was speechless when he narrated the great principles of life in a serious manner.

"A master is a master, and he is really open-minded. I am stingy. If I knew that Yiyi is a descendant of Yu Jingye, I would never step into Lian's family. She would come to learn from her."

After finishing speaking, he thought for a while, "As a teacher, you have to visit the thatched cottage three times, pass five tests and kill six generals, maybe I will teach her."

"It's not because Master is open-minded, but because Master has learned some lessons."

Zhong Ying talked about the past of his elders, with a calm and regretful tone, "He said that he missed many years and almost delayed many things because of his prejudice that harmed his children and grandchildren. He didn't want me to go astray as he once walked. That’s why I was taught from a young age, to discuss things as they are, and not judge them by other people’s judgments—”

"As long as everyone can work hard for the same thing, any temper and background are secondary. If you want to achieve great things, you have to make more friends, not enemies."

Li Jinqiu thought about it carefully, and Zhong Ying was indeed the case.

If Zhong Ying was prejudiced, he should have bid farewell to He Yuansheng when he was in the United States.

Or in Vienna, just let Chu Mu fend for himself, and talk about the reunion of siblings, which is just a dream.

Back in Italy...

The teacup in Li Jinqiu's hand was hot, and he was glad that he was not beaten to death by Zhong Ying's random club, and he was still able to chat with Zhong Ying.

"What has Master Fan experienced?"

Li Jinqiu began to wonder what kind of experience and lessons saved his life that could not speak.

Zhong Ying looked a little hesitant, as if he was considering whether to tell him or not.

Unfortunately, before he could make a decision, sister Xu's yelling came from a distance——

"Xiaoying, Xiaoying, why don't you answer the phone!"

Zhong Ying's cell phone was set to vibrate, and he was playing the piano and chatting with Li Jinqiu all the time, without paying attention at all.

He eagerly followed Sister Xu to the piano shop, and found an acquaintance standing there.

"Zhong Ying, can you teach me..."

Lian Junan's face was haggard, as if he hadn't slept all night, and his voice was lost.

"Teach me how to play the piano."