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Those people are well dressed and polite.

But they didn't contact Fan Chengyun's studio, and they didn't make an appointment in advance. They just said that they wanted to invite Fan Chengyun to hold a guqin concert.

However, no matter what sister Xu asked, they were unwilling to answer, and they had to see the master.

Mysterious, polite and rigid.

Even their formulaic smiles made Zhong Ying feel uncomfortable.

"Master Fan, long time no see."

Fan Chengyun had just stepped into the piano shop, and five or six people from the other party nodded and bowed in unison following these words.

Zhong Ying was so frightened that he always felt that they were some kind of well-trained special forces.

"It's been a long time indeed."

Fan Chengyun's attitude was more rigid than usual, "Is that why you came here?"

The other party nodded with a smile, "For so many years, we have always hoped that Master Fan can put aside the past, for the sake of promoting traditional culture, turn hostility into friendship, and cultivate the good of Qin and Jin together—"

"Don't use idioms indiscriminately, I am not as good as you."

Fan Chengyun also replied with a smile, "And I'm very tired recently, and I don't want to go abroad."

"So, how about the live broadcast?"

The other party suddenly changed his approach, "Actually, the technology is so advanced now that you don't want to go abroad, we have a way to deliver your music to every corner of the world. Live broadcast, album or——"

"Or he returns home by himself."

Fan Chengyun restrained his smile and interrupted him indifferently.

"If you are still alive, you can come back if you want to listen to the piano. There are so many guqin players in China, why do you have to travel thousands of miles to invite me, a stubborn old man? If you are not tired, I will be tired."

Such an answer made the other party's rigid and polite smile even brighter.

Zhong Ying listened and watched, and finally understood why he hated this group of people.

Their expressions and moods were extremely mismatched, and the stalking temperament radiated from their gestures, which could not be concealed.

Sure enough, Fan Chengyun refused.

The other party said with a bright smile: "Master Zaining is going from bad to worse, you and the master are friends..."

Fan Chengyun raised his hand to stop his words, "Don't say that I am friends with him, we are not of the same generation, he is not worthy to be my friend."

These words were harsh, and it was the first time Zhong Ying heard such a ruthless rejection from Master.

I am even more curious about who the "Zai Ning" just mentioned is.

He has always been by Master's side, never seen this group of people, let alone heard of the name Zaining.

But the master was obviously very familiar with these people, and he was so familiar with him that he put away his gentleness and calmness, and became fierce in his words.

Zhong Ying could hear the breath of gunpowder suppressing his anger.

The group seemed helpless, but refused to leave.

The person standing behind seemed to be quietly on the phone, lowered his voice, and couldn't hear what he was saying.

Fan Chengyun glanced at them, then raised his voice and said to Sister Xu: "It's getting late, so close the door when it's time to close, so as not to delay your rest."

Sister Xu let out a hey and was about to come out to drive people out.

"Miss Shizuko is here!"

The person on the phone said in surprise.

The lobbyist who was still smiling brightly and fearfully just now, his smile is a little restrained, and his eyes are shining!

"Mr. Fan, Ms. Jingzi is here in person this time. She is afraid that you don't want to see her, so let us come first."

As if the man had found a backbone, his tone became joyful, and his previous worries were gone.

"You and her have been friends for many years, we don't need to be here, you always want to see her."

Zhong Ying doesn't know what Zaining is, and he doesn't know what Jingzi is.

However, the other party spoke so confidently that even Sister Xu, who was about to drive away, couldn't understand what Fan Chengyun meant.

Because, with a sullen face, he hated these people deeply, but he couldn't be cruel to Shizuko.

"It's true that Shizuko and I have been friends for many years."

Fan Chengyun's voice sounded like a sigh, "Since she's here, let's talk face to face if you have anything to say."

After the autumn rain, Fan Lin was quiet and quiet, except for a group of people standing outside the door, who kept their promise not to enter the piano shop, and Fan Lin half-step, waiting for Jing Zi who came late.

Zhong Ying stood next to the master, saw the demeanor of these people, heard the names, and made a lot of guesses.

He asked in a low voice, "Master, is that Shizuko Japanese?"

"Yes." Fan Chengyun said with a sad expression, troubled and painful, "but she has been in contact with the China-Japan Friendship Association and has never been to Fanlin."

He looked up at Zhong Ying, and reached out to pat his apprentice's arm.

"She's the one who helps us."

These words seemed to make Zhong Ying let go of the hatred in his heart and aim the spear of hatred at the right enemy.

"She also helped many victims who survived the war of aggression against China."

The crimes committed by Japan in aggression against China are too numerous to record. Any Japanese with a conscience will be shocked by the cruelty and torture of the invaders.

From ancient times to the present, the Japanese who complained for the victims, kept the evidence for the victims, and the Japanese who worked for the victims can be traced in historical materials and news.

Zai Jingzi is such a person.

Born in a sad family, she maintained a noble character, filed lawsuits for the victims, cooperated with the China-Japan Friendship Association, and established a crime museum in her homeland, the territory of the invaders.

Fan Chengyun couldn't be indifferent to such a person.

After waiting for a long time, they finally arrived at Ms. Shizuko.

When she walked in tremblingly with people's support, Zhong Ying felt surprised in his heart.

She is too old.

His hair is gray, his skin is old, maybe seventy, maybe eighty, and his steps seem to be shambling.

"Mr. Fan!"

Shizuko walked in, only one person could be seen.

She spoke a strange Chinese, like a dialect with a strong accent, and said seriously, "Please, please."

"Even if you don't want to go to our house, you can go to Nagoya and hold a Guqin concert. Please!"

Fan Chengyun looked dignified and did not answer, his frowning showed that he would never agree to such a request.

So, Shizuko stood there, sighing heavily.

The next moment, she didn't care about the people around her, and knelt down in front of Fan Chengyun!

"Jingzi!" Fan Chengyun suddenly stood up and bent down to help her.

However, the person who had been with her all this time knelt down when she saw this scene!

"Mr. Fan, please agree!"

"This is Master Zaining's last wish. We don't want to see him restless."

"Master Fan, we only have one request!"

A group of people knelt down in Qin Xing, Zhong Ying and Sister Xu exchanged glances in surprise, but no one dared to speak out.

Even if they had just heard about Zai Ningzi's greatness, they would not feel comfortable seeing her persecuting Fan Chengyun like this.

Master will never go to Japan to perform, let alone go to Nagoya, which she begged so hard for.

He is not only to comfort Mr. Shen's soul, but also because there are too many people who don't want to see in that land.

Although Zhong Ying didn't know who those people were, he knew that they must include the "Master Zaining" whom these people kept saying.

The relationship between Master Zai Ning and Zai Ningzi is clearly revealed.

The old woman, who was old and frail, knelt heavily on the ground like this, and her palms, which had been as dry as bark, trembled slightly. It seemed that she would not get up if Fan Chengyun didn't agree.

In the silent and solemn piano shop, only sighs and low sobs can be heard.

Zhong Ying saw the tears dripping from the old woman, staining the wet ground.

"Jingzi, you don't need to ask me."

Fan Chengyun clenched his palms into fists. He felt pity for the 70-year-old man, who had to travel such a long distance to come here, and knelt down to pray.

But still indifferent and stubborn.

"All my life, I want to atone for my father."

The old Jingzi raised her head slowly when she heard the words, and those who took care of her around her quickly supported her weak body, and looked up at the person they were praying to together.

"You once said to me that enough is enough, all I have done is enough. But why would you not go and see him?"

With tears in her eyes, she has been burdened with heavy sins for 50 years. From the moment she discovered the truth of history, she has been persistent in wanting to do something right and speak out for the dead.

Fan Chengyun understood her and thanked her.

However, Fan Chengyun will not forgive another person because of what she has done.

Fan Chengyun said in a deep voice: "You are not wrong, of course what you have done is enough. Both me and our friends will thank you for your efforts."

"But I'm not going to see him."

His cold and stern voice was still ruthless, "Even if that person dies, he deserves what he deserves!"

Jingzi's tears fell down, and she knelt on the ground, feeling helpless.

"Mr. Fan, he will really destroy that Zhuqin. You know his temper. I promised Xuewen that I would take good care of that piano for him. Xuewen is gone, so I can't keep my word!"

"You are Xuewen's best friend. Every time he comes to Japan, he will happily talk about you with me—"

Jingzi's eyes showed the sadness of losing a junior, "He said, even if he dies, you will continue the unfinished business for him. He has achieved nothing and gained nothing in his life. Only you, a friend, know His pursuit and hope are the reliance on which he will have no regrets in this life."

"Mr. Fan..."

Jingzi knelt there and raised her head, "They are for their master Zaining, only I am for learning literature."

Her voice wasn't too loud, but Zhong Ying's heart beat violently like a drum.

Too many unfamiliar names, speaking his familiar words.

He turned his head to look at his master, and found that Fan Chengyun's eyes were red, and the confusion in his heart could not be justified by a single word.

After a while, Fan Chengyun grabbed Zhong Ying's arm, his palm trembling slightly.

"Little Ying."

His voice was like calling, and also like begging, "Go to Japan for me, you go and get Mr. Shen's Zhuqin back, and, and—"

It took Fan Chengyun a lot of effort to say his last request in a weak voice.

"There's also... Wanggui's pre-life images."

His tears flowed uncontrollably, "Bring them back together."