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Those who persistently begged Fan Chengyun to go to Japan looked at each other in dismay after hearing this sentence.

They looked up at Zhong Ying secretly, and felt that Fan Chengyun's apprentice was too young to take on such a heavy responsibility.

However, no one dared to say, and no one dared to refute.

Kneeling there silently, waiting for Ms. Shizuko's answer.

Jingzi looked surprised and stared at Fan Chengyun.

It's a pity, Fan Chengyun wiped away his tears, and stretched out his hand to help her up forcefully.

"Zhong Ying is my only apprentice, and also Wang Gui's only grandson. I swore that I would never set foot in Japan, so it is appropriate for him to go for us."

With the support of Fan Chengyun and the people around her, Jingzi finally regained her footing.

Without blinking her eyes, she looked at Zhong Ying carefully.

Young and restrained, a pair of dark eyes are clear and translucent, eyebrows are slightly furrowed, his whole body is full of resistance, and his temperament is still forbearing and gentle.

"Okay." For some reason, Jingzi smiled slightly, "He is like you when you were young, and he must be like Mr. Shen."

"Zhuqin will come back." She wiped her tears carelessly, "I promised Xuewen, and I promise you too."

A group of strangers came in black, and left in a mighty way.

When the piano store was quiet and deserted, Ning Xuexu hurried over and closed the door, lest they come back again.

"Master." Zhong hurriedly said, expressing his guess, "Why is there a video of Grandpa in Japan? Who is Master Zai Ning, and why did he build the piano in his hands? Who is Zai Ning Zi? How many times have you said that? Nian Zhuqin will be able to come back, do you just want to wait for that person named Zaining to die before taking the piano?"

There were many questions, and Fan Chengyun couldn't help but pause on his way to the piano hall.

He looked at the piano hall not far from Fan Lin through the shadows of the trees, and sighed: "Because you are familiar with that person named Zaining—"

Fan Chengyun looked at his young apprentice, suppressing anger and grief in his heart.

"He is the traitor Ning Mingzhi who withdrew from China with the Japanese army in 1945."

Zhong Ying was shocked and surprised.

He looked through Shen Ling's diary every day, and hated Ning Mingzhi deeply.

But the master never mentioned this person, he just assumed that Ning Mingzhi had died a long time ago, and went to the underworld to settle his sins, and the ancestors of the Yiyin Yashe denounced his crimes.

but--

"He is still alive!" Zhong Ying was furious.

Fan Chengyun sneered, staring at the piano hall with red eyes, "Not only is he alive, but he is also living very well. He went to Japan and changed his name to Zaining Wenzhi. In the early years, he used the Yiyin Yashe to study musical instruments of the Tang Dynasty, Han Dynasty What kind of protector of Japanese traditional music did he do the research of Yuefu! He has a long-standing reputation in Japan, and he was called 'Master Zaining' four or fifty years ago, enjoying the glory and wealth, fame and fortune!"

When it comes to these, Fan Chengyun only has hatred.

A Chinese, who became the dog of the Japanese invaders, took the research results of building the piano and the Yiyin Yasha to protect the traditional music that Japan inherited from China, and became a Japanese master...

How ironic, how shameless!

He snorted softly, and walked forward slowly.

"The Ning family's popularity today is inseparable from his support in Japan. Otherwise, how could I have hated this group of ungrateful guys for many years, and how could I not wait to see the Ning family until today."

Zhong Ying walked beside the master silently, as long as the master said this, he would know the connection behind it.

Zai Ningzi must be a relative of Ning Mingzhi, and those who keep calling "Master Zai Ning" must have been taken care of by Ning Mingzhi.

Master has always had a clear distinction between grievances and grievances. He hated Ning Mingzhi again and again, and he remained polite and polite to Jingzi who was on the road of facing history squarely.

Zhong Ying hesitated for a long time, but there were still problems that he couldn't figure out.

He hesitated and said, "Then... where is Grandpa?"

The piano hall is close at hand, and the door has not yet been closed, and Lin Wanggui's gentle eyebrows can be seen from afar.

Fan Chengyun's anger turned into grief, he stood there quietly, quietly, and seemed to be sighing all the time.

"Xiao Ying." Finally, he spoke again, "Bring incense to your grandfather."

Zhong Ying was puzzled and couldn't get an answer, but he walked into the piano hall obediently and lit a stick of incense again.

The smoke is curling up, and the incense is elegant.

Lin Wanggui looked at him with a smile, and also looked at Fan Chengyun with a smile.

The elegant and quiet scent of incense lingers in the piano hall.

Zhong Ying vaguely knew many things, but he couldn't fully understand them.

But the master hated the Ning family, he knew it since he was a child.

That kind of disgust, it seems that the master will frown whenever he hears the surname "Ning".

Even Ning Xuexu couldn't escape such rejection. Even though Sister Xu was the only apprentice of Grandpa, the master never asked her to help maintain the long face, short face, long side, and short side.

They all asked Zhong Ying to do it, and he was not afraid of his lack of skills at a young age, which would harm the precious guqin that grandpa personally crafted.

In Zhong Ying's ears, the master's sigh suddenly sounded.

He said: "In the past, you always asked me what kind of person Ning Mingzhi is."

Fan Chengyun's memory was still fresh, and he said slowly: "I have always told you that after Mr. Shen was taken away, he really wanted to rescue Mr. Shen, so he showed his favor to the Japanese army and the puppet army. However, Mr. Shen returned safely. home, Ning Mingzhi has become a lobbyist for the Japanese."

He persuaded Shen Ling to go to Japan for development.

He told Shen Ling that China had no hope.

He appeared in newspapers and magazines praising the Japanese friendly policy towards China.

He wandered among the famous merchants in an attempt to justify the name of the Japanese army so that the Japanese army's aggression won the support of the rich and famous.

"Everything Ning Mingzhi did exceeded his original intention of helping Mr. Shen. He saw the weakness of the country and discovered the strength of Japan. He boasted about the spirit of Japanese craftsmanship, and he pursued Japan's protection of China's research."

"He wants the emperor to be the master of the Chinese people, and he wants the noble Japanese to reform the hopeless Chinese!"

Fan Chengyun's irony was the same as every time he mentioned Ning Mingzhi.

He hates it deeply, and his voice is harsh.

He said with a smile: "Every time I talk about these things, you have to ask: Where did I know these things?"

Zhong Ying nodded, he did often ask this question.

No one has been able to tell about that sad past. Only with some preserved newspaper news, outsiders can completely refute:

Ning Mingzhi was just forced to helplessness!He wants to survive, so what's wrong with being a traitor!

Only the master told him swearingly: Ning Mingzhi has no helplessness, he is willing, he even sold his soul to the executioner!

Zhong Ying wanted to know the reason, and even more wanted to know the evidence.

Because there must be strong evidence to be convincing, and to tell those reasonable people who argue for shameless people——

What is the truth!

Fan Chengyun looked at him with a smile, raised his hand and stroked his hair, and said in a soft and sad voice:

"All of this was told to me by your grandfather."

Zhong Ying's eyes widened, and he was even more incomprehensible, "Grandpa, where did he come from—"

His question came to an abrupt end as he remembered Ms. Shizuko's pleading cry.

Learning literature, learning literature, others are for Master Zaining, only she is for learning literature.

Seeing Zhong Ying stunned, Fan Chengyun knew that his clever apprentice could guess the key behind it.

He smiled sadly and said, "Of course Ning Mingzhi told him."

There is no proof, but there is the personal testimony of the person involved!

Fan Chengyun withdrew his hand and looked at Lin Wanggui's portrait in silence.

"That old and immortal Zaining Wenzhi still respects his Japanese emperor."

On the trip to Japan, Zhong Ying set off empty-handed, alone, but surrounded by many people.

Zai Ningzi, her assistant, and many disciples of Master Zai Ning.

They all had bright smiles, and from the bottom of their hearts, they believed that they had fulfilled their wishes for the master, and they felt proud.

Their lowered Japanese could be heard throughout the plane, and they felt elated that the trip was worthwhile.

Zhong Ying became the spokesperson of Fan Chengyun, and he is also a young and promising musician.

His performances in Italy and Austria have already made him famous. Even if there is no audio-visual material, everyone can clearly know from news reports and online discussions——

Zhong Ying can play the lost ten-stringed qin and the Nanyin pipa which still has ancient rhyme.

They are disciples who are in awe of traditional Japanese music, so they naturally respect Zhong Ying.

However, no matter how polite and polite they were, Zhong Ying didn't say a word.

He looked out of the window at the thick layer of clouds, and had carried out countless long-distance flights, but none of them was as heavy and exhausted as he is now.

In the past five years, Zhong Ying has traveled all over Europe with his master, but he has never set foot in Japan, which is so close.

The manuscripts and diaries kept by the Yiyin Yashe were stained with Shen Ling's blood, which made him think deeply about this country that worships chrysanthemums and knives.

He appreciates classical culture and respects historical heritage, but he will never let go of his prejudices because of some brilliant fashion.

Fan Chengyun is stubborn.

He is an apprentice trained by Fan Chengyun, but he is stubborn on another level.

When the plane landed at the airport with a roar, Jingzi got up first, even asking Zhong Ying first.

"Mr. Zhong." Even though Zhong should be her junior, she still said politely, "I will accompany you to the Zaining residence later."

The old house of the Zaining family is located in the quiet and remote Nagoya.

The vehicle drove slowly, only Jingzi's old voice told Zhong Ying sentence by sentence, what they expected.

"Father has always admired Mr. Fan's guqin, and Mr. Fan's "High Mountain" and "Flowing Water" are always playing in the courtyard. Therefore, his only wish in this life is to hear Mr. Fan play the lyre live."

Of course, Fan Chengyun didn't come, so the heavy responsibility fell on Zhong Ying.

Jingzi said: "You didn't bring the piano, if you don't mind—"

"mind."

Zhong Ying listened in silence, interrupting Ms. Jingzi's patient and gentle explanation.

He stretched out his right hand, and the bloody and dry wound on the fingertips was shocking.

"I hurt my hand, so I didn't bring the piano."

Jingzi's vicissitudes of life suddenly became serious, "I will invite the best doctor for you, and wait for your hand to recover from the injury..."

"I won't play the piano for Ning Mingzhi."

Zhong Ying told her clearly, "Besides, I didn't come to play the guqin for him, I just came to fetch the video of Grandpa Zhuhe's life that he took away."

In an instant, the atmosphere in the carriage became dull.

The assistants around Jingzi looked at each other, looking at Jingzi as if they were looking for support.

But Jingzi stared at Zhong Ying blankly, and after a long time, she said: "I know, let me try."

The carriage returned to silence, and Zhong Ying didn't feel that there was anything wrong with embarrassing a kind old woman.

Because, Ning Mingzhi is not worthy of listening to the piano.

He played the piano for Bellou, which was a last resort for the ten-string elegant rhyme to fall into the hands of laymen who did not understand music or musical instruments.

And the piece of piano built in the Tang Dynasty was excavated and kept by Shen Ling, and lent to Ning Mingzhi for research and study. Ning Mingzhi knew everything and everything.

In Shen Ling's diary, she often mentions this young, smart, and talented kid.

The calls of "Zhiyuan" brought his infinite expectation and infinite gratitude to Ning Mingzhi.

The elegant rhyme of the ten strings and the leather strings are rotten, and Shen Ling has replaced the silk strings and steel strings, but none of them have a suitable rhythm.

——It was Ning Mingzhi who found high-quality ice silk that made Yayun shine again.

The musical instruments of Yiyin Yashe are weird and rare, and Shen Ling can't find a musician who can play Zhuqin.

——It was Ning Mingzhi who studied in Japan, learned from famous masters, knew piano, violin, and music theory, and with the help of many community members, he reproduced the ancient style of building.

Flipping through the diary page by page, it was full of Shen Jingdu's joy of reuniting Ning Zhiyuan.

After several decades, Zhong Ying can feel the unreserved happiness between Shen Ling's words when looking back at the old days.

He always hoped that Ning Zhiyuan would mature earlier, restrain his mind, and play the perfect Han Yuefu with him.

He also looks forward to the ten-string elegant rhyme and the thirteen-string building to keep pace with each other, and to bring a better sound to the audience through the ages.

However, it was such a person who betrayed Shen Ling's expectations.

When Shen Ling's diary no longer mentioned him, Zhong Ying's mood went from confusion to anger, and then to calmness at this moment.

The vehicle was parked in front of an ancient house that still survived.

When he got out of the car, he even felt that this was a spacious courtyard from the Republic of China period, still retaining a strong Chinese architectural style.

But next to the dark red door, the name "Zai Ning" hangs brightly.

Zhong Ying silently followed Ms. Jingzi into the door, and the servant who had been waiting beside her for a long time held up a dark and solemn wooden tray.

"Sir, your electronics."

Jingzi helped translate the Japanese she spoke: "Mr. Zhong, my father has been relying on instruments to maintain his life, so he is sensitive to the wavelengths of electronic devices such as mobile phones and computers, and is prone to interference. Please store the electronic devices here temporarily."

Zhong Ying laughed, and his gaze into the depths of the house was even a little dark.

"If I want him to die immediately, can I just bring a few more mobile phones and keep talking, and he will be able to do what I want."

Shizuko was taken aback by what he said.

The servants around couldn't understand Zhong Ying's words, but seeing Jingzi's expression turned pale, they also became flustered.

For a moment, Shizuko smiled bitterly.

"Maybe. But he hid Zhuqin, and I can't find it...Mr. Zhong, are you going to ignore Zhuqin and learning literature for the sake of a momentary pleasure?"

Zhong Ying looked at her silently, and finally threw the phone into the wooden plate, making a muffled sound.

People deserve to die, then they have to find Qin, get the video of grandpa, and then let him die.

The courtyard of the Zaining mansion is spacious, and the long corridors are built with red pillars and stones, which clearly retains the traditional Chinese architectural style, which is completely different from the dry mountains and rivers and small pavilions and corridors in Zhong Ying's impression.

But they passed through the front hall and arrived at the main courtyard. The Japanese-style wooden house oncoming them fully confirmed Ning Mingzhi's yellow-skinned heliocentricity.

"Ms. Shizuko."

Someone specially opened the door for them, and walked into the spacious and bright Japanese room.

Zhong Ying saw a decayed old man.

His skin was layered with dark brown spots, and his hair was thin and silvery white, like dead old wood, with no skin left.

There are transmission lines of instruments all over his body, which are connected to medical equipment not far away, and there are three solemn people around him, who seem to be his doctors.

His eyes were closed, as if dead.

"Father." Jingzi knelt in front of him and called out softly, "We have invited Mr. Zhong, who is Mr. Fan's apprentice."

Hearing this sentence, his heavy eyelids were lifted, revealing a slit that was glowing with light.

Zaining Wenzhi saw a slender young man in the warm sunshine.

Black hair, black eyes, standing there quietly, looking down at him.

His eyes were blurred, and he couldn't see the young man's face clearly, but because of the sentence "Mr. Fan's apprentice", he felt that he saw a ray of light.

The room was silent, save for the old man's sudden rapid breathing.

"Jingdu...is that you?"

Jingzi raised her head in surprise, looked at Zaining Wenzhi, then at Zhong Ying.

She had heard the name "Jing Du" countless times since she was a child, and it was the first time she saw her father. With trembling hands, she called out to a strange young man so persistently and affirmatively.

Against the light, Zhong Ying could clearly see Zai Ning Wenzhi's age and ugliness.

Those cloudy eyes, obviously unable to see anything clearly, are even worthy of calling out the word Shen Ling.

"Mr. Shen suffered from a serious illness and was deeply depressed. He died in the autumn of 1947."

Zhong Ying looked at the sunny orange courtyard outside the Japanese-style room, "It's about autumn like this, and maybe there's such a bright sun in front of you..."

He sneered, and looked directly at the shameless sinner again.

"Ning Mingzhi, are you pretending not to know?"