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Zhong Ying's words made Yuan Shan and Zhi Xin look up at the surveillance probe in surprise and astonishment.

They knew that Master Zaining was there, and they would definitely hear it clearly, and they would be so angry that their livers and gallbladders would be torn apart.

Qin couldn't hear it, and was mocked by Zhong Ying.

Yuan Shan looked uneasy, looked at Zhi Xin, then at Qin.

Zhixin shook his head imperceptibly, and said aloud: "Mr. Zhong, rest well, we will leave first."

As soon as the words fell, they left Yilang Pavilion quickly.

Only one Zhuqin was left.

However, Zhong Ying stood quietly in front of the piano table, still not saying a word.

Even if the door was closed and the night was quiet, he just let out a long sigh and left Zhuqin and the monitoring range.

In the Zaining mansion in the night, a storm as deep as the night is brewing.

Yuan Shan and Zhi Xin rushed back to the wedding room in great anxiety, and as expected, they heard the doctors' whispered consolation and their master's soft howls.

"Why doesn't he play the piano, why doesn't he play the building?"

"That's the Yilanqin that Ning Xuewen couldn't even ask for. I can give it to him, and I will give it to him!"

"Call me Zhong Ying, I want to see Zhong Ying!"

Amid the shouts of "Master Zaining" and "Calm down", Yuan Shan knelt outside in panic and grief, wanting to get up in a panic to call Zhong Ying.

But before he could stand still, he was grabbed by Zhixin again, pushed him back to his knees, and could only see the back of Zhixin rushing in to comfort him.

"Master, Mr. Zhong just said some angry words because the wound on his fingertip has not healed."

"You said that only when people's hearts are united can they play good music. Now that he is forced to play the building, what he plays is nothing but sad and sad music."

"Wouldn't it be better to let Mr. Zhong play the piano and build after his hand is healed?"

Zhixin advised in a soft voice, and his eyes signaled the doctors to move.

Ning Mingzhi was furious, and finally calmed down under the control of drugs.

The disciples waited for Ning Mingzhi to lie down, and the old man closed his eyes tiredly.

Those medicines could calm his body, but they couldn't calm his dreams.

He fell into a deep sleep, and what he saw was the courtyard of the Shen family 80 years ago. The water droplets from the eaves were clear and the moss and stone slabs fell on the eaves. The courtyard was spacious, elegant and quiet.

A figure that he will never forget until death, stood there, forcing him to speak out excitedly.

"Quiet."

Shen Ling turned around, her face was pale and her smile disappeared.

His eyes were numb, as if he was not looking at him as a close friend, but at an enemy.

"Jing Du, what's wrong with you?" Ning Mingzhi felt himself make a sound.

But Shen Ling in front of him indifferently opened her pale lips like paper, opening and closing——

"..."

Ning Mingzhi was startled awake from his dream. He stared at the empty ceiling and saw the black shadows of red maple branches and leaves reflected on the hollow window.

What did Jing Du say?

Why can't he hear?

He only remembered that his best friend opened his lips and closed his teeth, his face was pale, as if he had something to say to him!

Ning Mingzhi couldn't sleep anymore, he couldn't sleep at all.

His eyes bulged and he stared blankly at the ceiling, thinking wildly.

He thought of Zhong Ying standing under surveillance, chanting Feng Xiao Xiao Xi Yi Shui Han.

He thought of Zhong Ying hitting the building in the air, playing silently, and told him that the piano was no longer called Yilan.

From Zhong Ying to Zaining's house, the young man who looked very much like Shen Ling when he was young, hated him in every word and every word, wishing to kill him with his own hands!

"To the heart! To the heart!" The weak voice echoed in the night.

Ning Mingzhi raised his withered palm, supported the edge of the mat, turned over and was about to get up.

Zhixin was awakened by him from her sleep, and ran over nervously and knelt down.

"Master..."

Ning Mingzhi grabbed his arm fiercely, his ugly face turned pale.

"Give me the monitoring."

Zhixin nodded hurriedly, and then heard the old man muttering, "It's not Zhong Ying's monitoring, it's Ning Xuewen's. That year, that year...maybe 96, maybe 02, look, you have a look……"

His lips were dry and trembling, his forehead was sweating from anxiety, and his eyes were expressionless:

"He said Jingdu's last words, what did he say?"

At three o'clock in the morning, Ning Mingzhi's Japanese room was lit up with dazzling lights, and people came and went.

Zhixin led many disciples, constantly bringing surveillance video tapes and CDs, and scattered them in front of four or five computers and video recorders. Since 1996, he has been looking for records of more than 20 years for Ning Mingzhi one by one.

They didn't dare to raise their voices too loudly, they pricked up their ears to listen to the familiar Ning Xuewen's shy words in the video.

The images of the 40-year-old middle-aged man constantly shuttled on the screens of different time and space. No matter how Master Zai Ning scolded and scolded him, he always had a gentle and peaceful smile.

Sitting in a wheelchair, Ning Mingzhi stared closely at the disciples and rummaged through them.

He has always had a good memory.

He remembered that Ning Xuewen said that Shen Ling's last words were to see Shisan Xianzhu again.

He was very happy, thinking that this was what Shen Ling wanted to see him, so he gave Ning Xuewen many photocopies of letters.

He even collected it as a treasure, and scanned and copied the Feihua Order that he and Shen Ling wrote when they were playing together and gave it to his good nephew.

But now, he's not sure.

Zhong Ying's resolute words came and went in his mind, mixed with Ning Xuewen's deep and hoarse voice, like a broken suona, which creaked and resounded in his ears, making him uneasy.

"Master Zaining, it's time for you to take your medicine." The doctor gently reminded.

"I don't eat, I don't eat..." He pushed away the doctor who was blocking his view, and stared at the busy figure in front of him persistently.

Like if he just looked at it like that, they'd be able to—

Yuan Shan suddenly shouted in surprise: "Master, I found it!"

In the silent morning, only the old video recorder was slowly turning.

The video tape was shot in 1999, the picture is old and distorted, only the sound of Ning Xuewen playing the piano is accompanied by noise and noise.

Ning Mingzhi narrowed his eyes slightly and went to see his nephew.

At that time, Ning Xuewen was already a pale and boring middle-aged man, saying that he had become a violin master.

But those rough hands and the clumsy appearance of playing the lyre still made Ning Mingzhi frown.

His piano sound is still so ugly.

The body of the piano in the Japanese room was crisp and bumpy, and it finally came to the end of the song.

Ning Xuewen smiled as if he was relieved, raised his head, and opened his pale lips slightly like Shen Ling in Ning Mingzhi's dream.

He says--

Ning Mingzhi's eyes widened, and Ning Mingzhi's hands trembled.

Ning Xuewen's clear words filled his ears, completely different from the good memories in his memory.

"Call me Zhong Ying! Call me him!"

Ning Mingzhi was so furious that he smashed the wheelchair like crazy and made a loud bang.

He pointed at the video with trembling fingers and said, "This is fake, this is fake!"

When Zhong Ying heard the knock on the door, he thought that God had finally opened his eyes and took Ning Mingzhi away with a flash of fire.

When he was sleepy and understood Yuan Shan's anxious explanation, he quietly replied, "Oh, I won't go."

He slammed the door hard and threw himself on the bed again.

Immortal things can really torment people, even if they watch videos at night, they still want him to accompany them?

Zhong Ying couldn't understand how a despicable and shameless guy could be so confident, thinking that the whole world would revolve around him.

The Zaining mansion was in a state of panic all night, before dawn, even Ms. Jingzi, who was far away in the urban area, rushed back to the old mansion accompanied by her disciples.

"Master stayed up all night and refused to take medicine or infusion. We were going crazy."

The disciple is dedicated to the master, and his voice trembles when talking to Shizuko.

"Ms. Jingzi, please persuade Mr. Zhong, if this stalemate continues, master, master——"

Shizuko's hair is pale, she is an old man, and she still has to work hard for her stubborn father.

She nodded, instead of going to the Japanese room, she turned and went to the gentleman's courtyard.

The remote and secluded Garden of the Four Gentlemen is probably the only peaceful place in this old mansion. Even the landscape of plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum looks quiet and serene.

Jingzi walked in a hurry, walked to the gate of Yilang Pavilion, and saw a figure kneeling outside the gate.

"Yuanshan?" She asked in surprise, "Have you been here all this time?"

Yuan Shan raised his head with red eyes, and said in a low and hoarse voice: "Mr. Zhong doesn't want to see Master, and I dare not go back alone. Ms. Jingzi, please persuade Mr. Zhong..."

"Okay, okay." Jingzi comforted him in a low voice, "You get up first."

Yuan Shan shook his head, straightened his back, looked at the closed wooden door with red eyes.

Shizuko had no choice but raised her hand and knocked on the door.

"Mr. Zhong, are you awake? I'm Zai Jingzi."

It was quiet inside, as if Zhong Ying couldn't hear and didn't want to hear it. Jingzi frowned and said in a low voice: "I've heard people say that my father found the video of Xuewen overnight and watched it all night. If you and I Go there, and I will persuade my father to sort out these videos and give them to you..."

She still wanted to plan carefully and say something that Zhong Ying might be moved by, but she didn't expect the door to open with a light knock.

"Mr. Zhong!"

Zhong Ying, who had received much attention, walked out of Yilang Pavilion with a calm face.

He lowered his gaze and saw Yuan Shan who had been kneeling for a long time, his heart was filled with indifference and coldness.

"Yuan Shan, stand up."

When he came to Japan, he didn't have a smooth day. He only saw the filth and filth covered under the rigid rules.

"Lead the way."

Yuan Shan's footsteps were eager, he didn't seem to mind that he knelt for a long time, he was just happy to be able to lead Zhong Ying to the wedding room.

"Master, Mr. Zhong is here."

He knelt easily and his voice was light.

Zhong Ying then entered the room, passed him by, and could hear the ecstasy in his words.

It's a pity that Zhong Ying couldn't be happy.

Ning Mingzhi in front of him hadn't slept all night, his face was ashen, and he was panting with the help of the oxygen tube.

The ugly and cunning old man, with tears in his eyes, said dying:

"Look at your grandpa...you look at him..."

Ning Mingzhi's words sound like accusations, like complaints.

Zhong Ying didn't bother to guess his thoughts, as soon as he turned his eyes, he could see his long-lost grandfather on the TV.

At that time Lin Wanggui was not seriously ill, he looked much younger and had a gentle smile.

Zhong Ying stared at him, sat down slowly, and Zhixin beside him quickly started playing from the beginning, so that Zhong Ying could see clearly.

The video progressed slowly, and I saw Lin Wanggui, who was much younger, walked to the familiar lyre with a smile, and said in a clear voice:

"Recently, I studied music scores with a friend and learned "Yi Lan Cao". I just played it for you."

He looked shy, and there was a hint of humility and flattery in his gestures.

Zhong Ying saw that he pressed the strings with his left fingertips, and picked up the strings with his right hand to strike the sound. It was indeed "Yi Lan Cao" left by Shen Ling.

The sound of the piano stumbles, with a stiff imitation like a child learning to play the piano.

Zhong Ying could see that his grandfather's fingers were not soulful enough to do whatever he wanted, so he still tried his best to restore the ancient score of Yiyin Yashe——

Follow the wind of the valley, and rain with rain.

The son is home, sent to the wild.

He Bitian is out of place.

Happy Kyushu, there is no fixed place.

Zhong Ying's eyes filled with tears along with the song "Yi Lan".Grandpa's fingering is full of mistakes and omissions, and the melody he plays is also blunt and mechanical.

But he can hear the leisurely breeze and rain, the joy of the mountains and rivers.

There is also the pleasure of meeting a gentleman by chance, admiring his temperament like orchid, his arrogance like plum, and singing praises on the zither.

The sound of strings and strings are all bosom friends.

Focus on every sentence, without distractions.

After the song was played, Zhong Ying saw his grandfather smiled shyly and said apologetically:

"I can't play well, and I'm not good at playing the piano."

Zhong Ying held back tears, saw his eyes glowing, and said sincerely: "However, the Guqin I made was praised by this friend, that is, he did not dislike me and was willing to teach me the lost song "Yi Lan Cao" gone."

Lin Wanggui's words slowly echoed in the Japanese room, and Zhong Ying knew who the friend he was talking about was.

It was Fan Chengyun, his master.

Lin Wanggui looked to the side of the camera, as if there was someone he was talking to.

He said: "Grandpa, I often went to visit the Shen family in recent years, and I was fortunate enough to see Mr. Shen's suicide note. He said that your piano skills won his heart, and he also said that your thirteen-string construction is something he has remembered all his life. Qin."

"It's been so many years, can you please return the Qin to the Shen family?"

As soon as Lin Wanggui's request fell, Zhong Ying heard a furious reprimand.

"Are you also a lobbyist for the Shen family?! That's the piano that Jing Du gave me, it's mine! Get lost!"

The voice was clear, and Ning Mingzhi's expression was not recorded. Zhong Ying was furious when he heard it.

However, Lin Wanggui looked helpless, and persuaded: "Grandpa, don't be angry. The main reason is that I have met the younger generation of their family, heard that person's piano, and I think of Mr. Shen in my heart."

"The man's name is Fan Chengyun. He is the grandson of Mr. Shen's sister. He is young and handsome, and he plays the piano well."

Lin Wanggui lowered his eyes and stretched out his hand, touched the lyre in front of him, and said with a smile: "It would be great if he played this song "Yi Lan Cao" for you."

Ning Mingzhi was no longer angry or angry, and curiously asked Lin Wanggui about Fan Chengyun.

But grandpa smiled softly and said, "I don't know him well" and "I can't talk to him".

He said again: "That man is a piano fanatic, and he admires and admires Mr. Shen, so he hates people like me."

"However, he was the one who told me—"

Lin Wanggui's attitude was always calm and humble, "Before Mr. Shen died, he was always thinking about Shisan Xianzhu, and wanted to see it again."

The video stopped abruptly, and Zhixin pressed pause.

Before Zhong Ying asked them to continue playing, he heard Ning Mingzhi's exhausted and painful voice.

"Tell me...you are Fan Chengyun's apprentice, tell me..."

He pleaded, dying, "What did Jing Du say before he died? Did he want to see Yi Lanqin or me?"

Ning Mingzhi's voice was flustered and sad, as if he only wanted this one thing in his life.

Unfortunately, Zhong Ying's heart was as hard as iron, and he looked at Ning Mingzhi with red eyes.

He knew what grandpa said, and he knew more about what Shen Ling wrote in his suicide note.

Day and night, thousands of dreams come back, Zhong Ying's soul has engraved the bitter regret of Shen Ling before his death, and wept bitterly for Shen Ling.

At this time, his eyes were burning with hatred, and he asked softly:

"This is Mr. Shen's business, and it's also the Shen family's business. What does it have to do with you?"

"Me! I'm his only bosom friend!"

Ning Mingzhi suddenly burst out with majestic vitality, and roared with all his strength, "He should want to see me, he should want to see me!"

"He will definitely mention me in his suicide note and last words!"

The old man, whose time is running out, struggles stubbornly and tenaciously, trying to catch Shen Ling through time and seek the answer he wants.

However, this answer is not confirmed in the midnight dream or in the words of others.

His heart became more and more frightened and empty.

Grabbing only the only life-saving straw, he was so numb as to comfort himself and repeated:

"Jing Du...I am Jing Du's only bosom friend!"

Zhong Ying stood up, walked heavily, and looked down at him condescendingly.

"Yes, you are Mr. Shen's only bosom friend..." His voice was resounding, "Once upon a time."

The Ning Mingzhi in front of him was haggard, and he was no longer like the "Zhiyuan" that Shen Ling happily mentioned in his diary.

Just a damned sinner whose diary would stain the pages and ink.

Zhong Ying approached him to look at him, stared at him unblinkingly amidst the guarded looks of the people around him, and calmly and indifferently said everything Ning Mingzhi wanted to know.

"Mr. Shen did mention you before he died. He asked, why did you kneel down and become the executioner's slave when you watched the front-line reports together and witnessed the brutality of the Japanese army together?"

Ning Mingzhi breathed heavily, he was irritated by this sentence, and was eager to know more.

"What did he say, what else did he say?"

"He said that he has been frank all his life, but he has a guilty conscience."

Zhong Ying didn't need to hide the key like his grandfather did, and he even felt worthless for his grandfather's tactful temptation.

He told Ning Mingzhi frankly that Shen listened to what was said in the diary.

"Because he didn't know people clearly, was deceived by others, and befriended a slavish traitor, causing the friends of Yiyin Yashe to be scattered all over the world, and I don't know when they will be reunited."

Zhong Ying let out a long sigh, but it evoked a bleak smile.

"He also said that he didn't believe that there are people in this world who saw the Japanese army beheading innocent people in the street, and could still help the evildoers."

"He also doesn't believe that there are people who worship the murderer who killed his compatriots and act as the murderer's lobbyist for profit."

"He doesn't believe it, he shouldn't believe it until he dies..."

Zhong Ying's blood was surging, his eyes were sore, his voice was trembling, and he smiled and looked directly at the traitor at Yiyin Yashe.

"Ning Mingzhi, he believed it because of you."

Shen Ling's diary lingers in Zhong Ying's mind.

Among those who were seriously ill, the diary written after waking up at night was filled with blood and tears between the lines.

Zhong Ying once thought that those diaries were just Shen Ling's laments about the cruelty of the world.

It wasn't until he grew up and gradually learned many things that the master told him solemnly——

What Mr. Shen lamented was a traitor who had betrayed his trust.

Zhong Ying couldn't shed tears in front of the traitor, his heart was beating violently, and his tone was calm as usual.

"I know you want to hear me play the piano, listen to me play the building, it's all because of Mr. Shen—"

He smiled and cast a pitiful look at Ning Mingzhi.

"You are so pitiful. Mr. Shen, whom you have been thinking about, never mentioned you a word until his death. He said that in his life, he only regretted one thing, and that was to name the thirteen-stringed building Yilan and give it to his wife. The hypocrite of Shang Yilan!"

Ning Mingzhi was panting violently and in extreme pain.

The doctors rushed to inject him with drugs to maintain his precariously weak life.

Seeing this, Ms. Jingzi hurriedly knelt forward and pleaded softly: "Father, please give these videos to Mr. Zhong. If he finishes watching Xuewen's videos, he will definitely not be so angry again."

"He is also a descendant of our family, and he will understand the painstaking efforts of studying literature."

Her words were in vain trying to make things right for Zhong Ying, relying on Lin Wanggui's video to make Zhong Ying change his mind.

However, Zhong Ying stood still.

The image that the master ordered him to take back is right in front of his eyes, as long as he learns to kneel down and beg with all his heart, as long as he learns from Jingzi, learns from Yuanshan, and begs, he will surely get what he wants.

But he straightened his back and stood there, looking at Ning Mingzhi with a sneer.

No matter how hard Shizuko tried, he would not soften his temper.

"I, I'll give it to you." Ning Mingzhi's eyes blurred, tears flowed randomly, and he believed Jingzi's words.

He looked up at Zhong Ying, and said in a weak voice: "As long as your construction satisfies me, not to mention the thirteen-string construction, or the music scores and ancient books of Yiyin Yashe, it is this Zaining house, the property of my entire Zaining family, I can give you all."

"Zhong Ying, as long as you play it, I beg you to play it."

Ning Mingzhi listened to Jingzi's words, and regarded his nephew, whom he had never admired or liked, as his last hope.

He said: "Look at these videos, they are all videos of Xuewen, and they are all videos of your grandfather."

"How much I like him, and how much you resemble him. Xiaoying, I will give you all the videos, as long as you play the piano, as long as you play the piano! I will give you everything!"

Zhong Ying saw that he was clearly pretending to be confused.

I understand more about Ning Mingzhi's ulterior motives, and he will win sympathy even when he is dying.

However, for those who knelt on the ground in the room, there will never be his bell.

"You made a video, not because of family affection, let alone because you like my grandpa."

Zhong Ying ruthlessly exposed his hypocrisy and pointed out the truth, "You are spying on grandpa, you are afraid—"

"You are afraid that he is a Zhuan Zhu who hides a sword in his belly, and he will cut off his own arm, and want to kill you, the accomplished and famous Emperor Zaining!"

This kneeling disciple, this luxurious and rich mansion, this careful monitoring, this hypocritical video.

Expose Ning Mingzhi's thoughts completely and clearly!

"Quiet and far-reaching, carry Ning Wenzhi, ha!"

Zhong Ying lost the urge to cry, and laughed heartily.

"I will never play the piano for you. I only regret that the wind is blowing and the water is cold. I can't learn that Nie Zheng's sword with my own hands. The white rainbow pierces the sun! The comet strikes the moon!"

"Mr. Zhong!"

Regardless of Ms. Jingzi's persuasion, Zhong Ying walked past the kneeling disciples and left the oppressive Japanese room.

He walked all the way, crying uncontrollably all the way.

After many years, he finally understood what his master had said——

"Your grandfather has paid too much for the instruments of Yiyin Yashe. We can't ruin his efforts on the spur of the moment."

He also finally understood why Master would say——

"Wang Gui was humble and respectful all his life, and endured everything we couldn't bear, just to fulfill Mr. Shen's last wish and let the instrument return smoothly."

The "patience", "modesty" and "respect" that Master expressed euphemistically became the humility, begging, and fawning that Zhong Ying saw with his own eyes.

His grandfather, Lin Wanggui, for the crimes committed by his elders, took responsibility for the mistakes that should have been made up by the shameless bastard himself.

Whether it's the scolding of the bastard, the contempt of the bastard, or the humiliation of the bastard.

Lin Wanggui laughed and said humbly, "Uncle, don't be angry."

So small and humble, yet so great and noble.

It seemed that as long as the souls of those who died in Yiyin Yashe could rest in peace, even if he shouldered the sins that did not belong to him and took a life, he would not hesitate to do so.

The grandpa he saw with his own eyes was just like the grandpa that Master and he said.

Gentle and elegant, he is the best violinist and the best kind person in the world.

No one can compare.

Zhong Ying quickly returned to the Yilang Pavilion where Lin Wanggui lived, slammed the heavy wooden door hard, and walked to a blind spot where the surveillance could not see.

He stared at the big carved bed with thick curtains, and finally, finally understood——

Why did Master refuse to come to Japan?

Because the master came here, saw Ning Mingzhi, and saw the grandfather who groveled in front of Ning Mingzhi just for a piano, he would definitely be like him, full of anger, grief and indignation, just want to kill the traitor in front of him, let him go again You can't say the words that make grandpa show a humble smile!

The room is desolate and quiet, only weeping and weeping bitterly, proving that Zhong Ying is still here.

His grandpa is the best grandpa in the world.

It is Lin Wanggui with character like orchid and spine like pine.