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Li Jinqiu was indeed deceived.

Along the way, the man who claimed to be Zai Ningzi's assistant smiled and kindly praised Li Jinqiu's composition and Zhong Ying's performance, how they complement each other and how they are unparalleled in the world.

He has heard too many compliments, and rarely cares about external evaluations.

However, he was very satisfied with the other party's praise of his composition and Zhong Ying's complementing each other perfectly.

So Li Jinqiu happily came to Japan and went deep into the dragon's pool and tiger's den.

Also handed over the phone.

"I'm just regretting it now, I just handed over a mobile phone, why did I hand over the spare phone."

It is common sense for a severe cell phone patient like him to use two or three cell phones in turn.

It's a pity that because of Ning Zi's reputation, he mistrusted the assistant, was blown out of his mind by the slander, and didn't have a single mobile phone left.

Li Jinqiu frowned, walking in the quiet house, not in the slightest interest in admiring the beautiful scenery.

He complained: "I really thought Master Zaining was some kind of respected old man, and I was worried that my mobile phone would affect his longevity. As a result..."

Li Jinqiu's voice was very disdainful, "He is the traitor that Tongtong hates to death."

Li Jinqiu was deeply impressed by Zhou Juntong's haircut.

He has never cared about outsiders, for the sake of his dear good sister and Zhong Ying, he still got to know Shen Ling and Ning Mingzhi seriously.

A section of high mountains and flowing water more than 80 years ago was once considered the joy of gaining a confidant in a lifetime.

Who would have thought that when the truth is revealed in adversity, what Ning Mingzhi did would be more chilling than the friendship Bellu fabricated.

Looking at the garden arch, Li Jinqiu saw the three characters "Gentleman's Courtyard", and immediately sneered:

"Now I want to compose music for Ning Mingzhi."

"Golden Bell" gave him the confidence to eliminate harm for the people. He raised his chin and gestured for the plaque, "How about calling the song "Hypocrite"?"

Zhong Ying laughed out loud.

In fact, after Li Jinqiu came to Zaining's mansion, his words and deeds couldn't help making the corners of his lips curl up.

Even the blah blah blah just now, he listened with great interest.

In the courtyard full of gunpowder and many rules, only Li Jinqiu's unfettered and free personality can clear away all the dark clouds.

Zhong Ying raised his eyebrows to look at the "junzi" in Junziyuan, and replied calmly:

"Hypocrite listened to the sheet music of "Hypocrite" that you composed especially for him, and probably wouldn't feel scared at all, and would think that you were praising him."

In just a few days, he had already fully understood Ning Mingzhi.

Far more unpredictable than Bellou, and very easy to understand.

He was very clear about his own actions, he did everything he could do to his heart, he was still not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door, and he dared to speak frankly to his grandfather.

Because he doesn't think he is wrong.

The instruments of Yiyin Yashe were lost, and he was the one who wanted to save Shen Ling.

The musicians of Yiyin Yashe suffered because they were too stubborn.

Even his biological father, who was ashamed of his servile face and died in anger, was nothing more than a stubborn old man who refused to listen to his advice.

"Ning Mingzhi knelt down to his emperor in his soul, so he naturally thought he was right. When Grandpa came, he catered to him, and he took it for granted; when I came, and reprimanded him, he felt fearless."

Zhong Ying said while thinking of Ning Mingzhi's pale and ugly old face.

"Maybe, he's only going to get so angry about one thing that he's going into cardiac arrest—"

"what's up?"

Li Jinqiu is full of curiosity, he loves to hear this.

However, Zhong Ying smiled, and his eyes fell on Yuan Shan meaningfully.

This Zaining's house is surrounded by surveillance, and there is a spy who can understand Chinese and report on his knees from time to time, which can be described as a net.

Zhong Ying knew it well, without saying a word, he pushed open the gate of Yilang Pavilion.

The quiet Zhuqin is placed on the piano table, solemn and quiet, even if it has been in the world for thousands of years, for this thirteen-stringed building, it is just a blink of an eye, and the clouds are like smoke.

He picked up the light and shiny bamboo ruler and recited in a low voice:

"The orchid is Yiyi, and it is fragrant. If you don't pick it and wear it, it will hurt the orchid."

The only thing Ning Mingzhi thinks about is Shen Ling, and the only thing Ning Mingzhi fears is Shen Ling.

Mr. Shen, who is as pure as orchid branches and jade trees, is just like this song "Yi Lan Cao", which affects Ning Mingzhi's mind, but he abandons Ning Mingzhi like a shoe.

If I really want to break Ning Mingzhi's strong psychological defense and let him get what he deserves, he still has to rely on a bad relationship 80 years ago.

Zhong Ying didn't explain, as if staring at Zhuqin, playing a prelude to the music.

Li Jinqiu looked at him intently, obviously not understanding the deep meaning of this poem, let alone why Zhong Ying held the ruler instead of building a high song.

Li Jinqiu has seen similar strings in the fanlin piano hall for the thin-necked qin in front of him. The bells are struck, and the sound is sad and sad, which is really unique.

He waited for Zhong Ying to indulge himself in the piano, but Zhong Ying actually handed him the bamboo ruler in his hand.

"Try?" Zhong Ying said with a smile.

"Me?" Li Jinqiu looked at the bamboo ruler in surprise, then at Zhong Ying.

Based on the long-term relationship between him and Zhong Ying, it is impossible for the other party not to know his technical level.

It can't be said that the falling string of the bamboo ruler will disturb the world, at least it can be so ugly that it will make ghosts and gods suffer.

However, Zhong Ying was full of expectations and said: "I remember you were curious about Zhuqin before, but unfortunately I didn't have time to let you experience it. Now you have this opportunity, and what you are in front of is the thirteen strings left by Mr. Shen build."

"Try?" He handed the bamboo ruler another half an inch.

Mr. Shen's piano?

Li Jinqiu's eyes lit up, and he immediately took the bamboo ruler, "Building the piano for thousands of years, I really have to try."

Yuan Shan didn't wait for him to refuse, but waited for this delighted answer, and immediately wanted to stop it.

But Li Jinqiu tapped it easily and willfully——

Deng!

The Zhuqin, which had been quiet for a long time, heard a clear string.

The bamboo ruler falls on the strings, and there is a crisp sound when it is struck, one after another, gurgling, not like a sad and sad piece of music, but like a joyful piano test.

The string sound echoed in Yilang Pavilion, immediately awakening Ning Mingzhi after monitoring.

"Yi Lan..."

He suddenly sat up straight from the wheelchair, staring at the monitoring screen that was always running.

His vision is blurred, but his ears are extremely sensitive.

This is the sound of Yilanqin, even if he couldn't see anything clearly, he could still hear the strings turning and the bamboo hitting the strings.

Ning Mingzhi looked ecstatic, thinking that Zhong Ying finally couldn't hold back the desire in his heart, and knocked on the famous building through the ages.

With eyes wide apart, he listened carefully to the music of genius.

However, the melody played by Shisan Xianzhu made him pale and his vision confused.

One sound after another, without any rules, improvised.

There is neither the elegant and lofty song of "Yi Lan Cao", nor the heroic sorrow of "War City South".

It's like a child playing casually, making a tinkling sound!

"Who, who is building?"

Ning Mingzhi uttered weakly, wishing he could rush into Yilang Pavilion to see who was so bold.

Zhixin saw that the composer whom he had painstakingly invited was leisurely immersed in his own jingle, and replied fearfully: "It's Mr. Li Jinqiu."

The old man was in so much pain that he wanted to tell Zhixin to turn off the monitoring, but he was reluctant to hear the sound of the bell from the monitoring.

He frowned, enduring the melody that could be called noise.

The chaotic sound, like the magic sound played by the strange composer, deliberately tortured him, causing him to suffer terribly.

It's a pity that Ning Mingzhi is purely self-inflicted.

He asked Jingzi to persuade Zhong Ying, and asked Jingzi to hold a concert in the name of commemorating the massacre, just to listen to Zhong Yingzhu and play the piano.

However, after Jingzi saw Zhong Ying's stubbornness, she kept saying that such an arrangement was inappropriate.

He had no choice but to call Jingzi's assistant to go to China for another trip.

Li Jinqiu, he had heard about it.

Whether it was the birthday concert in Italy or the commemorative concert in Vienna, he composed music for Zhong Ying.

Although he was unable to attend the scene in person, he had to be moved by the feedback from his disciples and grandchildren after inquiring about it.

A luthier should have the best music and use the best piano.

Ning Mingzhi didn't care about elegant rhyme or Mulan at all, he only cared about Li Jinqiu's usefulness, and he could ignore the harsh tone that thumped beside his ears.

The noisy beating of the strings in the room finally stopped.

Ning Mingzhi frowned, and suddenly heard Li Jinqiu's young and arrogant voice——

"This piano is not bad. It is crisp and smooth when struck with bamboo slices. It is quite fun."

fun? !

Ning Mingzhi was so anxious that he just wanted to scold this Western music composer who didn't know how to respect Zhuqin.

That is a thousand-year-old building. After Shen Ling's hands tuning and filling, he can't say anything about "peerless famous piano" or "sound clear and bright", but he even said it was fun!

"Where's Jingzi!" Ning Mingzhi held back his anger.

Zhi Xin immediately said: "Let's go invite."

The old man stared angrily at the blurry and dazzling figure on the screen, listening to Li Jinqiu and Zhong Ying chatting and laughing.

"Why don't you play? Are you afraid of being ashamed in front of me?"

"This place is also interesting. Three steps and one monitoring, nine steps followed by someone, and even the room has a probe."

"The Japanese are really perverted."

Ning Mingzhi's eyes widened, and he took a breath, as if he had seen Li Jinqiu's outspokenness.

After all, Yuanshan is still there!

"Master, do you want to take back Zhuqin?" Zhixin asked cautiously.

Ning Mingzhi was leaning in the wheelchair, irritated, he just wanted to drive away the noisy Li Jinqiu immediately, but he also had a trace of expectation in his heart.

"Do not."

He couldn't see the figure on the screen clearly, but he could feel Li Jinqiu's completely different rebelliousness from the messy strings.

"Leave Yi Lan there, maybe he can make Zhong Ying play the piano."

Li Jinqiu, who attracted much attention, stayed and lived in Hanmeitang next to Yilang Pavilion.

A wall separated the poor patient without a mobile phone, and Lai was chatting in the Yilang Pavilion. It was not until Zhong Ying held back his yawns sleepily that he gave up his life to accompany the gentleman, did he reluctantly say goodbye and went to the monitoring room next door to be a new prisoner.

Li Jinqiu lay on the big carved bed in Hanmei Hall, frowning.

I am used to the biological clock of falling asleep at three or four in the morning, and it is even more difficult without a mobile phone.

At night the lights are off and the moon is bright.

The more he thought about it, the clearer he became, he suddenly turned over and sat down at the table of the Eight Immortals.

Facing the monitor.

The conspicuous white surveillance probe, like a gun, is deliberately condescending against the heads of the guests, reminding: I am watching you.

He thought the event was miraculous, and the place was miraculous.

The old and immortal guy, who has failed the friendship of Mr. Shen from the Yiyinya Club, has earned his fame and reputation, and lived a long and healthy life...

It always feels like there's nothing new under the sun.

Li Jinqiu, who was sitting at the table silently staring at the monitor, suddenly made a sound.

"Hey, you should hear what I said, right?"

Li Jinqiu has always been not a polite person, "It's nothing, I just don't have a mobile phone at night, I can't sleep, let me talk to you. I used to write a piece for a man named Harrison Bellew in the Italian Musical Theater, called "Golden Bells."

"If you don't know, you can look it up online. This song is very suitable for the occasion. It is specially dedicated to the death of liars, thieves, robbers and scum. Mr. Bellu understands music very well, and he died of anger after listening to it."

He chatted about the past, full of joy and contentment, "I just thought, Master Zaining tried every means to invite me to come over, saying that he would invite me to compose music, did he also hear about this, and asked me to give it to him in admiration? To end?"

The room was silent, only his soliloquy echoed alone.

But Li Jinqiu propped his chin and stared at the monitor calmly, as if someone would help him convey everything he had said.

He said: "Tell master Zaining that I have realized it, and I will definitely write him the best song, so that he can go on the road with peace of mind."

After speaking, he sat up straight with a smile, stood up and waved his hands.

"Good night."

The next day, Li Jinqiu was sleeping soundly when he was awakened by rustling voices.

He opened his eyes slightly in a half-dream and half-awake state, staring at the brightly lit wooden carved gate.

"Father didn't know why he was angry last night. He scolded Zhixin and Yuanshan severely, and his health became worse."

The old woman's voice was hazy, coming through the door.

"Mr. Zhong, why don't you take Zhuqin and leave now."

Hearing this, Li Jinqiu woke up no matter how sleepy he was.

He turned over abruptly, fearing that Zhong Ying would run away with Qin and forget to put him on.

Li Jinqiu dressed and put on socks very quickly, got up dizzy and black-eyed, endured the sleepiness after staying up all night, leaned on the table wall, and ran out.

"when are we leaving?"

Li Jinqiu was very anxious, "Where do you get the phone?"

Zhong Ying looked at him in surprise.

Li Jinqiu, who got up early, had disheveled hair and a sleepy look, exactly the same as the sluggish young man who stayed up late when they first met.

But he was thinking about his mobile phone, thinking about leaving early, eager to step over the threshold, came over consciously, and asked seriously:

"Is it enough to take the piano away? Don't take your life?"

He seemed to be impermanent in black and white as if practice made perfect, and he didn't think it was any regret that Ning Mingzhi passed away.

He also said that he was eager to try, wishing to kill the traitor himself.

Zhong Ying was amused by his sense of justice, and the solemn and sad emotions before were gone.

"I'm not leaving." He said to Ms. Jingzi, "There are too many videos of grandpa and the research materials of Yiyin Yashe. It is definitely not enough for me to take Qin away. I hope you can inherit the Zaining family. , return to us legally and compliantly the things that belong to the Yiyin Yashe and Grandpa."

The loss of every musical instrument and cultural relic is a shameless crime.

Zhong Ying has been walking with Master for many years and understands Grandpa's forbearance better.

What they did was not to steal back Zhuqin or take back property, but to take back what belonged to them in an upright manner, so as not to become a despicable person like Ning Mingzhi.

"But...but..."

The old woman looked sad, "After he dies, everything in the Zaining family will be handed over to Brother Jingxiong. Women cannot inherit the family business."

In Japan, women still take their husband's surname when they marry, and are no longer regarded as family members.

However, Zai Ningzi was unmarried all his life, and with the guilty family name of Zai Ning's family, he was on the road of repentance and redemption.

She has a kind heart, a conscience, and a group of disciples who respect and follow her. She abides by the "peace and distance" established by the Zaining school, opposes all plundering disputes, and gradually separates from Ning Mingzhi, and has the golden signboard of "Zaining Wenzhi" more and more. The way it was advertised.

Zhong Ying understands this internationally renowned school that has been passed down for four generations.

Ning Mingzhi is not worthy of being in power, but fortunately, his kind, pure and talented youngest daughter, Jingzi, can take on the big responsibility.

Zai Ningzi was surprised by Zhong Ying's thoughts, and his expression was astonished.

But Zhong Ying knew what she had been doing all along, and even more remembered the basis of what Master said.

She is indeed weak and old, and has a deep-rooted family heritage, but it doesn't mean she doesn't have this ambition.

"You have fame, you have solidarity."

Zhong Ying is doing what Fan Chengyun did before, persuading this descendant of Zaining who can cooperate. "For a group like the Zaining School that values ​​reputation, what Ning Mingzhi has done is a stain on the school's destruction."

"It's up to you whether you want him to be buried with honor as Master Zaining, or to be reviled as a traitor Ning Mingzhi and shame his disciples."

"what do you mean……"

Jingzi immediately realized what Zhong Ying was talking about. The seemingly innocent young man hit the lifeline of the Zaining School with one blow.

Zhong Ying has a gentle smile, but he can influence the continuation and subversion of a family school.

"Countless pairs of eyes are on Ning Mingzhi in this world. If you can't become Zaining's next Patriarch, then who has the qualification?"

Jingzi thought silently, and Li Jinqiu looked shocked.

As if he didn't know Zhong Ying, he stared closely at Comrade Xiao Ying, who was supposed to be indifferent to the world with gentle words, and suspected that his mind was still not clear.

He moved silently, got very close, and asked in a low voice, "Where did you learn to coerce and lure?"

Too cunning, too insidious, he can't wait to see Zaining's family play a good show, the whole world castigates traitors and changes their surnames to recognize the thief as the father, but also uphold his noble temperament and inherit the classics of the thief father!

"Master taught me."

Zhong Ying was brought up by Fan Chengyun, and he was never a simple child who only knew how to play the piano and recite poems.

"In Italy, Master tried many methods and took many detours in order to make friends with Bellou. In the end, he found——"

He smiled, "Instead of dealing with guys like Belu, it's better to find a suitable heir and work together for the return of precious cultural relics."

He said it easily, and there are probably a lot of intrigues, coercion and lures in it.

Li Jinqiu never cared about the replacement of heirs in big families, but when Zhong Ying said this, he immediately became interested.

He was about to take out his mobile phone immediately to see who the new owner of the Belu family after Belu's death was, who was a respected and interesting Italian friend.

As a result, it was empty.

Grass, no mobile phone!

Li Jinqiu cursed with a frowning face, suffering terribly for the cell phone he lost.

Zhong Ying looked at the hesitant Zai Jingzi, thought for a while, and asked, "Brother Qiu, do you want to go for a walk?"

Li Jinqiu frowned, thinking of the dry mountains and rivers and green ponds he wandered around yesterday, he had no interest at all.

"Such a small place, what is there to walk around."

"It's going outside the house."

Zhong Ying said with a smile: "I would like to ask Ms. Jingzi to take us to see the memorial hall in Nagoya."

Li Jinqiu thinks the memorial hall is the origin of Nagoya's customs and history.

He looked at the strange scenery outside the window with great interest, and it was very easy to recall the things in Florence.

It was probably the same weather, and it was probably walking with Zhong Ying.

The dull bitterness of not having a mobile phone moved from the Bello Museum to a Nagoya memorial hall. He felt happy, and he and Zhong Ying recalled the pleasant first meeting in Italy along the way.

Zhong Ying laughed while listening.

The first meeting that troubled him, after being beautified by Li Jinqiu, turned into a gifted sympathy.

Li Jinqiu still has a fresh memory of him playing "Golden Bells" with the guqin, and everyone praised his impromptu brilliance. He completely lost the desolate and dull appearance that rejected the strings of the guqin at that time.

Zhong Ying said: "It's a pity that today's trip to the memorial hall is not as easy as our trip to the Bellu Museum."

"Easy?" Li Jinqiu raised his eyebrows, "I think the memory is pleasant, that's because I went to visit with you. In fact, the Bellu Museum is a shameless den of predators. There is probably no place in the world heavier than visiting it gone."

The splendid Chinese cultural relics stand behind the bright windows of the looters.

Li Jinqiu remembered it clearly, and was even more sarcastic and angry. It was impossible for him to have a good impression of Beilu again.

I don't believe there is a more shameless place than the Bellu Museum, which can make him feel uncomfortable.

However, when the vehicle stopped, the spacious and solemn memorial hall in Nagoya hung a simple nameplate, which clearly wrote in Chinese, Japanese, Korean, English and French——

"Memorial of the War of Aggression against China"

This is a word that any Chinese will be quiet and solemn after seeing it.

Li Jinqiu's ease and joy, before stepping into this simple and plain memorial hall, turned into a dignified breathing, carefully restraining his unruly and loose.

He has been to many memorial halls, museums, and exhibition halls in China, and the shocking materials have made him engrave this war into his soul.

But when he entered this memorial hall built on the territory of Japan, the thoughts churning in his heart became even more mixed.

The glass windows inside are clear and bright, and photos and written materials have become the most important protagonists in the memorial hall.

He saw the Japanese army killing people with a smile, and he saw the people with their heads in different places.

There are also a large number of written testimony of Japanese soldiers and surviving prisoners of war, as well as video materials.

The Japanese burned, killed, looted and insulted women in China's territory, and the Chinese still treated Japanese prisoners of war with virtue and preferential treatment.

The historical materials of the Prisoners of War Management Office, the confession notes of the Federation of Returned China, and the principles adhered to by the Fushun Miracle Inheritance Association all brought tears to his eyes.

Not for the Japanese, but for the Chinese.

His ancestors were too bitter, but also too kind.

Even the gun-wielding murderer mainly focused on reformation education and confession and repentance, rather than killing him with an eye for an eye, which really made him angry and sad.

This is a memorial that is destined not to be visited peacefully.

Standing there, only Shizuko was able to say affectionately: "This memorial hall was not built by me, but inherited by me."

Inheriting the last wishes entrusted to her by those Japanese righteous men who demanded to face up to history and compensate for their losses.

She said: "My lifelong hope is to find like-minded successors to protect this real memorial before I die."

"but……"

However, Ning Mingzhi asked her to use her reputation to persuade Dong Zhongying to hold a concert for the victims in Japan.

However, the Zaining family was obviously a school founded by an perpetrator, but she could not lead these disciples to atone for Ning Mingzhi.

Zhong should be able to perceive her regret and struggle.

Before coming to Japan, Fan Chengyun said: Zai Ningzi is a pure and stubborn person.

She inherited Ning Mingzhi's stubbornness and maintained the pure kindness of a human being.

Not suitable to take on the Zaining school, but also the best candidate for the Zaining school in the future.

Because Jingzi has really made efforts and contributions to the friendship between China and Japan.

Ning Mingzhi, on the other hand, hides behind the body of a master, letting his disciples promote the greatness and tolerance of Japan.

At the end of the visit, Zhong Ying silently watched the video specially recorded by the prisoners of war.

The deep repentance and the oath of support for peace are more sincere than every false word of Ning Mingzhi, and it also strengthens his determination to persuade Zai Ningzi.

The bell should sound gently.

"Ms. Jingzi, you are a very remarkable person. Master and I have been looking forward to that you can use the courage to inherit the memorial hall to inherit the Zaining School."

Jingzi hesitated to speak, her old eyes were faintly shining, but she thought for a long time in silence, and asked again:

"The enmity between my father and Yi Yin Yasha has passed for more than 80 years. Since you and Mr. Fan are grateful to groups like the Japanese because of me, why can't you forgive a dying old man?"

"As long as you forgive him, even if you just lie to him, father will give you everything you want."

This is the easiest and easiest path.

Everyone gets what they need, so she doesn't need to muster up the courage to endure another storm of inheriting the Zaining School like the ups and downs encountered by the Inheritance Memorial Hall.

Jingzi has no desire for fame and wealth, and only hopes to see the peace and tranquility of the world in the gaze of the dead in this memorial hall.

However, Zhong Ying said firmly:

"Because what Ning Mingzhi has done is not worthy of forgiveness."

"He lived a life without worrying about food and clothing in Japan. He could have worked hard for his motherland and made up for his mistakes like you, but he didn't."

Zhong Ying mentioned that such an ungrateful and wolf-hearted person left him with the same disgust as his master.

He can see the world map of the memorial hall, China and Japan are separated by a sea, and they are side by side.

After waiting for a full 80 years in a short distance, the confession that has not been waited, how can it be possible to write off with a sentence of "forgive".

"Miss Shizuko, look."

He raised his hand and slashed across the East China Sea, "You took the plane from here to here, and came to Qingling Lake to see us in person."

"Such a short distance, it takes less than a day to go back and forth, but after so many years, Ning Mingzhi didn't even dare to go back to Qingling Lake, let alone face the dead souls of the past."

Zhong Ying's tone was more sincere and dignified than ever before.

With his clear-headed judgment.

"You are a great and noble lady, but he is a despicable and cowardly villain. Regardless of the past, present, or future, he will have no regrets, let alone be forgiven."

The only person qualified to forgive him died in the autumn of 1947.

No matter how long Ning Mingzhi can wait, he won't be able to wait for anyone who can replace Mr. Shen and say to him, "I forgive you."