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Jingzi's every move will be reported to Ning Mingzhi truthfully.

She went to the gentleman's courtyard, and she took Zhong Ying to visit the memorial hall. As soon as they came back, Zhong Ying and Li Jinqiu sat in the courtyard and discussed composition!

Yuan Shan knelt there and said with great joy:

"Mr. Li ordered me to send a lot of pens and paper, and asked me to buy some music paper for them."

He hid the title of "Hypocrite" and told his ailing master to flatter him.

"Mr. Li said that he will compose a piece of music specially for you."

"it is good!"

Ning Mingzhi was very happy and wished he could come to the scene immediately and listen to the melody composed by Li Jinqiu and played by Zhong Ying.

Whether it's sonorous and chilling, soft and tactful, as long as it's the music played by Zhong Ying, he will like it.

Ning Mingzhi has always been relentless.

Zhong Ying was accompanied by friends like Li Jinqiu, and went to see the memorial hall that Jingzi spent 50 years preparing to build. Zhong Ying really changed a lot!

He said excitedly: "Zhixin, you take someone to find the music score of Yiyin Yashe, copy it to Zhong Ying and send it."

Zhixin nodded silently.

I heard him say again: "There are still some sentimental manuscripts written by Jingdu, copy them to him together!"

Do it wholeheartedly.

Ning Mingzhi cheered up, his physical indicators did not improve, but his spirit improved a lot.

Zhixin has always been worried about Master's health, and Yuan Shan took care of him carefully, and made the same choice as Yuan Shan.

He didn't tell Ning Mingzhi about Li Jinqiu's mocking provocation.

He didn't even tell Ning Mingzhi that Zhong Ying should instigate Ms. Jingzi's instigation.

The huge and stable Zainin school is always secretly brewing a storm.

And all of this has nothing to do with Ning Mingzhi, who is taking care of his life.

What Ning Mingzhi ordered were all documents that had been scanned and copied to Lin Wanggui.

It didn't take much time for Zhixin and Yuanshan to move these complicated and profound manuscripts of Han Yuefu scores into Junziyuan one by one.

He lowered his eyebrows and was pleasing to the eye, respectful and polite.

"This is what Master thought you would like, so he ordered us to send it."

Zhong Ying flipped through the pages and roughly understood what Ning Mingzhi meant.

He evoked a meaningful smile, and said bluntly: "I really like it very much."

With companions and materials, Zhong Ying's life without the Internet and without feet has become more colorful.

They had a more detailed score reference, and with the help of Li Jinqiu, the Han Yuefu chapter that Zhong Ying had been troubled for a long time was finally able to make progress.

However, their progress was accompanied by Li Jinqiu's confusion.

"What kind of music is Han Yuefu?"

"What's the difference between Yin and Qu?"

The composers of Western music only know the elegant rhyme and lyrics of ancient poems, but they don't know the deep meaning.

Teacher Li, who was able to teach Zhong Ying with full confidence before, had no choice but to ask for help at this time, asking Teacher Zhong to teach.

The Han Yuefu suburban temple songs, Xianghe songs, advocacy songs, and miscellaneous ballads each have their own merits, and the styles and tunes are very different.

But they had a clear revision goal, and it wasn't too difficult for Zhong Ying to explain.

He moved out the thirteen-string building and placed it on the stone table.

Mr. Zhong pressed the strings in the air and tapped the strings, commanding softly: "Three emblems, pick the second string."

As a student, Li Jinqiu stretched out his hands to do the same, making this ancient zither make a lingering sound.

Four emblems, strike seven strings.

One emblem and three strings.

Li Jinqiu uses both bamboo rulers and fingers, and doesn't pay attention to what kind of piano is built. He can only use knocking. He regards the thousand-year-old Tang building as a demonstration instrument for children's teaching, and it makes a loud sound.

He has eyes and ears and a clear memory.

What kind of melody pops up, you can quickly write it down with a pen.

But for a long time, the white paper and music paper were full of Li Jinqiu's handwriting.

He was quite satisfied and handed it to Zhong Ying.

"Look, the piece of music you want to adapt should look like this."

Zhong Ying focused on reading the score.

Yuan Shan always accompanied, always dumbfounded.

He has seen countless eccentric geniuses and the habit of composing music, but this is the first time he has seen such an intimate and intimate caterer!

What's more, the Japanese koto he learned couldn't understand the most basic Li-style staves!

The young disciples of the Yuan family tried to find a half-joke in the faces of Li Jinqiu and Zhong Ying.

However, they are very serious.

"It's a bit more complete than the scores left by Mr. Shen before."

Zhong Ying frowned, "It's just that this paragraph needs to be changed, and the melody of rumors and quotations cannot be used..."

Li Jinqiu thought about it carefully, and changed it as soon as he raised his pen.

"—Then how about using the poems and songs you said?"

Countless little tadpoles with tails were drawn on the blank paper, and the black and white characters were clearly visible.

Music creation has entered the professional academic field.

Yuanshan prides himself on being proficient in Chinese music culture and basic Western music theory, but at this time he can't understand a single note, and can only rely on the traces of symbols left by the composer to appreciate the profoundness of Chinese culture.

But Zhong Ying took it over to look at it, smiled and boasted:

"As expected of a great composer, you can compose good music with my simple and rough explanation, you are indeed a genius."

Li Jinqiu, who never thought there was a problem with his handwriting, received this praise, his heart jumped for joy unexpectedly, and his words were modest.

"How could I be a genius? Look at this word, it's too messy. I should practice."

"You don't need to practice, just understand it."

Even though Zhong Ying couldn't distinguish the chaotic symbols on the stave.

But he and Li Jinqiu started from scratch and slowly revised the score, which already played the melody in his heart.

It was Mr. Shen's hope before he died, and it was also a symbol of his severance with Ning Mingzhi.

This kind of music and words are best played by building a qin, with a bamboo ruler hitting the strings, crisp and clear, singing with auspicious stars and blessings to China, and mocking Ning Mingzhi's self-righteousness.

"Brother Qiu, come, hit Zhu."

Zhong Ying looked at him expectantly, as if waiting for a co-created melody of nature.

Li Jinqiu was too aware of his level, he waved his hands again and again, "No, no, no, it's an insult to this piece of music for me to play, let's do it next time, definitely next time."

The two laughed heartily on a sunny autumn day.

However, there are some people who are not interested.

"What song? Maybe I can hit the building and sing."

The dull sound of the wheelchair, followed by this cordial greeting, brought the annoying Ning Mingzhi forward.

He smiled kindly, looked enviously, and finally couldn't hold back, interrupting the quiet and harmonious atmosphere.

In the distant Japanese room, you can clearly hear the voices of Zhong Ying and Li Jinqiu, and you can also see Li Jinqiu stirring up the strings, and Zhong Ying's focused gaze.

He just felt that this scene was familiar and nostalgic.

Back then, he and Jing Du were like this——

No, it should be closer than them, as if the most beautiful thing in this world is the connection between two people's hearts and hands, composing beautiful and moving ancient music.

He remembered the phrase "Snow and frost trade, shepherd's wheat grows", and he also remembered the phrase "A gentleman's injury is a gentleman's defense".

Jing Du personally selected "Yi Lan Cao" for him, and personally composed the Yi Lan song with him. No matter how many years have passed, he can clearly echo that melody.

Ning Mingzhi's wheelchair is very close to Zhuqin.

Even if Zhong Ying and Li Jinqiu withdrew their smiles and looked at him indifferently, they still couldn't erase the long-unknown news from his memories.

So, Ning Mingzhi stretched out his hand and picked up the smooth bamboo ruler.

This bamboo ruler has been changed dozens of times, but the sound of it hitting the silver strings is still the rhythm when Shen Ling put the piano in front of him for the first time more than 80 years ago and struck it with a smile.

The low-pitched whirl of "Learn the valley wind, and use the shade to rain" is Shen Ling's first performance in the rainy courtyard, thinking deeply about the Yiyin Yashe.

The lament and melancholy of "the son returns home, and is sent away to the wild" is Shen Ling's worry that he will not be able to appear on the stage, and his heart is lost and sad.

Ning Mingzhi's body decayed, but his soul would still return to when he was 17 years old with the song "Yi Lan Cao".

He and his parents returned to their hometown, and there was no teacher to teach the piano, so they had to wander around to pass the time.

Unexpectedly, in the narrow streets and alleys, he heard a string moving, bright and leisurely soft sound.

Ning Mingzhi followed the voice and walked into the Yiyin Yashe where the door was open.

The strange pianist was wearing a dark blue gown, concentrating on the strange guqin in his hand.

His eyebrows are gentle and calm, his fingers are slender and white, just like the strings he played, gliding over the strings, elegant and light.

For some reason, he had studied in Japan for many years, and the ancient poems that he had forgotten for a long time came to his mind.

"There is a bandit gentleman, who cuts like a knife, cuts like a grind..."

He chanted in a low voice, which made the pianist stop playing.

A pair of eyes were as black as stars, looking into his heart.

The man's eyebrows and eyes were slightly curved, his voice was like jade, and he asked, "Do you want to listen to the piano?"

Gentle and lingering, miss so far.

The song "Yi Lan Cao" by the gentleman's courtyard gradually faded away, and Ning Mingzhi woke up from the memory, looking at Zhong Ying with blurred vision.

He should not be able to see a person's face clearly.

But he always felt that he could clearly see Zhong Ying's slender and gentle eyebrows, his dark and clear eyes, and his always smiling face.

That was Jing Du's face.

Young, elegant, and calm, no matter how violent the storm hits, he is also calm and calm.

There is no better pianist than Jing Du, no better friend than Jing Du.

Ning Mingzhi put down the bamboo ruler, and sighed quietly: "I just taught "Yi Lan Cao" by Jing Du himself, what do you think?"

Zhong Ying remained silent, only Li Jinqiu said: "That's it. Too much emotion, not enough skill, and it doesn't have the charm that "Yi Lan Cao" should have."

Ning Mingzhi was taken aback when he heard the words, and then laughed out loud.

"In the past, Jing Du said that I have more than enough skills, but not enough emotion! Now I have gone through more than 80 years, with half of my foot buried in the ground, but I have more emotions than skills!"

"After all, I failed him."

Zhong Ying thought Ning Mingzhi was ridiculous.

What he failed Shen Ling was not only the thirteen stringed "Yi Lan Cao", but he also pretended to be pitiful, as if he was thinking about the true feelings of his best friend.

In the dull atmosphere, Ning Mingzhi asked kindly:

"I don't want to interrupt your creation. I'm just curious, what kind of music are you writing for me?"

Li Jinqiu was about to talk about "Hypocrite", but unexpectedly, Zhong Ying preempted it.

He said: "Before Mr. Shen died, he decided to use thirteen strings to play the music."

In an instant, Ning Mingzhi's eyes shone brightly. If he hadn't understood Zhong Ying's temper, he might have roared angrily on the spot: Play it to me.

Fortunately, he has grown up.

He only has bright eyes, and he still carries the calm and breezy air of a kind elder.

"Oh, is that so?" Ning Mingzhi clenched his fingers, putting on airs, "What's its name?"

Zhong Ying smiled and asked back: "You want to know? Then wait and hear when the time comes."

These words are undoubtedly Zhong Ying's promise.

Promise Ning Mingzhi that he can play the piano, he can play the building, and he can play the music that Shen Ling was thinking about before he died.

Ning Mingzhi's heart was full of waves and raging seas, and he recalled Han Yuefu over and over again.

Maybe before Shen Ling died, she wanted to play "Yi Lan Cao" again to mourn their friendship.

Maybe it's "Fang Shu Song", telling myself not to feel hurt because of my best friend's single-mindedness.

Maybe, maybe it's "Yue Yao Ge", before he died, he would still sing "Meet me in the future, Dai Li"!

Unfortunately, Zhong Ying didn't say anything.

He wasn't even interested in chatting with Ning Mingzhi, and turned his head after he finished speaking, preferring to look at Li Jinqiu's uncanny workmanship.

However, Ning Mingzhi was very satisfied and didn't disturb the young man's creation, so he asked Zhixin to push him away.

He chanted happily.

"Xiao Ying is finally going to play the piano for me, he is a genius, he must be better than Fan Chengyun."

"It's just that no one can play my favorite piece of music like Jing Du."

"I hate it, when I was young, I couldn't record a record for him, otherwise, why would it be so difficult for me today to listen to a song by him."

The old man's cheerful emotion was soon interrupted by the sound of footsteps chasing after him.

Yuan Shan came in a hurry and came in a panic, reporting: "Master, Mr. Zhong wants a new musical instrument."

Ning Mingzhi smiled brightly, his eyebrows bloomed.

"Give it to him. Give him any instrument he wants!"

But Yuan Shan looked suspicious, hesitating again and again, and finally told the truth.

". . . but he wants a grand piano, a Steinway."