world class art fanatic

The turmoil in Zaining's mansion has always been a hot topic among students and apprentices.

The "Master Zaining" who is like a symbol, as long as he is alive, may be dying, and he has become very strange recently.

Not only was he rambunctious all night, he lost his temper.

From time to time, he would call his most neglected little daughter, Zai Jingzi, to accompany her to take care of her at the hospital bed.

Even if they summoned during the day, they would suddenly send disciples to invite them in the early morning and late at night, so that Jingzi simply stayed in Zaining.

I heard that Jingzi also started to help Master Zaining sort out ancient books and music scores.

When the wind and rain were turbulent, the disciples who were secretly seeking a new Lord became more and more active.

Could it be... Master Zaining repented, he didn't intend to pass on the Zaining school to his family's Zai Jingxiong, and wanted to leave everything to Jingzi? !

The chaotic news is gradually making people panic.

The Zaining school inherits ancient Japanese sounds and controls the complex relationship between the traditional music world and powerful clans.

Everyone is waiting for Master Zaining to return to the west, and to use his merits in supporting the new master to climb up again. If it was Jingzi——

Has anyone contacted that rebellious Shizuko? !

"Jingzi doesn't interact with us on a daily basis, and has been doing things that the ministers don't like."

"If Master Zaining entrusts everything to Jingzi, is it really necessary to go back to the source and follow a new school?"

"Is there any news? What does Yuanqiu from our family say?"

The disciples gathered together, all nervously exchanging news.

Someone came belatedly, and finally brought a new message from my family, Yuanqiu——

"He said that Master Zaining personally ordered a Steinway grand piano!"

Musicians of the traditional Zaining school are proud of the thirteen-stringed zither, shamisen, and shakuhachi.

Those pianos, violins, and cellos are just vulgar instruments and cannot be compared with the classical instruments with a long history.

Therefore, Western musical instruments are prohibited in the mansions of the main family and the branch family of Zaining.

However, a Steinway grand piano was not only quickly moved into Zaining's house, but also grandly placed in the living room of the gentleman's house, waiting for the bell to ring.

Zhong Ying took the stave written by Li Jinqiu himself and placed it on the piano stand.

"The score is here, the piano is here, Brother Qiu, come!"

Li Jinqiu resisted and stood aside, frowning and looking at this brand new Steinway grand piano, with a pitch-black body, white keys, and bright reflections.

But he was not agitated at all, and stood aside with his hands in pain.

"I'm not coming."

The piano, an instrument that brought him great pain, was simply a nightmare for his soul.

"I'd rather hit and play the building than I want to play the piano."

As he said that, Li Jinqiu glanced at the monitor, "I still want to play it for hypocrites, I don't."

Zhong Ying looked at him with a smile, raised his hand on the black and white keys, and happily played the melody.

Those crisp notes, like the elves awakened by Zhong Ying's fingertips, pierced Li Jinqiu's hard heart bit by bit with a pure and straightforward little sharp spear.

His dull pain disappeared in Zhong Ying's brisk improvisation.

Perhaps only listening to a genius playing the piano will ease his aversion to the piano a little bit, but he definitely doesn't play——

"Come on, Brother Qiu!"

Zhong Ying pressed the button with one hand, stretched out his hand and waved, "Four-handed bombing!"

The white keys of the piano sounded softly on his left fingertips, and he made an invitation gesture with his right hand. It seemed that if Li Jinqiu didn't come, he would continue playing with one hand.

Li Jinqiu was shocked and stunned, the monosyllable melody was in his ears, like a child ding ding dong dong, and Zhong Ying's gentle smile was in front of his eyes.

"alright."

He raised his hand and patted Zhong Ying's palm, sat down in a compromising manner, and laughed again, "Four-handed playing."

In the deserted and remote gentleman's courtyard, the passionate and jumping sound of the piano resounded.

The two caged birds, which were supposed to be locked up and monitored, set off a storm on the piano, like a dragon flapping its wings, burning with flames, and their random notes filled a ten-mile radius, igniting the molten lava gushing from the ground.

The quiet and peaceful Zaining mansion has never been so noisy.

Passing by the promenade far away from the courtyard wall of the lake, you can hear the high-pitched and trembling triads played by two hands and twenty fingers continuously, disharmonious and fierce conflicts, and the harsh clamor that continues nervously amidst the crazy presto.

As if awakening the devil in hell, he opened his mouth and roared out this terrifying and vivid flame.

"What the hell are they playing!"

Ning Mingzhi finally heard the melody played by Zhong Ying, but it was not the sound he wanted to hear.

The volume on the monitor has been turned down to the minimum, and Ning Mingzhi still feels that he can hear the faint sound of the piano beyond the walls of the rockery.

"...It seems to be improvisation." Zhixin can feel the emotions of the player from the music.

This kind of music is more like a kind of catharsis, stretching the wild mood of the pianists to their heart's content.

Ning Mingzhi, who has been immersed in classical music for decades, has long forgotten the piano and violin he learned when he was young.

He frowned, listening to the devilish trills, noises, and dissonances in pain.

Where is a piece of music next to my ears, it is simply a group of sharp screams, with mockery and torture to the audience.

Zhong Ying looks very much like Shen Ling, but not at all.

Because, his Jing Du will never play such a painful and crazy movement, let alone improvise into such a vicious appearance!

He couldn't understand what Zhong Ying wanted the piano to do, he just felt disturbed by the noise, and didn't want to hear the rhythm of the piano again.

"Turn it off."

Ning Mingzhi comprehended the brief instruction, and turned off the monitoring.

The old man has been observing everything he wants to observe through the monitor for ten years. This is the first time he has asked to turn off the screen.

Instruments are still operating, and video is still being recorded.

It's just that Ning Mingzhi didn't want to watch or listen.

He's saving a surprise.

Ning Mingzhi slowly closed his eyes, waiting for Zhong Ying to take him to meet Shen Ling in 1947.

With the bell of the piano, the unfamiliar fingers finally have a place to practice.

After he and Li Jinqiu had played and played happily, they slowly used this western instrument to ponder the revised score of "Jing Xing".

The hymn of Hao Hao Tang Tang has changed into the clear and clear tone of the piano, which is very easy to play the prosperous scene.

Zhong Ying sighed while playing, "Mr. Shen decided to build a piano to play "Jing Xing". He really had great expectations and took a great risk."

The performance of Yiyin Yashe has attracted the attention of many people in the music industry.

The names of ten-stringed qin, thirteen-stringed building, and chime bells are enough to attract many music lovers.

If a sad instrument is used to play a joyous song, the Yiyin Yashe and the performers will inevitably be bombarded with criticism.

Therefore, Ning Mingzhi couldn't play "Jing Xing" properly, so Shen Ling replaced him with "Yi Lan Cao".

The melancholy Yilan, with its mournful and far-reaching voice, conforms to the impression of Zhuqin in the music world, and can play the expectations of pianists in their hearts.

It wasn't until Ning Mingzhi surrendered to the enemy that Shen Ling was disheartened. He stopped talking about Yilan Youlan and devoted himself to studying the song "Jing Xing" that carried all the future.

It's just a song replacement, Zhong Ying can regain the original state of mind of Shen Ling.

According to the sound of the piano, he modified a few tones of "Jing Xing" score, and he could almost hear the most suitable melody for building a piano in his heart.

Seeing Li Jinqiu looking at him with great interest, Zhong Ying smiled and handed out a blank sheet of music and asked:

"Brother Qiu, why don't we write "Hypocrite" for Ning Mingzhi together?"

"Okay." Li Jinqiu likes to study music scores with Zhong Ying, and he took a pen and paper, "I think he is suitable for the gloomy and terrifying A-flat major, or an F minor..."

"How about E-flat minor?" Zhong Ying suggested curiously.

"E flat..." Li Jinqiu looked at him with raised eyebrows, and asked in confirmation, "Did you remember the E flat minor and E flat major wrong?"

E-flat major is a heroic mournful tune, solemn and solemn.

But E-flat minor is so unique that it has even been hailed as an odd key.It is insulated from loudness and comfort, the melody is often gloomy and slow, and the sharp and sharp symbols are so difficult that people are full of disgust for this minor key, and few people will put it into practice.

But Zhong Ying lowered his head in confusion, stretched out his hand and played the E-flat minor scale, "Is it this? It's this. I want this key."

When Li Jinqiu saw that his fingers kept tapping the black keys, moving smoothly through the falling and rising tones, he knew that what Zhong Ying was talking about was indeed the E-flat minor.

This kind of dissonant melody that deviates from the tradition and tortures the player is simply the exclusive property of geniuses.

Li Jinqiu is not a genius, he doesn't like it.

"Do you know how difficult it is in E-flat minor? Jumping and rushing on the black keys non-stop. Only Beethoven likes to compose music in such a difficult key, showing off his unique talent and skills."

Li Jinqiu narrowed his eyes slightly and emphasized: "I'm not Beethoven."

Zhong Ying looked at him with a smile, "But you are Li Duofen."

"You can follow the musical idea of ​​my improvisation, and you can also understand the emotion I want to express, so you know, "Hypocrite" is the best for E-flat minor."

It is dark and slow, and has many changes. Every low line is the dark and cunning of hypocrites, and every high-pitched line is the magnanimity and calmness of gentlemen.

Zhong Ying smiled and stretched out his hand, casually pressing the complex keys.

He doesn't have the sheet music for "The Hypocrite", but with the short melody played by Li Jinqiu casually hitting the strings, he played out Li Jinqiu's thoughts.

"Change it to four-handed playing, and I'll be with you."

Zhong Ying said expectantly, "Give the hypocrite a song "The Hypocrite."

Li Jinqiu wanted to refuse, but felt that Zhong Ying's expectant look was very cute.

He may never be able to refuse Zhong Ying's willful request, even if such a request may cause him to press the wrong key and play the wrong note during the performance, but, but——

"Hypocrite" for a hypocrite, it doesn't matter if you play it wrong!

"Okay, okay." Teacher Li compromised very quickly, "Li Duofen is Li Duofen."

"Seeing that I don't play the old stuff, I feel ashamed, my face is red!"

The gentleman's courtyard is always ringing with piano music.

The musicians seem to be tireless sitting in front of the piano, even at night they can hear the wanton whirling of the strings.

Occasionally there are whispered discussions and laughter.

Highlights of the two musicians playing the piano, so happy and relaxed, without any consideration for other people's ideas.

After another two weeks, everyone in the Zaining school knew that there were two pianists in Zaining's family who were composing music for Master Zaining.

They are full of confusion and full of curiosity.

Will the masters of Japanese classical music also specially invite pianists to compose music?

All the voices that came to inquire were stopped by Zhixin.

Ning Mingzhi only cared about one thing, and he only wanted to wait for one person.

Finally, Yuan Shan hurried over and reported on his knees.

"Master, Mr. Zhong and Mr. Li invite you to listen to the piano."

Ning Mingzhi's slumped spirit shook, "Quick, push me over!"

The crunching sound of the wheelchair being heavily pressed against the floor, every sound reveals Ning Mingzhi's joy and joy.

He was breathing heavily, staring straight ahead.

The secluded gentleman's courtyard, how far the road has become.

When green bamboos and red maples came into view, Ning Mingzhi's vision suddenly brightened.

Because, Zhong Ying was wearing a blue sportswear, which looked like a black gown that Shen Ling loved to wear, standing tall and straight behind the arch of the gentleman's courtyard.

Seeing him coming, Shi Shiran walked back to the hall with his hands behind his back.

Zhong Ying's dress, movements, and temperament made Ning Mingzhi's heart beat violently and it was difficult to calm down.

"Hurry up." He urged Zhixin, but felt that the wheelchair was too slow for him to catch up with Zhong Ying's back.

He was so anxious that his mind was bewildered, and he finally saw Zhong Ying again.

The young man was dressed in blue, and he didn't talk to Ning Mingzhi. He just sat by the piano and said to Li Jinqiu with a smile, "Are you nervous, Brother Qiu?"

"What's there to be nervous about?" Li Jinqiu's eyes twitched, "Which part I didn't play well, and which part I didn't scold enough, you can help me make up for it."

Such two young talents sat on the same piano bench and talked, Ning Mingzhi showed envy on his face.

Like, so similar.

Like the chat between Jing Du and him, like Jing Du and his former self.

He also wears such a crisp and comfortable shirt and trousers, and Jing Du also wears such an elegant and calm dark blue.

Before the music was played, Ning Mingzhi's tears were already in his eyes.

"Quiet..."

He sighed a long time, "Jing Du loves blue clothes the most, so every year I make new clothes for him, I always choose the fabric he likes. Light blue moon white, dark blue cyan."

As he said that, he looked expectantly at Zhong Ying, "It would be even better if you could wear a long gown and play the piano."

Zhong Ying looked at him with a sarcastic smile, piercing his dream, "Mr. Shen can't play the piano in a long gown."

Ning Mingzhi was choked up by him.

This is true.

Even though he has a close relationship with Shen Ling and often talks about music and instruments, Shen Ling is still the ancient legacy of his beloved silk and bamboo orchestra.

He asked Shen to listen to the piano.

A fluent and proficient Chopin's "Prelude to Raindrops" won only a "good" praise.

Only when he hit the Zhuqin and plucked the silk strings, Shen Ling would happily say with a smile: "Zhiyuan, you've made rapid progress, you play very well."

Shen Ling's friendship is still fresh in Ning Mingzhi's memory.

He looked expectantly at Zhong Ying and said, "Although I haven't enjoyed piano music for many years, I will listen carefully to your performance of Jing Du's dying creation on the piano."

"No hurry." Zhong Ying said with a happy smile, "First, please listen to a piece of music specially composed by Qiu Ge for you, so as to refresh yourself."

"Otherwise, I'm afraid you will be dazzled and deaf, and you won't be able to hear Mr. Shen's voice clearly."

Ning Mingzhi was taken aback for a moment, and then showed a kind smile.

"it is good."

The guest and the host had a good time, only Yuan Shan had a solemn expression.

He knew what Zhong Ying and Li Jinqiu were going to play, it was not a lighthearted piece of music, let alone a melody that eulogized memories.

It's a crazy and intense movement with swords and guns in between, mixed with laughter.

But he didn't dare to say anything, and stood quietly beside Zhixin, accompanying Ning Mingzhi.

Yuan Shan was in a complicated mood, staring closely at Zhong Ying's hands, and soon saw this unparalleled genius, pressed the ten keys of the piano hard, and roared the music belonging to Ning Mingzhi!

This was the prelude to shock and horror, and Ning Mingzhi turned pale from the sudden sound of the piano.

For a long time, he had never faced such intense and complex notes.

Zhong Ying's ten fingers fluttered over the black and white keys, like a noisy party, where everyone shouted unscrupulously, full of laughter and curses.

However, such blaring music is just the beginning.

Li Jinqiu caught the melody played by Zhong Ying, hurriedly chased those who laughed and scolded, and straightforwardly presented a lively banquet in front of a villain who was alone.

They are glorious gentlemen, and he is a cunning and insidious hypocrite.

They toasted to celebrate the prosperity of the prosperous age, but he hoped that the motherland would be overthrown and black and white would be turned upside down.

The white keys, at Zhong Ying's fingertips, are like a gentleman with a white temperament, magnanimous and calm.

The black keys, under the hands of Li Jinqiu, depict a dark and ugly hypocrite, walking slowly.

The roar of the four-handed playing is like a group of people gathering together to laugh and talk freely.

They didn't laugh at it, they didn't mention it, but they laughed at it and mentioned it——

You hypocrite.

You ridiculous hypocrite.

You hypocrite who will never be like us.

Unique light intertwined with unique darkness.

Full of strong exclusion and isolation.

Ning Mingzhi actually found the fear and worry hidden in his heart in a melody played by four hands on the piano.

His previous tears and previous sadness all disappeared without a trace in this piece of music full of sarcasm and laughter.

For some reason, Mingming Zhong Ying was laughing, Li Jinqiu was laughing, but Ning Mingzhi saw his old friend who had been dead for many years, and talked about his expression with a smile.

Ning Mingzhi is Shen Ling's bosom friend.

But he has always had a mediocre relationship with other people in Yiyin Yashe.

Every time he came to Yiyin Yashe, the cheerful laughter of Chu Shuming and Feng Yuanqing would always come to an abrupt end because of him.

When he asked curiously, he often got a mysterious smile from the other party, and replied perfunctorily: It's not something interesting.

He always felt that Chu Shuming and Feng Yuanqing were whispering about him behind his back.

He always felt that Jing had listened to the gossip of these people.

Maybe it means that he is not worthy of owning Thirteen Strings.

It may be said that he studied the piano and did not understand ancient Chinese sounds at all.

Ning Mingzhi only heard it once, Chu Shuming turned his back to him, and said to Jingdu: "Zhiyuan's heart is unstable, and he is still young. I am afraid that it will take a lot of tempering to study these thirteen strings."

From then on, he felt that Chu Shuming must have something against him.

Even seeing Zheng Wanqing's smile, Chu Zhiya's avoidance, and Feng Yuanqing's greetings, I would doubt——

They sow discord behind their backs.

In front of Jing Du, they persuaded Jing Du not to let him participate.

A piece of music reawakens Ning Mingzhi's never-to-be-forgotten memory.

In Yiyin Yashe, he looked like a strange guy in a shirt and suit.

After practicing hard on a long-lost Zhuqin, he failed to make it to the stage of Yiyin Yashe.

Obviously Chu Shuming also likes to wear white shirts, Zheng Wanqing also likes to buy western-style floral skirts for his daughter, and Feng Yuanqing is also amazed at the politeness of the drummer in the opera troupe to the Japanese.

But he was the only one who came back from studying in Japan and received elite education in Japan. He was the only one who was different from Yiyin Yashe and could not be accommodated in Qingling Lake after the Japanese Occupation.

The narrow-minded Ning Mingzhi still hated those people to this day.

Even the song that came to my ears with resentment, the person who played the music.

Li Jinqiu's smile resembled Chu Shuming's.

The corner of Zhong Ying's mouth curled up, as if Shen Ling knew it clearly.

Ning Mingzhi was upset when he heard the already noisy music.

He was impatient to know the name of the music, so as to escape from his dark memories.

Zhong Ying and Li Jinqiu played it so happily, and the piece was so passionate, it must be singing something, celebrating something.

Otherwise, how could they laugh while playing.

Eyebrows are full of happiness!

Ning Mingzhi endured the repeated torment of old events.

The jealousy that could not be shaken off when he was a teenager swept his soul again.

He wished that there would be no Yiyin Yashe, Chu Shuming, Zheng Wanqing and Feng Yuanqing in this world, only his Jingdu.

There was only him in Jing Du's eyes.

However, this roaring music did not stop for a long time.

The chapter, which far exceeds the length of a piano piece, is still continued in Zhong Ying's sudden down-tune and rapid allegro.

Li Jinqiu thinks he is a bad pianist, but he found the long-lost happiness in this piano piece.

His memory of the piano has always been heavy, and his fingertips will become stiff every time he plays.

Only by playing with Zhong Ying can he be in high spirits, forgetting his childhood when he played the piano numbly while holding back cursing.

He can rebuke hypocrites without scruple.

He can play the keys to mock hypocrites.

The piano should do whatever they want, vent their depressed thoughts, and express the deep voice of their souls for them.

Let the bastard in front of him know what a despicable and shameless hypocrite he is.

The long piece of music ended with Zhong Ying and Li Jinqiu's joy and wantonness.

Ning Mingzhi endured the torment of memory, and experienced all the pain of standing in a dark corner and suspecting the musicians of the Yiyin Yashe in the past, and was finally liberated.

"This song...is very good."

Even though he vomited blood in his heart and his breathing was heavy and painful, he forced a kind smile and praised: "As expected of a famous composer, I feel very honored that you can compose such music for me."

Li Jinqiu let out a sneer, which was clear and abrupt.

Ning Mingzhi frowned and sighed angrily, still resisting the discomfort in his heart, he asked the arrogant composer.

"What's its name?"

""hypocrite"."

Li Jinqiu looked at him with a brighter smile than ever before.

"Didn't I already tell you in the surveillance—"

"This piece of music is specially written to scold you, a hypocrite who is devoid of conscience and poses."