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Zhong Ying burst into tears and restrained himself for a long time before holding back.

Holding the piano case, he returned to Fanlin safely with Li Jinqiu, and he could see Master and Sister Xu from a distance.

Fan Chengyun's expression was solemn, and at first sight Zhong Ying was safe and sound, and finally stretched out.

"Just come back, just come back."

He sighed again and again, reached out and grabbed his apprentice's sleeve, and looked carefully.

It seemed that Zhong Ying had gone to a dragon's pond or a tiger's lair, which always made him worry that he would be hurt.

"You haven't heard from me at all, so I contacted the embassy and asked them to help keep an eye on Zai Ning's house. If Jingzi hadn't sent me your messages every day, saying that Ning Mingzhi liked you very much—"

As he said that, he sighed with mixed feelings, "Fortunately, you came back safe and sound."

Zhong Yingjian saw that the sockets of Master's eyes were red, probably because he remembered the past of his grandfather in Japan.

He immediately comforted him, "Master, I'm fine. I didn't see Ning Mingzhi very often at Zai Ning's house...Look, Mr. Shen's Zhuqin has also returned."

Perhaps only the Zhuqin, which is locked in the piano box and carries everyone's expectations, can appease Fan Chengyun, who is intertwined with anger and worry.

They walked back to the piano store in silence, put the piano case on the counter, and opened it gently.

With a body of dark red lacquered wood and behind the forehead where thirteen strings gather, there are long light blue tassels, quietly and serenely showing its shape that has not changed for thousands of years.

"well……"

Fan Chengyun wanted to say something, but couldn't get it out smoothly.

Tears flowed from his reddened eyes, weeping uncontrollably in front of a Zhuqin that he had never seen before.

This is Shen Ling's qin, and it is also the qin that Lin Wanggui is looking for hard.

Thousands of years of wind and rain did not bend its promoted piano body and silver strings, but many fragile and thin figures fell down, leaving behind a ray of firm and persistent soul.

The Qin Xing was so quiet that there was only a low sob left, and Zhong Ying's already surging emotions became flooded in Fan Chengyun's tears.

"Come on, let's go to the piano hall, let's tell Wanggui."

Fan Chengyun closed the piano case, smiled, took Zhong Ying's arm, and walked into Fan Lin.

Both the teacher and the apprentice were tearful, both excited and sad, and finally strode to the piano hall, ignoring the great hero Li Jinqiu.

The long corridor of the piano store is spacious and quiet, Li Jinqiu looked at it with red eyes, and turned around with a smile.

"No, I'm going to cry if I stay any longer."

He looked at Sister Xu who was secretly wiping away tears, and said in a low voice, "Sister Xu, I'm leaving first, and I'll come back next time."

"Next time?" Ning Xuexu was crying, but nodded with her calm expression.

"Well. Let me know when you come, and I will prepare tea for you."

Li Jinqiu didn't know how many times he had been to Fan Lin, but he had never received such serious care from Ning Xuexu.

He was stunned when he heard it, and suddenly understood, and smiled, "Okay, thank you sister Xu. I must remember to put Tongtong on it."

I can't live up to sister Xu's kindness.

Li Jinqiu left, Ning Xuexu looked at the empty street, and closed the long-open door of the piano store.

Fan Lin returned to her usual deserted and lonely life, but when she walked along the corridor to the piano hall, she could hear a high-pitched and passionate tone, singing generously under the tap of a bamboo ruler.

Zhong Yingduan sat in front of Lin Wanggui's portrait, holding the thousand-year-old building in his arms, and tapped the heavily composed "Great Wind Song" with a bamboo ruler.

He has played this piece of music for his grandfather countless times, and struck the copied Zhuqin countless times.

But there was never a time when I couldn't restrain the rush of happiness and pain in my heart. In the midst of great sorrow and joy, I played a unique song "the wind rises, the clouds fly, Vega comes home and returns to my hometown"!

"Return to hometown, return to hometown..."

Fan Chengyun stood aside, smiling and gossiping with Lin Wanggui, "Now that Zhuqin is back, your soul should be back too. I told you back then, don't keep looking for Ning Mingzhi, everything will be fine when he dies." Get better. You don't listen, you don't believe, now that Qin is here, you should be happy!"

He couldn't hold back his tears, he raised his sleeve and wiped it again, took the seven strings to live in seclusion, and indulged in the music with Zhong Ying.

The sound of the strings over there, clattering, clattering, thumping, stroking here, the sound of the strings overwhelmed the crying and melancholy, leaving only a piece of carefree and wanton, and occasional laughter.

From day to night, Fan Lin resounded through the rhythm of the strings.

The two masters and apprentices, playing the piano and building, pulling the strings and ringing the bell, played from a song "Hungry can't be eaten by a tiger" to "Angelica can be returned from afar", tirelessly and without stopping.

It was Ning Xuexu who persuaded: "Uncle Fan, rest, you still have to rehearse "Millennium Yuefu" for Master."

Fan Chengyun's fingers were numb and fell on the strings, looking at her with blurred vision.

"Oh, yes." He nodded, and there was another chord sound at his fingertips, "It's time to think about it, and invite someone to join us in a row of "Millennium Yuefu"!"

When Li Jinqiu returned home, it was rare to see Zhou Juntong dangling in his slippers.

Confined in the Zaining mansion for more than ten days, the depressed mood disappeared in the sound of my sister's unruly slippers.

"Huh? Bro, are you back? Where did you go?"

Zhou Juntong didn't realize that those who were heavily dependent on mobile phones had lost their personal freedom if they didn't reply to messages for more than ten days.

Just now, seeing his younger sister's cute and cute brother, he frowned.

"You don't know where I'm going, and you don't call the police for me?!"

"..." Zhou Juntong's arm holding the snack froze, and she replied with a look of shock and astonishment, "Didn't you tell me not to disturb you, do you have something important to do!"

Li Jinqiu frowned, "How is that possible!"

The villain filed a complaint first, and Zhou Juntong was so angry that he took out his mobile phone and turned over the old account on the spot.

"Look, look!"

The bright screen was almost stuffed into Li Jinqiu's eyes.

The great composer snatched the phone, and found that Zhou Juntong's mighty question was at the top, and the words were clearly written——

"Secret, I won't tell you, lest you come to disturb me."

"Shut down, don't read when you are dead."

Li Jinqiu looked at the last message he sent before boarding the plane when he was in high spirits and was about to go to Japan to do an earth-shattering event with Zhong Ying.

If he was killed silently by that old pervert Ning Mingzhi, his dear sister would probably still be angry and curiously waiting: What is the big deal? My brother has no news at all?

Li Jinqiu was speechless, and silently returned the phone to Zhou Juntong.

"You are really my good sister."

He looked painful and complicated, and seriously reflected on his mistakes, "Fortunately, this sentence did not become my last words."

Otherwise, if Taishe died, others would think he committed suicide on purpose.

Zhou Juntong:?

Li Jinqiu, who almost left his last words in advance, returned home and planned to start a new life.

He quietly waited for Zhong Ying's news, and decided to learn more by the way to improve his cultural literacy.

The extracurricular reading "Complete Works of Han Yuefu", which was once unbearable, has become a chapter for Mr. Li to recite before going to bed.

Even in his sleep, he could smell the smoke of gunpowder and the flames of war, he could hear horses neighing and tigers roaring, running in the wilderness at the foot of the mountain, lying drunk on the battlefield to order soldiers.

The thousand-year-old Yuefu, the complex poems, and the vast universe of the Han and Tang Dynasties, in the obscure and rhythmic words, weaved a dream for him.

He saw Yangliu Yiyi, leaving people and returning to his hometown, and he also saw peaches and plums full of gardens, and the spring was everywhere.

The blurred faces in those black and white photos have bright colors in the dream.

Mr. Shen, whom he had known for a long time, was wearing a moon-white gown, and his short hair was slightly tied behind his ears. When he saw him coming, he smiled and said to him——

Buzz!

The phone vibrated crazily, and Li Jinqiu woke up from his dream. He couldn't hear what Mr. Shen was going to say at all, and he was only angry about getting up.

He can't wait for the dragon to roar, and seriously reflect on why he didn't shut down completely.

"Hey?"

He angrily picked up the phone that woke him up, wanting to scold the person on the other side of the phone, why is it so important to call.

Who knows, they laughed before saying anything.

"Brother Qiu, are you still sleeping?"

Zhong Ying's voice was full of disbelief, "It's already afternoon!"

Every day of Li Jinqiu starts in the afternoon.

Zhong Ying invited him to Qingling Lake College in person to give them some professional guidance and help for their first rehearsal of "Millennium Yuefu".

Even though Li Jinqiu had a headache and was drowsy, he immediately regained his energy when he heard "Millennium Yuefu" and Qingling Lake College.

"Okay, I'll come."

I will never shirk it, and I want to take this opportunity to avenge my shame, and let the students who have had a lot of opinions take a serious look at what an expert is!

However, full of ambition, Li Jinqiu arrived at the auditorium of the college, only to find that the participants of "Millennium Yuefu" this time were not students, but experts who were more professional than him.

"Mr. Hongyan's pipa, Brother Qiu must have heard it. This time, she and her eldest disciple Hu Le are using the Mulan pipa on stage."

"Teacher Fang Lan is on vacation recently, and she has no teaching assignments, so she just happened to be able to pick up Morning Dew."

"For the chime bells, we invited teacher Qi Changxun. He just came back from performing in Australia, and he was in charge of the chime bells of the performance troupe."

Zhong Ying introduced them one by one. Even Li Jinqiu, who is usually at odds with international musicians, respectfully adopted the attitude that juniors should have, and saluted the masters.

Famous teachers produce outstanding apprentices. Zhong Ying is not only Fan Chengyun's apprentice, but also his pipa, chime bells, and erhu are all taught by famous masters and personally taught.

The teachers treat him like they treat their favorite students, and cooperate with him with confidence.

Zhong Ying is mainly responsible for playing the ten-stringed qin and Zhuqin.

At the premiere of Yiyin Yasha, Shisan Xianzhu, who was unable to make it to the stage, finally waited for its own stage.

Standing quietly under the stage, Li Jinqiu looked up at the ensemble of many folk music masters and listened to the sound of ancient musical instruments, and a strong impulse arose in his heart.

This piano, this bell, and this pipa were made by luthiers who were unknown thousands of years ago.

The poems are still the poems of thousands of years ago, but the music is no longer sad and sad.

They have passed through the fingertips of the birthers of the prosperous and prosperous age, infused with new vigorous vitality, showing that the eternal blood of China is still boiling.

At the end of the performance, Li Jinqiu felt dazzling and raised his hand to rub.

Before he rubbed his eyes with a thousand emotions in his heart, Zhong Ying came over with a smile and sent him a new task.

"Brother Qiu, what you listened to just now was the music ensemble of Yiyin Yashe, but we hope that before this ensemble, you can help compose a symphony."

"Okay!" Li Jinqiu let go of his hand, blinking his eyes and asked, "What theme, what instrument, you tell me, I'll start writing right away."

The genius' self-confidence made Zhong Ying laugh out loud.

"Instruments will follow the current form of folk music orchestras, adding violins and cellos to complement the timbre. You can add any instruments you want."

After all, it is the first concert of Qingling Lake Academy. Thousands of musicians are ready to go, and they are willing to contribute to this eternal music.

However, Zhong Ying seriously asked: "However, our opening is a "Elegy Song"."

"Oh..." Li Jinqiu felt that the name was quite ethereal, "What song is that?"

There was good-natured laughter around, and the masters heard the composer's question, and they all felt that this Zhong Ying Brother Qiu was really cuter and kinder than the rumors said.

Unlike a cold and arrogant young man.

Li Jinqiu didn't know why, but from everyone's kind eyesight, they felt that this "Elegy for the Coffin" was unusual.

He frowned and looked at Zhong Ying.

Zhong Ying raised the corners of his mouth and said, ""Elegy for the Coffin" is a funeral song."

Li Jinqiu was shocked. He was waiting to hear the elegant and solemn Han Yuefu, but he didn't expect to start with a mourning song?

"why!"

He couldn't help asking.

The eyes of the masters became more benevolent, Zhong Ying put away his smile, and recited in a low voice: "The dew on the scallion, He Yixi. The dew will fall again in the Ming Dynasty, and when a person dies, when will he return."

"Whoever lives in Artemisia, there is no virtuous or foolish soul to gather souls. Uncle Gui, whoever urges you, can't afford to hesitate about human life."

One is "Xielu" and the other is "Haoli". The lyrics and music are sad and the voices are parting.

Even if you just recite these words and sentences, you can feel the desolation and bitterness between the lines.

But Zhong Ying said: "We want to use a song "Elegy Song" to commemorate the deceased people of Yiyin Yashe."

What they want to do is not simply a symphony of instruments from Yiyin Yashe, but a melody that brings together all the excellent instruments to play a perfect movement for the deceased.

Whether it is Western music or new folk music, the brilliant music culture created together should be conveyed in a "Elegy Song" to these great deceased who look forward to the extinguishment of the war and the prosperity of the country and the people.

This is the reason they continue to search for instruments, and it is their prayer for the dead.

Pray that in the world of the dead, the voices of the living can still be heard.

Li Jinqiu took up this important task without hesitation. He needed to be familiar with reciting and checking materials, and there were two more songs in Han Yuefu.

Zhong Ying, as the chief assistant, accompanied him to play the piano and pick the strings.

The finger that hurt the fingertip before was covered with a thin layer of armor, which did not affect Zhong Ying's music and melody at all.

Li Jinqiu was distressed and delighted, "Fortunately, when we finish rehearsing the normal concert and the official performance, your finger will be completely healed."

He wasn't worried at all that Zhong Ying's skills would become rusty because he hadn't played the strings with his flesh armor for a long time.

But he was more worried that Zhong Ying took on the task of playing Ten Strings Yayun and Thirteen Strings Building, which would affect the healing of his nails.

"Where's your master?" He asked suddenly.

"Master Fan should be able to play the ten-string qin, even if he only uses the seven strings, he can still play the Han Yuefu this time."

"Yes, yes." Zhong Ying took off his armor and replied with a smile, "But, Master wants to accompany Grandpa to the concert, so he will not participate in this premiere."

Reproduce the "Millennium Yuefu" by Yiyin Yashe, with many famous pianos.

Fan Chengyun, as a respected guqin master who has been around for several years, did not participate in the premiere, which really puzzled many people.

However, Zhong should be very understanding.

He made an appointment with Li Jinqiu to compose the music next time, returned to Fanlin, greeted Sister Xu, and went straight to the piano hall.

Last week, Zai Jingzi finally kept his promise and sent over all the manuscript materials and Lin Wanggui's video.

From that day on, Master closed the door to thank guests, and stayed in the piano hall all day long, watching videos and playing the piano.

When Zhong Ying walked in, the young Lin Wanggui on the screen was playing a song "Questions and Answers for Fishermen and Woodcutters" lamely.

Grandpa's piano skills are really bad.

Moreover, in this video, he is even younger, probably in his twenties or thirties, and he is very unfamiliar with even the basics of picking strings and splashing.

But Fan Chengyun didn't find the sound of the piano harsh at all.

In front of him is a thick and long short clear, which blends with the stiff sound of the clattering piano in the video, as if across time, playing a dialogue between a fisherman and a woodcutter with Lin Wanggui.

Zhong Ying walked quietly, not disturbing the master's pleasure.

He walked to the table in the back, and the research manuscript spread out had annotations in unfamiliar handwriting, which should be traces left by Ning Mingzhi.

Beside the poem of "Yi Lan Cao", it says——

"I can't see the orchid, and the yin and yang are separated. It's called the underworld."

In the sentence of "War City South", a sentence flew out obliquely——

"The dead are resurrected, and they are regarded as soldiers from heaven, and they travel with crows."

He swept his eyes lightly, and frowned with resentment in his heart.

Of the four ancient songs of the Zaining School, two capitals can be seen in the manuscripts of the Han Yuefu in the Yiyin Yashe, where traces of Ning Mingzhi's appropriation and evolution can be glimpsed.

Zhong Yingcha over Zaining School's commentary on ancient music.

What "Yellow Spring" comes from "Ancient Matters" in "The Country of Yellow Springs". The goddess mourned the loss of her son and went to the land of Yellow Springs to lament for the dead.

What "Heaven Falls" comes from "Ancient Matters", the god of art and life, who came with his troops, resurrected the dead, carried crows to fight everywhere, and finally built a temple in the glory of the kingdom of sunrise.

He looked at it with mocking eyes, and after a while, the video stopped, and Fan Chengyun's piano sound also stopped.

The guqin master, who was immersed in the carefree ensemble, saw his apprentice so focused, and said with a smile:

"Jingzi said that in the process of sorting out these manuscripts, Ning Mingzhi's disciples suffered a great blow. They joined the Zaining School, and the chapters of "Ancient Affairs" that they believed in all their lives turned out to be China's "Han Yuefu."

Zhong Ying heard this, flipped through the manuscript, and stopped looking at Ning Mingzhi's eye-catching handwriting.

""Kojiki" was originally a collection of stories that Japan imitated our myths and made up indiscriminately. It also deliberately lengthened the history of the emperor's existence and strengthened their emperor's divinity and theocracy. The music derived from this kind of thing, What good can it do?"

Fan Chengyun laughed kindly, and corrected him earnestly: "They also learned from us about the natural imperial power. It's just that after generations of history books have been perfected and revised, they got rid of the traces of blunt copying, but they can't change it. source of influence."

He reached out and turned back the manuscript, and Ning Mingzhi's annotations were clearly visible.

"In "Han Yuefu", Pu Wei Mingming cried out for the generals who died in battle. In "Heavenly Falling", Pu Wei Mingming can also be the mourning for their generals who died in battle."

"Music, it is impossible to say who is right and who is wrong. Even if it is first come first, the one who is really praised is not necessarily the first comer."

Fan Chengyun has traveled a lot internationally and has a deep understanding of the exchanges and influences between cultures.

Whether it is Chinese culture or Western culture, they are inevitably mutually promoting each other and exerting a subtle influence on each other.

The audience likes the ancient Japanese songs of the Zaining school, and also likes the famous Chinese guqin songs. When it comes to the real stage, they go to accuse whoever stole who robbed who tampered with, but in the end they lose the reason why the music was born.

Fan Chengyun sighed, and said: "What I have been expecting is not to overthrow the Zaining school, nor to ban them from playing the four songs of Zaining, but to really play the "Han Yuefu" by Yiyin Yasha, and tell the Japanese, tell this world--"

"Ning Mingzhi is just a toddler in Handan, imitating others, which is extremely ridiculous."

Zhong Ying's eyes brightened, and he saw a vast future from what Master expected.

He said: "This is also my expectation. And, we will achieve such expectations soon!"

The exchange of Wen Wuyi should promote the music that is unique to China. The reappearance of Yiyin Yashe on the stage is the beginning of their grand goal.

Fan Chengyun looked at his apprentice with a smile, reached out and patted Zhong Ying on the shoulder.

"How is the arrangement of the "Elegy Song"?"

"Brother Qiu plans to add timpani to make the "Elegy" even more magnificent. We will start the prelude with the chimes. This mourning song is louder than ever."

He happily explained everything he had discussed with Li Jinqiu.

A piece of music that is not sad, full of the younger generations telling the elders about the peace and happiness of today, it is all their blessings to the old people of Yiyin Yashe.

Fan Chengyun listened quietly.

After listening to the idea of ​​"Elegy Song" which carries many wishes, he finally raised the corners of his mouth and said kindly: "Xiao Ying, come with me."

Zhong Ying followed Fan Chengyun, walked through Fan Lin's simple corridor, and walked into the warehouse that he rarely visited.

It contains the account books of the piano business, and the income and expenditure of grandpa's selection of piano materials. It is like a financial room full of safes. Only sister Xu and the master come occasionally.

At this time, Fan Chengyun walked to the innermost safe, skillfully entered the password and fingerprints, and opened the thick safe door.

He took out a thick stack of neatly arranged letters, and placed them in front of Zhong Ying one by one day by day.

Zhong Ying was stunned, seeing the familiar handwriting.

It was the pen that grandpa used to, and it wrote "To Xiaoying" in a free and easy way, obviously it was a letter addressed to him.

However, he had never heard of it, nor had he seen it.

I don't even know when grandpa wrote it in this thick stack.

"I hope he is thoughtful and considerate. Whether it is his own experience of playing the piano or the preferences of those acquaintances, he has carefully written it into the booklet and left it to us."

Zhong Ying knew exactly what Fan Chengyun said about the booklet.

Relying on those manuals, he learned the guqin bit by bit, understood the different material structures of the guqin, pipa, and erhu, and learned the research and production skills of a musical instrument called "Lin Wanggui".

Master also relied on those manuals to maintain the relationship with friends who were looking for musical instruments together, and found some friendly people whom Lin Wanggui only knew, and discussed the matter of finding the objects together.

But that's not what Fan Chengyun wanted to talk about.

He picked up the letter on the top and carefully pulled out the letter paper, feeling melancholy.

"However, Wanggui is sometimes extreme and stubborn. Just like these letters, he wrote to you every day, but I still don't want to show you."

Those were exhortations written on letter paper, and they were Lin Wanggui's arrangements and requirements for Zhong Ying's future after he adopted Zhong Ying.

After Lin Wanggui's death, Fan Chengyun sorted out the belongings and discovered these sealed documents.

It's a pity that he is not the kind of person who keeps a distance and respects the sense of ritual that Lin Wanggui expected.

When Fan Chengyun saw these secret documents "to Xiaoying", he opened them without thinking, and carefully studied what the old man wanted to say to his grandson before he died.

If you don't read it, you don't know. After reading it, he understands why Lin Wanggui adopted Zhong Ying.

Why didn't you tell him.

Fan Chengyun handed the letter that he had read countless times to Zhong Ying.

He said: "The first day I saw you, I knew you were talented and a good seed for playing and learning the piano. But you are so small and cute. I don't want you to live a miserable and humble life like Wang Gui. You are happy and happy. Even if you completely forget Yiyin Yashe and Wanggui's responsibilities entrusted to you, I will not blame you."

Speaking of old things, Fan Chengyun couldn't help sighing.

Suddenly, he evoked a smile.

"However, your song "Hua Ge" shocked me."

The sonorous music composed by Zhong Ying and performed on stage at the age of nine has the indomitable spirit of the 5000-year-old sword in the land of China.

Hearing this, Fan Chengyun felt in his heart that if he couldn't do his best to find the instrument from Yiyin Yashe for Zhong Ying, he would be failing the child's innate sincerity.

Therefore, he taught Zhong Ying the guqin, and asked famous masters to teach Zhong Ying the pipa, erhu, and chime bells, making full preparations for the future gathering at this time.

It was not because of his best friend's last wish and persistence, nor was it because of his obligation as a member of the Shen family.

Instead, Zhong Ying's wish was engraved into the soul and written into the "Hua Ge", and the sound played the silver strings, and no one could shake it.

An old letter was written on a thin sheet of paper.

Fan Chengyun looked kindly, and said: "Look slowly, it's all from Wanggui's heart."

"However, I hope you don't blame him, he is a stubborn old guy..."

He said, with a sad smile, "I never taught you as he expected, but you still became what he expected."

Fan Chengyun left a table of letters, Shi Shiran left the room, and went back to the piano studio where he and his best friend lived.

Zhong Ying's confusion welled up in his heart, and when he saw the words written by his grandfather, he understood the master's sentence "Don't blame him".

The free and easy words, somewhat scribbled, clearly written in black and white——

"Xiao Ying:"

Grandpa's opening was straightforward and concise, "You were born for only one thing, and you only need to remember one thing."

"You have to retrieve the instruments of the Yiyin Yashe, and the voices left behind in the world."