world class art fanatic

The guest rooms in Bellou Manor are spacious and luxurious with two bedrooms and one living room, with built-in toilets and bathtubs, combining the luxury experience of the Middle Ages with the comfort of modern society.

Of course, it would be even better if there are no bodyguards guarding the door and you can come in and out freely.

"To be honest, I haven't figured out what this is all about."

Li Jinqiu sat on the sofa in the living room, crossed his arms, and asked questions.

A few minutes ago, he was still waiting for Bellew to discuss the "Golden Bell" with him. Why was he locked up a few minutes later?Are you still locked up with Zhong Ying?

Zhong Ying stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the green trees and green waters of Bellu Manor.

"Because I lied to Bellou, saying that I was a 28-year-old luthier, and wanted to cheat him of something."

This is lying and deceiving, and Li Jinqiu can't understand it after hearing it.

"Then shouldn't I be the hero who exposed your true colors? Why did he imprison me together?!"

The composer's protest made Zhong Ying's depressed mood slightly better.

He raised the corner of his mouth and said in a joking tone: "Perhaps Bellou is too suspicious, thinking that the mysterious Chinese can do some kind of magic. It's not safe to leave you outside, and sooner or later you will be bewitched by me, like Dome Nick was just as duped."

"So, it's better to lock you up too, it's safer."

Li Jinqiu frowned, feeling that what he said seemed right, but also seemed wrong.

Zhong Ying does have the ability to deceive people.

As long as he plucked the strings with his fingers, Li Jinqiu felt that it was nothing to deceive Beilu. After careful calculation, maybe Beilu who listened to the piano made money.

Li Jinqiu, who had a smooth logic, became a little less anxious because of the loss of his mobile phone.

He looked Zhong Ying up and down, only to realize that today's young people are dressed very maturely, and even their bangs have become old-fashioned.

Li Jinqiu asked curiously: "What do you want to lie to him?"

"Ten-string Qin." Zhong Ying, whose plan failed, didn't mind chatting, "It's the Tang Dynasty Guqin that Bellu said he gave to my master."

Li Jinqiu remembered.

Zhou Juntong was crying so hard that he did say something about the ten-stringed qin in the Tang Dynasty.

The composer, who had a bad memory, retrieved the information fragments that he had been careless at that time. He stretched out his hands to support the sofa, straightened out his thoughts lazily, and finally grasped the key to the problem.

"Belu gave it to your master, why are you lying?"

"Because he gave you a fake piano." Zhong Ying sighed, "I was going to take the real one just now."

He didn't complain a word, but Li Jinqiu was full of guilt.

As if "it's about to take away the real thing" is equivalent to "it's all because of your talkativeness that didn't work out".

Li Jinqiu, who didn't have a mobile phone, leaned on the sofa in pain, full of resistance and struggle.

Rationally speaking, Zhong Ying admitted that he wanted to take other people's things and did something bad, and he exposed that the other party was doing harm for Bellu.

From an emotional point of view...he really felt a little guilty.

Isn't it just a piano?Belu agreed to give it to Master Fan anyway, so what kind of friend is it to send a fake one, it should be a real one.

That being the case, it is reasonable for Zhong Ying, as Master Fan's only apprentice, to come to help with the piano.

Li Jinqiu suddenly convinced himself.

He glanced at Zhong Ying, the young man was always standing by the window, staring at the leaves falling in the garden lake, bored.

Sure enough, without a mobile phone, everyone is equally miserable.

So, he stood up and walked to the door, knocking on the inside of the closed door.

"Hey, if Mr. Bellew doesn't want any problems at the birthday concert, you'd better let me out."

Soon, the bodyguard over there replied.

"Mr. Domenic said that the rehearsal of "Golden Bells" was perfect, and even if you were not there, the birthday concert would go smoothly."

Li Jinqiu narrowed his eyes slightly, realizing that the cunning pianist had already taken the opportunity to abandon him.

He raised his voice and asked: "What about Zhong Ying, he is a solo instrument player! The birthday concert can't be done without him."

The bodyguard replied more decisively, "Mr. Domenic said that Zhong Ying is a genius, and he doesn't need to rehearse, he can just perform on stage. Of course, if he is still willing to perform."

Good guy, sell two at a time!

According to this meaning, Domenic not only abandoned the composer, but also the protagonist of the concerto. Maybe he would change the concerto into a piano concerto or sonata in a high-sounding manner, satisfying his hobby of changing songs randomly and making the piano stand out.

When Li Jinqiu thought that his Guqin Concerto might turn into a piano sonata, he suddenly felt that Domenic was devoid of conscience and his heart could be punished.

With his exaggerated acting skills in the living room and his deliberate calling, Li Jinqiu understood what was going on——

This old guy must have relied on his 40-year friendship with Bellou to repeatedly emphasize that he has no knowledge, is purely innocent, and was also deceived by Zhong Ying!

He squinted his eyes slightly, tossed and turned over his "Golden Bell", fidgeting, finally let go of the bodyguard, and went straight to the window to ask Zhong Ying for verification.

"You lied to Bellou with Domenique, didn't you?"

Li Jinqiu was very sure, "Only Domenic, a cunning guy, can fool Bellew and get away with it, and even got me locked up."

His tone was filled with the pain of losing his mobile phone, as well as his condemnation of Domenic.

"This is so unfair!"

Zhong Ying looked at him in a blink of an eye, and felt that Li Jinqiu's temper was very understandable.

He was as restless as a child, even standing by the window, he couldn't calm down, and when he frowned and complained, he tapped on the window with his fingers, making a gesture of severe mobile phone dependence.

Zhong Ying's last bit of complaints about telling the truth turned into helplessness in the knocking of the glass window.

"Domenic was able to bring me in. I am already very grateful to him, and I have no intention of asking him to share the joys and sorrows with me."

Li Jinqiu was surprised by his tolerance, and pointed to himself remindingly, "Then you plan to share weal and woe with me?"

Zhong Ying looked at him with a smile, "It's not what I thought."

It was obviously Bellou's persecution paranoia, and even Li Jinqiu didn't let it go, which made this restless composer continue to fidget.

Two not-so-familiar musicians spent an unpleasant afternoon in the spacious suite.

The sumptuous dinner sent by Bellu Manor can give them all the help except freedom.

They watched the courtyard lake in the living room and watched the sunset.

The room remained silent for a long time until night fell.

Li Jinqiu didn't have a mobile phone, no music, and the room didn't even have a TV that made noise. He felt like he was going crazy.

But his cellmate Zhong Ying can always sit peacefully by the window, as if looking at the courtyard with a single view can spend a long life.

This was unbelievable, he couldn't imagine what kind of life Zhong Ying usually lived.

Finally, when the street lamps could illuminate the courtyard and emit a gentle glow, Li Jinqiu's patience reached the limit.

"Can we talk?" he asked.

Zhong Ying could recover from his thoughts at any time, and turned to look at him, "What are you talking about?"

"Anything, if you can sing, you can sing a song for me!"

Li Jinqiu was so willful that he couldn't stand the quiet confinement.

So, Zhong Ying, who had nothing to do, thought about it, raised his hands, and hung them in front of him.

Like playing an ancient qin, he pressed the non-existent strings with his fingertips in the void, and plucked the non-existent strings skillfully and smoothly.

Li Jinqiu was stunned.

He can also be regarded as a composer who has seen mime dramas and has a very high artistic quality. He has never seen Zhong Ying's technique of playing the piano in the void!

"What are you doing?" Li Jinqiu couldn't believe it.

While playing, Zhong Ying said, "I'm learning from Tao Yuanming."

"Huh?" Li Jinqiu is also an educated intellectual, and he clearly understands who Tao Yuanming is.

A hermit and pastoral poet in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, wrote "The Story of Peach Blossom Spring" and "Returning to the Garden", but...

"I've never heard of it, he still has this hobby!"

Zhong Ying didn't know why, but when he heard Li Jinqiu speak, he wanted to laugh.

A willful, straightforward, and pure composer, he always uses some unique vocabulary to express his views, accurately and uniquely poking at the corresponding emotions.

With a gentle smile, he didn't stop his hands, and he was full of concentration in picking and wiping.

Even if he doesn't have a guqin at hand, he can improvise accurately and keep the melody in mind.

Zhong Ying explained slowly in the gentle and melodious music: "Tao Yuanming has a plain qin, and he is often accompanied by wine. He enjoys playing the plain qin. A plain qin is a qin without strings. He once said: 'But knowing the qin Zhongqu, why bother singing.'”

"So, we are in prison, as long as we have music in our hearts, we can also pick chrysanthemums and see Nanshan leisurely under the eastern fence."

Li Jinqiu was very generous and raised his hand to applaud him.

This awareness, this thought, should not be locked in the same room with him, but should be locked in the basement, so that Zhong Ying can play the melody without strings and see Nanshan in his heart in a dark place where there is no light.

Unfortunately, Zhong Ying was not joking.

There are millions of music scores in his mind, and he can play them accurately at any time, and he is very focused on playing for Li Jinqiu.

Li Jinqiu, who was restless, folded his hands, sat on the sofa and listened hard to the silent music.

He had to admit that Zhong Ying's fingering was extremely beautiful, kneeling and knocking, showing the meaning of the piano.

However, Dvořák's Ninth Symphony and Rachmaninoff's Third Piano Concerto sounded in his mind, and he recalled many scores that were both elegant and popular, but none of them could match Zhong Ying's fingering, which made him The mood is more irritable.

This place doesn't even have a sheet of music paper, so what's the difference between it and a prison?

The more he watched Zhong Ying play the piano leisurely, the more he felt the humming in his ears was so quiet that he couldn't understand what it is to pick chrysanthemums leisurely under the eastern fence, and what it is to be imprisoned and have lofty aspirations...

He just felt that his eyes were so noisy!

Zhong Ying was immersed in the carefree and comfortable melody of returning to the garden, and suddenly saw the quiet Li Jinqiu standing up on the sofa.

He strode into the next room and slammed the door shut with a low and impatient voice.

"Good night, sleep!"

Early the next morning, Bellou's assistant knocked on the door and delivered breakfast to them himself.

Zhong Ying felt that Li Jinqiu must have had a hard time last night.

His tired look was as gloomy as when he first met, as if he had been suffering from insomnia.

Then, on this night of confinement, the insomnia became more thorough, and he could tell from his expression that he was in a state of exhaustion.

"Mr. Assistant, I have nothing to do with Li Jinqiu. Is it necessary to lock him up too?"

Li Jinqiu frowned and raised his head, as if he was confused by Zhong Ying speaking for him.

"Mr. Bellou just wants to ensure that the birthday concert can go smoothly. If Mr. Li reveals your whereabouts outside, it will be more difficult for us."

The assistant replied sincerely, "If Mr. Li feels too tired, he doesn't have to travel with us later."

Li Jinqiu asked in a low voice, "Where are you going?"

The assistant said politely: "Mr. Bellou believes that Mr. Zhong has a great misunderstanding of him, so I hope that Mr. Zhong can spare a day today to visit the Harrison Bellew Museum and fully understand Mr. Bellou's contribution to China. Contributions made—”

Before he finished speaking, Li Jinqiu stood up.

"Even if I went to the museum and recited the introductory speech that praised Bellou, I would not want to stay in this ghost place. There are no mobile phones, no music, and no TV here. It's a hell on earth!"

Li Jinqiu looked at the assistant, didn't feel that he was impolite at all, and said bluntly:

"If Bellew lived to be 96 because of such a secret, then I would rather die young."

After finishing speaking, he left, very chic.

I don't mind this trip to the museum at all, it is an ideological education class specially arranged by Bellu for Zhong Ying.

When they got in the car, Zhong Ying wanted to say something to Li Jinqiu, but found that the exhausted composer closed his eyes and wrote "I'm tired, don't make noise" all over his face.

Zhong Ying stopped bothering and waited quietly for the car to start, admiring the street view.

It wasn't his first visit to Florence, but it was his first visit to the museum built by Bello.

Beside the spacious and busy road, a flat and elegant ancient Roman-style stone square is opened up.

After the knight sculptures lined up in the square, there are long retro steps.

The classical blue and gray Roman column gate of the museum attracts tourists to come and go and take pictures.

Zhong Ying and the others, escorted by assistants and bodyguards, crossed the square and climbed the steps, and entered the Harrison Bellew Museum without hindrance.

The museum with more than [-] pieces of historical relics, without the exhibits donated to Qingling Lake Museum, still does not lose its solemnity. The largest main hall is still the world of Chinese cultural relics.

As soon as Zhong Ying walked in, he saw "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" hanging in the glass wall in the middle of the China Hall.

The turquoise landscape, falling in the long yellowed scrolls, under the soft and clear light, has become a highlight of the Bello Museum.

The assistant took them to stop in front of the painting, and he said with a polite smile:

"We specially invited a professional narrator to explain the history of the museum to the two. I hope that the two of you can understand Mr. Bellou's painstaking efforts after listening to the explanation and visiting the museum."

With that said, he went to contact the staff next to him.

Li Jinqiu took a short nap in the car, and his energy improved a lot. He frowned and asked in a low voice, "Does Bellu want to brainwash you?"

Zhong Ying was noncommittal, staring at the painting "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" in front of him.

Li Jinqiu said again: "Looking at you like this, you must be very determined, but I can't. I am very kind and easy to believe in other people's rhetoric. If they find an eloquent explanation and brainwash me, maybe I will Turn around and confess Domenic."

Zhong Ying's attention finally left "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" and turned to look at him, wondering why Li Jinqiu said it was so easy to betray his friend.

"I thought you would maintain your neutral position. After all, Mr. Domenic is your friend."

Li Jinqiu is very satisfied that he is more important than a painting.

He raised his chin slightly, and said capriciously: "It was true before yesterday, but he failed to get me out of Bellu Manor, so I unilaterally decided to break up with him."

Zhong Ying was so childish that he laughed, but the composer felt that he had grasped the truth about making friends, with a serious face, thinking that there was nothing wrong with clearly distinguishing between grievances and grievances.

Zhong Ying was about to defend Dominic when a familiar call interrupted their chat.

"Brother? Mr. Zhong?"

Zhou Juntong, who came from a distance, was wearing a long casual dress and looked at them in surprise, "Why are you here?"

"You haven't returned home yet?"

When Li Jinqiu saw her appear, he immediately assumed the indifferent majesty of his brother.

Zhou Juntong replied innocently: "I'm going back soon, but the curator said he wanted me to give an explanation of cultural relics to Mr. Belu's guests..."

Zhong Ying smiled, "We are Bellu's guests."

Li Jinqiu felt suddenly relieved, and sighed with emotion: "Don't worry about me being brainwashed now, you are not capable enough."

Zhou Juntong:?

Zhou Juntong returned to the Beilo Museum a week ago and carefully checked the records of the ten-stringed qin.

The source information of the ten-stringed harp in the museum is only dictated by Mr. Bellou.

There is no auction house transaction certificate, and there is no handover contract for Ten Xian Yayun.

The broken strings of the violin body and Bellew's auction house's statement are all the original records of the museum.

Zhou Juntong asked her teacher, but failed to get the answer she wanted. When she went to the curator for details, she received a request for help.

"Mr. Bellew said that he would like to invite an excellent employee who knows the museum and the history of the Bellew family's protection of cultural relics to give an explanation of the cultural relics to his guests. Although I would like to invite Betty or Fred, since you are back, I I just feel that there will be no one who knows and admires Mr. Bellou better than you."

"You will definitely give the guests a deep understanding of the greatness of Harrison Bellew."

In the past, the curator's words were absolutely correct.

Zhou Juntong studied cultural relics restoration in order to protect Chinese cultural relics, and he is famously admiring Bello in the Bello Museum.

She admires Belu's efforts for Chinese cultural relics, and marvels at the transnational friendship between Belu and Shen Ling. She can be said to be the number one fan of the founder of the museum.

However, that was before returning home.

Now, facing the guests Zhong Ying and Li Jinqiu who need to "understand how great Bellu is", she immediately felt that the curator would be disappointed in her.

Because Zhong Ying's words and the doubts of Shixian Yayun made her enlightened and full of doubts, and she even had doubts about the respected Bellu.

As for Li Jinqiu——

She had spent as long as five years trying to get her brother to admit Harrison Bellew's greatness but failed. She wanted to make her brother's iron tree bloom with just one commentary?

That would be easier than killing her!

The assistant was very dissatisfied seeing that Zhou Juntong knew them.

He said arrogantly: "I remember that what we want is a professional who respects Mr. Bellou, understands Mr. Bellew, and can speak Chinese and Italian."

"Well, indeed."

Without waiting for Zhou Juntong to explain, Li Jinqiu immediately agreed to the assistant's request, "After all, she can recite Beilu's deeds backwards, and she will not stop talking from morning to night. She can also add long personal comments, forcing me to sing the praises of the great Beilu every day like a pyramid scheme." Mr. Lu."

With a serious face, he spoke for Zhou Juntong, "The museum really did not choose the wrong interpreter. She is a professional in doing this kind of thing."

When the assistant heard Li Jinqiu's words, he showed an incredulous expression, and looked at Zhou Juntong as if asking for proof.

"Is that right?"

Zhou Juntong hesitated to speak, and wanted to do something, but he was hindered by the sight of everyone in public.

She gritted her teeth and glared at Li Jinqiu, and explained to the assistant politely: "My brother's words are not very far-fetched. But I do know the museum's cultural relics very well. If you think there is any problem with my explanation, you can contact the curator and choose another candidate."

As she said that, she didn't give the assistant a chance to hesitate to refuse, and raised her hand to signal the huge painting inlaid in the glass wall behind her.

"Then, let's start with this painting "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains"."

As a restorer who has accompanied the cultural relics of the museum for many years, Zhou Juntong knows this painting well.

She said: "This painting is 1191.5cm long and 51.5cm wide. It is in the form of a long scroll, depicting green landscapes, including rivers, mountains, and fishing boat villages. After our identification, although it is not an authentic painting by Wang Ximeng of the Northern Song Dynasty, it is The paper and ink are at least antiques from around [-], belonging to the copying works of the Qing Dynasty."

The imitations of cultural relics have become precious antiques because of their age.

Zhou Juntong described the scene and implication of this painting in detail, hesitated for a moment, looked at Zhong Ying, and then continued: "This copy painting, according to the museum records, was a practical gift from Mr. Shen to Mr. Beilu back then."

Zhong Ying looked at her calmly, feeling that Zhou Juntong's eyes were full of apprehension and thirst for knowledge.

After leaving the Qingling Lake Museum, she seemed to be more mature and introverted. She would not rashly tout the great friendship between Beilu and Shen Ling, but would look at herself as if seeking proof, waiting for Zhong Ying to agree or refute her statement.

Zhong Ying had indeed seen this facsimile painting.

It is a magazine in the archives of Yiyin Yashe. The background of the picture can clearly see the shades and clear colors of "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains", printed on black and white pages.

He stopped in front of the green mountains and green waters just now, just thinking: Is this painting the one he had seen before, or was Bellou asked someone else to copy it.

Now, the source of this painting is solid, and there is no need for him to be euphemistic.

He responded to Zhou Juntong's waiting, "The last time this painting appeared in Chinese records was in 1937. At that time, the first performance of Yiyin Yashe caused a sensation in Qingling Lake, and "Le Bao" specially wrote a special report for them, accompanied by The photo is of the members of the Yiyin Yashe, sitting in front of this copy of "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" from the Qing Dynasty, performing a performance."

With a gentle voice, he explained the facts, "It was originally in the Shen family's collection, and it disappeared in 1942 together with Shixian Yayun. Since Beilu stole the piano, I don't believe that this painting can still be given by Mr. Shen."

After Zhou Juntong listened, his expression was shocked.

Before she could say anything, the assistant beside her was furious and spoke up for Bellu!

"Before your parents were even born, Mr. Bellu and Shen Ling were already good friends who could not be separated from the ocean. If it weren't for his deep affection for Mr. Shen, this museum would never store this worthless Copying the painting!"

The assistant was arrogant and lectured Zhong Ying, "You know, the Bellu family has been the noble dukes of the kingdom since the twelfth century, and the wealth he possesses can easily buy the real product of "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains". Still need to steal it?"

Zhong Ying sneered, and replied: "I also want to know, why does Bellu steal when he is so rich."

The young man in front of him was too stubborn, and the assistant raised his eyebrows with anger.

"You really have no sense of gratitude."

Speaking of his emotionally instructing Zhou Juntong, "Tell him in detail quickly, how much Mr. Bellu bought back, the Chinese cultural relics sold by the Chinese themselves!"