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Harrison Bellew faints at a concert, causing panic.

Everyone woke up from the sad and sad music, and suddenly realized: this is not a concerto suitable for the elderly to celebrate their birthdays.

Zhong Ying finished playing, calmly watched the bodyguard assistants in the audience rushing away Bellou, and could still hear their chaotic voices of "calling a doctor" and "sending him to the hospital".

The scene was noisy and noisy, not at all like the atmosphere that just ended a wonderful performance.

He watched the crowd rush to the door, and then slowly passed the auditorium before picking up Shixian Yayun and walking backstage.

Li Jinqiu stood there and applauded him.

"A song "War City South", beautifully presented to Bellu."

An eloquent composer, always outspoken.

Under the glare of the bodyguards, Zhong Ying carefully put Ya Yun back into the piano case, and then said: "He probably just fainted from excitement. He has never done anything wrong in his life, and he is not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night. I don't know if he is in the audience. I haven't seen anyone I've hurt."

He couldn't give Bellew any sympathy.

How much mourning the ten strings and elegant rhymes have entrusted to the old man, it cannot be said that it is all given by this hypocritical good man, at least it is closely related to Bellu.

Harrison Bellew had done bad things and did not deserve a good death; but he had also done good things, and he was luckier than many people to live to the age of 97 safely and smoothly.

Zhong Ying felt that even if he was really scared to bed by the song "Battle City South" and died forever, his life was enough.

Li Jinqiu looked at the bodyguards around him, and asked intentionally, "What should we do now? Let's take the piano box and go straight to the airport while we're in the chaos?"

"Need not."

Zhong Ying slowly closed the piano case, feeling that Li Jinqiu's suggestion was pleasant and pleasant.

He smiled and said, "I saw Master, we can take it home now."

Facts have proved that Li Jinqiu's backhand writing is really useful.

Bellou and his party rushed out of the musical theater, and Zhou Juntong ran to the backstage to receive the credit.

She threw the note in her hand angrily, and complained: "Brother, your writing is getting more and more like an old Chinese doctor, so don't practice it when you have time!"

"Who has that carelessness?"

Li Jinqiu glanced at the ghost-drawing talisman note, crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the trash can, "As long as you can understand it."

Zhou Juntong didn't understand at all.

But she instinctively knew that Li Jinqiu was in trouble, otherwise she would never have lost contact with her cell phone or failed to reply to messages.

That was a patient with severe mobile phone addiction, and losing her mobile phone would have killed her brother.

Only violence and accidents can allow Li Jinqiu to rely on the original method of passing notes to tell her to do something.

So, Zhou Juntong immediately found Domenic and got the invitation letter for the concert.

Before she could make a request, she met Master Fan in Florence.

"Master."

Before Zhong Ying lifted the piano case, he saw a familiar figure slowly approaching.

Fan Chengyun was wearing a simple shirt with a tired look on his face, but he still walked to the piano box of Ten Strings and Yayun, and slowly opened the box.

The sound of the ten-string ebony is exquisite, and everyone in the concert hall has witnessed the elegance it should have.

Zhong Ying quietly watched the master silently staring at the piano, as if staring at the figure he had been looking for all his life.

He thought that the master would take it out excitedly and play a song on the spot to express the sorrow and pain that had accumulated in his heart for many years.

Unexpectedly, the master just looked at it, closed the piano case with a sigh, and said: "Protect it carefully."

On the day Zhong Ying lost contact, Fan Chengyun immediately flew to Italy and brought countless evidences.

The official identification results issued by the Qingling Lake Museum, the list of account books recorded by the Shen family, and important historical materials related to the Yiyin Yashe during the Republic of China.

However, he no longer contacted Harrison Bellew in vain, but chose the young next head of the Bellew family: Ryan Bellew.

"The power of the Bellew family has always been in Harrison's hands. His sons, daughters, grandsons, and granddaughters all hope that he will live a long life and hope that he will die soon."

Fan Chengyun was in the car, patiently analyzing the situation with Zhong Ying.

In a huge family, there will always be conflicts of interest. When the person in power is unable to handle affairs unexpectedly, it is a great opportunity for the heirs to show their talents.

The bodyguard who has been staring at Zhong Ying has been called away by his boss, and he is set free.

The ten-stringed piano also landed safely on the spacious seat in the back, listening to Fan Chengyun's chat.

"Lian Bellou is a pure businessman, he gave us the best promise."

Fan Chengyun said with a smile: "Not only will he return Yayun, but he is also willing to return all the traceable Shen family collections in the Harrison Bellew Museum."

After all, the Bellew family's business is all over the world, and Harrison doesn't care about reputation and condemnation, but Ryan does.

If Harrison is dead, the new head of the family will naturally not get into a stalemate with Fan Chengyun because of a piece of piano.

Zhong Ying thought for a while and said in a low voice: "Master, there is a letter from Mr. Shen in the room where Bellu keeps Yayun."

Fan Chengyun looked at him curiously.

"I want to take them back with me," he said.

Bellou was rushed to the hospital overnight, and news reports were overwhelming.

In addition to caring about this great philanthropist and music lover, the discussion about "Golden Bells" is mixed.

Many people think that this is a unique sound of nature, an unprecedented combination of Chinese and Western.

Many people believe that music should fit the theme and meet the needs, instead of listening to an old gentleman into the hospital and being welcomed by the public.

The quarrel revolves around the players of the ten-stringed qin and the famous composers. I hope they can take the initiative to stand up and explain the mental journey of creation and performance.

Unfortunately, they only waited for the public statement of the pianist and musical theater owner, Domenic:

Harrison Bellou likes "Golden Bells" created by Li Jinqiu, and loves the cadenza played by Zhong Ying even more.

He is a person who loves music, no matter what happens, he will not blame the music, let alone put any shackles on the music.

That's it, that's all.

However, Zhong Ying and Li Jinqiu never responded.

Zhong Ying doesn't know what Li Jinqiu thinks, he only knows about his mobile phone, and he receives countless screenshots, links, and long comments from Li Jinqiu every day.

He didn't have time to reply at all, he was busy with their negotiations with the Bellu family.

The Qingling Lake Museum sent a team of experts to Italy to check the collection of cultural relics together with the members of the Bello Museum.

Zhong Ying not only helped to receive the scanned documents from China, but also submitted them to the Qingling Lake expert group for appraisal.

I will also go to visit the new head of the Bellu family with my master, and discuss the follow-up matters with Ryan face to face.

For example, they want to bring back more artifacts from the Harrison Bellew Museum.

For example, after the real body of Shixian Yayun returned to China, the Qingling Lake Museum hopes to continue to exhibit imitations.

For example, Zhong Ying also hopes to bring back the Italian and Chinese letters in Bellu’s study.

After a long negotiation, no one cared about Bellew who was lying in the hospital.

Faced with the historical materials that Zhong Ying and the others possessed, Ryan had no chance to refute. After hesitating, he said: "Actually, we counted some of grandfather's personal belongings two days ago, including his diary."

Private diaries often record important things.

Fan Chengyun and Zhong Ying looked at each other tacitly, thinking that Ryan would not bring up this matter casually, and there must be something special in the diary.

"Do you have any other requests?" Fan Chengyun asked politely.

They didn't get along very long, but he understood that businessmen don't do good things with kindness.

Sure enough, Ryan said eagerly:

"Grandfather's health is not very good, it may be in the past few days. He said...he wants to see Zhong Ying."

Bellew was lying in the hospital, enjoying the best treatment in Italy, and anyone felt that his time was numbered.

He often opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling, wondering what he was thinking.

If someone asks him a question, he will only say weakly: "Shen Ling... Zhong Ying..."

When he was about to die, he ran through his life like a revolving lantern in front of him, feeling that he had been waiting.

He waited until China's new ambassador, and brought back the news of Shen's death three years ago.

He waited until the Bellu Museum was completed, and each of the Shen family's antiques hidden in the warehouse became protected cultural relics.

He waited until the inauguration of the Italian Musical Theater, and personally named the Daisy in the first hall, the violet in the second hall, the rose in the third hall, and the holly in the fourth hall.

He waited until dozens of guqin players in China held concerts, but he couldn't hear any guqin sound that matched his heart.

It's too tactful, it's not as good as Shen Ling's chilling sound.

It's too sharp, it's not as good as Shen Ling's deep voice.

Too gentle, not as good as Shen Ling's desolate voice.

Then, he waited until Fan Chengyun.

The performance on the stage was mellow and exquisite, and the Guqin music was classic and elegant, and everyone was mesmerized and weeping.

Only he kept comparing Fan Chengyun and Shen Ling in his heart.

After the performance, Bellou met with the pianist as usual.

Fan Chengyun smiled and said: "I have a lot of connections with Mr. Beilu. I heard people say that your uncle and grandfather were friends with you before his death."

"What?" Bellou narrowed his eyes, very disdainful.

At that time, there were countless musicians who wanted to be related to him, and he thought with disgust, what kind of inexplicable relationship this guy was pursuing.

But Fan Chengyun was not angry, he was still calm.

He said: "Uncle and grandfather is my grandmother's elder brother who died young, named Shen Ling."

At that moment, Beilu looked at Fan Chengyun as if he saw Shen Ling who was in his 40s.

His qin is indeed far superior to all qin players.

However, Fan Chengyun only wanted this piano.

No matter how much Beilu promised to donate cultural relics and support Fan Chengyun's career, he insisted on this ten-string elegant rhyme.

Why did everyone take Yayun away from him?

A place like China is simply not suitable for such an excellent pianist as Shen Ling.

Shen Ling should come to Italy, should come to him...

But he didn't wait until Shen Ling.

"—what do you want to say?"

Bellew's chaotic recollections were interrupted by questions.

His eyes were hazy, and he saw only a shadow.

Black hair, black eyes, wearing black clothes, as if an emissary from hell.

With a tone similar to Shen Ling, he asked him indifferently: "Harrison Bellew, what do you want to tell me?"

Bellu opened his eyes wide and stared at Zhong Ying.

He couldn't see clearly, he still wanted to stare at that young face, as if staring at Shen Ling who died young.

Zhong Ying has no patience.

He frowned and said, "If you have nothing to say—"

"A tree never grows old..."

Belu, who had been silent for many days, finally made a sound intermittently.

He tremblingly grasped the edge of the bed, trying to get up, but he froze on the bed in vain, and asked shortly, "Who said this sentence?"

Zhong Ying didn't lie to him.

Bellu, who was lying on the hospital bed in front of him, was already struggling to speak, and still stared, waiting for Zhong Ying's answer.

Zhong Ying stared at him and said: "This is indeed what my grandfather said. But I didn't tell you, he came to you twice."

"The first time, you closed the door. The second time, he saw you."

For the first time 20 years ago, Zhong Ying had not yet been born, and only heard a brief mention from the master.

For the second time fourteen years ago, Zhong Ying still hadn't personally experienced it, but he could look directly at Bellou and explain it clearly.

"At that time, Grandpa asked you if you could let him join the restoration team of Shixian Yayun. He knows the piano, and he has been studying Shixian Yayun for 40 years. It is his lifelong wish to find the lost instruments of Yiyinyashe. "

After saying such words, Zhong Ying couldn't restrain the low tone in his tone, and the trembling caused by the heavy memories.

His eyes were as cold as a knife, and he asked:

"Belu, do you remember how you rejected him?"

Bellou's chaotic thoughts gradually recovered.

His eyes were blurred, and he felt that he couldn't remember anything, but because of Zhong Ying's question, countless images emerged, which were vivid in his memory, as if flashing back to him.

He remembered.

He remembered it clearly.

——You have no reputation, but dare to say that you know the ten-stringed qin?I don't know where I came from to bluff and deceive!

——My friendship with Shen Ling is evidenced by the copy of "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains". When I talked about mountains and rivers with him, you, a liar, might not have been born yet.

——If you dare to slander me again, I will send you to prison!

Bellou's cloudy eyes were filled with tears, and he stared at Zhong Ying in disbelief.

The violinist named Lin Wanggui came to the door for the first time, and he said everything he wanted in the future.

After hearing the steward's message, he was terrified and guilty, and eagerly found a similar piece of rotten wood, and released the news that he had bought back Yayun from the auction house.

Who knows, within a few years Lin Wanggui came back again.

He talked a lot about the skills of chopping qin, saying that people are like Guqin, the tree is old and the heart is not old.

He wanted to restore Yayun for Shen Ling himself.

But the more he said, the more scared Bellew became.

Because Lin Wanggui understands the piano, understands Shen Ling, and understands Yiyin Yashe.

As long as such a person touches the fake piano, he will know what he has done, and he will know that he has cheated the Shen family's property and refused to return it!

Bellou was lying on the hospital bed with his eyes open and weeping, his mouth slightly opened, and only breathing proved that he was still alive.

Zhong Ying looked at him condescendingly, with no pity in his heart, only endless disgust.

"Master told me that Grandpa thought of many ways back then, but he couldn't see you, let alone Ya Yun."

"20 years ago, my grandfather was an unknown violinist, and my master was just a mediocre performer."

"In order to meet you, they are good at drilling and making friends, and they have tried all the ways they can think of. They kept asking musicians who have come to musical theaters and played for you in distant China—"

"Harrison Bellew, what kind of music do you like?"

Long before Zhong Ying was born, many people have made countless efforts for a piano.

For this shameless and hateful old man lying on the hospital bed, I studied in detail to formulate a perfect plan, and practiced again and again.

From Fan Chengyun's rise to fame, to Fan Chengyun's rejection of invitations from Italian musical theaters one after another, everything has been carefully planned.

20 years, 14 years, ten years, five years.

Some people could not see the results of the plan and died suddenly, while some people moved forward cautiously.

None of them were as lucky as Bellou in front of him.

"Belu, you are dying. You will not see Mr. Shen even if you are dead."

Zhong Ying didn't mind the relatives, doctors and nurses who looked at him in amazement. He smiled and blessed Beilu, "Because he will be in heaven, and you will go to hell."

Bellu blinked his eyes in shock, shed a few streams of tears, and let out an indistinct whining sound.

Doctors and nurses surrounded him dedicatedly, nervously checking his various indexes.

Zhong Ying retreated to the side, only hearing intermittent voices like raving.

"Forgive me, Shen Ling, forgive me, Chinese..."

Harrison Bellew was dying.

Zhong Ying showed no mercy.

He's lived long enough to have Ya Yun longer than anyone else.

But he will never be Shen Ling's bosom friend, because he will never know what Shen Ling expects before he dies.

Zhong Ying stood in the ward, with panicked white in front of his eyes, whispering and sobbing in his ears.

What he thought of was Shen Ling's last diary entry.

That was Shen Ling's last writing, and it was also Shen Ling's suicide note——

"The front line is victorious, my uncle was promoted to a division commander, and he continued to participate in the army. Many people came to congratulate him and asked when the Yiyinya Club will perform again."

"Unfortunately, in the distant country of Italy, it takes half a month of bumpy boat rides. My body is getting weaker and weaker. I just hope to get better soon and go to find Yayun myself."

"It has been more than five years since my friends went to the United States. I don't know if they are safe or not, and if they have found the musical instrument that is so precious as their lives."

"I only hope that one day, we can all come back as we wish, reunite at Yiyin Yasha, and play the good news of Yuefu again."

one day...

One day.