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Zhong Ying went to the hospital, Bellou's condition deteriorated rapidly, and Ryan seemed very happy.

He not only gave Belu's diary, but also some Shen family information that Belu carefully kept.

Zhong Ying and the others checked the materials and found that Bellu kept all Shen Ling's early readings.

"Yuefu Poetry Collection", "Magical Secret Book", "Hanshu", a thread-bound book from the Republic of China period, are not precious ancient books, and it is impossible to have Shen Ling's research experience.

Boxes of materials and diaries were moved in, filling the space where the hotel was settled.

Zhong Ying took out a book and flipped through it, and saw the immature handwriting between the lines, which was enough to prove that Shen Ling who wrote these notes was not very old at the time.

He asked strangely: "Although these are all Mr. Shen's books, they are all in Chinese, and the handwriting is not the same as Mr. Shen's. Why doesn't Bellou put it in the museum? Just say the old books of the Republic of China that he found." .”

After hearing this, Fan Chengyun smiled and said, "Maybe he kept it for himself and wanted to read it. He can recognize the Chinese written by Mr. Shen."

Zhong Ying looked at Master in surprise.

He thought that Bellou couldn't understand Mr. Shen's letter, so he always believed in the translation of the ambassador of the Republic of China and fabricated stories of self-deception.

At this time, he found that the facts were completely different from what he had imagined.

Zhong Ying asked: "Master, how do you know Bellu can read Chinese?"

Fan Chengyun walked over and picked up Belu's heavy diary, which was soft and velvet-covered, and there was a rattling sound when the pages were turned.

"Usually when I chat with Belu, he doesn't need me to translate and explain the poems and famous songs I mentioned. Occasionally, he will accept the ancient books or calligraphy and paintings I send as usual, and he can even comment on them."

"If he doesn't understand Chinese, he should have a translator who understands Chinese with him at all times."

Fan Chengyun thought for a while and speculated, "At least, he should have learned the simplest literacy."

"As for Mr. Shen's letter..."

He held the diary, stared at the Italian words in it, and sighed, "I'm afraid he read it over and over again, deceiving himself that this is a proof of cross-sea friendship. After decades, he believed it."

The hotel room was quiet, and the master and apprentice sat on each side, slowly looking through the things Ryan sent.

The ten-stringed instrument is placed right by the window, quietly listening to the sound of the pages turning, and bathed in the dazzling sunshine of Italy.

Zhong Ying is reading "Yuefu Poems".

Since he was a child, he read the materials kept by Yiyin Yashe. Most of the content in them was written by Shen Ling after he was 20 years old, and the tone was particularly academic.

This was the first time he saw the younger, immature and restless little Shen Ling.

A thread-bound book with few pages, you can see more or less annotations behind each poem when you open it.

"Jing Xing": Very good!

"Konghou Ballad": It is hard to find a bosom friend, the most important thing is to talk to each other.

"War City South": Thinking about the ignorance and ignorance of the imperial court and the government, ceding land and paying compensation, and bowing to the great powers, I will rise up and learn from Taiping!

Zhong Ying laughed out loud, and he couldn't help looking through the publication date: 16th year of the Republic of China.

At that time, Shen Ling was about ten and fifty-six, with a sincere heart, and from the commentary of this sentence, one could feel the happiness and hatred of a young boy hidden in his heart.

Zhong Ying thought for a while, then flipped back.

I saw next to "The Song of Mulan", the young man showed his passion——

"In ancient times, there was a daughter who joined the army instead of her father. I, a dignified man, can only hide in a room, stroking the strings and playing the qin. It's really annoying!"

Zhong Ying remembered that in the 17th year of the Republic of China, that is, in 1928, Shen Ling's younger uncle quietly joined the army and joined the Communist Party.

Looking at these annotations, Zhong Ying can imagine a sullen young man full of righteous indignation, locked in his room sullenly, flipping through "Yuefu Poetry Collection", and when he was reading Mulan's service in the army, he was inspired and wrote vigorously.

Zhong Ying has never seen such a straightforward and immature Shen Ling.

The materials Fan Lin kept were all carefully selected by Shen Ling.

Whether it is books, music scores, or Shen Ling's diary, they all reveal the mature and steady tone of a young man who has grown up after the war.

Zhong Ying looked at Shen Ling, a young man he was not familiar with, raised the corner of his mouth and raised the collection of poems in his hand, and asked:

"Master, why did Mrs. Shen give these things to Bellu?"

"I'm afraid that Mr. Shen will suffer when the house is stolen."

Fan Chengyun was flipping through Belu's diary, and said: "There is something written in Belu's diary, saying that when Mr. Shen was taken away, his father offered to help keep the valuables. The Shen family refused several times, and finally came to the door with things. "

"I can only guess that the old lady was reluctant to destroy these deposits, and for the sake of safety, he asked Bellu to keep them together with antiques and guqin."

As he spoke, he sighed, "Although the Japanese army may not be able to read and write, the puppet army is more terrifying than the Japanese army. If they read this, they will definitely take it out of context and take credit for it. The Shen family will not be able to keep anything."

After Zhong Ying finished listening, she buried her head and turned a few more pages. Sure enough, next to war poems like "The Fifteenth Military Expedition", she could see Xiao Shen Ling's angrily denouncing the Japanese with emotion——

They said to protect Japanese overseas Chinese, but killed our people, occupied our land, and conscripted us into corvee service. There is an ancient saying "Fifteen soldiers and eighty returnees". Today, people in Jinan have no life to return!

Every word of blood and tears reveals the bravery of fifteen or sixteen teenagers who are not afraid of tigers.

Old Mrs. Shen did a perfect plan, but it's a pity...

He put down the thread-bound book and stared curiously at the suede book in Fan Chengyun's hand, "Master, what else did Belu write in the diary?"

Fan Chengyun smiled and handed it to him casually, "It's nothing, just an old man's chatter."

Because of Fan Chengyun's words, Zhong Ying became slightly interested in Beilu's diary.

After all, no matter how annoying this person is, he is also a witness to the events of that year. I don't know if he has reflected on it after all these years.

The old man lying in the hospital still had the energy and habit to record his daily thoughts and experiences in the early years.

In the diary in hand, the font is not fluent, and the Italian words are short. It should be written by Bellou when he was young.

Zhong Ying flipped through a few pages, and then understood why the master read so intently.

——The ambassador said that Shen Ling's family has a leader with an unusual status. Maybe China will change its direction and come to the door again to persuade his father to return those items.

I don't want to, if Shen Ling really values ​​this piano, she should come to Italy in person.

Then, I will give it back to him.

Zhong Ying frowned, and turned many pages back.

——Father sailed to sea and encountered pirates.I was wondering if it was my retribution for preventing him from returning the property of the Shen family...

If Shen Ling comes to Florence, I will return everything to him.

He froze for a moment, and a trace of inexplicable emotion rose in his heart.

Turn back again--

"Shen Ling passed away."

A lonely diary page, only three words lonely.

The diary seems to be cut off from this page, no matter how you turn it, the whole book is blank.

Zhong Ying stood up, walked to the pile of Bellu's diaries, and took another one.

In this diary, Bellou's handwriting is much smoother, and many of his plans are written.

——I asked the museum to open up a main hall to hang the "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains".There are too few collections in China, I should show all the things that Shen Ling gave me.

——The Italian Musical Theater designed four main halls and asked me how to name them.I chose daisies, violets, roses, and holly, and the words were "the love hidden in my heart", "eternal", "I love you", and "the continuation of life".

Zhong Ying frowned, threw it back annoyedly, and found a diary with a newer cover, to see if Belu had mentioned grandpa.

As soon as you open it, you will see——

"Fan Chengyun is very similar to him. Like him, he traveled thousands of miles to see me."

"I want to burn all his diaries!"

Zhong Ying couldn't stand it any longer, and angrily asked his master for advice.

Fan Chengyun laughed loudly, and pulled out the diary from his hand, "What did you burn it for? When he went to the underworld, he just took the diary and said to Mr. Shen, 'Look, I have repentance'?"

"That's not a confession."

Zhong Ying stared viciously at the diary in Master's hand, gritted his teeth and said, "It's all an old man's fantasy, he lives in his own world at all!"

"Sad, pitiful and hateful."

Fan Chengyun threw the diary back into the pile of suede notebooks, and said calmly: "He really lives in his own world and has set his own standards. It should be said that Belle is willing to return the piano to Mr. Shen..."

He kindly brows and eyes, helplessly slightly bent, "Unfortunately, Mr. Shen has to come to Italy in person."

Zhong should be able to imagine what Bellou would do.

If Shen Ling comes to Italy, Bellou will give Shen Ling the best support as he said in the documentary, promise Shen Ling the best future, and ask Shen Ling to stay in Italy forever.

However, Shen Ling will never be tempted.

At the beginning of the establishment of the Yin Ya Society, it was to play music after the war, appease the dead, and celebrate the victory.

How could such a person settle down in a distant foreign country.

Bellew's so-called honor and money are nothing but self-impressed, harming others and himself.

He was too lazy to look at those heavy diaries, and he was not interested in Bellew's thoughts in his life.

Zhong Ying stayed at the hotel, flipping through Shen Ling's books when he was a teenager, waiting for the Qingling Lake Museum to sign the contract and leave for the country.

On the day Shixian Yayun boarded the plane, the news of Bellou's death became an obituary in an Italian newspaper.

Fan Chengyun read it silently and turned over silently.

For the funeral of great philanthropists and music lovers, countless relatives and friends went to mourn, and there is no shortage of foreigners like them.

The second batch of cultural relics lost in Italy returned to China, and the publicity was huge.

It's just that the generous philanthropist is no longer Harrison Bellew, but the new boss Ryan Bellew.

The young heir is polite and courteous for show.

He also specially took photos of the handover ceremony with the curator of Qingling Lake, and publicized the Sino-Italian friendship with great fanfare.

The first batch of 113 cultural relics and the second batch of 371 cultural relics, although the Chinese Hall of the Bello Museum could not be emptied, all the Shen family’s collections were returned to China, and a copy of the ten-stringed elegant rhyme was also "gifted" for exhibition , It can be described as a great joyous event.

Zhong Ying looked at the report of the museum, and his brows were filled with the ease and joy of fulfilling a wish.

Soon, he received a call from Zhou Juntong.

"Mr. Zhong, I applied to the curator for a themed exhibition of the Shen family's collection, and the curator agreed, saying that we will hold it after the homecoming exhibition is over!"

Her tone on the phone was excited, "We will do a special promotion for Mr. Shen and Yiyin Yashe, so we need to confirm with you the content of the exhibition board production. I wonder if you are free?"

Zhong Ying was more than happy to help.

"You say, as long as I know, I will tell you all."

Zhou Juntong was obviously very happy, and she asked in a leisurely tone: "When we were sorting out Mr. Shen's diary, we found that he often mentioned a person named 'Zhiyuan'."

She still had illusions about the friendship between mountains and rivers, "Who is Zhiyuan? Is he a good friend of Mr. Shen?"

Zhong Ying was originally in a happy mood, but suddenly fell to the bottom because of this problem.

He remembered Shen Ling's every diary entry and every research material.

He still remembered what role "Zhiyuan" played in Shen Ling's life.

I still remember what "Zhiyuan" did.

"Previously."

Zhong Ying's answer was serious and indifferent.

In 1937, Shen Ling would still write in his diary——

Friends from the newspaper office praised the phrase "Ten strings are elegant and quiet", which made Zhiyuan very happy.He pestered me for a nickname that was equal to it.However, Zhuqin has not yet formed a melody, and Zhiyuan's mind is still immature, so he had to follow his wishes for a while, and took a "thirteen strings to build Ning Zhiyuan", and barely made a difference.

I just hope that Zhiyuan will calm down, hit a good shot soon, and perform on stage. After that, he will definitely have a better name to praise his talent.

The words between the lines are like the elder brother's expectation for the stubborn younger brother, and it also shows the sympathy of the genius for the genius.

Zhong Ying vividly remembers Shen Ling's love for Zhiyuan.

however……

"Ning Mingzhi, the word Zhiyuan."

When Zhong Ying said the name again, he felt cold between his teeth and his heart.

He said: "Before 1942, Mr. Shen mentioned him all the time. Even Bingxian, who was the most suitable for Yayun, was found by Ning Mingzhi by all means. So at that time, they were really good friends."

"Mr. Shen even thinks that he is a young man with outstanding talent, who will definitely play the thirteen strings and become the pride of Yiyin Yasha."

"However, after Mr. Shen was released from prison, in all his letters and diaries, the word 'Zhiyuan' was never mentioned again."

Zhong Ying showed a sarcastic smile, and his voice became indifferent, "It seems that this person never existed, or this person died in that chaos long ago."

"Why?" Zhou Juntong was surprised.

Zhong should clearly know why.

The silent black-and-white newspaper scan in Qinguan hides the pain of Shen Ling's reluctance to confide a word in the diary.

"Musician Ning Mingzhi Celebrates Greater East Asia Co-prosperity"

"Musician Ning Mingzhi of Yiyin Yashe Plays the Piano, Wishing the Japanese Army Victory in the War"

"Musician Ning Mingzhi of Yiyin Yasha Praises Japan's Emphasis on Chinese Culture"

Ning Mingzhi never represented the Yayin Yasha on stage, but he frequently appeared in newspapers and periodicals designated by the Japanese under the title of "Musician of the Yayin Yasha".

Black and white, irrefutable.

He said: "Because Ning Mingzhi is not worthy to be Mr. Shen's friend. He is a traitor who betrayed the Yiyin Yashe, and a traitor who defected to the Japanese during the war."