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Zhong Ying's words caused everyone to look surprised.

Those present were all music critics who had heard famous songs and were familiar with new music, and Lian Junan was a promising new musician.

Even if they think that Lian Junan's feelings are not worthy of his superb skills, they will not be so straightforward!

Sure enough, Lian Junan, who managed to win the round with impromptu performance, suddenly became furious.

"You play the pipa, what kind of piano do you know?"

"I don't know piano." Zhong Ying looked down at him and answered seriously, "But I know music."

"It's not something you can improvise, and your playing skills, seriously take away from it."

Bell should be very sure.

When Lian Junan played its first note, the whole melody plunged into Zhong Ying's heart.

This is a unique feeling, just like Zhong Ying heard "Mountain" and "Flowing Water" for the first time, heard "Song on the Frontier" for the first time, or heard "Song of Songs" from an old tape recorder for the first time Jingxing".

The melancholy inside is like a vast ocean, and he is the audience who peeps through the round window.

Hearing this, Lian Junan raised his eyebrows and sneered, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Zhong Ying didn't want to argue with him pointlessly, so he raised his hand and gestured to the side, "Please let me go."

The pianist's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe Zhong Ying's behavior. In his eyes, this person was a pipa player, and he was called Rang?

"You want to play the piano?" Lian Junan's voice was contemptuous, "This is not your wooden instrument, you can make a tune with just a few fiddles."

The pianist's provocation did not arouse Zhong Ying's anger.

All his mind is on the music just now.

Zhong Ying likes that kind of tune, and even more likes the faintly revealing musical thoughts in the melody.

If possible, he even wants to invite this composer or pianist to join in the performance of "Together in the Same Boat".

Because the person who created this piece of music understands the meaning of "hope" better than any performer, and endowed this hope with more pure and naive expectation and forbearance.

Lian Junan left the piano, did not go far, and stood by the side to watch how the clock should end.

But Zhong Ying didn't mind him blocking the light, his fingers touched the keys, and he played the sound without hesitation.

"Whoever wrote this piece of music couldn't play such a fast jerk."

He played Lian Junan's shocking fast allegro very slowly, "Maybe her fingers are not strong enough, or her mind is distracted while playing, and she is thinking about other things."

The gentle and slow melody from the piano is indeed much more pleasing to the ear than Lian Junan's rapid-fire allegro.

Zhong Ying played along the string of notes, and changed Lian Junan's clean chords, and the music changed slowly.

He said: "When she transferred, she hesitated because she was full of confusion about her future. She had a clear goal, but that goal was not her true desire."

Every word of Zhong Ying is accompanied by the music coming from his fingertips.

Standing under the stage, Li Jinqiu looked at Zhong Ying who was concentrating on the keys, heard the changed music, and marveled at Zhong Ying's keen perception.

Lian Junan's impromptu performance was indeed strange.

That strange illusion is concealed under the sad and frightening music.

Now, Zhong Ying picked out the subtlety and strangeness that Li Jinqiu had experienced bit by bit.

Like Teacher Li strictly correcting his fingering, revising the piece of music that Lian Junan ruined.

Zhong Ying likes it very much.

I like it softly with my fingertips, feeling the composer's thoughts.

A string of cheerful notes came to an abrupt end, and Zhong Ying said helplessly:

"She wants to be free, but she has to endure it."

Another burst of low-pitched melody broke through the dullness in an extremely quiet place, bursting out with brilliant colors, and Zhong Ying raised the corners of his lips accordingly.

"She wants to cry, but she has to smile."

Interpreting this piece of music inch by inch, Zhong Ying can see the figure of the creator in front of his eyes.

She should be a little girl.

Maybe with smart pigtails, maybe wearing bright long skirts.

Maybe you will read Haizi's poems half-understood, full of anticipation and innocent recitation: "I only want to face the sea, and the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming."

Zhong Ying imagined her appearance and played the last bright light of the music.

He said affirmatively: "The creator of this song is very suitable for playing our commemorative song. She should be an excellent pianist, and she is young, immature, and strong..."

"clang!!!"

Angrily smashing the keys made a shrill sound, which interrupted Zhong Ying's words, and also killed the audience's appreciation of the remodeled music.

In their shocked gazes, they saw that Lian Junan pressed a large number of keys of the piano with his fingers like crazy, forcing Zhong Ying to stop playing.

"Shut up! What nonsense are you talking about!"

Zhong Ying regained consciousness from his imagination, and saw that Lian Junan's eyes were red and his teeth were gritted, obviously confirming all his guesses.

He asked rhetorically, "If I'm talking nonsense, why are you angry?"

"Maybe you should be honest and tell me who composed this piece? It can't be your riff because..."

Zhong Ying wanted to say that he was not a woman, but paused for a while, and changed to a suitable way of saying, "You don't have such delicate feelings."

"there is no one!"

Lian Junan's angry voice was almost hoarse, his eyes were flushed, "I won't let you play it!"

"But you played it too, and said it was your composition."

Zhong Ying ruthlessly pointed out Lian Junan's mistake.

The arrogant pianist stared at Zhong Ying full of anger and guard, and warned hoarsely: "I can, but you can't!"

"Play it again, and I'll kill you!"

Threats to life, anywhere and at any time, look like a poor-for-nothing bluff.

But Lian Junan roared these words, turned around and left the scene without stopping.

Zhong Ying even saw him wipe his eyes with his hand.

"Ann?" The members of the Vienna Spring chased him out.

The group leader was extremely embarrassed and apologized for him: "Ann is still young, and sometimes she makes mistakes that young people would make."

His words directly helped Lian Junan to prove that what Zhong Ying said was completely correct.

After all, the musicians present are all seasoned musicians, and it is impossible not to tell who is right and who is wrong.

Zhong Ying played, corrected, and analyzed piece by piece. Compared with Lian Junan's "improvisation", the revised music was slower and deeper, revealing the melancholy and sadness hidden under the technique.

But it always haunts the composer's desire to look up at the mottled sky through the gaps in the leaves.

It was a very beautiful tune, with a thought-provoking musical thought.

It's a pity that Lian Jun'an didn't plan to talk about it.

After listening to the group leader's cryptic apology, everyone expressed that it didn't matter. After all, this is a concert between two orchestras. No matter how much they yearn for a piece that doesn't make a score, they won't get to the bottom of it.

What they were even more curious about was that Zhong Ying could play the pipa, compose music, and play the piano!

Sure enough, he was a genius hand-picked by Li Jinqiu!

The president of the Music Association looked at the composer happily, "So, can we let Zhong Ying take the piano position?"

"Can't!"

Li Jinqiu sternly refused, "He plays the piano, what about the pipa? I will completely delete the piano part, so you don't have to worry."

He solved the trouble directly, full of regrets, and looked at Zhong Ying with bright eyes.

Any orchestra expects to obtain excellent performers, and use music to let the audience remember their names.

And Zhong Ying is undoubtedly such a genius.

When the atmosphere at the scene was so enthusiastic that Zhong Ying was about to change careers, Fan Chengyun, who was silent for a long time, smiled and said: "The Vienna Spring and Art Orchestra both have excellent pipa players. I don't know if there is one in Mr. Fries' mind that is most suitable. the candidate?"

Fliss wanted to end it here, but he didn't expect Fan Chengyun to raise a key question.

A suitable pipa player is a pipa user in the Tang Dynasty.

Fan Chengyun was not in a hurry to ask Pipa, and kept asking him "Where is Pipa?" in every sentence, he was like a calm old fox in the eyes of Fries.

Zhong Ying next to the piano is proficient in musical instruments and is the main instrumentalist in "Together in the Same Boat", how could he choose someone else from the Vienna Spring to play the Tang Dynasty pipa.

Asking knowingly, he still can't choke.

The more Fries thought about it, the more aggrieved he became. He glanced at Fan Chengyun several times, and finally put on his usual smile.

"I'm convinced, and you've won."

Ferris's tone was full of praise for them, but it sounded a little bit harsh.

He turned his head to look at Zhong Ying, and said reluctantly, "I will give you the pipa and let you play it. But, I have a request."

The wealthy businessman is indomitable and never suffers.

Zhong Ying glanced past him, looked at the master, and silently nodded when he saw Fan Chengyun.

"Please tell me, Mr. Fliss," Zhong Ying replied.

Fliss pointed to the stage and said, "I want you to be here and play me a piece of Tang Dynasty pipa."

The simple request was beyond Zhong Ying and Fan Chengyun's expectations.

They are also well-informed and have experienced a lot of troubles. They didn't expect Fries to look so hard to impress. At a critical moment...

It's quite satisfying.

The two sides reached an agreement, and the judges of the Music Association were reluctant to leave.

Live performance of the 1000 million euro pipa of the Tang Dynasty, whether watching the pipa or listening to music, is not to be missed.

Soon, the blond lady who had only met once at the auction came in carrying a pipa case and stepping on crisp high heels, and placed the case right in front of Friese.

"Thank you, Susan."

Ferris thanked him, and opened the box with downcast eyes, revealing the plain musical instruments that were safely placed inside.

Lute with a curved neck made of rosewood, with a light brown carved magnolia panel.

Fliss took it out carefully, staring at it for a moment, refusing to let go, frowning as Zhong Ying embraced it.

He treats the lute as if it were fragile.

Zhong Ying treats the pipa as it treats a precious musical instrument.

The texture of the wood is rough, with the unique thickness of Tang Dynasty antiques.

Zhong Ying held it, walked straight to the stage, and sat back at the main instrument position where he played.

The curved neck of this magnolia carved pipa is relatively short, and the four phases of the mountain pass are extremely narrow, so it can't accommodate Zhong Ying's fingers.

When he arrived at the brightly lit stage, Zhong Ying took a good look at the blooming magnolia beside his hands.

"pistil……"

Zhong Ying remembered the shape of the pistil of the magnolia and carefully distinguished the styles of carvings.

I saw clusters of stamens of magnolia flowers, the filaments are slender and numerous, not elliptical like pistils, they are definitely male flowers!

Looking at the head and body of the pipa, the fingers press the frets, the spacing is short and thick, the pitch is high and the strings are soft.

The appearance is the same as the black-and-white photos that Zhong Ying remembered, and even the features that Shen Ling once felt emotionally correspond to the carved pipa in his hand.

It's just that Zheng Wanqing's pistil pipa, which he had been thinking about so much, really got his hands, but it was Chu Shuming's stamen!

Zhong Ying was overjoyed and looked down at the audience.

"Master, this is Stamen Mulan, it should be Mr. Chu's Nanyin Pipa."

Fan Chengyun nodded, with a smile on his serious face, but he thought of something else.

"Since it's a stamen pipa, the current owner is a woman, so it's no wonder she sold the pipa."

"What does it matter?"

Fliss frowned confused when he heard this, "Could it be that your Chinese musical instruments still pay attention to the separation of men and women, and women can't play the stamen pipa?"

"that's not what it means."

Zhong Ying retorted, holding the pipa in his arms, and his voice was joyful and excited, "The Nanyin pipa has continued the style of the Tang Dynasty, and its playing method is completely different from our modern popular northern pipa. If the current owner of this pipa, If you are learning the northern school pipa, it is extremely difficult to play this stamen magnolia, and you may not be able to achieve the desired effect."

"As a stamen lute..."

As he said, he held the pipa vertically and horizontally, and held it obliquely in his arms, like holding a guitar.

"That's how Mr. Chu plays it."

The Nanyin Pipa inherits the ancient rhyme. Whether it is the "four images and ten emblems" of the pipa system, or the way of playing, it is the same as the Tang Dynasty, with little change.

When Chu Shuming played the pipa alone, he chose other pipas, and adopted the Beipa vertical holding method that the public is more willing to accept.

Only when I play "The Song of Mulan" with my wife Zhou Wanqing, I will definitely pick up this stamen Mulan, restore the tradition of holding the Nanpa horizontally, and play the same antique flavor as when the pipa entered the Tang Dynasty.

Zhong Ying always thinks about the timbre played by Chu Shuming through photos.

At this time, holding the stamens in his arms, he can play the "Mulan Song" that he thinks about day and night——

Chirp and chirp again, Mulan is weaving.

I don't hear the sound of locomotives, only the sighs of women.

The Han Yuefu, which has been passed down for thousands of years, resounds through the Vienna Concert Hall, and every string trembles with the splendor of the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

The sound of the pipa plays the steadfastness of going thousands of miles to the military plane, and it is the no regret of the cold light iron clothes.

Zhong Ying's playing removed the distraction of the orchestral instruments and awakened a stormy memory.

The musicians and music critics of the Music Association have heard countless pipa pieces, but this is the first time they have seen Nanyin pipa like a guitar.

The eyes are curious, and I feel that the traditional musical instrument is really magical, and it is worthy of being a treasure worth 1000 million euros.

But Fliss stared at the rosewood lute that he held obliquely, unable to restrain the churning thoughts in his soul.

It wasn't until Zhong Ying finished playing that he laughed out loud.

"So that's how the pipa is played! I thought, I thought—"

The concert hall was filled with the sudden laughter of businessmen.

It seems that Zhong Ying's casual playing method of playing Nanpa horizontally has solved his doubts for many years and made him ecstatic.

Zhong Ying looked at him curiously, and Ferris held his heart, unable to restrain his smile.

"Sorry, I remembered some things from the past. But I thank you for teaching me another pipa. The Chinese musical instrument is indeed beyond my imagination, and it has also witnessed how ignorant and narrow-minded I am."

His words came from the bottom of his heart, his smile was bright and friendly, and he was completely different from the indifferent and carefree rich businessman before.

"Mr. Fleece, I want to know all you know."

Zhong Ying stood up holding the pipa, walked to the edge of the stage, condescended, and said with certainty, "You must know the owner of this stamen pipa."

Ferriss smiled at him, not digging the subject as he had done before.

"You really know the pipa very well and know how to play it correctly, so the story you told should be true."

"Of course I'd like to tell you everything I know."

The businessman's eyes were sincere, and he seemed to be calming down, "But unfortunately, the owner of the pipa I knew has passed away for many years."

Zhong Ying was not surprised.

In 1942, Chu Shuming was over [-] years old, and they expected to die for many years now.

But Ferris smiled sadly, and sighed with relief.

"He died in 1944, in the Mauthausen concentration camp."