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After the concert that night, Fliss even took the initiative to contact Fan Chengyun and talked about some Chinese cultural relics in his family's collection.

Carved tables and chairs from the Ming and Qing dynasties, porcelain teacups from the Tang and Song dynasties, and some jade calligraphy and paintings are all of great value.

He wanted to give it to Fan Chengyun.

Fan Chengyun was very surprised and said, "These are all your private collections, so you don't need to give them to us."

"Because they are not things I bought back, they are collections taken by my grandfather. Mulan and Pipa are all gone, so it doesn't make sense for me to keep them."

Ferris's voice is rare and humble, "They come from China, so they should go back to China."

After hearing this, Fan Chengyun expected to get another permission.

He said: "Well, may I ask you to allow us to translate the autobiography of old Mr. Medowitz?"

Fliss' voice was full of confusion, "You want to publish it in China?"

"I cannot promise that it will be published."

Fan Chengyun said sincerely, "But I can guarantee that it will appear in the museum that is most suitable for it. There are old people from the Yiyin Yashe, the collections of the Yiyin Yashe, and a group of people who care about history and are willing to donate to the deceased. A lovely guardian for a lifetime."

"They will keep his memory of Mr. Chu for Mr. Medwitz, and they will also find a group of readers who understand this friendship for Mr. Medwitz."

The black-and-white autobiography filled with a whole row of bookshelves is not stained with dust in the quiet and gorgeous library, but no one cares about it.

At this time, there is an excellent place to go.

It can be translated into Chinese and placed in a suitable place in Qingling Lake Museum, together with Yiyin Yashe, Chu Shuming and Zheng Wanqing, waiting for visitors to stop and listen.

Go and listen to the silent music played in the distant Mauthausen concentration camp.

He solemnly said: "The "Remembrance" that cannot exist in Europe, let us accept it."

At the Vienna International Airport, Zhong Ying and Fan Chengyun still dressed lightly, except for two Mulan Pipas, which had been far away from their homeland for more than [-] years.

Unexpectedly, Chu Mu was already waiting for them at the check-in desk.

"You are finally here."

Chu Mu still looked free and undisciplined, and stuffed the cardboard box he had been holding in his hand for a long time to Zhong Ying as if he was relieved.

"What is this?" Zhong Ying looked at him curiously.

The things were not heavy, but the mouth of the box was tightly closed, and Zhong Ying couldn't free his hand to see what was there.

"I cleaned up my sister yesterday. I think there are some things I don't want, so I will give them to you."

After finishing speaking, he left, as if he didn't have many memories and sorrows.

"Boss Chu!"

Zhong Ying called him loudly, "When you go back to China, call me."

Chu Mu didn't look back, but raised his hand and waved.

I don't know whether he is signaling that he will not go back, or saying goodbye.

Zhong Ying is used to such a temper of going his own way.

He checked his luggage, passed the security check with the cardboard box in his arms, and boarded the plane back home.

Perhaps only during a long journey is it suitable to open up old memories.

Under the gentle reading light in the cabin, Zhong Ying took out the cardboard box and opened those things that Chu Mu kept carefully but said "no more".

A stack of old black and white photos left Zheng Wanqing and Chu Shuming in their youth.

That was the memory they took away from China. Zhong Ying saw the carefree smiles of the family of three, and he could also see Chu Zhiya, who was short and young, holding a pipa solemnly when she was a child.

Further inside, there are several vertical letters that have been preserved to this day.

Zhong Ying took out the letter paper, opened it, and saw the strong calligraphy——

"To my Qingqing: The willows are drooping and curling in the wind, why don't you go with us to enjoy the spring?"

This family letter from Chu Shuming to Zheng Wanqing was full of small talk, it should be an important letter that Zheng Wanqing kept carefully and was reluctant to throw away.

Zhong Ying put it aside, continued to look through, and found several Chinese-German bilingual envelopes received by Zheng Wanqing.

The sender's handwriting was rough and free, and Zhong Ying was very strange.

He opened it in confusion, and found that it was a letter sent by Zheng's elder brother to Zheng Wanqing.

"Fifth Sister: The world is unpredictable, as long as you have nothing to do. I was shocked to hear about the whole story of your stay in Austria. I have already asked the consulate for assistance. I hope to find the trace of my brother-in-law."

"Fifth Sister: There is no news from the Chu family either. My brother-in-law is auspicious, so he must be fine. It is important that you and Zhiya return soon."

"Fifth Sister: Why didn't you return to the Austrian Cruise Line for many years?"

Every letter is separated by months or even years, which is enough to know the difficulty of cross-border communication.

But between the lines, it is full of Zheng's elder brother's concern and concern for his younger sister's family.

To this day, Zhong Ying can only speculate on the situation at that time from these few replies.

Chu Shuming and Zheng Wanqing's return cruise was changed to an ocean-going freighter due to a breakdown on the cruise.

The cruise ship from the United States to China returned to China two months late, while the ocean-going freighter stayed in Austria, unable to leave the country that was blocked by Germany.

Foreign country, language barrier.

Chu Shuming and Zheng Wanqing were taken in and helped by kind-hearted Austrians, but they still couldn't leave.

In 1943, the Republic of China had already withdrawn its ambassadors and consuls to Austria, and the whole of Austria was shrouded in the blood of war and massacre.

Even if they remained silent, they were interrogated and made things difficult because of their special black hair and black eyes.

When he showed these letters to Fan Chengyun, the master also sighed.

"The Chu family still has a few distant relatives, but the Zheng family is gone."

Fan Chengyun looked at the last letter of Zheng's brother, and his eyes fell on the postmark time, "I'm afraid this is also the last inquiry from their family."

In 76 years, the war was turbulent enough for the two big families to fall apart and disappear.

Fan Chengyun also understood very well why Zheng Wanqing lost contact with the country and stayed more firmly.

Because Chu Shuming is not in China, he is here.

The photo shows a young and elegant cheongsam woman raising her daughter alone.

She studied German, went out to work, and occasionally taught Chinese and music. In Austria, she wrote a thick collection of Han Yuefu pipa music.

Chu Mulan's "Mulan Song", "Fangshu Song" and "Wusheng" are neatly organized, and Zheng Wanqing's later thinking is a bit more than the original research materials of Yiyin Yashe.

She wrote in delicate handwriting that "Mulan is burning, loyalty and filial piety are perfect", and she recorded a new pipa score for "Mulan Ci".

Next to the twentieth score of "Fang Shu Song", I left a sigh: "Fang Shu Sun Moon, don't worry, don't be jealous, don't feel sad."

Only the song "Wu Sheng", the word spectrum, has been revised repeatedly.

The traces of black, red and blue three-color pen circles filled the gaps in the manuscript, but next to the poem "The soul of the black dead flies to the sky", there is a clean and firm line——

"Death and life are impermanent, but I hope that the soul will return, and have a long talk with me."

In Zhong Ying's collected manuscripts, there is not a single sentence that mentions Chu Shuming, but he can feel the deep sadness and melancholy hidden in this sentence.

I am afraid that Zheng Wanqing, who is getting older, already knows that Chu Shuming is not alive.

If he is alive, he should come back.

Deep sadness filled the quiet and dim cabin.

The warm and bright yellow lamp above Zhong Ying's head illuminated a box of memories about Zheng Wanqing and Chu Shuming.

He finished flipping through the last page of the manuscript, and saw a clear color group photo at the bottom of the box.

It was an ordinary family portrait, with a kind-looking old lady sitting in front of the familiar apartment.

She has gray hair, haggard face, wrinkled smile, and a small baby in her arms.

Standing beside her was no longer her loving husband Chu Shuming, but the tall and straight Chu Zhiya and a little girl with an innocent smile.

This may be the last complete group photo of the Chu family, which was carefully put into the box by the careless Chu Mu.

It seems to be fulfilling piously, grandma's last wish.

Zheng Wanqing, who is no longer young, left the handwriting on the photo as before——

"I would like to travel thousands of miles to send my son back to his hometown."