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He Yuansheng's accusation completely shocked Zhong Ying's mind.

He is a student who grew up under the concept of respecting teachers and respecting morality. He cannot understand, let alone accept such unreasonable things from the student union to the teacher!

"Mr. He..."

He was about to ask why.

He Yuansheng immediately interrupted him, "If you want to excuse and justify those people, then don't say it!"

The old man completely misunderstood Zhong Ying's meaning, and his eyes were full of anger, reaffirming his stubbornness.

"The worst mistake I made in my life was to let Master return to China and Fai Sheng to return to China."

"So, I won't let Xisheng go back!"

Zhong Ying's emotional sensitivity made him unable to open his mouth anymore.

Whether it is asking "why" or feeling "how did this happen", it will add fuel to the fire and will not solve any problems at all.

So, he turned to Fan Chengyun for help.

I saw the master shook his head slightly, and then said: "Mr. He, we will respect your opinion."

In this case, it is tantamount to telling Zhong to take a long-term plan and stop irritating the poor old man.

They walked out of the study, only President Xie sent them out, and the assistant served tea and water in a low voice in the study.

"Mr. He is in a fit of anger, I will persuade him."

President Xie has followed He Yuansheng for many years and knows the old man's temper well, "Even if Xisheng donates to Lyric College, I will reach an agreement with the dean and curator in private. If we wait a few more years, we will definitely send it back. China's."

Zhong Ying frowned, understood Chairman Xie's promise to Master, but felt extremely heavy in his heart.

President Xie meant that after He Yuansheng passed away, their Chinese Mutual Aid Association and Lyric College would make another donation.

However, this is not what they wanted when they came to the United States.

He is looking forward to Xisheng's return home.

However, he would not hope that this set of chime clocks could only return home with the old man's regret and anger.

Because, the record wall of the Chinese Mutual Aid Association has written all the experiences of Xisheng's separation and reintegration.

Every reunion, there is He Yuansheng's dedication and hard work.

He treats a set of chimes like a family member.

Zhong Ying also hoped that he could return to China with his family and fulfill the promise Feng Yuanqing had made to him.

It was not until they returned to the hotel that Zhong Ying expressed his thoughts.

"Master, can't we let Mr. He understand what Mr. Feng and Teacher Bai are thinking?"

He was only two years old, and Feng Yuanqing died forever, but it didn't mean he knew nothing about Feng Yuanqing.

That is a great musician, but also a teacher worthy of admiration.

Before he bought Chime Bells, before he joined Yiyin Yashe, he taught at Qingling Lake College, teaching generations of erhu players.

Zhong Ying's understanding of him was once limited to the few words Bai Huisheng mentioned.

Until Qingling Lake College held a concert commemorating the [-]th anniversary of Feng Yuanqing's death, Zhong Ying saw with his own eyes countless elderly, middle-aged, and young people who came to mourn, and heard that they all claimed to be Teacher Feng's students.

Their respect and love for Teacher Feng, and their nostalgia for Teacher Feng became an erhu ensemble, resounding over Qingling Lake.

This is also the first time that Zhong Ying truly understands the inheritance of "Heaven, Earth, Monarch, Parent, Teacher" from the perspective of the students.

Zhong Ying didn't know which bastards He Yuansheng was accusing.

However, those who can make Feng Yuanqing proud and nostalgic must be those students who are still willing to play a commemorative song for him ten years after his death.

Zhong Ying's question made Fan Chengyun silent for a long time.

He said: "Waiting for a few more years to pick up Xisheng is undoubtedly the safest way. But..."

Master smiled, "I also think that what Mr. Feng and Huisheng want is definitely not such a comeback."

Xisheng is the last wish of the two musicians.

But staying alone in the world, and exhausting their whole life to find the sound of the chime bell for them, is it not their concern.

They have seen too many miserable partings, and they deeply understand why He Yuansheng is angry and angry.

Because his respected Feng Yuanqing and his beloved Bai Huisheng all walked in front of him.

So much so that in his lonely life, only Xi Sheng was left, which became his last obsession.

Fan Chengyun said: "Mr. He is just too sad, too sad, and has forgotten Mr. Feng's wish. If he can remember what Mr. Feng said, he will definitely wake up and regret donating Xisheng to Lyric College."

"I don't want Xisheng to go to Lyric Academy."

Zhong Ying said silently.

No matter how good that historic university is, no matter how beautiful its museum is, it is not Xi Sheng's home.

With a persistent gaze, he said, "I want Mr. He and Xi Sheng to go back to Qingling Lake College together to attend Teacher Bai's commemorative concert."

Fan Chengyun was pleased to see him.

Qingling Lake College is where Feng Yuanqing and Bai Huisheng have worked all their lives. Before they set off for the United States, the dean said this.

The students mourned the death of Bai Huisheng. They spontaneously huddled outside the teacher's dormitory building and lit candles all night. When it was time to turn off the lights and go to bed, they still refused to go back and kept vigil outside the building.

In the end, Fang Lan persuaded him to go back.

Fang Lan said: "Teacher Bai has always been concerned about you. If you have anything to say, just wait until his commemorative meeting and then tell him."

The commemorative concert scheduled by the college became the consolation for the students who were sad to leave.

Only by giving them an expectation, would they be willing to focus on the commemorative concert, so as not to be overly sad for the teacher's departure.

However, this moving fact is not suitable to be mentioned in front of He Yuansheng.

Because, he only remembered the hatred brought by the students.

"Maybe……"

Fan Chengyun said hesitantly, "We can use the score created by Mr. Feng and try again."

They sat on the sofa in the hotel, planning silently, and decided to make one last attempt.

For musicians, there is probably no better way to awaken the memory of the elderly than replaying Feng Yuanqing's score.

"Fang Lan should have kept a lot of Mr. Feng's manuscripts. I have only heard part of the erhu music composed by the old man, so I should carefully select it again and study the arrangement of the concert."

With that said, Fan Chengyun looked at Zhong Ying.

"You are Huisheng's student, that is, Mr. Feng's student."

Fan Chengyun's trust in Zhong Ying is always based on his sincerity and talent.

"You should be the one who understands them best, so I hope you can create a final chapter. For Mr. Feng, for Huisheng, and even more for Mr. He."

Even in the face of He Yuansheng's reprimand and stubbornness, it was impossible for Fan Chengyun to complain about the old man who was over eighty years old.

The same is true for Zhong Ying.

It's just that his mood is depressed and heavy, and his eyes are looking forward to Ai Ai.

Seeing him like this, Fan Chengyun asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

It has been 16 years since Feng Yuanqing passed away, but Zhong Ying didn't know what happened to the old man until today.

Facing his kind and tolerant Master, he dared to ask the question that was many years late.

"...Mr. Feng, do you hate me?"

I hate those ungrateful students, I hate that blind and dark age, I hate the darkness of the world and the injustice of the world.

The hotel room was silent, as if his answer would never be answered.

However, Fan Chengyun still said, "Hate, I don't hate."

He touched Zhong Ying's short hair, and he knew how sensitive the child he raised was to the thoughts conveyed by music.

Therefore, Fan Chengyun smiled lightly: "I can't judge anything for him, but Feng Yuanqing has always been my respected teacher. His lifelong pursuit is in music, and his life's hope is in the score. You have learned the music he composed, and you can learn more deeply. If you understand "Race of the Tiger" and "A Thousand Families in Spring", you should know—"

"He just hates that time is running out, and he can't continue to teach more students, and can't let more people know how to use the bowstring of the erhu to appreciate the great mountains and rivers of the motherland."

What Master said is not wrong.

The great and honorable old man never wasted time in hatred.

Zhong Ying learned his erhu music from an early age. The optimism and positiveness in the string music brought Feng Yuanqing's joy after going through war and suffering.

As if those eyes were relying on the beloved musical instrument, they still saw Wanshan red all over the forest, and the great spring fell into the brilliance of thousands of lights.

He couldn't see, but Zhong Ying didn't feel his blindness.

From the strings of the erhu, you can always see the colorful eyes of Feng Yuanqing.

But Zhong Ying stood by the window of the room, unable to fully devote himself to the creation of the final chapter of the concert.

He has mastered many skills in composing music, and can also write scores for various instruments.

The emotion and sadness in his heart interfered with his thoughts.

This is not a simple commemorative song, it must appease an angry old man, and tell the voice of a deceased who has not changed after 80 years.

Zhong Ying prides himself on not being a genius, and he can't easily promise to do it.

Because, his creation cannot completely replace Feng Yuanqing's position in He Yuansheng's heart.

"The Row of the Tiger" is a song that praises the soldiers who left home during the war, did not change their aspirations, and defended the country bravely.

"Spring in Thousands of Families" contains a musician's joy and gratitude for the splendid spring of the motherland.

When they are connected together, the idea of ​​"soldiers defending their homes and the country in exchange for peace and tranquility" can be derived without any burden.

However, Zhong Ying felt that this would not be the happy thought that He Yuansheng wanted to hear, let alone appease the old man's anger that he still held grudges to this day.

At this time, he finally felt the powerlessness of human beings and the paleness of music.

If ghosts and gods and souls really exist, he would rather use his body as a matchmaker to ask Feng Yuanqing to come to the world again.

Maybe it was Feng Yuanqing who just needed to say to He Yuansheng——

Don't feel sorry for me, you go home with Xisheng.

Thousands of troubles and disputes, painful parting, one sentence is enough.

Zhong Ying, who has been struggling all day, has no inspiration.

At noon the next day, he was in a state of painful jet lag. He sat in a simple tripartite meeting, but propped his head up and just wanted to sleep.

Seeing that he was too sleepy to keep his eyes open, Fang Lan called him out.

"Xiao Ying, go back to your room and rest, I will discuss the venue and personnel slowly with your master."

It's not that Zhong Ying can't bear the jet lag, it's just that he was thinking about the music score last night and didn't sleep well.

So, he obeyed the teacher's advice, went back to his room and fell asleep.

He slept very well, and in the afternoon, he was woken up by his mobile phone.

Zhong Ying grabbed it and took a look, surprised to see the note on the screen:

Li Jinqiu.

"Brother Qiu, what happened?"

He picked it up in surprise.

The voice over there was energetic, and he asked dissatisfiedly: "I can't call you if I have nothing to do? I also want to care about when Chime Bell will return to China, and I am going to visit it."

His tone was casual, as if he was chatting.

Zhong Ying looked at the time, was sure and then asked: "Brother Qiu, what time is it over there?"

"Ah?" The sudden question confused Li Jinqiu who was exchanging pleasantries.

He paused before answering, "Four o'clock, what's the matter?"

"Four o'clock in the morning." Zhong Ying looked at the dual clocks on his phone and lay down on the bed to help him make up.

Li Jinqiu didn't think there was a problem at all.

He was confident, "Aren't I taking care of your American time?"

Zhong Ying rubbed his pillow helplessly, and said with a smile, "I thought at this time, unless there were earthquakes, torrents and tsunamis, ordinary people should be sleeping well."

Li Jinqiu is not an ordinary person, he is a fairy who is used to staying up late.

He snorted softly and said, "That's not important. I just want to ask, when will you come back, I'll pick you up."

Zhong Ying's drowsiness was replaced by sorrow, and the problems that had entangled him throughout the night came back to his mind with Li Jinqiu's relaxed tone.

"I can't come back for the time being." He said helplessly, "I encountered a little difficulty."

Zhong Ying's difficulties have always been Li Jinqiu's favorite.

He regained his spirit immediately, "Difficulty? Okay, then tell me what is the difficulty."

Li Jinqiu caught Zhong Ying, and he must report immediately.

So, Zhong Ying half-closed his eyes, and slowly told about He Yuansheng over the phone.

From He Yuansheng's hard work for the chime, to the tape He Yuansheng received, an old man who cares about his master and loves his nephew, the sadness and pain he has experienced, are all expressed in simple words.

He thought of Feng Yuanqing's optimistic laughter in the tape, and sighed long and hard: "If the tape sent by Mr. Feng, and the photo taken with him, there is no way for Mr. He to understand his true heart. How can I rely on a song?" Music, let Mr. He understand the mood of the deceased."

"Why is it impossible?"

Li Jinqiu was categorical, and he didn't intend to mourn the spring and autumn with Zhong Ying at all.

He said confidently: "I will have it when I come."

Zhong Ying:?

Li Jinqiu is perhaps the most helpful composer Zhong Ying has ever seen in his life.

The last time I was in Vienna, I stopped by to help, and the same goal was achieved by different routes.

This time, Li Jinqiu came directly to the scene with a long-distance flight.

"I have experience in erhu and guqin ensembles. If you lack an orchestra, I will contact the American Theater for help. There is no problem in borrowing their venue. Whether you want to hold a private concert or a public concert, it is easy to talk about."

When Li Jinqiu arrived at the hotel, he was not at all tired. He even took the orchestra and venue into consideration for Zhong Ying.

Unfortunately, he didn't hear Zhong Ying's praise, only saw Zhong Ying's shocked and dazed gaze.

"what happened?"

"Brother Qiu, it's great to have you here!"

Zhong Ying's words came from the bottom of his heart, he didn't expect Li Jinqiu to come so quickly, and he also put forward an excellent proposal, which was swift and resolute.

Whether the plan will work is another matter.

The main reason is that the great composer exudes brilliance, and every sentence conveys the confidence of "we will do it".

Zhong Ying, who had been depressed for two or three days, was immediately infected by his optimism.

Zhong Ying said with a smile: "I prepared for the worst, and I will be scolded by Mr. He again. But when you said that, I suddenly felt that with your excellent composition ability and your very contagious music, Maybe it can really appease the angry Mr. He."

Li Jinqiu, who always thought he was super good, couldn't help but twitch his lips when he heard Zhong Ying's praise.

"Come on." He was super happy in his heart, but he still didn't like this on the surface.

"Some people still think I can't speak, my morals are bad, and my music is bad."

"Who is so blind?" Zhong Ying was shocked.

Li Jinqiu was held back by his innocent question.

Call it Zhong Ying, but Zhong Ying has never said that.

I just think he is "very similar" to a guy like Chu Mu who smokes, drinks, speaks aggressively, and has poor pipa fingering!

Li Jinqiu was in a complicated mood, curled his lips, and hinted euphemistically, "Anyway, there are people."

Zhong Ying had to seriously defend Li Jinqiu. He said: "That's because they don't understand. Your music and your melody can explain your character. In my eyes, no one is more sincere and open-minded than you. magnanimous."

Li Jinqiu showed a bright smile in embarrassment, and couldn't stop laughing.

"I'm not as good as you say."

"Yes." Zhong Ying was sure.

The small and simple living room of the hotel has become an excellent place for four people to meet.

Fan Chengyun smiled all over his face, "Mr. Li, you are really a kind person."

Fang Lan was very grateful, "I never thought we could get your help, now we don't have to worry about the performance venue."

After Zhong Ying's praise, Li Jinqiu faced the sincere praise of the two elders.

He sat upright, not daring to be lazy and negligent.

"I heard what Zhong Ying said about Mr. Feng and Mr. Bai. I think now, there should be more music scores, videos, and recordings about them."

Li Jinqiu was more solemn than ever, "It is indeed impossible to impress stubborn people with pure music. Therefore, we should regard this performance as an advocacy of Mr. Feng's beliefs."

Playing and promoting are two different things.

The musicians present here have participated in countless presentations, so they naturally understand the truth.

Fan Chengyun heard the words and said: "Then let's contact the dean and ask him to send the video of the commemorative concert held by the college before."

"There are also manuscripts, photos..."

As Fang Lan spoke, she suddenly remembered something, "I asked the students to help me find it, and they even recorded the lessons for Huisheng! Master seems to have a teaching video too."

With Li Jinqiu's inspiration, the selection of tracks from a pool of stagnant water became full of vitality.

This concert specially prepared for He Yuansheng is no longer a pure music performance, but a comprehensive review of the will of Feng Yuanqing and Bai Huisheng during their lifetime.

Such a commemoration cannot be rushed.

Li Jinqiu roughly mentioned the things that needed to be involved, and they could immediately think of who to ask for help.

Even if China and the United States are thousands of miles away, there are computers, express delivery, and video calls that can solve their troubles.

Everything is in the preparation stage. Li Jinqiu has a rough idea in his mind, but he can't finalize it right away.

He stretched his arms, sat on the bed, and asked while thinking: "You said, is the theme this time set on Mr. Feng's expectations for a bright future, or Mr. Feng's and Mr. Bai's strong expectations for Xisheng's return to China... ..."

When he lost his voice, he heard Zhong Ying's gentle female voice.

"Xiao Ying, if you want anything else, tell me, and I'll look for it."

That voice was mature and restrained, Li Jinqiu seemed to have heard it before.

So, curiously, he stretched his head out to see who Zhong Ying was chatting with, but as soon as his shadow entered the frame, there was an explosion!

"Brother, why are you in America?!"

Li Jinqiu completely fell off the bed, and unexpectedly found Zhou Juntong and Sister Xu crowded in front of the computer screen.

"Why are you in Fanlin?"

He was very dissatisfied with his old sister's behavior, raised his hand to look at the time, "It's already eleven o'clock in the evening, why don't you go home?"

The two siblings looked at each other over a computer video call.

Zhou Juntong spoke uprightly, "I want to help sister Xu and Xiao Ying, and I will sleep with her tonight. Why, no?"

The friendship of girls is to hold hands in the bathroom and sleep together under the big quilt.

Li Jinqiu had a disdainful look of "I can't understand", "You are so troublesome", and "It's nothing to do". Zhou Juntong could understand it on his own without him talking.

Zhou Juntong suddenly became angry, his eyes widened and he raised his voice and asked, "What about you!"

Li Jinqiu sneered and said concisely, "I have a lot of money."

"..."

To be able to go to the United States without saying a word is indeed a waste of money.