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Zhou Juntong immediately complained, saying: "Sister Xu, look, I think my brother is this kind of bastard. Talking can make people mad!"

Sister Xu laughed out loud, obviously having heard this kind of thing countless times.

Before she agreed, Li Jinqiu frowned.

"Don't slander me." He warned his ignorant younger sister.

"What kind of slander is this?" Zhou Juntong was not afraid, "I'm just telling the truth. Right, Xiao Ying."

Zhong Ying couldn't help laughing, he felt Zhou Juntong's strong need for approval.But like Sister Xu, he watched the two brothers and sisters tearing each other down hahaha, and never expressed his opinion.

With four young men gathered together via video call, it's impossible to be quiet.

When Zhou Juntong and Li Jinqiu quarreled across the air, Zhong Ying's grief and pain were all dispersed in the chattering arguments.

"Don't look for approval."

Li Jinqiu glanced at Zhou Juntong, saw Zhong Ying smiling happily, and decided to let his sister go.

But he folded his hands, showing the attitude of adults who dislike children getting in the way, and asked directly, "It's so late, go to bed quickly, don't make trouble for us, we are talking about business."

When Zhou Juntong heard it, he crowded in front of the computer, occupying the screen.

"I'm also talking about business, and I can help too."

She strongly protested, "Sister Xu and I will go to Qingling Lake College tomorrow to help Teacher Fang find information to contact students. I am much more useful than you going to the United States and disturbing Xiao Ying to rest."

Li Jinqiu raised his eyebrows, and was about to ridicule his sister's oil bottle, what qualifications did he have to say about himself, but Zhong Ying interrupted the conversation with a smile.

"Brother Qiu is also helping me."

Zhong Ying gave Li Jinqiu a lot of face, and he immediately raised Li Jinqiu's previous inquiries to seek collective wisdom, "If you are not in a hurry to rest, help us think about the theme of the concert together."

Zhong Ying threw out the theme of the concert, and finally calmed down the tit-for-tat confrontation between the two siblings.

In an empty meeting, there was finally a definite topic for discussion.

The young people quieted down, listening to Zhong Ying slowly repeating the meaning of Master and Fang Lan, as well as the past of Feng Yuanqing and Bai Huisheng.

Noon in the United States is midnight in China.

Zhou Juntong, who was elated just now, looked sad.

She heard the story of losing contact, regained her voice, and before she had time to cheer, she waited until it was dark.

Healthy people can never conceive the horrors of blindness.

Zhou Juntong's face was pale and dignified, and he asked in the quiet night: "... Is Teacher Feng's life going to be dark from now on?"

"It's not dark, there should be nothing."

Sitting next to Zhong Ying, Li Jinqiu recounted the theories he had heard, "They say that we close our eyes and open one of them, and the remaining emptiness is the world of the blind."

A world of nothing.

There is no black, no white, no light, and we can only rely on hearing, touch, and smell to imagine an incomplete world.

"But in a world where there is nothing, Mr. Feng's music is still colorful, colorful and full of spring."

Zhong Ying didn't have an erhu at hand, but he could clearly recall the sound of the bow pulling the silver strings, as well as the pieces composed by Feng Yuanqing.

"Even after he lost his sight, he still composed many pieces of music. The song "Spring Scenery in Thousands of Families" has been handed down to this day. It has always been a famous song praising spring, praising the beautiful motherland, and praising family reunion. It is very popular."

Zhou Juntong hadn't heard of "Spring in Ten Thousand Families", so he raised his hand to search and played it directly.

The melody was accompanied by the erhu, and the silence flowed in the peaceful night, but she was shocked and astonished.

"It's this song! I've heard this song!"

She grew up learning violin and piano, and her understanding of folk music is mediocre.

But like "Spring in Wanjia", there are definitely not many pieces of music that she can hum along with the melody.

It appears in countless picturesque promotional videos, and even in the background sound of online videos.

When it sounds, green mountains and green waters, red flowers and fallen leaves will appear in anyone's mind.

A thriving beauty has become the memory of this piece of music engraved in the souls of the listeners.

Zhou Juntong said in surprise: "How could it be possible for a blind person? No, I mean how could it be the music composed by Mr. Feng. It sounds...it doesn't sound sad at all!"

Her words are equivalent to the thoughts of all the young people present.

They all know that the creation of music is like poetry, which is often obsessed with expressing the creator's intention.

If you are blind, even if you sing the praises of spring, you can't help feeling that you will never see this beautiful spring scene again.Full of a touch of regret and sadness.

Zhong Ying said: "It really comes from Mr. Feng's sincerity, and it has not been modified by outsiders."

Sister Xu nodded and added: "Teacher Feng's songs have always been full of these images. Xiao Ying often plays them. I can't hear any hatred or sadness."

She fully understood everyone's shock, and she was equally shocked, "And until now, I haven't felt from the song that Teacher Feng is invisible."

An instrument like the erhu is famous for its tragic songs.

But Zhong Ying picked up the erhu and played the music taught by Bai Huisheng. He was always happy and leisurely, leading the children's carefree imagination, playing colorful flowers with a bowstring.

Zhong Ying listened to "Spring in Ten Thousand Families" and felt melancholy, "Because Teacher Bai never said these things. Teacher Fang would not say that either."

When he was learning Erhu, he often went to Bai Huisheng's house.

On the wall and on the table, there were group photos carefully preserved by He Yuansheng.Those few decorative photos all have Mr. Feng whom he has never seen before.

Round and square sunglasses appear in group photos of teachers, uncles and nephews, as well as solo photos of Feng Yuanqing lying leisurely in a chair.

Zhong Ying often looks at those photos and thinks that Feng Yuanqing is really a fashionable old man.

Not only can I speak English, but I have been to the United States, and I also like to learn from those foreigners who live well, take some artistic photos, and wear sunglasses to bask in the sun.

What happened to Feng Yuanqing became a tacit understanding that the younger generation no longer mentioned it.

Students like Zhong Ying, who were far away, naturally had no way of knowing what He Yuansheng knew.

The melodious and melodious "Spring Scenery of Ten Thousand Families" came out of the room.

Suddenly, Sister Xu asked, "Since Mr. Feng can't see it, who organized his music scores and teaching materials for him?"

"Of course it's Teacher Bai and Teacher Fang." Zhong Ying replied immediately.

"What about before?" Sister Xu is many years older, so she naturally has more considerations than Zhong Ying, "When Mr. Bai went to study in the United States, and Mr. Feng was teaching music at Qingling Lake College again, who will help him?"

Zhong Ying fell silent.

he does not know.

When he went to Qingling Lake College to study Erhu, Bai Huisheng was already a well-known teacher, and Fang Lan also taught in the college.

What Feng Yuanqing left behind was just a large number of erhu scores, research materials, and a few artistic photos of sunglasses.

A window faintly opened in Zhong Ying's heart, "I'll ask Master!"

Senior sisters and younger sisters who are far away in China are sent to go to bed early and get up early.

Zhong Ying and Li Jinqiu, two jet-lagged parties, rushed to Fan Chengyun's place immediately, wanting to know Feng Yuanqing in more detail.

Fan Chengyun was looking at Feng Yuanqing's erhu score, thinking about how to replace the erhu music with guqin music.

Hearing this, he thought for a while and said, "When Huisheng went to the United States, Mr. Feng's eldest apprentice should have been taking care of him. Her name is Wu Nian, which is Huisheng's master."

Wu Nian was only in his 50s and died unexpectedly.

Fan Chengyun has never seen it, and only heard about it from Bai Huisheng.

So, they found the busy Fang Lan.

After many years, when she suddenly heard this long-lost name, Fang Lan was stunned.

"It is true that Master is taking care of Master, but..."

She smiled, "I heard from my master that the master is very busy, so he only helps out at night. The students come to class every day and are more diligent in serving tea and water. Many of the music scores are also organized by the students."

The words Fang Lan relayed revealed Feng Yuanqing's love for the students.

Those students who came to Qingling Lake College to study erhu and rhythm could not stay for a long time. They tacitly took on Feng Yuanqing's food and daily life, and moved the serious and blunt classroom to the teachers' dormitory.

Zhong Ying was obviously listening to the old stories of students taking care of their teachers many years ago, but felt that these things had been happening all the time. He was learning Erhu at Bai Huisheng's house, and he had seen it many times with his own eyes.

In the once simple dormitory bungalows, students helped fold quilts, wash clothes, boil water and cook.

Now the simple dormitory building, the students help clean and carry, eat and chat.

"Huisheng and I returned to China because our master passed away, and we were afraid that our master would not be taken care of. After all, the students are going to graduate, so we can't bother them with everything."

She recalled her decision at the time and said: "At that time, my uncle sent us back, one was to visit Master and attend Master's funeral, and the other was to persuade Master to go to the United States with him."

In those days, birth, old age, sickness and death were commonplace.

Wu Nian's funeral was also simple. Although He Yuansheng and Wu Nian were brothers and sisters in name, they had never met each other, and they didn't have much friendship. They just went through a process.

However, after attending the funeral, he insisted on taking Feng Yuanqing to America.

"The master didn't want to go, so the uncle stayed here."

Thinking of the old things, Fang Lan's vicissitudes showed a smile, "Uncle Shi really cares about Shigong very much, even though they haven't seen each other for 30 or [-] years, Uncle Shi still looks like a child in front of Shigong."

Memories that have never been mentioned to anyone, but rediscovered, still reveal a rare warmth.

As she said that, Fang Lan laughed out loud, "He coaxes Master every day, and even acts coquettishly. In fact, Master Uncle prevented Hui Sheng from returning to China, and he also hoped to take this opportunity to take Master, who had no one to take care of him, to the United States. People get together."

Zhong Ying only had a serious, angry, and sad old man in his impression. In Fang Lan's narration, he had another look.

He is already a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes in the photo, and he will still be angry with Feng Yuanqing.

"If you don't go to America, I won't eat."

"If you want me to take you out to bask in the sun, follow me to America."

"Master, come with me. I'll buy you stereos and computers. The United States already has music synthesizers for computers. I can press a few keys for you to create the most beautiful music in the world."

Not only did he coerce and lure, but he was also coquettish and shameless.

After Zhong Ying listened, he could imagine how the middle-aged man in the photo was desperate for his master.

And how to rack their brains, want Mr. Feng to be tempted.

Fang Lan couldn't stop smiling.

Even if the uncle in her mouth scolded her, hated her, and blamed her, Fang Lan never complained about the old man.

"He is sincere to Shigong, and he is very kind to Huisheng. Moreover, he has devoted his whole life to Xisheng."

She is the relative who has been with Bai Huisheng the longest, and Bai Huisheng's attitude is her attitude.

Fang Lan's tone was gentle, and when he talked about Bai Huisheng's uncle in his heart, his voice was full of respect.

She said that the He family spent a lot of energy and money for Xi Sheng.

She said that He Yuansheng often went to auction houses and collectors, and bought a large number of cultural relics.

Everything He Yuansheng did was not only to fulfill Feng Yuanqing's wish, but also to make Bai Huisheng happy.

Because that is the relative he identified, with the same word "Sheng" as in his name.

Fang Lan looked kindly, and said: "Uncle Master really regards Huisheng as his own son. Because his own son is called He Mingsheng, his daughter is called He Juansheng, his little granddaughter is called Fengsheng, and his little great-grandson, who was just born a few years ago, is called Ju Voice."

"Hui Sheng said that they are all American citizens, and there is no need to make such a fuss about taking Chinese names. It was the name that my uncle insisted on."

Zhong Ying listened quietly, but was silently reading in her heart.

Yuansheng, Mingsheng, Juansheng, Fengsheng, Jusheng, and... Huisheng.

"Teacher Fang." Zhong Ying asked suddenly, "Mr. Bai, did Mr. Feng choose the name?"

"Yes."

Fang Lan's expression was gentle, as if she was recalling the high hopes her husband had placed in telling her name.

"Huisheng said that when he was born, he wailed and cried loudly. His voice was so loud that his teacher couldn't be at peace. He heard that he was a child who was restless and would achieve great achievements. Therefore, he was named Huisheng."

Names are very important to every Chinese.

Words and words, words and words, full of ardent expectations.

Zhong Ying heard many names related to "Sound", one after another, like a lost bell body, full of indelible expectations, waiting for a reunion.

Zhong Ying suddenly looked at Master, "I remember that Xi Sheng's name was only taken by Mr. Feng when he left the United States."

"At that time, Mr. He was already Mr. Feng's apprentice!"

It's not that there is a hopeful sound first, and then a predestined sound.

But there is a predestined sound before there is a hopeful sound!

Fan Chengyun nodded, and said: "Mr. Feng should be hoping that this set of chime bells can become Mr. He's family and brother. Instead of himself, he can accompany and have a blind date with this apprentice who is far away from him."

The ancient chime bells have existed for thousands of years.

However, when it had a name, it was truly recorded in He Yuansheng's memory.

Zhong Ying finally found the theme he wanted to express.

It is not only Mr. Feng's expectation for the return of chime bells, not only the praise of the great rivers and mountains of the motherland, but also the reunion of lost relatives and friends like bells, and the chime bells play their voices.

"Master, I want to join the chime in the concert."

Zhong Ying's eyes lit up, he understood Feng Yuanqing, and He Yuansheng even more.

"I can go to Professor Wellard and borrow the set of replica chimes."

This is no longer a performance purely to soothe the pain of the elderly.

What Zhong Ying wanted to do was to tell the old man that the voices of Feng Yuanqing and Bai Hui were gone, but there were still countless voices accompanying him instead of the deceased.

Zhong Ying's thoughts aroused everyone's surging thoughts, and the sad and silent air erupted with warm echoes.

Fan Chengyun's gaze gathered light again in the disciple's words.

"Chime bells, guqin, erhu..."

He muttered to himself and said firmly: "We need to find some students, we need more erhus."

"Fang Lan, can you still get in touch with those students who participated in the concert commemorating the tenth anniversary of Mr. Feng's death?"

Fang Lan froze for a moment, then said uncertainly, "Maybe."

After all, six years had passed, and she couldn't guarantee that she could contact everyone, but she could try.

A beautiful and warm blueprint is placed in front of everyone.

What they were looking for was not those dark and evil criminals, but Feng Yuanqing's real students!

Young, middle-aged and old students played the erhu score together, which has touched countless listeners who have forgotten Feng Yuanqing.

If the students can pick up the bow and pull the strings again, they may be able to replace Feng Yuanqing and Bai Huisheng, and tell the stubborn old man the true feelings that Xisheng carries.

Due to jet lag, Zhong Ying was so excited and clear-headed by this beautiful sight.

He and Li Jinqiu hurried to Lyric Academy.

Not only do they want to borrow the replica chimes, but they also want to borrow the auditorium of Lyric College.

A place with chime bells and students is the most suitable place to invite He Yuansheng.

The Museum of Lyric Academy was just around the corner, and the sleeping sister Xu sent a message.

"Uncle Fan said, have you come up with a theme?"

Holding the phone in his hands, Zhong Ying replied excitedly, "Yes. Sister Xu, remember to go to Qingling Lake College and find a way to find students who participated in the concert commemorating the tenth anniversary of Feng Yuanqing's death."

"Why are you looking for them?" Sister Xu returned quickly.

"Play! Video! Record!" Zhong Ying said concisely, "We want to play another commemorative performance for Mr. Feng."

He waited for sister Xu to go to Qingling Lake College in person to find the dean and teachers. In short, if there were no students at that time, it would be fine if there were audio and video recordings of that time.

However, Sister Xu didn't seem to have any hesitation or confusion, and replied.

"I asked, how many people do you want? When will you want it?"

Zhong Ying:? !

The efficiency was so high that Zhong Ying's footsteps towards the Lyric College Museum were frightened and stopped.

Soon, sister Xu kindly sent a screenshot of the chat.

The above is an extremely active chat group, sister Xu has already circled all the members, click to send——

"Are you free recently? We are planning to hold a commemorative concert for Mr. Feng in the United States."

Early in the morning, there were already three or four people responding: "When?" "Wow, why in the United States?"

Zhong Ying holds the mobile phone and examines it carefully. The group name is Teacher Feng's student group.

She is still the leader!

Zhong Ying couldn't believe his eyes at all, and asked in shock and amazement, "When did you become Mr. Feng's student?"

Sister Xu answered as a matter of course, "When selling erhu."