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"Yuansheng, the willow trees have sprouted recently, and the greenery is reflected in the lake of the college, which is very beautiful."

Feng Yuanqing's voice echoed in the study, the tone was still leisurely.

He said, "Since I can't take pictures for you to see, I'll play a song for you."

His laughter was recorded intact, as well as the sound of fumbling with the erhu, the clicking of the bow and the body of the piano.

After a while, the melodious and melodious tune was clearly transmitted along with the rustling noise of the recording.

Feng Yuanqing's new song is beautiful.

A person like He Yuansheng who has no musical talent can feel the spring scenery of the distant Qingling Lake from the erhu's vibrating strings and trembling bows.

The silver strings gurgled, corresponding to the light change of the bow hair, as if someone reached out and shook the rippling spring lake, making the sound of splashing water.

The old man was lying in a chair, staring at the spinning tape player.

He remembered that the first time he heard this recording was in the scorching summer.

The air conditioner made a whirring noise, so he turned off the air conditioner, stood by the hot window, and listened to Master's impromptu performance, which was like the spring breeze blowing through the green willow leaves, sending the cool lake breeze.

The music is not long, but he will never forget the refreshment of his soul when he was sweating profusely.

It seems that he is also standing by the lake of the college, looking at the willow leaf shoots that Master looks at, and feeling the insights that Master has easily obtained in the warm spring breeze.

"Haha, how is it? Doesn't it sound good?"

Feng Yuanqing's inquiry has been answered countless times.

Every time He Yuansheng listened to it, he would seriously praise: "Master, your erhu is always the best I have ever heard."

Even Feng Yuanqing couldn't hear it at all.

But at this time, He Yuansheng did not make a sound.

His eyes fell on the slowly rotating tape machine, waiting for it to end the recording and make the expected click.

The old man's rough and dry fingers touched the old machine.

He sighed and asked, "Why can you still laugh?"

The study was quiet and no one could answer.

He Yuansheng asked this question many times.

He doesn't get any answers.

Every year, the master will ask someone to send tapes, each of which contains his happy laughter and moving music.

Feng Yuanqing, who has an erhu, is always in high spirits.

Even if he talked about boring scenery and trivial things, He Yuansheng could clearly feel his happiness from the tape.

Those happiness, through time, do not fade for a long time.

In the past, He Yuansheng would have followed suit.

Now, every time he listens to it, he feels that he doesn't understand.

He didn't understand why Feng Yuanqing could endure such a life.

He didn't understand why Feng Yuanqing didn't want to go to America with him.

He still doesn't understand why Feng Yuanqing still chooses to stay in Qingling Lake College and teach a group of ungrateful students after suffering intolerable suffering for human beings.

Even these students caused him to lose his eyes.

Thinking about it, He Yuansheng burst into tears again.

He took the handkerchief and wiped it carefully, not daring to be too sad, let alone shed tears.

Because he had to protect his eyes, he wanted to see more scenery, more worlds, and more stories for Feng Yuanqing.

When we meet again in the future, he can tell the other party slowly.

"Master, I regret sending Hui Sheng back to China, I regret it."

He Yuansheng complained softly, put down the handkerchief, and stabilized his emotions.

He turned on the player and took out the old tape that read "In the spring of 1978, a letter from Feng Yuanqing, II".

He said: "I also lived to your age at that time. If I don't let Huisheng return to China and forcefully bring you to Washington, will you all be able to live well?"

As he got older, He Yuansheng's obsession became more profound, and only his fantasies remained in his mind.

"We took Fengsheng and Jusheng to bask in the sun in the garden, and went to the Chinese Mutual Aid Association to see Xisheng."

"We can also teach them to ring the chime from an early age, so that they understand that it is the sound of their brothers and sisters."

He was talking to himself, as if he could see the warm and harmonious scene.

Feng Yuanqing liked children very much, and it was precisely because he liked children that he met him.

No matter how old He Yuansheng was, he could still remember his sixth birthday.

He made a wish to his father, saying that he would go to Vienna to listen to the best concert in the world and take pictures with the greatest musicians.

His father smiled and asked him, "Then who do you think is the greatest musician?"

He Yuansheng was ignorant, and said innocently: "Schubert! Haydn! Beethoven!"

The children wanted to take a photo with the great musician who passed away, but they couldn't realize it after all.

However, he waited until a stranger with a strange instrument.

"This is a great musician from China. He is better than Schubert, Haydn, and Beethoven. You can take a photo with him!"

A father's words of coaxing his son made He Yuansheng full of curiosity about this stranger.

He remembered that Feng Yuanqing sat there and picked up a weird instrument.

When the other party spreads his arms a little, he can play a soul-stirring piece of music for him with a smile.

He could hear seagulls calling and paddling across the mighty rapids.

You can also hear the ding-dong of the spring water, and the gurgling of clear water.

The musical instrument with only two strings is more colorful than the six-string guitar and four-string violin that He Yuansheng has seen.

The great musician he dreamed of at a young age is nothing more than that!

"Happy Birthday to you~"

The great musician played ocean spring water, birds and fish, and played birthday wishes to him as soon as the bowstring was turned.

He Yuansheng's eyes looked at him, and infinite excitement rose in his heart.

"Make a wish, Yuansheng." His father urged him with a smile.

He Yuansheng looked at the candlelit cake, looked at the great musician, and loudly made his wish——

"Dad, I want to learn music with him, Dad!"

At the age of six, He Yuansheng relied on his rascality and arrogance to become Feng Yuan's apprentice.

Even if he had no talent, he was only a good dragon to the erhu, and Feng Yuanqing accepted him.

He can't hold the qin tube steadily, and he can't play heaven, earth and ocean. In the United States, where Western music is prevalent, it is impossible to become an erhu player.

However, Feng Yuanqing still treated him like an apprentice.

Carefully teach him everything about Chinese rhythm.

Five tones and twelve rhythms, Gong Shangjiao Zhengyu.

Yanle 28, Shangchigong Fan Liuwuyi.

He Yuansheng can only play the simplest legato on the erhu, which does not prevent Feng Yuanqing from saying patiently: "As long as you understand music theory, you can understand music. Whether the erhu is good or not is secondary, the important thing is, You can feel joy from music."

He is indeed happy.

Follow Feng Yuanqing to fiddle with the erhu, and he is very happy every time he learns the sound of Xisheng.

This kind of happiness lasted until he was 15 years old.

Feng Yuanqing said: "The school needs teachers, I have to go back."

At that time, He Yuansheng thought that the chimes would be found and sent back to China soon.

So, he stood beside the chime and swore: "Master, it is my elder brother, my senior brother. When I find it all, I will go back to China with it to find you!"

After hearing this, Feng Yuanqing smiled brightly.

"Since it's your brother, it should have a name similar to yours."

He pondered for a moment, looked at the incomplete set of chimes, and gave it a name that was very similar to Yuansheng——

Xi Sheng.

He said: "This is what an ancient Chinese "Tao Te Ching" says. The great sound has no sound, but the elephant has no form."

"Your name is Yuansheng, which is the voice of fate when we met in the United States; it is called Xisheng, which is the voice of our common hope."

He Yuansheng will always remember Feng Yuanqing's smile and his serious tone.

He said: "You and Xisheng are both my family members, and I will always miss you when I return to China."

He Yuansheng remembered many of his words, and also remembered that Xisheng had 36 bells.

He thought that for 36 clocks, there should be 36 "sounds".

He was looking forward to the sound of the letter from Feng Yuanqing thousands of miles away.

Looking forward to the sound from my friends, I hope that the sound of the clock body will appear and disappear.

Looking forward to the voice of reuniting with Feng Yuanqing after being separated by oceans and continents.

Later, he had Mingsheng and Juansheng.

Master has a brilliant voice.

When they got together, they had the sound of meeting and sound of gathering again.

However, he could no longer hear the voice he most wanted to hear.

"Mr. He."

There was a light knock on the study door, President Xie finally arrived late.

He Yuansheng's stern gaze fell on the president, "Has the donation time been fixed yet?"

"not yet……"

Chairman Xie was entrusted with the request, and replied with trepidation, "In order to welcome Xisheng, the Lyric Museum has specially redecorated, and even the exhibition halls have to be carefully decorated, so we have to wait for the project to be completed."

Everyone knows the efficiency of the United States.

Only He Yuansheng looked serious.

He wanted to send Xisheng to the museum earlier, but he was also reluctant to send it to the museum.

However, a month later, Fan Chengyun and the others never came to ask Xisheng again, and Lyric did not pick up Xisheng for a long time, and he was always restless.

He sighed for a long time, seeing President Xie hesitate to speak, he asked curiously:

"What else?"

Chairman Xie took out the long-prepared invitation letter and said:

"Lyric College wants to hold a teacher-student memorial concert, and I want to invite you to attend."

He Yuansheng often goes to Lyric Academy's concerts.

Sometimes it's Thanksgiving, sometimes it's Christmas.

But this time the invitation was a bit strange, it was said to be a memory of the teachers and students, the selected performance time was not any festival, and the names of the teachers and students were not written.

He contacted Wellard, but his old, unreliable friend said: "No name needed, no festival needed. I promise it will be a one-of-a-kind show, and you will recognize a great teacher."

"You said the same thing last time."

He Yuansheng reminded him, "In the end we broke up unhappy."

He also smashed the cup, making a scene of embarrassment.

"Last time was last time, this time is this time."

The old professor insisted, "I still want to say, you can't miss such a wonderful concert."

He Yuansheng is not an unkind character, except when he is angry.

Lyric College is Bai Huisheng's alma mater, and Wellard is his mentor. He Yuansheng will definitely give the old professor face.

However, when he arrived at the auditorium of Lyric College, he found that the huge venue was empty, only him and Wellard.

He glanced at the chime bells placed steadily on the stage, and frowned, "Why, have you already borrowed your research results and used them as performance props?"

"Props? No!"

Wellard strongly objected, "It is a complete set of musical instruments, it can produce the oldest and deepest sound in the world, it is not a prop!"

He Yuan sat down slowly, he always liked Wellard's defense and defense of the chime.

An American researcher, who loves chimes from the bottom of his heart, is the reason why he decided to let Xisheng enter the Lyric Museum.

He believes that his relatives can be preserved here, and he believes that these researchers can make Xisheng shine again.

A huge projection screen was lowered on the stage.

He Yuansheng was about to ask, is this concert a video?

I saw a figure I didn't want to see again.

Fan Chengyun walked onto the stage holding the guqin, and Fang Lan sat in front of the chair holding the erhu.

And the innocent young man who said something about the rising sun actually stood next to the chime again.

He Yuansheng's anger burned instantly.

He held his cane, and immediately wanted to leave this place that made him angry, and leave these people who made him angry and sad.

Suddenly, the child he had been thinking about day and night appeared on the stage screen.

"—someone asked me what is a teacher."

Bai Huisheng in the video is no longer young, let alone a child, "I said, a teacher is a teacher who preaches the word and teaches karma to solve doubts; the three people who understand things are teachers."

"Today, we are here to commemorate an erhu player. Some people call him Feng Lao, and some call him a great musician."

"But he said that the happiest and proudest thing in his life is when someone can call him Teacher Feng."

That was Bai Huisheng, a younger Bai Huisheng than He Yuansheng's last memory.

He Yuansheng's hands trembled slightly, and all his strength was concentrated on vision and hearing.

He has never seen this video, let alone heard this speech.

"Feng Yuanqing is my teacher and also my teacher. He taught me how to play the erhu and also taught me what a teacher is."

He picked up the erhu bow and placed it vertically beside the qin.

Bai Hui looked out of the screen with a smile, and said: "A piano bow, a piano body, standing upright, worthy of your heart, worthy of your students, you are a teacher."

He Yuansheng's eyes were red.

He was born in the United States and knows Chinese.

But he didn't know that when the erhu stood upright and stood there, it really looked like the word "teacher".

After Bai Hui finished speaking on the screen, he picked up the erhu and pulled the bowstring.

The music from the audio equipment clearly penetrated the time and echoed in this empty auditorium.

The tone is warm and soothing, with a pleasant spring color.

As soon as it sounded, Fan Chengyun picked up the Lingling strings, Fang Lan drew the white longbow, and Zhong Ying raised his hand, and made a silver bell-like sound with a crisp button bell to accompany them.

The monotonous erhu performance became a well-prepared ensemble.

The performers immersed in music on the stage, together with the sound of Bai Hui, who has passed away, jointly created a warm and spring-like world, and revived the familiar green willows in a foreign country.

He Yuansheng couldn't leave.

Holding the cane, his arms trembled slightly, his eyes were fixed on the sound of Bai Hui on the screen, and his ears refused to miss any notes played by his nephew during his lifetime.

This song is full of hope and affection.

He Yuansheng knew its origin and its melody.

It was born from every recording that Feng Yuanqing sent him, carrying Feng Yuanqing's different emotions every time.

After three or four years of pondering and sorting, the score was finally formed, and it became a popular piece of erhu music, praising the beautiful spring.

The tender shoots of willow leaves brush the surface of the lake, and it is always spring when it is full of purples and reds.

The spring in the music is not an unattainable distant mountain scenery, but the ordinary green trees in front of the windows of thousands of families, and it is also the happy family reunion where relatives gather together in thousands of houses.

He Yuansheng has heard many fragments of it.

Also heard the full melody before it was published.

Feng Yuanqing said with a smile——

It praises the spring scenery of Wanjia in the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, so its name is called "Spring Scenery of Wanjia".