world class art fanatic

Thanks to the cooperation between China and the United States, arrangements for the return of Xisheng and other cultural relics to China were made decisively and quickly.

After all, Qingling Lake Museum, which received the donated cultural relics, and Qingling Lake College, which received the donated chime bells, are already very familiar with this process.

Even Zhong Ying seemed calm.

Only Li Jinqiu was a little surprised when he saw the genuine Tang Dynasty chime bells for the first time.

"I'm still this close to watching a set of chimes."

He is also a musician who has been to countless museums and enjoyed folk music performances.

But the chimes he had seen were all tightly sealed in glass showcases, showing the reflection of the crowd and isolating the noise of the room.

Now, Xisheng is quietly waiting for the staff to disassemble and pack the box.

Li Jinqiu, a great hero with credit and hard work, was able to look at it up close.

The Tang Dynasty was famous for its porcelain and lacquerware, and chime bells were naturally the most famous in the Spring and Autumn Period of the Warring States Period.

Xisheng was cast in the Tang Dynasty, nearly a thousand years behind those ancient chime bells, but it still cannot conceal its solemnity.

The cloud pattern on the top of the bell spreads over the mouth of the bell, and each bell body is engraved with protruding sun patterns.

There are also traditional characters that he does not understand, meandering, as if giving each clock a different name.

He stood next to the storage room with great interest, looking at the large number of staff, with a clear division of labor.

Some people disassembled the chime, some people were responsible for spreading the acid-free paper, and some people carried it into the wooden boards to make boxes on site.

They are professional in their approach, as if they have worked together for many years.

Li Jinqiu asked curiously:

"Are these people from the Chinese Mutual Aid Association? Do they know about cultural relic protection?"

Zhong Ying also heard Master tell many deeds of the Chinese Mutual Aid Association, he replied with a smile:

"Some are museum employees invited by the association, some are cultural relic protection volunteers, and some are experts sent by Qingling Lake Museum."

The small Chinese Mutual Aid Association has become a transit point for Chinese cultural relics in the United States.

It connects with Chinese and overseas Chinese in the United States, and it also connects with Qingling Lake in China.

Wealthy merchants linger in auction houses, waiting for antiques from China.

Sociable people will lobby around and ask collectors to make a good price.

He Yuansheng has grown from the second son of the president to the honorary president for decades, and it is also the decades when Chinese Americans have worked hard for the lost cultural relics, from amateur to professional.

Standing here, Zhong Ying watched the staff dismantle the chime in an orderly manner, and could clearly feel the process of those people he didn't fully know, gathering from weak fireflies to blazing torches.

Without strength from overseas, it would be difficult for them to rely on their weak domestic forces to fight for the return of cultural relics.

He wanted to sigh with emotion that all rivers go east to the sea, and the wax torch turns into ashes, but Li Jinqiu beside him chattered endlessly.

Destroyed his melancholy.

Li Jinqiu saw the different shockproof wooden boxes needed for transportation, "Does it have to be a clock and a box? The button clock is so small, it feels like one box can be filled."

Li Jinqiu saw the staff set up a wide partition to wrap, "The shockproof and moisture-proof packaging is bigger than the clock. They are all hard bronze, and they are wrapped like fragile objects."

Every time he said a word, Zhong Ying would raise the corners of his mouth.

In terms of cultural relics, the great composer's awareness is far less than that of his own sister, and he always evaluates Xisheng's transportation from the perspective of ordinary people.

With confusion and curiosity, it's funny and cute.

Seeing Zhong Ying, Li Jinqiu just smiled and didn't answer, deliberately elbowed the silent guy.

He joked: "If you want me to say, just wrap them in a quilt, and take the plane back home faster and safer. It also saves the time of packing."

Finally, Zhong Ying couldn't help laughing out loud.

"It came to America like you said 80 years ago," he said.

Bai Huisheng once told Zhong Ying about Xisheng's disappearance as if telling a story.

When Feng Yuanqing received the news, it was night and the time was extremely tight. He was almost racing against the bullets of the Japanese army.

He didn't have the conditions to use acid-free paper, three layers inside and three layers outside the shockproof box, and carefully fixed and sealed these precious chime bells like now.

I had to remove the thick quilts at home, wrap up the precious bronze bells one by one, and put them in large wooden boxes.

Worried, he stuffed a lot of pads, and sent them to a "trustworthy" American businessman in a panic and nervousness.

Feng Yuanqing had no time to think about whether the puppet army would catch him or whether the Japanese army would hurt him.

All he cared about was the chimes.

It's a pity that the fate was ill-fated. The chime bells that Feng Yuanqing cared about had left the quilts full of worries before leaving the cruise ship on which they were carried, and were brutally divided up on board.

It is really sad to revisit these cramped pasts in front of the strict and cautious protection process of boxes.

Zhong Ying spoke calmly, and Li Jinqiu suddenly felt He Yuansheng's intentions from those tight packaging.

Chime came to the United States dismally in a big quilt package, scattered in all directions.

After the reunion, the large wooden boxes with constant temperature monitoring and real-time positioning were used one by one, carefully kept, and sent back to China.

There is quite a kind of expectation for wanderers to return to their hometown after going through vicissitudes of life.

Suddenly, the cumbersome procedures in his eyes became necessary.

The moisture-proof and shock-proof protection with locking position is not only for Xisheng inside, but also for the people who care about Xisheng.

The professionals were busy all day, and more than a dozen boxes of cultural relics, together with the boxed Xi Sheng, were finally transported and set off.

Only the solitary red wooden frame remained, waiting for final disassembly.

Zhong Ying glanced at the plain red paint of the wooden frame, and said regretfully: "It's a pity that this wooden frame is not the original wooden frame of the chime bell. It was made by Mr. Feng who came to the United States and hired a carpenter."

At that time, Feng Yuanqing thought that the chime bell could be retrieved quickly, so the wooden frame didn't need to pay attention to any fine carvings, as long as it could set up the frame, it would be enough to place the Yongzhong.

Sooner or later it will be dismantled.

Unexpectedly, with such a temporary use, it will be almost 80 years.

The once brand-new red mahogany paint is full of old colors.

However, it is really not as perfect as the original match in Zhong Ying's memory.

He said with emotion: "I always remember that in the black and white photos of Yiyin Yashe, the wooden frame of the chime bell is carved with bright and dark patterns, which are as beautiful as Xisheng."

Only those precious clock bodies were sent to the concession overnight.

The wooden frame was huge and inconvenient to move, and it was destroyed in a fire. Bai Huisheng felt extremely regretful when talking about the past.

Although Li Jinqiu didn't know where the original wooden frame was, he could hear Zhong Ying's depression.

"It's okay, it's gone home, can Qingling Lake treat it badly?"

He is full of optimism about everything, and firmly believes in Qingling Lake, which receives the chimes.

"The Dean will surely build it a better frame."

Once the cultural relics are boarded, the return journey becomes easy and enjoyable.

The entire Qingling Lake was in the joy of welcoming the sound of chime bells, and everything was properly arranged.

However, since the day Li Jinqiu disassembled the chime bell, he never caught Zhong Ying chatting again.

Because that stubborn old man, He Yuansheng, was on the same plane with them, Zhong Ying accompanied Master, and Master accompanied Mr. He.

Li Jinqiu could only sit on the sidelines silently, and sent dozens of messages to Zhong Ying, but got no response.

After all, Zhong Ying is too sensible.

Keep an eye on words and expressions at any time, tell He Yuansheng what they saw and heard when they were looking for musical instruments, and discuss follow-up matters with Master.

After a long flight, I finally got some free time, so I came over and said to Li Jinqiu, "We can talk slowly when we go back."

This "wait", Li Jinqiu waited for two full weeks.

He Yuansheng went to the college to the museum, went to the museum to Fanlin, and even Zhou Juntong said on the phone: "I'm so busy! But I finally met the famous Mr. He, and there is no regret in dying! "

As a restorer of cultural relics, Zhou Juntong once admired Beilu, an old liar, just because Beilu bought back a bunch of cultural relics and exhibited them on the spot.

Now, Mr. He has truly sent the cultural relics home, and she simply burst out with unwavering respect, holding the mobile phone and forcing her brother to sigh together: Great love has no boundaries.

Li Jinqiu thought that she had made progress, and would not easily brag and praise any rumored cultural relic protectors and donors.

In the end, after seeing He Yuansheng, she was also excited to publish a small paper.

Reappear yesterday, continue to brainwash.

"For Mr. Feng's wish, Mr. He persisted in this way all his life. He took hundreds of cultural relics at any cost and sent them to our museum and Qingling Lake College."

"When I heard Sister Xu say it before, tears fell down my face, but now I see Mr. He visiting the museum, I feel touched and melancholy, do you understand? My brother, do you understand!"

Li Jinqiu doesn't understand.

He really didn't know how Zhou Juntong could be so fond of pulling him into an alliance.

He thinks that being bad-tempered and loving cultural relics are two different things, respecting the contribution of the old man and hating the old man's reprimand to Zhong Ying are also two different things.

Li Jinqiu sneered, and decided to shake the water in Zhou Juntong's mind.

He said: "You forget that before you cut your hair and said that you have grown up, you don't believe in romantic stories anymore."

The tone is provocative and full of sarcasm.

"That's different! Don't spoil the fun!"

Zhou Juntong hated Li Jinqiu, the king of the cold, "How can thieves and traitors compare with Mr. He, he is so good, why don't you like him!"

"Because Zhong Ying is too busy to come back to me." Li Jinqiu reasoned confidently.

"..."

His guess is quite sufficient, "Mr. He must have seen him as a genius, and ordered him to ring the bell, play the piano and play the erhu every day."

Zhou Juntong can sneak in every day to get to know her brother Di again.

She said solemnly: "Brother, you are really a narrow-minded person who doesn't know the general idea."

Li Jinqiu hung up the phone and sent away the social animal sister.

With a swipe of his finger, he found that Zhong Ying didn't reply to all the messages he sent today.

He is a very man of his word.

But Zhong Ying personally said to talk slowly, that's all?

Li Jinqiu, who read the news over and over again, finally couldn't hold back, and dialed the phone directly.

He had thought it all over, and said that he was not busy recently, and whether he had time to chat about the musical scores of Yiyin Yashe.

How can I say that I am also a composer who has traveled far and wide, and accompanied Zhong Ying to witness the return of Yayun, Mulan, and Xisheng, and it is reasonable to work hard to find the next musical instrument together.

Listening to the waiting tone, Li Jinqiu made up his mind.

Even if Zhong Ying said he wanted to accompany Mr. He, he could spare time to accompany Zhong Ying to accompany Mr. He!

It's better than staying at home.

In the end, good guy, no one answered the call when it was automatically hung up!

Around evening, when the sun was setting, Li Jinqiu received a call back from Zhong Ying.

"Sorry, I was rehearsing before." Zhong Ying's voice was full of apology, "Just finished."

In Li Jinqiu's mind, Zhong Ying had already completed the whole process of chatting and playing music with Mr. He all day long, when he suddenly heard such an explanation, he was stunned.

"What are you rehearsing for?"

Zhong Ying said: "Teacher Bai's memorial concert."

In order to go to the United States as soon as possible, Bai Huisheng's funeral was simple and fast, and he was buried in the cemetery.

However, those students who were thinking about Teacher Bai and refused to say goodbye, kept watching the commemorative concert closely and arranged a lot of programs by themselves.

"Poetry recitation, chorus, and erhu ensemble."

Zhong Ying said during the phone call: "The ensemble I participated in has a large number of people, and we may not be able to come every time, so the rehearsals are more frequent."

The more frequently, the more free performers like him will participate.

Zhong Ying's voice was full of apology, which made Li Jinqiu feel uncomfortable.

No one can criticize a student who has a teacher in his heart.

What's more, his teacher is gone.

Zhou Juntong's words hit Li Jinqiu's heart like a hammer, as if he had really become a villain who didn't understand the general situation.

After hesitating for a moment, Li Jinqiu said, "I want to come and see your rehearsal."

He meant to see if there was anything he could do to help.

Unexpectedly, Zhong Ying was not polite when he heard the words, and said with a smile: "Just in time, our erhu ensemble wants to choose "Peach and Plum", and they also lack a conductor for the chorus. Brother Qiu, if you are not busy, come and help!"

Qingling Lake College does not lack conductors, but it lacks composers like Li Jinqiu.

The song "Peach and Plum" they performed in the United States became the selected repertoire for the students' erhu ensemble at the memorial concert.

After the choir heard it, they also wanted to write lyrics for this melody and use it in the final chorus.

Li Jinqiu made the best use of himself, he didn't have time to chat with Zhong Ying when he came, he was surrounded by students all the time.

The college students of Qingling Lake College are full of ideas and positive. Some of them rushed to class, while others took over seamlessly.

Even the words of "Peach and Plum" can fill in three or four types of spring breeze and rain, and the fragrance of peach and plum.

Li Jinqiu has never been a teacher before, so this time he has fully experienced the hardships and pains of a teacher.

The students were overwhelmed with inspiration. He frowned and raised his eyebrows when he saw the lyrics, and he couldn't stop chattering in his ears, making the venue like a vegetable market.

"Let's decide on this word, and write 'Wish to be the spring breeze and send you the morning glow'."

As soon as he finished speaking, the "lyricist" sitting in a circle immediately refuted.

"But I think 'Twilight Returns, Work Hard' is more like Mr. Bai."

"Why didn't you choose the 'rainbow after the rain, it's sunny', obviously this word is more suitable to praise Teacher Bai."

"No why."

Li Jinqiu was not gentle at all, he didn't want to communicate with this group of young people at all, and kept his own domineering way, "I am the composer of "Tao Li", listen to me."

The students looked unhappy. If Li Jinqiu hadn't composed the music, they would have revolted on the spot.

"Because Teacher Bai likes the spring breeze."

A gentle voice came from the side, Zhong Ying just finished the erhu ensemble when he heard Li Jinqiu's usual arrogance.

"He doesn't like students to sing about his hard work and fatigue. He just wants to be a ray of spring breeze, bringing us warmth when we can't feel it."

Zhong Ying took several other copies of the lyrics, and the sentences written for "Peach and Plum" are all from the perspective of students.

The teacher is very hard, the teacher has given everything, and they should remember it for life.

Only the lyrics selected by Li Jinqiu portrayed a beautiful scene from the perspective of Bai Huisheng.

The teacher is the spring rain, and the teacher is the spring breeze, which moistens things silently and educates people lightly and without trace.

After Zhong Ying finished speaking, the students who were still filled with righteous indignation just now picked up Spring Breeze and Spring Rain's "Peach and Plum" again.

The lyrics are simple and there are only beautiful scenes. After reading it carefully, the words are indeed like the teacher Bai in their impression, and they can't help but have red eyes and secretly wipe away tears.

After confirming the final lyrics of the chorus, Li Jinqiu finally retired.

He and Zhong Ying walked out of the meeting place side by side, looked at the college with trees, and sighed:

"Being a teacher is not easy. I have dealt with so many top orchestras before, and I have the final say."

The great composer's strong self-confidence swelled in the orchestra's repeated compromises.

Zhong Ying said with a smile: "That's because everyone in the orchestra knows your temper and ability. However, this commemorative concert will mainly focus on students. Whether you are a composer or a performer, you are welcome. They have to think for Teacher Bai before they will be convinced."

This is not a stage based on strength, but a venue full of respect and mourning.

No matter how powerful Li Jinqiu is, no matter how many honors he has, he will be instinctively rejected.

Because he is not a student of Bai Huisheng, the priority level of the decision is even after Zhong Ying, an inner disciple, and he must come up with sufficient reasons to dispel the students' disapproval.

Li Jinqiu has been taught.

He smiled and followed Zhong Ying, listening to Zhong Ying chat about the rehearsal of the erhu ensemble.

As he walked, he found that it was not the direction to leave the academy.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

Zhong Ying said: "Don't you want to see the musical instruments that everyone retrieved for the Yiyin Yashe? It's in the musical instrument room of the academy."

Qingling Lake College sits on a large area, which is said to be a musical instrument room, but it has built a single bungalow with a strict three-proof system.

Zhong Ying asked the administrator to open the gate.

The heavy anti-theft door creaked, immediately revealing the walls and rooms filled with musical instruments.

Li Jinqiu didn't know when he sent the excuse for chatting, but he was really satisfied.

He looked at this musical instrument room in surprise, and felt that he had come to a folk music musical instrument shop.

Many carved lutes hang on the wall.

All kinds of silver-string erhus are placed quietly.

There are also a few bronze bells and pottery xuns left alone, which are carefully kept in glass cabinets.

When Li Jinqiu walked in, he saw a lyre!

He couldn't believe it, "These are all antique musical instruments bought by the Chinese Mutual Aid Association?"

"Not only the Chinese Mutual Aid Association, but also the Qingling Lake Chamber of Commerce and college alumni."

Zhong Ying walked over, picked up the simple-looking pottery xun, and said, "The pottery xun and bells like this are cultural relics copied from the original Qingling Lake Museum, and they are given to the college as teaching tools."

The musical instruments preserved in the musical instrument room were born for a long time or for a short time, because they are in good condition and can be played, so they were not sent to the museum as exhibits.

"The teachers of Qingling Lake College look for new owners for these pipas and erhus every year."

Zhong Ying looked up at the precious antiques and said, "Even if they can't find their owners temporarily, the teachers will take them out from time to time and take them out of the musical room, into the classroom or onto the stage."

With just a few words, Li Jinqiu can feel Qingling Lake College's dedication to these musical instruments.

The teachers choose the masters for the musical instruments, so they are carrying out a tacit inheritance.

He glanced at those carved lutes, each of which has a similar appearance, highlighting the culture that has been handed down for thousands of years.

But he looked at the erhu again, full of curiosity.

Feng Yuanqing's erhu was obviously brought back to the country, so why do people keep sending back bought erhus to the academy?

So he asked, "Mr. Feng's erhu is also lost?"

"It's not lost." Zhong Ying evoked a touch of helplessness, "It's a pity that it returned to China in its original form, but it was burned."

In an understatement tone, he did not explain how the erhu was burned, and Li Jinqiu could still feel the sadness and melancholy.

Feng Yuanqing's blind eyes, burnt wooden frame and erhu are all irreparable pains.

The erhu in this room hangs high on the wall, like a symbol of many people willing to move forward hand in hand.

Fortunately, Zhong Ying is not a character wallowing in grief.

He continued with a smile: "So Mr. He found a very good-looking black sandalwood hexagonal python skin erhu for Mr. Feng, and later passed it on to Mr. Bai."

"Grandpa once helped repair the qintong, and said it was an excellent musical instrument of the Republic of China, no worse than Mr. Feng's original erhu."

Not worse than the original, never the original.

But this thought only passed through Li Jinqiu's mind once, and he didn't intend to say it out.

The cultural background of Erhu is far inferior to that of Guqin and Pipa. It originated from folk art, and naturally it has been underestimated by many.

Li Jinqiu put away his melancholy, and looked at the erhu in the musical instrument room with emotion.

Carved head, hexagonal and octagonal, ebony mahogany.

The erhu, which usually can't see the mystery, is neatly placed together, and even a layman like Li Jinqiu can see the difference.

He couldn't tell the age of these erhus, but he could feel the burning soul in the air.

The strings carry the music, and the music carries the soul.

In the melody played by masters from generation to generation, it glows with new brilliance.

Suddenly, he glanced over and saw the empty wall with only the fixing frame left.

"What about the vacancies?" Li Jinqiu asked, "Is it a place for the instruments that come in later?"

Zhong Ying's eyes lit up, and he said, "It's an instrument that has already found a new owner, leaving a blank space."

He raised his finger and pointed to one of the vacancies, "My erhu was hung there before."

When he was learning Erhu from Bai Huisheng, Bai Huisheng even wanted to pass on Feng Yuanqing's black sandalwood hexagonal python leather violin to him.

Zhong Ying refused.

He is Fan Chengyun's apprentice, and he already has many guqins made by his grandfather himself, and the precious erhu with Bai Hui's voice, which is really a bit of a waste.

Therefore, Bai Huisheng brought him here for the first time and asked him to choose a suitable erhu.

That was also the first time Zhong Ying saw a wall full of musical instruments, and was shocked by the persistence of the latecomers to Yiyin Yashe.

Zhong Ying said reminiscently: "My erhu is a white horsetail bow, with silver strings and a mahogany body. The headstock has a dexterous curved handle, like a crescent moon, and the qin tube is covered with a piece of white snake-print skin."

"When I took it down, the wall was not so empty, it was full, like a group of unowned musical instruments, no one cares about it."

"So, the more empty the walls of the musical instrument room, the happier I am. This time we played erhu together, and I also saw many erhus that were once stored in the musical instrument room."

Zhong Ying's voice finally jumped up, "Because of their existence, I feel that this concert is full of warmth. This is the only memorial I have not felt sad in the past few years."

"Do you often attend funerals?" Li Jinqiu noticed something, and went to the bottom of it inappropriately.

Zhong Ying looked at him with dark eyes, and said in a low voice: "There are always a few times a year, and I have to say goodbye to the old people who are looking for the instruments of Yiyin Yashe."

He was very young, and he attended every funeral with Master.

Those friends who help them connect, inquire about news, buy cultural relics for them, and advise them, will gradually leave this world after years.

He is young, but he understands Professor Wellard.

Also gradually became indifferent to life and death, obsessed with the way forward.

Some people and some things are alive in his memory.

If it is a doomed farewell, the living must carry on with their business.

The venue of Qingling Lake College was full of mourners and students listening.

Fang Lan accompanied He Yuansheng, explaining everything about Qingling Lake to this old man who hadn't been back to the academy for a long time.

The brightly lit stage clearly illuminated the students reciting poetry.

They are tall and straight, like seedlings that have finally grown into new trees.

After He Yuansheng listened quietly, he saw countless erhu players on stage.

"These are all Huisheng's students."

Fang Lan happily introduced, "The one who leads the performance is already a well-known erhu musician in China."

There is indeed something to be proud of when one musician produces another.

And the young figures behind him are all representatives selected by Bai Huisheng from teaching students in the past 36 years, which shocked He Yuansheng even more.

The students in the video had illusory estrangements, but the students who appeared on the stage in person made He Yuansheng feel close.

Because he has an impression of the erhu in the hands of many people.

He once took a fancy to them, bought them and sent them back to the academy, passed through the hands of his nephew, handed them to these students, and accompanied the students on countless performance stages.

"Uncle Shi, the third from the left in the first row, the one in the black Chinese tunic suit is called Guo Min. What he is holding is the horse-collar Erhu you sent back in 1993."

"The first person in the second row, wearing a white shirt, is called Xu Qiqi. What she took was the sycamore wood erhu you sent back in 1996, and he replaced it with silver strings."

Fang Lan could see clearly and remember clearly.

She pointed to He Yuansheng one by one, and told her uncle that the musical instruments that had traveled all the way back to the academy from the auction house had been properly kept and found suitable owners.

He Yuansheng looked at those white bows and black qins, and thought of the dandelion he had heard for no reason.

The white bowstring is like a small umbrella scattered by dandelions, covered with white fluff, rooted everywhere.

But after the teacher passed away, they reunited and played a mourning song with the erhu they took over from the teacher.

This time, instead of the sound of chime bells, there was the sound of erhu bells.

He sat in the first row, next to the lead musician, holding the mahogany and silver-string erhu with crescent head.

The tone of the erhu is brisk, suitable for playing mellow and gentle music, and it is also more suitable for playing the creation of Bai Huisheng.

36 students, the bowstrings rang together.

The erhu string music started from Feng Yuanqing's "Spring Scenery of Ten Thousand Families" and entered Bai Huisheng's "Magnificent Mountains and Rivers".

Each song is full of cheerful and hearty tones, as if the venue is performing a magnificent carol, rather than mourning for the deceased.

Because what Bai Hui said was not mourning.

He wants the tranquility of the mountains and rivers, the spring breeze and thousands of families, the reunion and reunion, and the hu strings like songs.

Zhong Ying followed the melody played by the leader, and played another leisurely melody amidst the ups and downs of mountains, rivers and oceans.

With the melody, more than half of the students responded. In the venue echoing with the erhu strings, the mountains and rivers of the motherland interweave with the lush peaches and plums like spring.

Such an ensemble was unprecedented, but it completely conveyed the students' hearts.

This spring breeze and spring scenery has you.

This fragrance of peaches and plums has you.

This magnificent mountain and river has you.

He Yuansheng sat in the venue with the grief of a white-haired man sending a black-haired man away.

Unexpectedly, what I heard was not the students crying, but the continuation of their belief in Bai Huisheng.

What they wanted to say to Bai Huisheng was finally exhausted.

Those words that can't be said will be passed on slowly along with the spring breeze, mountains and rivers.

He Yuansheng heard the words of countless Feng Yuanqing students, and then heard younger students calling Teacher Bai on the strings, his brows became gentle, and tears filled his eyes.

"Is this what Huisheng expected?"

he asked in a low voice.

Fang Lan smiled with tears in her eyes, "Yes, Uncle Master."

"This is also the expectation of the master."

He definitely said.

Fang Lan wiped away her tears and said, "It has always been."

They have always expected to work with the students to stay alive forever and build mountains and rivers together.

The original intention does not change, although it is far from slack.