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Zhong Ying has not yet figured out how to find the little girl.

Unexpectedly, Li Jinqiu brought good news early in the morning.

Also brought a child.

Fan Lin has always been deserted, but when this little boy Zhou Yifei walked into the piano store, the whole Fan Lin seemed to be equipped with a loudspeaker, amplifying the sound of the cicadas in the woods countless times.

"Uncle, it turns out that the paradise on earth my aunt said is true!"

"I have never seen so many guqins, sister, your qin is as beautiful as yours."

"Brother, I want to hear you play the qin, because my sister said that the lingering sound of the qin you play is unparalleled in the world!"

A true self-acquaintance, he praised Zhong Ying and sister Xu all the way when they met for the first time.

"It's time to praise me for being polite and sensible" with excitement all over my face!

Very utilitarian.

"Sorry, I brought a troublesome spirit here."

Zhou Yifei didn't wait for the feedback, but Li Jinqiu's iron fist.

"If you talk too much, kid, I'll send you back to your hometown."

My real hometown is in the city next door to Qingling Lake.

Zhou Yifei was honest and kept silent.

But Li Jinqiu still didn't like him.

Because, he was threatened.

He was actually threatened by a little bastard.

Last night, after knowing that the little girl uploaded a video on the Internet, he searched the Internet for keywords such as "genius", "knows a lot of musical instruments", "little girl", "Yiyi", "Yiyi", etc., and saw countless eleven-year-old geniuses. Frowning performances, did not find the familiar little girl.

Zhou Yifei was extremely proud, jumping up and down, beating every sentence.

"Uncle, the big brother is not so easy to do, I have to protect her."

"You are such a vicious musician, you will definitely hurt my little Yiyi, I can't do such a cruel thing."

"Hey, did you find it? If you can't find it, come to me. Why do you look far away."

The boy has a straight face: Negotiate terms and make deals.

Probably because he wanted to take advantage of Li Jinqiu's work and travel around the world.

Li Jinqiu had to succumb and said, "I don't have a job recently. I'll look for French and Swiss orchestras to see their performance arrangements."

This means that it is obviously magnanimous to carry a tow bottle and travel to Europe together.

However, Zhou Yifei came prepared and made an inch of it!

"Not only to France and Switzerland, but I also want to go to the Fanlin that my sister-in-law mentioned. I want to meet the super talented musicians in the world!"

Li Jinqiu looked at him in surprise.

The kid also added: "The one ten thousand times stronger than you!"

Li Jinqiu: ...

So, the dog skin plaster that couldn't be shaken off was pasted into Fan Lin's piano shop.

Sister Xu even poured tea for him herself, and said with a smile, "What's the kid's name?"

"Zhou Yifei!"

His eyes were shining brightly, and he seized the opportunity to introduce himself, "Ju Huai Yi is full of vigor and enthusiasm, and wants to go up to the blue sky and embrace the bright moon!"

"My sister can just call me Xiaofei."

The mouth is very sweet.

Zhong Ying looked at the super educated child, but thought of another name.

The inheritance of Zhou Juntong and Zhou Yifei, Junyi's descendants, is clearly revealed.

Li Jinqiu seemed lonely.

However, Li Jinqiu got used to it and grabbed the back of his nephew's neck with his hand.

"Did I call you for tea?"

Full of threats, as if wanting to get rid of it quickly.

Holding a small teacup, Zhou Yifei pitifully begged for mercy, "Why are you in a hurry, I'll show you right away, please let me go."

Yay, like a bullied cub.

Even if he is 1.7 meters tall and strong, he can't stop his dark and bright eyes, and he urgently asks the mighty Zhong Ying for help.

"elder brother!"

It sounds so good.

Zhong Ying laughed out loud, he had never seen such a lively and lovely child.

"Brother Qiu, let him go, don't be in a hurry for a while."

Seeing Zhong Ying's face, Li Jinqiu let go of his sinful iron claws with a soft snort.

Zhou Yifei drank tea comfortably, took out his mobile phone slowly, and said, "Brother Zhong, you are so kind, let's add a friend, I will hold a music festival in the future, and invite you to be a special guest—"

Before the goal was achieved, Li Jinqiu immediately caught him again.

"What are you doing here?!"

"Hey!" Zhou Yifei watched his phone fall into his uncle's hands in pain, and said submissively, "Didn't I just add a friend and push a link to Brother Zhong? You give me back!"

Just like Li Jinqiu, children cannot live without a mobile phone.

Li Jinqiu can be regarded as grasping his lifeline, holding the mobile phone to regain the advantage.

"I warn you, if you play tricks again, I will tell your mother that she is addicted to mobile phones all day long and was almost hit by a car while walking. I suggest that she confiscate all your pocket money, hand over your mobile phone by the way, and return it to you after high school graduation."

Now, no matter how noisy the cub is, he will be honest.

"You are really my good uncle."

Zhou Yifei said, "Give me your phone, and I'll show you where Yiyi is."

Yiyi is a genius video creator that Zhou Yifei accidentally discovered while browsing the Internet.

The website she was on was lonely and niche. Li Jinqiu and Zhong Ying had seen the simple interface, but had never heard of the name of the website.

This niche video network doesn't have too many bells and whistles, and even the cover image shows a cool and elegant style.

Zhou Yifei knew the way and clicked on Follow, and they could see that cute little girl with pigtails and a bright smile appearing on the phone screen.

Her ID is "Yiyi".

"Yiyi is super powerful. Let me show you the music she played when I found her."

Zhou Yifei clicked on the video while introducing.

A soft and cheerful tune came from the phone.

And Yiyi was actually playing the piano.

Twinkle twinkle little stars, how I wonder where you are.

Zhou Yifei hummed silently in his heart, but he heard Zhong Ying's professional voice.

"12 Variations on 'Ah, vousdirai-jemaman', K.265/3."

He remembered Li Jinqiu's teachings clearly.

"little stars."

However, this is no ordinary ballad, and is hailed by many pianists as the most difficult piece to play.

Because what is complicated about it is not the melody, but the childish innocence of playing the piano, which must maintain the innocence without distraction, and the clarity and clarity of longing for the clear springs of the mountains.

The clock should not be able to pop such a small star.

It is even more impossible for Li Jinqiu.

That is a carefree child, a childhood that cannot be traced back.

If they haven't heard Yi Yi play the deep and serious "Race of the Tiger", they may also think "it's just that".

Simple piano sound, flowing happily.

Regardless of Zhou Yifei's talent, he must be an excellent listener.

"Isn't it amazing!"

He excitedly asked for approval, "Moreover, she can not only know the piano, but she can know any musical instrument she has ever seen!"

Of course Zhong Ying knows that Yiyi is more than just good at the piano.

He took Zhou Yifei's phone, swiped through the unfamiliar interface, and quickly found "Tiger Row" in the title of the video.

Release time was last year.

It was much earlier than when he went to visit Bai Huisheng.

Reach out and click play, hold the erhu Yiyi, and immerse yourself in your own performance.

"Look, the erhu is different."

Sister Xu made a sound and pointed to the ordinary mahogany and silver string.

Zhong Ying nodded, but saw more differences than her.

He said: "Yiyi's playing technique at that time was different from the video."

It can be said that when Yiyi released this video, his technique was rusty and there were obvious mistakes.

It is true that following the video and following the example, I only learned the superficial aspects of Feng Yuanqing, but failed to grasp the essence.

"Maybe Teacher Fang taught her personally."

Zhong Ying opened the comment section of the video, and there were more than 20 comments below, all praising the little girl for playing well and the music is beautiful.

Yiyi would reply to them one by one, saying a simple thank you, with the joy of being recognized by the little girl.

She doesn't talk, gossip, in the video.

Just playing the instrument, expressing my emotions at that time to my heart's content, making my own voice in a remote and quiet corner.

Yiyi.

Zhong Ying glanced at his profile, and there was a poem written there: "There is a bird flying southwest, shining like a goshawk."

But she is not a goshawk, more like a baby bird, growing up cautiously.

"So, there is a teaching video of "Tiger Row" on this website?"

Li Jinqiu was a little curious about how Yiyi met a dead musician in the huge online world.

Zhong Ying also had similar confusion.

He didn't make a sound, carefully read the functions of Yiyi's homepage, and clicked on her updates.

It shares the music that Yiyi thinks is nice and interesting, and it simply says: learn this next time.

It is full of children's longing for new things and the joy of little geniuses.

Zhong Ying rummaged forward for a long time, and finally saw a news——

I really like Teacher Feng.

Yiyi wrote.

The video that was forwarded was "Feng Yuanqing Erhu Teaching".

Zhong Ying clicked in and saw a precious video that he had never seen before.

Perhaps Feng Yuanqing's students recorded it and posted it on the Internet, but there were not many detailed introductions, let alone many viewers who played it.

But he knew that Yiyi must have read it carefully.

The sound quality and picture quality of the old video played many years ago are extremely bad.

Zhong Ying saw Feng Yuanqing who was wearing a black double-breasted gown with buttons and a mandarin jacket, and black round-frame sunglasses.

He was sitting on the podium, holding his beloved qin with sunflower pattern head and black sandalwood python leather, performing on the spot like a famous erhu master, full of the temperament of performance art, and smiled and told the teaching assistant next to him.

"I'll tell you later, you just write it as it is."

"Okay, Teacher Feng." The assistant agreed, holding up the chalk, and waiting for the old man to speak.

The sound quality of the old video was terrible, the rustling noise was harsh, and even the beautiful melody of the erhu seemed old and backward, not pleasant to listen to.

But Feng Yuanqing taught very seriously.

Because he was really facing a group of students, and the students were so shocked by his erhu strings that they had no time to be distracted.

"This song is called "Row of the Tiger"."

At the end of the demonstration, Feng Yuanqing's voice, old and rustling, appeared in the video, "It's a chapter from the Han Yuefu, a poem praising wanderers. It teaches us not to succumb to fate, let alone compromise with ourselves. Because fate is a tiger, My own laziness is like a bird, being a human being is like being an erhu—"

As he spoke, he raised his hand, not like a blind person at all, and accurately grasped the erhu's piano axis, "Indomitable, worthy of the heart."

Zhong Ying heard his eloquent teaching and discovered Feng Yuanqing's progress with the times.

During the Anti-Japanese War, "The Row of the Tiger" praised the heroic and unyielding soldiers who left home; in the peaceful era, it praised the unyielding fate and self-compromise.

Zhong Ying saw him turn his head to look at the assistant again.

The young teaching assistant was scribbling every word he said with chalk.

After finishing that line, Feng Yuanqing nodded and said, "Well, that's it."

Continue with your own step-by-step disassembly teaching.

It looks like an old gentleman, waiting for the writing on the blackboard to cooperate with teaching.

But Zhong Ying knew that Feng Yuanqing couldn't see at all, he was just using his hearing to discern everything on the blackboard.

Patiently and meticulously, he slowly dismantled the complicated and profound "Walking of the Tiger" section by section.

Students were also invited to present on stage.

The student hugged the erhu and sat next to him.

Feng Yuanqing hugged the erhu and wore sunglasses, as if he was looking at it carefully.

Suddenly, he raised his hand to stop.

"You trembling bow, you didn't control your arm well—"

Feng Yuanqing couldn't see it, but he accurately imitated the student's wrong movements, "It's too loose, it's not right."

After serious corrections, he took the most correct posture and re-demonstrated the knack of shaking the bow.

The students followed suit and asked, "Is this right?"

Zhong Ying felt his heart tense, and before he could find out the reason for his tension, he heard the teaching assistant's voice.

"It's too slack, you have to be like Teacher Feng."

As he said that, the assistant walked over quickly and corrected the student.

Feng Yuanqing nodded at them, "Yes, like me."

A teaching video finally answered Zhong Ying's confusion from beginning to end.

He understood Yiyi's phrase "young and fashionable musician", and he also understood why no one cared about Feng Yuanqing's eyes even though Feng Yuanqing had taught so many students.

Because they have been cooperating with Feng Yuanqing's performance.

Feng Yuanqing's wish has been fulfilled.

In school and in class, he is just a performance artist imitating famous erhu masters, showing everyone the consistent style of erhu.

I don't want everyone to be immersed in the pain of the past and avoid his eyes.

Zhong Ying watched the video silently, admiring Feng Yuanqing, and even more admiring Xiao Yiyi.

"She is indeed a genius girl." He smiled and returned the phone to Zhou Yifei, "She not only finished watching the teaching with such poor picture quality and sound quality, but also really learned "Running Tiger"."

Full of praise, Zhou Yifei was happier than he was being praised.

"Right, right! I said Yiyi is a genius, she will definitely be popular!"

The child's persistence is simple and straightforward. He held the mobile phone and said, "Brother Zhong, let's add friends, and we will call Yiyi. But the number one list is mine, so you don't need to spend money. Leave me a message for Yiyi. Just praise her."

Zhong Ying laughed out loud and reported his account number

"Don't worry, Yiyi will definitely be famous all over the world. I don't need to praise her in the future. Music critics all over the world will praise her."

The bright future dazzled the head of Big Brother Bang.

He was overjoyed, added Zhong Ying as a friend, and was incoherently happy.

"I just said that you are amazing, much better than my uncle. I shared Yiyi's video with him before, and he didn't give a shit about me. What a blind bastard!"

Seeing his little nephew tearing things apart, Li Jinqiu wanted to kill his relatives righteously on the spot.

"Isn't it because you send some electronic music every day, which is so noisy and unpleasant."

Not only did he not reflect on himself, but he also pushed all the blame away, "If your usual taste could be higher, I wouldn't have discovered Yiyi so late!"

Not to mention being threatened by the brats!

Sister Xu looked at Li Jinqiu like a big kid, haggling over every detail with a real kid.

She smiled and asked, "How old is Xiao Fei? How old are you?"

The implication is that Li Jinqiu is in his 20s and still arguing with children.

Li Jinqiu glanced at Zhou Yifei, "Thirteen, but I often hang out with some 30-year-old jobless people on the Internet, making electronically synthesized remix music, not doing business."

Zhong Ying suddenly realized and nodded, realizing that there was a generation gap between himself and the real young people.

It turns out that the music that children like is called Remix.

He was about to ask what Remix was, but found that the little nephew in front of him looked at his little uncle like an alien.

Li Jinqiu also found out, frowned and asked him, "Why?"

"Uncle, you are really my dear uncle."

Zhou Yifei supported the table, stood up abruptly, put his feet on his feet and stared wide-eyed, and asked, "I'm already sixteen, and I'm going to take the college entrance examination soon, you say I'm thirteen?"

Li Jinqiu despised his nephew's height condescendingly, and said with a sneer:

"I'm sorry, but with your height, I really can't tell."