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The friendship of the older generation gradually faded over time, but the younger generation's video reconnected, which is really surprising and emotional.

Yiyi's mother knew them very well, but Fang Lan didn't know much about the Jingye family.

So, they exchanged a few simple greetings, talked about Yiyi's talent, and made an appointment to chat next time, then turned to ask Bai Huisheng.

Bai Huisheng has heard a lot about the old stories of the older generation.

He said that when the Yiyin Yashe performed for the first time, the performers and musical instruments became famous all over the world, and people would often come here to see these antiques from the Tang Dynasty.

Feng Yuanqing and the others were collecting donations for the war, so they couldn't be proud of their talents and greet them with a cold face.

Therefore, with people coming and going, Feng Yuanqing got to know Yu Jingye of the Qingling Lake Opera Troupe.

The Qingling Lake Opera Troupe was also a very lively garden at that time, but after the establishment of the Yiyin Yashe, the big patrons of the troupe always liked to mention the rare ten-stringed qin and chime bells in front of Jingye.

The drum master is curious, and he also learned percussion instruments, so he and Feng Yuanqing still have a common topic.

Therefore, he often came to Yiyin Yashe, and when he saw Feng Yuanqing ringing the bell, he would talk to Feng Yuanqing about the bell.

Seeing Feng Yuanqing playing the erhu, he talked to Feng Yuanqing to play the ensemble.

"The erhu and chime bells are all performed by the master, and there is no second musician."

Fang Lan's complexion improved slightly, and she said with a smile: "It's also fate, Mr. Yu helped the master and the Yiyin Yashe."

With the drummer and Feng Yuanqing performing in an ensemble, it is logical for Chime Bell to enter the ensemble list of Yiyin Yashe.

When the theater troupe had a show, he went to beat the drums.

There was a performance at Yiyin Yashe, so he went to ring the chimes.

Although he is not a master of vocal music, he has rich experience and it is no problem to control similar percussion instruments.

It's just that the chimes played by experienced drummers are different from those of Feng Yuanqing, who pursues ancient rhymes and ancient sounds.

He likes to play casually and improvise, and he can also use chime bells alone to strike out some rhythms often performed in Kunqu opera and Yue opera.

According to what Feng Yuanqing told Bai Huisheng, this drummer can make the sound of "the rain is rushing and the thunder is bursting" from time to time, which is quite innovative.

The good times didn't last long, the Japanese army occupied Qingling Lake, and the theater troupe had already dispersed.

As soon as the Yiyin Yashe stopped performing, Yu Jingye left Qingling Lake without hearing from him.

After another ten years, Feng Yuanqing returned to China.

When we meet again, Yu Jingye is already a musician of western music.

They beat snare drums, wore green military uniforms, and stopped talking about chime bells, erhu, and drums, the old culture of "not on the stage", and they gradually became less social.

The clock should listen quietly.

The things that have been going on for a long time have been recounted from generation to generation, and they have the taste of folk masters and indifferent to fame and fortune.

Maybe it's because Mr. Feng Yuanqing has always been broad-minded, and he doesn't talk to Bai Hui about other people's bad points.

Or Fang Lan is not easy to talk about the past of the elders, so her words are much more tactful.

After all, he clearly remembered that "Master Yu Drummer" in Shen Ling's works, how could there be such boldness to act righteously, and how could there be anything new.

They will always forget the music they have arranged, and play it indiscriminately when they are on the stage, which makes the musicians of Yiyin Yashe not only feel sorry for the chime bell, but also have to find a way to remedy the melody.

However, he didn't make a sound, and still focused on listening to Fang Lan's memories.

"Hui Sheng said, Mr. Yu's family is considered friends with us."

Fang Lan said this, as if thinking of Bai Huisheng, her eyes became gentle, "Since Yiyi is so talented, let's go and have a look."

After a brief understanding of the fate of the elders, Fang Lan and Yiyi's mother made an appointment to visit.

Fang Lan and Bai Huisheng saw the scene of Yiyi for the first time, and when they said it again after a long time, her face was full of bright smiles.

"Little girl, cute and polite."

Her eyes were shining brightly, as if she was praising her children, "Yiyi was not afraid of strangers when she saw strangers like us, she sweetly called our teacher, hugged her erhu, and played a song for us on the spot "Tiger Row."

The wrong playing technique of the erhu cannot stop Yiyi's excellent talent.

At the end of the music, Bai Huisheng just said a few points, Yi Yi understood it, and he understood it as soon as he said it, and he understood it as soon as he taught it.

Then start again, an ordinary mahogany erhu in Yiyi's hands, playing the melody that "Running Tiger" should have.

There is also a deep emotion that even Bai Hui's voice admires.

"Hui Sheng said that she is a genius, and she can inherit Feng Pai's mantle."

While talking, Fang Lan actually shed tears and sobbed uncontrollably, "So Huisheng gave her Master's erhu and asked me to teach her from time to time."

Everyone looked at the elders crying helplessly.

Thinking about it, Bai Huisheng was not in good health at that time, so Fang Lan had to come to the door from time to time to teach an honorary disciple with excellent talent.

Seeing her like this, Fan Chengyun took the tissue and handed it to her.

Fang Lan's eyes were red, she lowered her head and said nothing.

Fan Chengyun could only pat her on the shoulder and comforted her: "Huisheng has someone to succeed, you have to be happy. Don't be too sad."

However, these words touched on Fang Lan's sadness. She couldn't help crying for a while, trying her best to suppress the pain in her heart.

Li Jinqiu looked at Zhong Ying with a solemn face, and had to say that Zhong Ying's prediction was indeed very accurate.

When it comes to Yiyi, Bai Huisheng must be mentioned.

The pain of the widow's new bereavement, and a little girl who inherited the Kuiwen qin head erhu again, it's really not a good way to hurt her heart again.

Considering this situation, not to mention Li Jinqiu, even Zhong Ying dare not continue to ask: Why didn't Yiyi come to Bai Huisheng's commemorative concert?

They waited silently for Fang Lan to calm down, and continued to tell about the little girl.

Unexpectedly, she wiped her tears and looked at Zhong Ying.

"Xiao Ying, I want to ask you for a favor."

"You said." Zhong Ying quickly replied.

"Can you go and accompany Yiyi?"

Fang Lan looked haggard and pleaded, "I didn't tell Yiyi about Huisheng's death. She was still young, so I was afraid that she would be sad. At that time, I asked her to make a video, and I just told her that the master didn't wear sunglasses because he liked sunglasses and artists. It's because she couldn't see with her eyes, she could even cry when she heard it..."

Fang Lan's tears rolled down, as if she was sad because of Yiyi's kindness.

Hearing such words, everyone couldn't bear it, and felt that Yiyi was cute and cute.

Maybe it was thinking of Bai Huisheng, or maybe it was something else, Fang Lan's sobs became more and more sad.

She told Zhong Ying intermittently, "I can't see her in my state recently, whenever I talk about her, whenever I talk about Huisheng...my, my tears..."

"Don't worry, I will teach her for you and me."

Zhong Ying comforted Fang Lan in a panic, hoping that she would not be too sad, "I will teach her what I know."

His original intention was that he would teach Yiyi all the erhu music and techniques he learned from Bai Huisheng.

However, Fang Lan stared at him blankly, as if thinking of something.

"Yes, you can teach her whatever you know."

She murmured and repeated, her eyes flickering with light, even though her voice was extremely painful, she said with expectation:

"Xiaoying, here you go, don't just teach her the erhu, you can also teach her the guqin and the pipa..."

Fang Lan's eyes couldn't stop crying, and she smiled bitterly, "She's very smart, very talented, and can learn everything."

"Okay, Teacher Fang."

Zhong Ying didn't understand why, but he immediately agreed, "I will ask her what she likes, and I will teach her what she likes."

They are all people who have experienced the death of their loved ones, and they can feel the pain even more.

As long as Fang Lan can feel comforted by the shining of the church, Zhong Ying will never be stingy in teaching.

After all, Yiyi is indeed a genius.

Even though the atmosphere in the piano store was solemn and sad, no one criticized this fragile lady.

Even Zhou Yifei, who was chattering, opened his eyes quietly, watching Fang Lan cry and laugh, and gave Zhong Yingyi's address, not daring to make any noise.

"Aunt Lan, let me accompany you to get the photo."

When Sister Xu saw that she had finished explaining, she reached out to support her, not wanting her to immerse herself in her pain, "Mr. He should be in a hurry."

It was only when He Yuansheng was mentioned that Fang Lan cheered up a little, and walked into Fan Lin with Sister Xu's support.

Fan Chengyun watched them walk away, and whispered:

"Xiao Ying, I'm not worried about you teaching your children. But when you talk to your children's parents, you must be careful and considerate. If you have anything, please contact me."

"Also, you can take the musical instruments in the piano hall. If it's inconvenient, it's okay to invite children to come and learn."

He seriously considered the child, "Now that it's summer vacation, she should have some free time."

Zhong Ying nodded, sent the master off, and lowered his head to study the address Fang Lan gave him.

Yiyi lives in the city next door, and it takes an hour to go back and forth.

Not far, but not close either.

Zhong Ying was thinking about the distance, but he heard a flattering call.

"Brother Zhong, my dear brother."

Zhou Yifei's eyes were as bright as light bulbs, he had already remembered Yiyi's address in his heart, and still smiled obsequiously:

"Can you take me with you?"

Hearing these words, Zhong Ying hadn't thought about how to answer, and the little brat was picked up in a snap.

"Less chaos!"

Li Jinqiu used force and language, "If you dare to sneak over, I will tell your mother—"

"You have a puppy love, and you want to elope with someone else's 12-year-old girl."

"Fuck!" Zhou Yifei scolded on the spot, forgetting to break free, "Uncle, why are you so vicious!"

If this case is reported, his mother will beat him to death. After graduating from high school, he will not be studying medicine, at least he will be sent to the army!

Sure enough, puppy love is a scourge for children and a good plan. Zhou Yifei wrote "I want to see Yiyi" all over his face, and in the end he had no choice but to follow Li Jinqiu back home.

Without the children and Fang Lan, the piano shop returned to its usual tranquility.

Sister Xu played Yiyi's video as background music, making it even more ethereal and quiet.

"When are you going?" she asked.

Zhong Ying sat there, thought for a while, and said, "I'll go after Teacher Fang contacts Yiyi's mother."

"Do you have a piano?"

"Probably not." Zhong Ying thought of what Zhou Yifei said, "She has enough pianos at home."

The next day, Zhong Ying received a message from Fang Lan.

She has already agreed with Yiyi's mother that Zhong Ying will teach Yiyi for her.

"She said she knew you."

Fang Lan's spirit has obviously recovered a lot, and her tone is full of joy, "She also attended your concert in Austria."

Zhong should be a little surprised.

The memorial concert in Austria invited many descendants of survivors and mourners.

He did not remember such a Chinese pianist.

"What's the name of Yiyi's mother?" Zhong Ying asked curiously.

"Yu Meiling." Fang Lan replied softly, "She is an excellent pianist living in Europe."

Yu Meiling, a Steinway artist, a doctoral tutor at the Vienna Conservatory of Music, and a famous pianist living in Europe.

On the way to Yiyi's house, Zhong Ying searched casually and saw all the honors this strange lady had won.

Zhong Ying was dazzled by the long list of titles and awards.

Even if he doesn't understand how Western music evaluates "masters", he still knows——

To be called "the shining oriental pearl on the European stage" by the critics of Vienna's harsh "Le Zeitung" must be a good piano player.

The eloquent praises in the news are all boasting of Yu Meiling's classical music.

From Beethoven to Chopin, from classics to originals, her fingertips seem to be able to convey the will of God.

Zhong Ying watched with emotion.

The descendants of drum master Yu, who was once described by Mr. Shen as "holding a single-skinned drum and thin bamboo, and ringing a thousand-year-old bronze bell", have made great achievements in the Western music stage in Europe.

It can only be said that everyone has his own fate, which is unpredictable.

Turning back, he saw a brand new manuscript——

"Genius and Genius: He has been incognito for many years. He is known as "Mozart is alive" and "Little Beethoven". He is Yu Meiling's son? ! "

Zhong Ying thought these two names were familiar, but couldn't remember where he had heard them.

However, famous artists such as Mozart and Beethoven will be brought out as gimmicks when they praise talented pianists.

He didn't care too much.

The car parked outside the gate of Yiyi Community, it was indeed a secluded and luxurious villa area.

The gate court carefully registered before releasing them.

Zhong Ying walked, admiring the beautiful environment of the community, and found the target building in a short while.

He pressed the doorbell, and a question came from the speaker next to the door:

"Who?"

The male voice was tired, with a hint of irritability.

Zhong Ying felt a little familiar, and still replied respectfully: "I am the person introduced by Teacher Fang Lan, to teach Lian Shengyi—"

Before the self-introduction was finished, the door was eagerly opened a crack.

There are still people talking to someone in a low voice.

"Don't come here, stay away, be safe. I'll go and see for you, what if it's a liar?"

As he said that, the door opened a little, revealing a face with black hair and black eyes, young and handsome, he had seen it before.

Zhong Ying stared at the acquaintance in surprise.

The other party's sleepy eyes were fluffy, and he looked at Zhong Ying with a frown, and seemed to think that Zhong Ying's eyes were familiar.

"Who are you?"

Very rude.

"Mr. Lian?"

Zhong Ying and Lian Junan parted ways in Vienna, and they had some friendship, but it was not a happy friendship.

"I'm Zhong Ying."

"Zhong Ying? Zhong..."

Lian Junan tried hard to remember, blinked his eyes, suddenly his whole body was struck by lightning, he remembered!

"Depend on!"

The grand pianist, who was in a drowsy sleep, suddenly woke up, and his impolite face turned into a ferocious expression towards an enemy.

"Why are you so haunted? It's not enough to hurt me in Austria. Why are you chasing after me? Seeking revenge? Ah?"

He was yelling loudly and incoherently.

The posture of holding the doorknob leisurely, immediately enters the fighting state, with arms like steel, guarding against Zhong Ying who snatches the door.

Apparently, the music competition at the beginning had caused a great psychological shadow on him, and he was subconsciously afraid that the bell would ring.

But when he yelled like this, Zhong Ying realized that he really went to the right door.

This is Yiyi's home, and it's also Lian Junan's home.

Yiyi is called Lian Shengyi, and Lian Junan is also surnamed Lian.

Zhong Ying suddenly realized, and stared at him as if enlightened, but he didn't dare to confirm the father-daughter relationship between Lian Junan and Lian Shengyi immediately.

After all, Yiyi gave him the impression that he was always polite and cute.

Lian Junan is so irritable and indiscriminate, how could he give birth to such a young genius as Yiyi.

Zhong Ying changed his mind and asked, "Mr. Lian, you are Lian Shengyi..."

Before the question was finished, Lian Junan's face was ashen.

"elder brother!"

Before he even opened his mouth to chase people away, the immature child's voice came eagerly, and he anxiously pulled Lian Junan aside.

Zhong Ying was surprised to see a pair of thin and small hands, and then saw a small face.

A little girl who looked less than ten years old, with shoulder-length hair loose, yellowish in the black, opened a pair of big black eyes, looking at him curiously.

The little girl grabbed Lian Junan's clothes and tried to push her brother aside, "Is this the new teacher invited by Teacher Fang?"

"No! The courier went to the wrong door!"

Lian Jun'an made a vicious voice, and glared at Zhong Ying, as if he would kill someone if he dared to refute.

As soon as he turned his head, even Junan's tone became much gentler.

"Yiyi, it's windy outside, don't catch a cold, go in quickly."

As he said that, he pushed the little girl inside and closed the door, only the little girl's inexplicable voice floated out——

"Brother, it's already July..."

Zhong Ying stood outside the closed door, a little dazed.

He remembered Zhou Yifei saying that Yiyi was 12 years old.

But the little girl he saw was short and thin, with slightly rounded cheeks but a pair of watery eyes that were even more eye-catching.

It doesn't look like 12 years old, Zhong Ying believes that she is nine or eight years old.

Moreover, she is a genuine yellow-haired girl, her black hair is yellow like malnutrition, and she is so immature that she is braided in the video so that she can barely see it.

Zhong Ying could no longer hear the voice inside.

He was considering whether to knock on the door again, and the door opened quietly again.

Yiyi held the doorknob, her eyes were clear and dark, and she looked up at him.

"Brother, please come in."

She politely invited Zhong Ying, a hundred times more polite than Lian Junan, "Teacher Fang told me that she is too busy, so please come and teach me Erhu. I have been waiting for it!"

Lian Junan was so angry that he stood behind her furiously.

"Don't call him brother!"

Yiyi blinked her beautiful black eyes, and changed her words sweetly, "Hello, teacher!"

Lian Junan:? ? ?