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Fan Chengyun's memories are thick and bitter, but his voice when he talked about his young apprentice to Li Jinqiu was brisk and joyful.

Sitting by the corridor, he drew the height with his hands and said: "At that time, Xiao Ying was only a little taller, and I picked him up immediately, so light and fluffy."

"His eyes are big, glowing darkly under the moon, and his round face is like a dough ball."

"I think he is cute. Rubbing his hair is black and soft, and his eyes are blinking like cats. It's pitiful. It's so much fun!"

Hearing Master Fan's laughter, Li Jinqiu could imagine Zhong Ying's appearance when he was a child.

The first time I met a strange uncle, he stretched out his hand and rubbed the child's head in a mess.

The kid didn't dare to make a sound, and he didn't dare to run, his clear and bright eyes were aggrieved, and he waited for the bad uncle to stop rubbing his hands enough.

Fan Chengyun was laughing, and Li Jinqiu couldn't help laughing either.

He always thought that Master Fan was serious and silent, how to say Zhong Ying, there was a slight hint of bullying children, full of the evil taste of adults.

Li Jinqiu asked with a smile: "Master Fan, was that when you received the bell as an apprentice?"

"Yes." Fan Chengyun looked at him kindly, and resumed his usual seriousness, "Because Xiao Ying is very similar to him."

Seeing Li Jinqiu's confused expression, Fan Chengyun laughed and added, "Like his grandfather!"

Recalling Zhong Ying at that time, Fan Chengyun spoke briskly.

"Xiao Ying, he has the same temperament and looks as Wang Gui. When I saw Wang Gui, it was like seeing a replica of Wang Gui's little doll. The way he plays the piano and the posture of his grandfather's tuning are no different!"

Li Jinqiu knew nothing about Lin Wanggui, he was about to ask what kind of person Zhong Ying's grandfather was when he heard the sound of pattering footsteps.

"I'm not like grandpa." Zhong Ying's retort came from afar.

Zhong Ying, who didn't look like a grandfather at all, interrupted the chat between Master and Li Jinqiu.

He looked at Master complaining, and said, "Grandpa is much better than me."

"Yes, he is better than you." Fan Chengyun laughed heartily, and went back to the piano shop with his hands behind his back.

Zhong Ying watched the master disappear before silently handing over a pair of wide slippers and a pair of new socks.

"Brother Qiu, you won't be able to do your shoes and socks for a while, so wear mine first."

Li Jinqiu looked down and saw that Zhong Ying was also wearing a pair of slippers.

In the autumn wind and autumn rain that is gradually weakening in the courtyard, there is a coolness that has not passed away in early autumn.

"You went to help me find shoes?" Li Jinqiu took the towel to wipe his feet in surprise.

"Yeah." Zhong Ying nodded, "Didn't I say that?"

"I said it." Li Jinqiu dried his feet and put on his socks, "I didn't hear that!"

When Zhong Ying left with the stringless qin in his arms, he was in a daze, nowhere did he say what he was going to do.

However, after listening to Master Fan's recollection, Li Jinqiu was particularly able to understand Zhong Ying's state.

I have just attended a funeral, and it will be Grandpa's memorial day soon.

It is normal for house leaks and rainy nights to cause confusion and sadness.

He originally wanted to be more serious, to unravel Zhong Ying's old knots,

But after he listened to Master Fan's eloquent narration about how cute Zhong Ying was when he was a child, the little cutie with big black eyes and round pink face in his mind stretched out immature fingers and pressed the strings in his heart, playing to his heart's content. Blood vessels fluttered.

Li Jinqiu wanted to reach out and rub Zhong Ying's short hair.

He wanted to rub Zhong Ying's cheek again.

It must be the same as what Master Fan said, cute and pitiful, and feels great in the hand.

Zhong Ying was sitting on a chair in the corridor watching the rain, always feeling that Li Jinqiu was strangely silent.

As soon as he glanced at him, the composer who was full of curiosity about him came back and smiled.

Zhong Ying:?

"Brother Qiu, what do you have to do?" Zhong Ying's eyes were confused, feeling that Li Jinqiu was hesitant to speak.

"It's okay." Li Jinqiu put away his smile and coughed solemnly.

The more concealed the more obvious.

Zhong Ying had to take the initiative to remind: "You can ask anything you have, I don't mind."

Li Jinqiu stubbornly repeated, "No, really not."

He can't say: I want to pinch your face, rub your head!

Li Jinqiu didn't say anything, Zhong Ying blinked and smiled helplessly.

He knew he was not in a good state.

The torrential rain in early autumn often reminded him of the deserted and lonely night ten years ago.

It was cold and slippery, and he remembered that elder sister Xu didn't let him go to keep watch for grandpa, just like elder sister Xu sometimes prevented him from appearing in the courtyard or the piano hall.

Because Master is here.

At that time, Fan Chengyun was not his master, and every time this strange uncle came to Fanlin, he had to hide.

Zhong Ying is young and doesn't understand why.

But he understands that when grandpa is gone, the strange uncle drives everyone out, and if he goes to grandpa's side, he will be kicked out too.

Zhong Ying looked at the rain that had almost stopped outside the corridor, and guessed that Master and Li Jinqiu had chatted about the past ten years ago.

So, he explained aloud: "Master always likes to say that I look like grandpa, but in fact I don't look like grandpa at all."

"Grandpa has a gentle temper and is smart in dealing with things. No matter how difficult it is, he never complains or hates, and sticks to his own ideas."

"It's the same for human beings, and it's the same for Kaiqin."

"The qin left by my grandfather is just like my grandfather's, with clear strings and clear sound, unique and unparalleled in the world."

After listening to it, Li Jinqiu thought, isn't this exactly the same?

But he secretly laughed, nodded, and listened with a smile.

Zhong Ying didn't care whether Li Jinqiu liked to hear it or not, but he wanted to say it.

I want to say that the five guqins made by my grandfather each have their own timbres, and each one is a masterpiece.

I want to say that the four guqins that my grandfather gave to my master are tailor-made, far better than the old ones.

There is also the unfinished Qiusi, even if he just cut it into a wooden block, and the ten strings cross Yueshan Mountain, the pitch is still resolute.

However, while he was talking, his voice was weak, and he looked at the rain silently.

It's so good that such an excellent piano master died young, just like Bai Huisheng, like Lian Shengyi, like them...

Only he is left to worry about others, lonely and cherished.

"...Are you more like Dad, or more like Mom?"

A curious question interrupted his deeper and deeper thoughts.

Zhong Ying turned his head, as if he couldn't understand the question, he said in astonishment, "What?"

Li Jinqiu said with a smile: "I mean, if you are like your father, then your father must be handsome and calm; if you are like your mother, then your mother must be gentle and beautiful."

Li Jinqiu chose a relaxed and happy question, and every word was full of praise for Zhong Ying's parents.

Grandpa is gone, Mom and Dad are so young, they are always there.

To recall Zhong Ying's mind from the dead, probably only rely on the invincible fatherly love and motherly love.

It's a pity that Zhong Ying looked at him with clear eyes, and in his polite smile, he replied in confusion: "I don't know."

Li Jinqiu was stunned.

Zhong Ying said: "I was adopted by my grandfather, I don't know who my parents are."

The atmosphere of the whole autumn rain became dignified and steady.

Even though Zhong Ying looked normal, Li Jinqiu was pale.

If there is thunder in the sky, he must rush out to find the thunder and strike him to death!

Music, which he is best at, has already chatted to death, and Zhong Ying was chatted away once.

Unexpectedly, the parent who is the least good at is short-sighted, forced to open the topic, and directly stepped on a minefield!

Li Jinqiu suddenly became embarrassed.

"Sorry, I don't know this, I was so happy to hear what Master Fan said just now..."

He also said that he was beaming, kind and stable. Thinking about it, Zhong Ying is definitely a lovable child. He must live in a happy family and have gentle and healthy parents. Fan Chengyun will be so happy!

who knows--

"That, I'm sorry..." Li Jinqiu swore that he would never talk about relatives again!

"It's ok."

"Also...does your master know about this?" Li Jinqiu was really troubled.

Zhong Ying's dark eyes widened in confusion, and he asked, "Is it possible that he doesn't know?"

This question completely convinced Li Jinqiu.

That's right, Master Fan watched Zhong Ying grow up, how could he not know that he was adopted.

But that kind old man talked about Zhong Ying's love for the elders to look at the younger generation when he was a child, and he said every word: Well, like Lin Wanggui.

It doesn't feel like picking it up for adoption at all!

"I was wrong, I was really wrong."

Li Jinqiu and Zhong Ying watched the rain together, and finally felt that something was right.

"No wonder Tongtong said that I am good at everything, but unfortunately I have a mouth."

Zhong Ying couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.

Before he could return to seriousness, he pretended nothing had happened, and heard Li Jinqiu say:

"She also said that if there is a crime of poisonous tongue in this world, then I must be guilty of an unforgivable crime, and I will sit in prison."

"She was still sending messages yesterday to scold me, saying that today I will definitely be struck by lightning because I have no heart, no lungs, and no words—"

Although the autumn rain was pattering and was about to stop, Li Jinqiu's heart was full of remorse and pain, as if he had been robbed by nine thunderstorms.

"It turns out that today's heavy rain and thunder are hitting me in advance."

"Not really." Zhong Ying wanted to comfort the defeated Li Jinqiu.

"I don't think there's anything wrong with your words."

"It's all true."

If his expression wasn't so schadenfreude, and he had a bright smile, Li Jinqiu would definitely believe him.

However, Zhong Ying's smile brightened, which also made Li Jinqiu's frustrated mood a little better.

Seeing Zhong Ying smiling so happily, he finally decided to reach out and ruffle that short hair.

Dark and soft, exactly as Master Fan said.

Li Jinqiu got his wish.

"Hmph, laugh." He said, "Sit next to me, and when the time comes, the sky will strike with thunder!"

Young people tend to be noisy when they are together.

Sitting in the piano store, Fan Chengyun clearly heard Zhong Ying's laughter, and he invited Li Jinqiu to listen to the piano.

His apprentice was injured in his hands and heart, and if he could have friends to accompany him, he might be able to heal slowly.

Suddenly, Fan Chengyun sighed quietly: "You said that I did not let Li Jinqiu come, did I do something wrong?"

Ning Xuexu tidied up the ledger and said without raising her head: "That's right. What's the good of him coming? Asking a question or saying something hurts people so much. Is he a cactus? It's better than his sister. "

Fan Chengyun:?

Fan Chengyun didn't know that Li Jinqiu's reputation in Ning Xuexu's place was not good either.

After all, he was an arrogant and arrogant young man, who often said something, with a gun and a stick, and he listened with complacency.

He is not afraid that Zhong Ying will be bad, he is afraid that Zhong Ying will be sad.

After all, he was the one who watched the grown-up children, and he knew the temper best.

When he was sad, he couldn't say it, and played the piano silently by himself, very much like Lin Wanggui.

Fan Chengyun just sat like this, neither going to the association nor returning to the piano room.

It wasn't until the rain stopped and Zhong Ying sent Li Jinqiu away that he walked through the corridor and entered the piano hall.

Pushing open the door, one can see the colorful portrait of Lin Wanggui with a gentle smile, as well as musical instruments placed quietly.

Lin Wanggui devoted his whole life to Yiyin Yashe, and tried to copy many instruments from Yiyin Yashe.

Except for his four Chang Qing, Short Qing, Long Side, and Short Side, the only remaining works are Outing in Spring, Lushui, Secluded Residence, Sitting Sorrow, and Autumn Thoughts in the piano hall.

Fan Chengyun walked slowly over, stretching out his hand to brush the strings of Qiu Si's piano.

This is Lin Wanggui's posthumous work, it is the ten-stringed qin he gave to Zhong Ying, and it is also a surprise he gave to Fan Chengyun.

The sound of Qiu Siqin is clear, lighter than the elegant rhyme.

Lin Wanggui is just a luthier with mediocre talent, but he can make a unique violin in this world.

He picked Qiu Si's strings one by one, and slowly sat on the piano bench.

Ten Strings of Autumn Thoughts, just accompanied by the thoughts of autumn, gradually reverberates in the piano hall, bringing a deep thought of the luthier.

Fan Chengyun doesn't know how to play the ten-stringed zither.

He just played with the strings casually and made them sound pleasing to the ear.

After a while, the sound of the piano in the room slowly disappeared and returned to calm.

Fan Chengyun sighed and turned sideways a little, which could wipe away the sorrow sitting next to him.

Sitting sad is Zhang Jiuxianqin.

The nine silk strings are clear and cold, and the body of the piano is made of old fir wood, which is made by excellent talents.

It took Lin Wanggui a lot of effort.

Since ancient times, when Fuxi made the qin, Emperor Shun set it as five strings, added one string for Wen, and added another string for Wu. The Guqin should have seven strings.

But Song Taizong added two more strings to the emperor and ministers, turning it into a nine-stringed qin——

Monarch, Minister, Wen, Wu, Li, Yue, Zheng, People, Heart, the strings are intentional, and the sound is moving.

Fan Chengyun used this song to get on the French music stage and gained the title of "Eternal Music".

However, he doesn't know how to play the lyre at all.

It's just that after learning from the famous Zhu Wenji, he played a song "Wind into the Pine" with the seventh of the nine strings, deliberately trying to attract Bellou who is nearby in Italy to know him as "Fan Chengyun".

The nine strings move the seven strings, and it is still a peerless melody with a good reputation.

He remembered that the "Mountain", which resounded on the strings, was reported by the French news one after another, as if it was really an ancient song that shocked the West.

For ten days and a half months, he was so busy that he could only send a message to Lin Wanggui, and asked his assistant to call Ning Xuexu to inquire about Lin Wanggui's condition.

When I come back again, it means that heaven and man are separated, and we will never see each other again.

"Buzz!"

There was a dull sound, and Fan Chengyun didn't like to play it anymore.

Sitting in sorrow, sitting in sorrow, this piano is not named wrongly, and I understand Cai Yong's ancient meaning better.

Otherwise, why would he sit here and pick the strings casually, so worried that his hair would turn gray.

Fan Chengyun put down the nine-stringed qin, smiled, and took the familiar lyre.

Qixian lives in seclusion, full of joy.

He remembered that this violin was the first violin born in Fanlin.

At that time, Fan Chengyun spent all he had, mortgaged the villa and antiques, and owed a lot of favors to buy back this old house that originally belonged to the Shen family.

It is secluded and remote, and it takes a few 10 minutes to drive to the nearest market to buy.

But Lin Wanggui said that this place is good, with outstanding people and beautiful mountains and clear waters, it is suitable for him to practice the piano, and it is also suitable for Lin Wanggui to play the piano.

Fan Chengyun stroked the deep mahogany lacquer with his palm, but in his memory it was the appearance of living in a secluded light-colored wood.

This is not a good wood, and it is just a qin that Lin Wanggui used to practice, but it is his favorite qin.

Because, Lin Wanggui said: "After I try this lyre house, I will start to make you a better lyre."

Fan Chengyun sat in front of the secluded residence, stretched out his hand to touch the strings and brushed the notes, the melody flowed, and impromptu chanted the double strings, playing a clear and clear sound.

Now no matter how many old pianos he has over a hundred years old, he has also seen the ten-string elegant rhyme that has not rotted for thousands of years.

In his heart, there is no seven strings that can compare to the fine piano made by Lin Wanggui himself.

At the end of the song, Fan Chengyun was all smiles.

Living in seclusion, quiet and elegant, living in Fanlin.

He did not choose the wrong name, and Lin Wanggui did not pick the wrong piano.

Today, it is still the elegant sound and rhyme of the past, and it is still the water pavilion pavilion of the past.

Fan Chengyun misses his own qin a little bit. The long clear has a long tone, the short clear is heavy and long, the long side is tossing and mournful, and the short side is clear and clear.

Each has its own merits, and he can't put it down.

Lin Wanggui pondered the guqin all day long, looking for good talents, and indeed made the best lyre for him.

This piano is stringed one by one, and there is only one five-string Lushui left.

Fan Chengyun didn't play it, but stood up and slowly sat down in a chair a little further away.

He is far away from Lushui, but very close to Lin Wanggui.

After a long silence, Fan Chengyun sighed.

"I never understood why you went to Japan and why you went to Ning Mingzhi."

It seems that when he saw the banjo, he complained endlessly, "If the Zhuqin is gone, it will be gone. We can make new ones."

"Look at Qiu Si, playing a piece of "Hua Ge" in Xiaoying's hand. Look at Zuochou, a mediocre guqin player like me, can actually play "High Mountain" and "Flowing Water" with it."

Fan Chengyun laughed softly, "You are the best violin maker, you can make the best violins."

"The qin you made must be better than the thirteen strings that Ning Mingzhi took away."

He understood Lin Wanggui's pursuit of Yiyin Yashe, but he still couldn't help complaining about his old friend when no one was around.

The Zhuqin made by Lin Wanggui in the early years has thirteen silver strings stretched tightly around the body, it is small and exquisite and has a pleasant tone.

However, every time he hit the building, he said: "This building can't play "Yi Lan Cao"."

What "Yi Lan Cao" and "Shui Xian Cao" are nothing but qin music.

Fan Chengyun never felt a pity that the Zhuqin could not be played well.

"Xiao Ying knew how to build a building a few years ago. He must often play "Great Wind Song" and "Yi Shui Song" for you."

He stared at Lin Wanggui's gentle eyebrows, and asked nonchalantly, "Did you hear that? The violins you make are so good, why do you ask them?"

Seek an immortal Belu, seek an immortal Ning Mingzhi.

In Fan Chengyun's memory, they had many quarrels, but when they were made by Lushui, they quarreled so that they didn't see each other.

He still pointed at the banjo, and swore angrily——

"If you go to Japan quietly again, I'll smash your broken piano!"

Fan Chengyun was worried about Lin Wanggui and didn't want him to go to such a dangerous place.

Who knows, Lin Wanggui said calmly, "Smash it."

He said: "If I don't go to Qin, what's the use of saving this life."

What is the use……

Fan Chengyun was leaning on the chair. He was in his fifties, his body curled up like an old man in his seventies and eighties.

He lowered his gaze, not looking at Lin Wanggui, nor at Lushui.

Staring at the empty piano table next to him, he was lost in thought.

That's the place for Fang Youchun.

Zhong Ying hurt his right fingernail and it was inconvenient to play the piano, so he wandered around with You Chun in his arms all day long, knocking on the body of the piano while sitting, playing the sound of no strings amidst soft wooden sounds.

You Chun is Lin Wanggui's piano.

When it was cut, Fan Chengyun saw with his own eyes that he carefully marked the white emblem on the pitch-black body of the piano.

Fan Chengyun was still very young back then.

In his twenties, he has no achievements in playing the piano, but he is arrogant and arrogant.

He curled his lips and said, "Tao Yuanming's plain qin doesn't have strings and emblems, neither strings nor emblems."

"So this is my violin."

Lin Wanggui pointed out the thirteen emblems with a smile, and said patiently, "A gentleman does not withdraw the qin for no reason. Since I don't know how to play the qin, I will make a plain qin without strings. The strings are on my heart, and the emblem is on the body. There is music in my heart.”

"Look." As he said, he put down his tools, sat upright in front of the stringless xylophone, stroking the strings and flicking the strings.

He also closed his eyes slightly, and said with a leisurely smile, "Play the piano to you."

When Fan Chengyun heard the phrase "play the piano to you", he immediately felt that Lin Wanggui was saying "play the piano to the cow", and immediately became angry.

"I think you are the bull chewing peony!"

Lin Wanggui was not angry, but just smiled, "Cows chewing peonies, cooking cranes and burning zithers are quite suitable for me."

"Chengyun, my piano is ready, please give it a name."

Fan Chengyun thought about it, and remembered that it was a splendid spring with green trees.

Lin Wanggui's home is cramped, it can be said that the house is barren, like a carpenter's workshop rather than a violinist's studio.

So he said mockingly: "Cai's five lanes, "Outing in Spring", "Lushui", "Secret Residence", "Zooming Sorrow", "Autumn Thoughts", you have exclusive secluded residence. It looks like a prison cage, this Qin should be called You Chun."

Traveling in spring, traveling in dreams.

When Fan Chengyun thought of Zhang Youchun, he would think of himself when he was young.

He has a bad temper and said a lot of hurtful things.

Lin Wanggui looked at him quietly with a pair of quiet black eyes, as if he would never get angry.

Zhong Ying looks like Lin Wanggui, very similar.

The same quiet and introverted, the same outstanding talent.

Exactly the same compassion, exactly the same perseverance.

He was always afraid that he would not be able to take care of this lovely child, so he always demanded Zhong Ying according to Lin Wanggui's standards.

Be gentle in your actions and tactful in your words.

Don't be impulsive, learn to forbear.

Fan Chengyun taught this way, and he also learned it himself.

But he feels that his gentleness and kindness are not because he has learned Lin Wanggui's temper, but because he is old, disheartened, and can't get angry with everything. The only thing he wants to do is to complete Lin Wanggui's Last wish, to meet Lin Wanggui as soon as possible.

When he first met Lin Wanggui, he was almost thirty.

Standing at thirty, mature and stable, Lin Wanggui seems to have passed a sixteenth year of age, silently shouldering the heavy mistakes made by others.

Fan Chengyun remembered that when he smashed open the broken wooden door, he was as impulsive as a street ruffian.

Maybe he also smashed Lin Wanggui's head, causing Lin Wanggui to bleed some.

Because Fan Chengyun was young and ignorant, he only remembered hatred.

I mistakenly thought that Lin Wanggui was not called Lin Wanggui, but his name was——

"Master!"

Zhong Ying hurriedly walked to the side of the piano hall, "Master, are you there?"

"what's up?"

Fan Chengyun stood up from the chair, and the memories disappeared.

"A group of people came outside, sister Xu was greeting them, but, but..."

However, Zhong Ying had never seen such a strange person.