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The old man froze in the wheelchair and finally didn't dare to say everything.

However, Zhong Ying was already very unhappy, and asked back with a cold face:

"How is this impossible?"

Ning Mingzhi felt the young people's protection of his grandfather.

He smiled, and regained his look of a kind elder.

"After all, Xuewen is a qin master, I thought his descendants would inherit his qin making skills. But..."

The old man raised his head and said comfortingly: "It's very good that you can become Fan Chengyun's apprentice and learn the Shen family's piano skills."

These words are hypocritical, but Zhong Ying's accusation has no room for refutation.

Those facts and the past were indeed spoken by him and Ning Xuewen, his nephew.

But Ning Mingzhi was in no hurry.

Ning Xuewen's grandson is from his Ning family.

No matter how angry you are, it's still a family.

Thinking of this, Ning Mingzhi looked at Zhong Ying with more joy in his eyes. Even though the young man lashed out at him, his heart was still filled with excitement.

Ning Xuewen is his good nephew, but unfortunately, he can't play the piano.

He still remembered Ning Xuewen's poor piano skills.

A hundred-year-old paulownia lyre, the sound was as unpleasant as sawing wood, which made him suspect that Ning Xuewen had no sense of music, and was even a sound idiot.

Well now, his good nephew has raised a good grandson.

Not only is Fan Chengyun's proud disciple, but he can also replay the ten-string elegant rhyme. He thinks Zhong Ying is outstanding, and even Zhong Ying scolded him for being disloyal, filial and righteous.

"I am very sorry that Xuewen passed away."

Ning Mingzhi was delighted in his heart, but his voice was filled with grief and sincerity.

He squinted his eyes slightly, staring at Zhong Ying like an elder caring for his nephew and grandchildren.

"Since you are his grandson, we are a family. You stay with me first—"

"unnecessary."

Zhong Ying interrupted his gentle words, his expression became colder and more resistant, he even frowned, and retreated in disgust.

"My surname is Zhong, and my grandfather's surname is Lin. We have nothing to do with your Ning family and Zai Ning family, let alone a family."

But just a few words were enough for him to understand Zai Ning Wenzhi's shamelessness and the reason why Master hated the Ning family.

Ning Mingzhi hit a snake with a stick, it was extremely difficult!

Zhong Ying said sharply: "I don't live in your mansion, I will find a hotel by myself. If there is nothing to do today, I will leave first."

As he said that, he turned to leave, wishing to stay away from this dying old man, away from this bright courtyard built on the blood of the dead.

However, before he could leave the Japanese room, he heard hurried voices behind him, the doctors advised in a low voice, and Ning Mingzhi called out urgently——

"Zhong Ying, don't you want to see Zhuqin that Jing Du gave me!"

Zhong Ying stopped, and Zaining's disciple who was guarding the outside also knelt down, lowered his head and blocked his way forward.

He stood there quietly looking at the group of guys, breathing very lightly.

Only Ning Mingzhi's hoarse and weak voice continued:

"Xuewen used to come to Japan every year to play the piano and play the piano for me. Although he has no talent, his filial piety is unmatched by anyone else. I am going to die, my piano should be his. What a pity, what a pity..."

He repeatedly said it was a pity, but his eyes glistened because the clock should stop there.

"You are Xuewen's grandson, so naturally you should inherit this piano for him!"

Zhong Ying could hear clearly, and so could everyone inside and outside the room.

Those loyal disciples helped the master to block the departing heirs, even Jingzi heard this and immediately persuaded:

"Mr. Zhong, your hand is injured, and it is far and inconvenient to go to the hotel."

Ms. Shizuko's voice was soft, with a hint of joy hidden, "If you don't like the Japanese-style decoration of the mansion, I will take you to the place where Xuewen lived."

"It's far away from the inner courtyard. It's quiet and quiet. He always likes it."

Zhong Ying sighed silently, the suppressed emotions in his heart did not get better.

He didn't want to look at the hypocritical Ning Mingzhi anymore, just because his grandfather wasn't worth it.

I'm afraid that for so many years, grandpa has believed Ning Mingzhi's lies, and has lived in Ning Mingzhi's mansion every year, and played the piano for Ning Mingzhi every year.

Year after year I look forward to——

Originally belonging to the Shen family, the Zhuqin gifted to Ning Mingzhi by Shen Ling can safely return to Fan Chengyun's hands.

The sun is shining outside the house, with red maple leaves that turn yellow in autumn, quiet and elegant, cozy and pleasant.

It's a pity that Zhong Ying has no intention of appreciating it.

"Ms. Jingzi, please take me to see the place where grandpa lived."

As soon as he made such a sound, the tense atmosphere suddenly eased, and even the disciples who knelt on the ground in front of him seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

Jingzi was overjoyed, but her voice was still soft, "Father, I will take Mr. Zhong to rest. If you have anything to say, you can tell me tomorrow."

Ning Mingzhi laughed softly: "Remember to contact Dr. Uemura, he has to heal our musician's fingers properly."

The care of the elders still falsely surrounds his desire to listen to the piano.

Jingzi stood up and just took two steps, when Ning Mingzhi made a sound worried.

"Distant mountains."

Among the crowd kneeling in front of Zhong Ying, a young apprentice raised his head, "Yes, Master."

Ning Mingzhi said meaningfully: "Treat Xiao Ying well, and you will accompany him carefully wherever he is going and what he is going to do."

"Yes, Master."

Zhong Ying followed Ms. Jingzi out of the Japanese room, and silently followed Ning Mingzhi's apprentice Yuan Shan by his side.

His footsteps were quiet, without saying a word, like a dedicated watcher, listening to every word Jingzi told Zhong Ying.

"Every time Xuewen comes here, he lives in the Yilang Pavilion of the Junziyuan."

"It's remote and secluded, far away from father's inner courtyard, so you don't have to worry about being disturbed."

"Tomorrow you have a good rest, we will go to see father again..."

As she spoke, Jingzi sighed softly, "Maybe you don't believe it, but I think my father really wanted Xuewen to inherit that piano."

The age-old Zhuqin has always been the treasure of Zaining's family.

She is more than seventy years old, and since she was sensible, she has only seen the precious thirteen strings a few times.

But looking at it from a distance, it is impossible to touch it at all.

But she said: "I have visited several times, and I saw Xuewen chatting with his father about the past, and the sound of building can always be heard in the room. I don't know music, but I think Xuewen plays the piano very well."

Zhong Ying was disgusted with Ning Mingzhi, but he was full of kindness towards this really kind and gentle old lady.

"Grandpa Jianzhu is really good, even I learned from him."

He was angry and sad, and when he talked about Lin Wanggui's Zhuyin, he became a little lighter.

"He also copied a piece of Zhuqin himself. The strings are clear and the qin sounds quite ancient. Listening to his recordings of building, I can imagine the heroic spirit of the Han and Tang Dynasties."

Jingzi is an old man who treats people sincerely. When she listens to Zhong Ying talk about Lin Wanggui's Zhuqin, her eyes are shining.

"Although I haven't heard it, I think it must be a good piano."

She was gentle and kind, and she was tens of thousands of times more sincere than Ning Mingzhi's hypocritical praise, "Because it was the piano he copied."

The inner courtyard and the outer courtyard are not far away. Zhong Ying and Jingzi chatted about building a piano, and after a while they walked out of the Japanese-style garden bridge and walked into a house with a different style.

The wooden gate of the courtyard has been replaced by a stone round arch, and three cursive black-backed golden plaques of "Gentleman's Courtyard" hang in the center, just like a domestic Soviet-style garden, with green trees, rockery, stones and long streets complementing each other.

"This is the Gentleman's Courtyard where Xuewen has always lived. There are four wing rooms: Hanmei, Yilan, Cuizhu, and Shuangju. He only loves Yilan."

Jingzi slowly led Zhong Ying to the Yilan Pavilion with carved wooden doors.

Once the long-closed door was opened, the spacious and simple furnishings in the room were clear at a glance.

Zhong Ying saw several Chinese-style tables and chairs, and a large carved bed.

Layers of heavy curtains, clean and quiet.

Only the corner of the ceiling facing the door was brightly conspicuous as if on purpose, and a surveillance probe was placed abruptly.

Zhong Ying frowned, and before he made a sound, Jingzi said, "Behind the bed curtain is a blind spot. There are such surveillance cameras in Zaining's house. You should have seen it."

He did.

Along the way, at least forty or fifty surveillance probes in the promenade courtyard fully revealed the weird dark clouds behind a classical house.

Zhong Ying sneered and said, "Is Ning Mingzhi pretending to be such an outrageous surveillance because he is afraid that he will go to an invisible corner and die silently?"

"you can say it this way."

Ms. Jingzi did not argue, "The mansion is spacious and remote, and there are many disciples under Zaining's sect. In addition, my father is getting older, so there are more and more surveillance and stricter management."

Zhong Yingdao doesn't mind being monitored all the time.

After he decided to stay, he was mentally prepared for these peeping methods.

"Then..." He pointed to the surveillance camera in the room, "Is this the video that Master asked me to take back?"

Jingzi raised her eyes and said sadly: "Not only it, but also many other things recorded in the literature."

"Every time he comes, his father keeps the images of playing the piano, feeding the fish, and meditating in this house."

She hadn't looked it up carefully, but she remembered it clearly.

"My father used to say that was the child that most resembled him when he was young," she said.

Ms. Jingzi didn't need to explain in detail, Zhong Ying understood immediately.

Ning Mingzhi, who is getting old, has been looking for the one who is most like himself among his descendants...

Or the person most like Shen Ling.

From Ning Mingzhi's "Zai Ning Wenzhi", to this Soviet-style courtyard garden, and then to this carved bed and square table with eight immortals.

And the Yilang Pavilion where my grandfather used to live——

"Lanzhi Yiyi, show off its fragrance. If you don't pick it, you can admire it..."

Zhong Ying recited "Yi Lan Cao", paused and laughed, "He is not worthy."

Ms. Jingzi didn't stay long, let Zhong Ying take a good rest, and left the remote and secluded gentleman's courtyard.

However, Yuan Shan, the disciple named by Ning Mingzhi, accompanied Zhong Ying conscientiously, and asked the guest who came from afar if he wanted to eat.

Toyama should be Japanese.

He was wearing a light gray kimono, and he had the same temperament as the group of guys who came to Fan Lin before.

But he speaks Chinese very well.

Zhong Ying was indeed tired and hungry, followed him out of the remote residence, and asked curiously: "As disciples of Zaining's family, do you all speak Chinese? Or do you become Ning Mingzhi's disciples because you know Chinese?"

Yuan Shan smiled gently, and patiently explained: "The Zaining school is divided into inner school and outer school. Outer school students don't need to learn Chinese. As a hobby, they can learn whatever they like to learn, and inherit and carry forward traditional culture."

"And our inner disciples have joined the Zaining School since they were young. Following the arrangement of the master, in addition to learning Chinese, they will also learn poetry, rites, music, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting."

When Zhong Ying heard this, he just felt that Ning Mingzhi would really pretend to be a tiger, and actually used Chinese traditional culture to establish a sect in Japan.

"What about your name?" Zhong Ying asked again, "Yuan Shan, shouldn't it be your real name?"

"Mr. Zhong, Yuanshan is my word."

Yuan Shan smiled politely, and his voice was full of pride, "'Quietness Zhiyuan', I am from the Yuan family, and I am a fourth-generation disciple taught by Master."

Tranquil...

Zhong Ying sneered, "A good word and a good name are also good words."

He praised frankly, Yuan Shan was very happy, and his smile was much brighter.

Zhong Ying restrained his smile, he only felt that Zaining's house was an eyesore and annoying everywhere, no wonder Master didn't want to set foot in Japan.

What is quiet and far-reaching, what is carrying Ning Wenzhi.

Every word and every word wants to integrate Shen Ling into his life, but he is a shameless person.

Zhong Ying looked calm, Yuan Shan has been enthusiastically telling about the beautiful scenery of Nagoya, trying to make this guest happy.

But Zhong Ying didn't respond at all, and had to go back to his room after dinner.

"Then, I'll bother Mr. Zhong again tomorrow morning."

Yuan Shan is like a well-trained robot, not minding Zhong Ying's indifference at all.

Zhong Ying watched him go away and closed the door.

However, the lights in Yilang Pavilion were bright, and a lyre appeared on the previously empty carved wooden table.

It was exactly the one that Zhong Ying had seen in Ning Mingzhi's Japanese room, it was dark and reflective.

He stood there silently, staring down at the guqin.

This should be a hundred-year-old paulownia wood, with a layer of raw lacquer on it, and the strings are clear and clear, so it must be a good piano.

The pianist regards the qin as a treasure.

If it were any other place, Zhong Ying would definitely start playing with the strings of the qin, trying out the timbre and intonation of the qin, so as to relieve his restless and depressed mood.

But he looked at the piano quietly, as if his eyes could replace his hands, rang the strings and played the music.

After a while, Zhong Ying finally finished reading.

He sat straight on the bed, put down the heavy curtain, and fell asleep.

This is not the kind of place grandpa would like to live.

This is a Yilan cage under surveillance.

The young people in Yilange seemed to have gone to sleep.

But Ning Mingzhi didn't sleep, he couldn't sleep.

His eyes were so blurred that he couldn't see many things clearly, he was still staring at the bright and dazzling screen in front of him, and asked anxiously, "Did he play the piano?"

Apprentice Zhixin replied in a low voice: "No. Mr. Zhong may be tired from the journey, so he went to rest."

Just now there was surveillance of Zhong Ying's meditation video, leaving only the lonely lyre and a large carved bed tightly covered by thick curtains.

With a pale face, Ning Mingzhi stared at the Yilang Pavilion, which was furnished as before.

If Ning Xuewen lived here, there must have been an unpleasant piano sound, making him unable to be quiet!

However, Ning Xuewen's grandson and Fan Chengyun's apprentice, seeing Haoqin standing still, fell asleep like this!

"Tomorrow, tomorrow you call Yuan Shan, and send this year's newly cut gown to Zhong Ying."

Ning Mingzhi narrowed his eyes slightly, and said: "Those blue ones, he will definitely fit them well."

Zhi Xin was stunned, the blue long gown, the master has always kept it, and never showed it to others.

At this time, you want to give Zhong Ying all of them?

Confused in his heart, he still nodded and said, "Yes, Master."

Early the next morning, Zhong Ying was awakened by a knock on the door.

He can be regarded as a good young man with a normal schedule, but he didn't expect that the people in Zaining's house were more industrious.

"Mr. Zhong, are you awake?" Yuan Shan's voice was clear.

Zhong Ying wanted to say no, but turned over silently, "Get up."

He was sitting on the bed putting on his socks when he heard the door open, the sound of clogs hitting the ground, and the echo of heavy objects being placed on the table.

Zhong Ying lifted the curtain and got out of bed, and saw the folded clothes on the wide wooden table.

"what is this?"

"Long shirt."

Yuan Shan smiled and replied, "Master said, you may not be used to wearing kimonos, and you didn't bring a change of clothes, so you asked us to send you a long gown."

He picked up an unfolded, moon-white light blue shirt, with exquisite buttons, comfortable fabric, and dark thread embroidery, which was really beautiful.

"They are all newly cut gowns this year, silk or cotton, which one do you like? If the size is wrong, we will ask the tailor to modify it."

Zhong Ying stared closely at those ancient and elegant gowns, his expression unpredictable.

Yuebai, Dailan, and Qingqing are all Shen Ling's favorites.

Ning Mingzhi is blind-eyed and dark-hearted, and has never disappointed Zhong Ying when it comes to responding to others.

"I don't even like it." Zhong Ying turned to look at Yuanshan, "Are you free?"

"You say."

"Buy me some sweatshirts and sports T-shirts, as long as they are black and white, the simpler the style, the better."

Zhong Ying didn't even look at those expensive and tailor-made long gowns. He raised his eyes and looked at the monitor in the corner of the roof, and said loudly:

"Your clothes are not cut for me, I don't wear them."

Ning Mingzhi heard it clearly.

When he saw the young man finished speaking, he pushed open the door and went out without any turning back.

With a stubborn temper and extreme behavior, he is not at all like the docile and silent Ning Xuewen.

Ning Mingzhi took a deep breath, finally thinking about his nephew who died young.

At least, if Ning Mingzhi gave him a kimono, he would put it on obediently, and if Ning Mingzhi gave him a long gown, he would put it on neatly.

Even at a young age, he is also good-looking.It's a pity that one pair of hands can't play the sound of Shen Ling, and even the best clothes are just an empty shell.

From Yilange's monitoring, only Yuanshan's well-behaved helper Zhong Ying put away his gown.

The young nephew's grandson walked to the courtyard, looked down at the fish, and said nothing.

After a while, he raised his voice and shouted: "Yuan Shan, I want to ask you something."

Ning Mingzhi became curious and stared at the monitor closely to see what Zhong Ying wanted to ask.

Yuan Shan walked over eagerly and said, "Mr. Zhong, please tell me."

But the young man deliberately lowered his voice, and the words he spoke were extremely soft, almost whispering, so they couldn't be captured by surveillance. .

Ning Mingzhi squinted his eyes and stretched his neck, but couldn't hear what he said.

Only Yuan Shan replied in surprise: "It is possible, but...but..."

Yuan Shan hesitated, and Zhong Ying's voice finally became louder, "Staying here is so boring, if Ning Mingzhi doesn't even agree with such a trivial matter, then forget it. He also said before that he wants me to inherit the piano building , In the end, they all lied to me."

When Zhong Ying talked about building the piano, Ning Mingzhi's spirit shook from insomnia all night.

"What did he say? Did he say Zhuqin?"

Seeing that his master Siqin became ill, Zhixin said truthfully: "He really said about building a piano..."

But it sounds like it has nothing to do with Zhuqin!

Before he could express his worries and conjectures, Yuan Shan answered awkwardly on the monitoring side: "I'll ask Master for you."

On the monitoring side, Ning Mingzhi immediately urged anxiously, "Zhixin, find someone to take out the piano, Zhong Ying is going to play the piano, he really wants to play the piano!"

Zhixin learned about Ning Mingzhi's madness yesterday.

When Ning Xuewen's grandson and Fan Chengyun's apprentice came, Ning Mingzhi's calm master demeanor was swept away, leaving only paranoia and madness.

Zhixin didn't think that what Zhong Ying said would be related to Zhuqin.

He still ordered people to fetch Zhuqin, so as not to be punished by the master.

Before Qin arrived at the Japanese room, the distant mountain that came through the gentleman's courtyard had already arrived as promised.

"Master."

Yuan Shan respectfully knelt down in front of Ning Mingzhi, pleading guilty: "Mr. Zhong doesn't like long gowns, so he ordered me to buy some sportswear for him."

"You buy it for him!"

Ning Mingzhi didn't want to hear this, he wanted to hear what he didn't hear, "What else? Does he want to play the Zhuqin? Does he want to see me?"

"No."

Yuan Shan looked surprised, looked up at Master, and gave an answer that disappointed Ning Mingzhi——

"Mr. Zhong said...he wants to learn the tea ceremony."