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Yuan Shan and Zhi Xin were shocked when they heard the words.

They all knew that Li Jinqiu provocatively announced long ago that he would compose a song "Hypocrite", but none of them reported it to Ning Mingzhi.

Because of the report, the master is meaningless except to be angry.

At this time, Li Jinqiu brought up the old matter again, and the two disciples kept silent tacitly, and glanced at Ning Mingzhi cautiously.

Sure enough, seeing their master, his face was solemn, and his eyes became fierce uncontrollably.

The gray and white-skinned old man looked at people fiercely, really like a horrible wax figure, staring straight at him with a chilly look.

Unfortunately, he met Li Jinqiu.

"What? Can't understand?"

Li Jinqiu played casually, with a relaxed and cheerful melody, accompanied by the composer's thoughtful commentary.

"This is gentlemen with noble temperament, and they have a very happy gathering."

A line of dark and deep Adagio in E-flat minor, jumping on the black keys.

"It's the insidious hypocrites trying to join their conversation."

Li Jinqiu likes this piece very much, every note is like the sound of footsteps, conversations, and reprimands.

"It's a pity that the gentlemen welcome him to join with good intentions. Not only have the hypocrites not reformed themselves, they have also secretly engaged in some shady activities, thinking that they are ignorant. Who knows—"

His fingers were ruthless and powerful, and he struck out a trembling melody. The sound was like a gun, a knife, a sword, or a halberd, which made Ning Mingzhi's heart beat violently.

"There is a spirit in the sky, you can see clearly!"

Li Jinqiu didn't say who could see clearly, but cold sweat broke out on Ning Mingzhi's pale and haggard face.

He was only afraid of one thing in his life, only one person.

All expectations and visions are pinned on the song "Yi Lan Cao", the music is in the piano and the love is in.

Shen Ling's last wish was to see Yi Lanqin, so she wanted to see him!

"...a good song."

Ning Mingzhi was flustered inside, but calm on the surface.

He is also a person who has experienced strong winds and waves, and will not be easily shaken until death.

Even with his chest and heart beating wildly, eager to burst out of his body, he can ignore the solemn memories of "Hypocrite" and long for the real music.

Ning Mingzhi stopped looking at the arrogant Li Jinqiu, and stared at Zhong Ying tenderly and kindly.

"Xiao Ying, you said that you would play for me the music that Jing Du missed so much before he died."

Even a piano will do!

Zhong Ying smiled.

The Ning Mingzhi in front of him was just as he had guessed, he had done all kinds of bad things, and he had no intention of doing it.

If this person is half good and half guilty, he should feel terrified in "Hypocrite", where the gloomyness and splendor coexist.

However, he was very calm.

Just like when he betrayed Yiyin Yasha, took refuge with the Japanese invaders, and frequently appeared in pro-daily magazines under the title of "Yiyin Yasha musician", he believed that he was not wrong and made the right choice.

Zhong Ying pity him, sympathize with him, and hate him.

It is also my duty to convey to him—

"I did say it. But do you still remember, I also said that the name of Zhang Thirteen Xianzhu is no longer Yi Lan."

Zhong Ying's words made Ning Mingzhi really feel a little scared.

The things he forced himself to forget came like a tsunami storm.

"Impossible." Ning Mingzhi's voice was gloomy, and he was far more resistant than hearing reprimands from hypocrites or traitors.

He frowned, paused every word, and told the ignorant junior in front of him.

"I have a very deep friendship with Jing Du. When he gave me the Qin, he said personally that this Qin will perform "Yi Lan Cao" on stage, and it is called the Yi Lan Qin!"

Most of the musical instruments in Yiyin Yashe have no names.

The ten-string elegant rhyme has characters in its belly, so it is naturally named elegant rhyme.

But these thirteen strings are originally nameless.Shen Ling named it, no matter how much she hated Ning Mingzhi, she couldn't modify it casually.

"As you said, if this piano plays "Yi Lan Cao" on stage, then it should be called Yi Lan."

Zhong Ying grasped the key point of Ning Mingzhi's constant fear, with a gentle voice, and truthfully said what his grandfather had never said.

"However, before Mr. Shen died, he had already changed the repertoire that Shisan Xianzhu performed on stage."

"Grandpa told you that Mr. Shen wanted to see Zhuqin, but he didn't tell you that when Mr. Shen sees Zhuqin, it won't be the "Yi Lan Cao" that you have been thinking about."

"Yi Lan Cao", which carries all of Ning Mingzhi's expectations and delusions, is his belief engraved into his soul.

He believes that Shen Ling still has expectations for him, and he believes that in Shen Ling's last wish, there will be "Yi Lan Cao" on the stage.

As long as Shen Ling thinks about "Yi Lan Cao" and Thirteen Xianzhu, he will never forget his words and deeds.

Ning Mingzhi guarded Zhuqin persistently. In the dead of night, when people were in deep sorrow, he would always pick up the bamboo ruler and strike that ancient song.

He stared at Zhong Ying blankly, not believing a word.

Suddenly, Ning Mingzhi laughed out loud, and his eyes suddenly glowed with brilliance.

"Although I am old, I know Jing Du better than anyone else. He will not change the music easily. If there is no music more suitable for building qin than "Yi Lan Cao", it is impossible for him to change the repertoire of the performance."

Han Yuefu poems are not so easy to play.

The song "War City South" has cost Shen Ling many years of hard work. It is absolutely impossible for him to give up a perfect score for a moment.

Zhong Ying knew he would do this.

His words were weak, and anything he said would only lead to Ning Mingzhi's sophistry without guilt or remorse.

This person has lived too long in what he thought was the right world.

It's been so long that he has forgotten the purpose of Yiyin Yashe's performance on stage, or in other words, he has never understood why Yiyin Yashe is on stage.

Zhong Ying's heart echoed the bitter accusation of "War City South", the triumphant return of "Mulan Song", the ambition of "Walking Tiger" remained unchanged, and "Long Song Xing" lived in the present.

Every sentence is anger and hatred towards the invaders, and every word is solidarity with the soldiers and generals who have come forward.

However, Ning Mingzhi didn't understand "Yi Lancao", he didn't understand it 80 years ago, and he still doesn't understand it 80 years later.

There is only Lan Zhiyi in his piano sound, but not for the country and the people.

Zhong Ying smiled and stood up, giving up the main position of the piano.

He said: "You think that Mr. Shen chose Yilan because he wanted to go on stage to sing about the character of the performer, and to show off that the lost Zhuqin has regained its light... But have you forgotten a very important thing?"

Ning Mingzhi opened his eyes wide, full of confusion.

Zhong Ying continued pityingly: "At that time, what was the purpose of the Yiyin Yashe on stage?"

for what……

In Ning Mingzhi's memory, he wished he could forget Yiyin Yashe, wished he could only remember Shen Ling.

When asked by Zhong Ying, it was difficult for him to get out of the established thinking, and he only remembered what Shen Ling told him repeatedly: "I established the Yiyin Yashe to inherit "Han Yuefu" and replay Tang Dynasty musical instruments. "

He remembered Shen Ling's expression and tone when he said this, so he must not remember it wrong.

But Zhong Ying swears that he is wrong, so that Ning Mingzhi is a little angry.

"If it's not for the sake of singing character and inheriting ancient music, how can musicians come on stage?"

He was very sure, "Jing Du personally told me that we must use the best Han Yuefu to create the best performance."

Zhong Ying no longer refuted.

He just looked at Li Jinqiu helplessly, "Look, I'll just say it."

Li Jinqiu glanced at Ning Mingzhi bitterly, "I can lose to you? This guy is even more trash than I thought."

It was as if they had made a bet that Ning Mingzhi would not remember the original intention of Yiyin Yashe to take the stage.

Ning Mingzhi looked unhappy, he clearly remembered why he was being questioned!

He wished he could go back immediately and find out the letter Shen Ling wrote to him.

It must have been mentioned in it, and it must have been discussed with him repeatedly, the timing and track of the premiere!

Zhong Ying could see that Ning Mingzhi was not convinced.

80 years ago, the short time when a boy turned into a young man changed the fate of countless people, and created the obsession of countless people today.

"Play the piano, Brother Qiu."

Zhong Ying stood aside quietly, looking at Ning Mingzhi, "I will keep my promise, please Brother Qiu play for you the piece that Mr. Shen replaced "Yi Lancao" at the end. I hope that after listening to it, you can think of Mr. Shen and you The most important thing ever said."

After he finished speaking, Ning Mingzhi frowned.

The old man is about to reach his end of life, and he still has the stubborn impulse of his youth.

So much so that he stubbornly and arrogantly emphasized that he and Shen Ling are bosom friends, but he forgot the most important thing that bosom friends should remember.

In the silence in the hall of Junziyuan, gentle and soothing music sounded.

This is a piano piece that is only suitable for one person to play. Zhong Ying stood aside and listened carefully, familiar with every piece of melody at Li Jinqiu's fingertips.

More than 80 years ago, Shen Ling tossed and turned for this melody, and finally chose to give up.

More than 70 years ago, Shen Ling rediscovered this melody, endured the pain and sorrow, devoted herself to it, and died in depression.

Zhong Ying will play the piano with Li Jinqiu and scold the hypocrite, but he will not play Shen Ling's music for the hypocrite, fulfilling the wishful thinking of the hypocrite.

So, Li Jinqiu played for him.

The piano melody is gentle and steady, full of mature performance skills under the pure western music system, without the slightest trace of Shen Ting and Fan Chengyun.

The melody of this piece is simple, perhaps because it is adapted from the piano strings to a piano piece, and the notes are more quiet and serene than "Hypocrite".

Ning Mingzhi sat there, not remembering that he had heard such music before.

It is very soft, like the moon hides its glow at night, revealing the sky full of stars.

The stars are so bright and dazzling, accompanied by the rhythm of the piano, awakening Zhong Shimingyu, singing and dancing.

The rivers and streams are rushing, the ears of wheat fields are golden and bright, every soil has good seeds, every canal has fat fish, every pedestrian has clothes to wear, and every baby can have a full stomach.

There is sufficient grain, oil, water and rice on the table, and the roof tiles of the residence are solid and protected from wind and rain.

Do not close the door at night, do not pick up lost things on the road, and the world will be in balance.

The song was not sad, let alone sensational. Ning Mingzhi listened to it, but felt the emptiness and loneliness welling up in his heart.

He remembered, the name of this song.

That was Shen Ling looking at the unfinished score and the vision he slowly narrated.

He said that he hoped that the flames of war would subside as soon as possible and the peace of the past could be regained.

He said that he would like to do his best to help the hungry and cold soldiers on the front line.

He said that the country is broken and the mountains and rivers are there, but people can't sit and wait for death, willing to be slaves and handmaids.

He says……

Ning Mingzhi's tears suddenly got out of control in a gentle and soothing piano piece.

He remembered.

He remembered the most important things.

Shen Ling said: "We Yiyin Yashe got together to inherit "Han Yuefu", but in the final analysis, what we study is Chinese music, and we play Chinese musical instruments."

"If China doesn't exist, what's the use of this music?"

"If we stay in one corner and don't do something we can do, if we survive and study the score, who will we play it for?"

Ning Mingzhi seemed to have been drained of all his strength, and after repeated sophistry, he returned to the original point.

The Yiyin Yashe was indeed established for the Han Yuefu, and it was indeed a gathering to sing on stage and revive ancient songs.

But that first performance and that performance were all for the tragic war on the front line, raising anti-war supplies.

Ning Mingzhi could see clearly at that time.

The Japanese army was well fed and warmly clothed, with elite soldiers and strong generals, and it took the whole of China without any effort.

For a poor and weak China, no matter how much it resists, it will be nothing more than an overwhelmed power.

He has read history books and studied biographies.

Throughout the ages, strong countries have annexed weak countries to unify cultures and reshape national boundaries.

For him, what matters is the country's ruin, the most important thing is that the family is not dead and the people are not scattered!

However, Shen Ling didn't think so, Chu Shuming didn't think so, Feng Yuanqing didn't think so.

Even Zheng Wanqing, a woman, and Chu Zhiya, who was only ten years old, didn't think so.

He is the only one who is like a different kind, thinking about how to live and work after the war, about inheriting culture and preserving materials, thinking about the fact that history will roll forward when the place is gone and the ruler is gone.

It's nothing more than an "ancient China"!

Why hit a stone with an egg!

Ning Mingzhi was indignant, tears kept streaming down, slowly wiped away under the care of his disciples.

The piano piece came to an end that faded away.

With the last long note of Li Jinqiu's last long note, the shadow of those sacrifices and prayers in the peaceful and prosperous age gradually faded away.

""Scenery Star"."

Ning Mingzhi said the name of the piece, his voice was full of tiredness and irony.

"How could Jingdu use such a song to replace our friendship!"

"He said that if I can play the piano and build buildings, I am a million times better than Zhong Ziqi, a woodcutter who can only chop wood! We don't need to envy high mountains and rivers, we are Yilanfang trees ourselves. "

Ning Mingzhi's voice was high-pitched, "Even if he hates me, he can't choose this song!"

His frenzied sophistry is far better than his tone of rebuttal to Zhong Ying every time before.

Seeing his calm gaze, Zhong Ying said aloud:

"Because Mr. Shen doesn't hate you, he has no time to hate you. At that time, the war was raging, his friends were gone, he was sick all over, and he continued to study the score of "Han Yuefu" alone. Sanxianzhu, without Mulan Pipa, without Erhu chimes, he has been moving forward."

But when he was dying, he still had no hatred, only regret.

It's a pity that the mountains and rivers are broken and the wind blows catkins, and it's a pity that I have searched for several years without a bosom friend.

Zhong Ying's smile was light and his eyebrows stretched.

He said: "Mr. Shen's diary before his death is only thinking about the ten-stringed qin, the lost musical instruments and music scores of Yiyin Yashe. As for you, he only thinks that you are not of the same kind, so there is no need to mention it."

"So, this piece of music for building the qin has long been changed to "Jing Xing", and it has also been renamed Jing Xing."

"You lied to me!"

Ning Mingzhi's eyes widened, "He must hate me!"

Even if he defended over and over again, Shen Ling would not hate him or blame him.

At the end of the road, he would rather Shen Ling die with hatred for him, and he would rather Shen Ling's dying music to accuse him of crimes.

In this way, Shen Ling will remember him from life to life, just like he remembers Shen Ling.

Zhong Ying laughed out loud.

"Ning Mingzhi, if you return my mobile phone, you will be able to see the photos in Mr. Shen's diary immediately."

His mobile phone is full of research materials and score diaries, "You can see his handwriting with your own eyes, and you can also see him writing—"

"'Zhuqin is entrusted to an inhuman person, it is deplorable. If I have the opportunity, I would never expect Yilan to burn, but only hope that the stars will reappear, and the world will be peaceful'!"

Ning Mingzhi's face was pale, his breathing was weak, and he grasped the armrest of the wheelchair tightly, as if he wanted to fight Zhong Ying desperately.

Unfortunately, Zhong Ying is not afraid of this damn old man at all.

He said, "Mr. Shen doesn't have you anymore in his heart."

There is no bosom friend he has called intimately.