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The tone of Grandpa's letter was serious, perhaps because the words were too concise and concise. Zhong Ying looked at it and straightened his body, as if he was accepting the teachings of his elders face to face.

The grandfather in memory has long since become blurred.

Occasionally, Zhong Ying could recall, the first time he saw the master, the episode where his grandfather told him about the "Han Yuefu" of the Yiyin Yashe, and more things, he really couldn't recall them.

However, he can be sure that the grandfather in the letter is completely different from the "gentle and kind" Master told him.

In the letter, grandpa was dignified and solemn, issuing orders, asking Zhong Ying to do many things——

"Harrison Bellou in Italy has hidden ten strings of elegant rhyme. I have dealt with him for many years. You must be careful about what I say."

"He Yuansheng from the United States is stubborn. He only listens to the advice of Bai Huisheng from Qingling Lake College. If you go, you must go with Bai Huisheng."

"The Zaining Wenzhi in Japan is Ning Mingzhi. He has a violent and weird temper, but after all, he is the ancestor of our Ning family. When you meet him, remember to respect him and don't mention others except Shen Ling. Only then can he believe him."

Everyone related to musical instruments is written on letter paper.

Lin Wanggui's tone was like explaining the work, detailing everything.

Zhong Ying watched with emotion.

He could feel the heavy trust and entrustment in this stack of letters. Maybe Grandpa knew that his time was short, so he could clearly say everything he wanted to say to him.

He watched for a long time, from Bello in Italy to Ning Mingzhi in Japan.

I finally understood Master's sigh.

Grandpa's persistence during his lifetime, he devoted himself to the musical instruments of Yiyin Yashe, even though he was only eight years old at the time, in his eyes, he was an heir who must take over his important responsibilities.

A thick letter looks like a lot, but reads less.

When Zhong Ying read the last few letters, what he saw were grandpa's sighs.

He was sad that Pipa and Chu Shuming and his wife had disappeared, and he was also sad that Xisheng chime bells have not been found so far.

Musical instruments lost all over the world, like those lost cultural relics, are innumerable and cannot be found.

And he, as a weak pursuer, as many practitioners who travel overseas and look forward to the return of musical instruments, can do too little, too little.

"Xiaoying." He shouted, "Zhong is a good surname. It not only represents the beginning of our eternal melody, but also represents the wish that can finally be fulfilled."

"The year Zeng Hou Yi's chime bells were unearthed, I was eager to observe them. Finally, with the help of my friends, I learned a little bit of chime bell knowledge and started to imitate the sound of Yiyin Yashe."

Grandpa's words and sentences are all about his torment of imitating Xisheng chime bells.

Unloading the heavy task, the grandfather who carefully told about the birth of a set of chime bells gradually acquired the gentleness and kindness in Zhong Ying's memory and the talent for making musical instruments.

That's what the master told him.

It is said that grandpa can imitate chime bells out of thin air, and he can also copy Zhuqin out of thin air.

Today, Zhong Ying finally has some insight into those "out of thin air".

Everything about Xisheng is Zeng Houyi who was entrusted by his grandfather to learn, and everything about building the piano is because his grandfather went to Zai Ning's house every year.

The master's understatement turned into a heavy retrospective on the letter paper, which made Zhong Ying feel that his shoulders were heavy responsibilities.

He didn't know what kind of person he would become if he received such a letter when he was a child.

But he was fortunate that even though he didn't know it, he still became the person his grandfather expected.

He saw his grandfather happily describing the shape of the chime bell and the tone of the chime bell.

I also saw that my grandfather invited Bai Huisheng, the disciple and grandson of Mr. Feng Yuanqing, to sing the ancient "Running of the Tiger" himself.

However, in that audition, although Bai Huisheng praised him highly, Grandpa sat in the piano hall, staring at the bronze-colored bell body of the imitation chime bell.

he wrote—

"At that time, I realized more clearly that no matter how exquisite the imitations and replicas are, they are just a bunch of fakes! They can't place the expectations of the deceased people of the Yin Ya Society on them, let alone respond to the voice of their souls."

It was also then that he decided that someone else would inherit everything.

After his death, he completed the unfinished business.

At first, Grandpa's expectations fell on his own daughter.

The little girl named "Lin Nianqin" is smart and talented.Grandpa spared no effort and hired a famous teacher to teach her. She mastered everything well, and the sound of the piano is clear, and she will become a master.

Unfortunately, when Lin Nianqin was ten years old, he was involved in a car accident. When his grandfather found out, his daughter had already closed her eyes, and she could no longer call him "Daddy".

Grandpa's perfect family, his wife and children died, and he was alone again, living in a dark and narrow tile-roofed house.

Then he met Fan Chengyun, accepted Ning Xuexu, and lived in Fanlin.

In the end, Grandpa quietly adopted Zhong Ying.

He is the child of a distant relative of the Ning family.

After a disaster, only Zhong Ying, a child in the kindergarten, was left in the Zhong family.

Grandpa didn't say his original name in the letter.

However, Grandpa said: "When I saw your surname is 'Zhong', I knew it was my destiny."

"Xiao Ying, I named you 'Zhong Ying'. It is the five-tone twelve-tempered bell that finally answered the voice of the old people and finally played."

"The world is chaotic, don't lose and don't forget, if I leave, they will only have you."

Zhong Ying recalled his grandfather's tone, and finally burst into tears.

He knew who "they" were, and he knew that "they" were already dead.

However, in this chaotic and complicated world, some people are always thinking about whether their souls are safe or not, and whether their musical instruments can return home.

Zhong Ying understands all of Grandpa's stubbornness.

Not only did he regard Ning Mingzhi's fault as the Ning family's sin, but he wanted to make up for it.

He even treated the old people of Yiyin Yashe as close relatives and close friends, and wanted to live for them to fulfill their last wishes that could not be fulfilled.

It is impossible for Zhong Ying to blame his grandfather for entrusting such a heavy responsibility to him who was only eight years old.

Because he remembered his original intention of composing "Hua Ge", for the endless souls of the dead on this land and under this sky.

It was the indomitable spirit he had read in the Han Yuefu poems since he was a child, and it was also the legacy of Yashe that his grandfather told little by little.

In the vast and vast land of China, countless famous and unknown heroes have been born.

They guard the mountains and rivers with swords and forge the Great Wall with blood.

Even if your knees are bent and you fall down, your spine will stand upright until your death.

Composed music at the age of eight and appeared on stage at the age of nine. What Zhong Ying played was "Never Surrender" as recounted by his grandfather.

Ten years later, the bell should be played again, still with the same perseverance, but with a deeper singing.

Zhong Ying put away a thick stack of letters and wiped away his tears.

What he can do for his grandfather is to recreate the music score of Yiyin Yashe in the world, and comfort the old people who have passed away for many years.

A concert of "Millennium Yuefu" composed by Yiyin Yashe, which did not sell tickets publicly, still sparked a wave of discussion on the Internet.

Because this concert will be held at Qingling Lake College, it will be performed by many masters of folk music and western music, and countless famous musicians will be invited to listen.

Young students are full of curiosity and often wander outside the closed auditorium.

Those quietly recorded videos and photos secretly circulated on the Internet, arousing more people's curiosity and shock.

They have never listened to such a shocking music after listening to inferior mobile phone radio.

They have never seen a ten-string Guqin or a thirteen-string Zhuqin, let alone a set of thick-colored chime bells placed on the stage.

Thus, a concert that has not yet been held, caused an uproar because of their unique instrument.

Qingling Lake Museum's latest special project on the Yiyin Yashe has become the source of many people's sighs for this concert.

A music club that collects Tang Dynasty musical instruments and studies Han Yuefu.

Four musicians who refused to surrender in the face of the invaders and were betrayed when they raised donations for charity performances.

A legendary experience, five lost ancient musical instruments that finally returned to China after going through hardships, enough for kind strangers on the Internet to have red eyes and tears.

Countless people only know about the return of cultural relics, but they don't know the bitterness behind the loss of cultural relics and the difficulty of finding them.

Now, they know.

Knowing that behind the dust of history, there is a group of musicians with noble character, a group of determined and persistent seekers, and shameless and despicable invaders and traitors.

I also know that this concert will start with "Elegy".

There are countless people who comment, but there are also countless people who explain this funeral song.

A song "Song of Elegy" commemorates the defenders who died in the Anti-Japanese War, the deceased of the Yiyin Yashe, and the souls that have lingered on this land from ancient times to the present.

The outside world is disturbing, praising and questioning, but it will not affect the pace of the musicians on stage.

When the lights in the auditorium of Qingling Lake College were dimmed, Fan Chengyun sat in the auditorium, looking at his disciples who had grown up from afar.

Young people's impulsiveness is immature, hidden under a gentle and handsome appearance.

Unlike him, when he was so old, he was probably full of hatred and resentment, and he couldn't play the piano well.

As Fan Chengyun thought about it, his eyes fell on the empty seat next to him.

A colorful portrait was placed there. Lin Wanggui stared at the stage with a gentle smile on his face and eyes.

Seeing him like this, Fan Chengyun couldn't help but think of the first sentence he said to Lin Wanggui——

"You surnamed Ning don't have any good things!"

He was narrow-minded and blamed Ning Mingzhi's fault on Lin Wanggui.

However, Lin Wanggui didn't recognize him, he just smiled.

This person is like the temper Fan Chengyun remembers, always repaying evil with kindness, and treating bleak fate with a smile.

It's like never being sad, never bending your spine.

The only day that scared Fan Chengyun was Lin Wanggui crying bitterly.

He had never seen this man crying so weakly and sadly, with tears flowing randomly, he wailed in a low voice: "Nianqin is gone."

"Who is Nianqin?" Fan Chengyun knew that his wife divorced him, and thought he was sad because of his wife leaving home.

Unexpectedly, Lin Wanggui replied with a heartbroken voice: "My daughter, Lin Nianqin."

At that time, Lin Wanggui, who was overly sad, seemed to have lost the calm restraint of his usual mask.

Even though Fan Chengyun by his side hated him all the time.

Lin Wanggui didn't care who the people around him were, and said in a daze, "Nianqin is a very talented child, she is my hope."

Fan Chengyun should have laughed out loud, thinking that this was the retribution of the Ning family.

However, seeing Lin Wanggui in such pain, he comforted him flatly, "You will still have children, so let's be sad."

"No, you don't understand."

Lin Wanggui's voice was low and hoarse, and he grabbed Fan Chengyun's arm, as if accusing the injustice of heaven, "She should have been able to get back Zhuqin for Mr. Shen."

From that day on, Fan Chengyun got to know a persistent lunatic.

He raised his daughter Lin Nianqin since he was a child, and she was born to find Zhuqin.

Because, he thought that as long as he played the piano for Ning Mingzhi, he could get back Zhuqin, just for, just for returning the piano to Mr. Shen!

Fan Chengyun was stunned by such a fact.

He is the descendant of Shen Ling. Before his great-grandmother passed away, he often talked about the ten-stringed qin of the Shen family, the Zhuqin of the Shen family, and the musical instruments of the old people of Yiyin Yashe, which he didn't care about.

However, a descendant of the Ning family secretly hid such a terrible wish, and even gave up the surname "Ning" that could be blessed by Zaining Wenzhi.

Just to get those instruments back.

Lin Wanggui's paranoia, Lin Wanggui's insanity, and his gentleness and calmness all hibernate in that sick and weak body.

Fan Chengyun knew what Lin Wanggui would do, so he didn't want any child to become what Lin Wanggui planned.

To please a traitor, to please a thief, just for those musical instruments.

So, he prevented Lin Wanggui from training Ning Xuexu, and he prevented Lin Wanggui from accepting other apprentices.

After a few years, Lin Wanggui seems to have really understood his own madness, and no longer pins his hopes on the next generation...

Fan Chengyun didn't know until his death that this person had secretly adopted Zhong Ying!

Fan Chengyun under the stage raised the corners of his mouth.

He was happy that Zhong Ying did not become what Lin Wanggui expected, and he was also happy that Zhong Ying still grew up to Lin Wanggui's expectation.

Once a small child, in the blink of an eye, he became a tall and handsome young man.

He was wearing a moon white gown, not like Lin Wanggui or Fan Chengyun, sitting gracefully and calmly in front of the ten-stringed qin, playing the clear ice strings, he looked a bit like the person in the black and white photo.

The chime bells rang softly, and a "Song of Elegy for the Coffin" opened the curtain of the prosperity of the Han and Tang Dynasties.

Guqin, pipa, erhu, and chime bells, under the concerto of cello, timpani, and violin, played the low-pitched singing of the flesh and blood of this land.

Some people sing, some people can and.

The melody reverberated in the auditorium and spread to the ears of the audience. It was the Yuefu that has remained unchanged for thousands of years, and the music that carried the same love and hatred.

Their vibrating strings are the ghosts of the Han Dynasty, the legacy of the Tang Dynasty, and the mourning of the Republic of China to this day.

Sad, yet hopeful.

Dipping the soil under your feet like blood, let the melody accompany China from decline to prosperity, from decay to brightness.

Fan Chengyun heard the crow whispering, saw Mulan joining the army, looked at the tigers and birds in the mountains, and could catch the dew dripping with his hand.

Those strings passed down from ancient times are like a big river with wide waves, and like a five-star red flag fluttering in the wind. As long as someone plucks the first note, there will be thousands of strangers who will play the follow-up sound skillfully. , to reawaken the lost glory in the long river of history.

In the end, the glow gathered into a star, hanging far away in the night sky, as bright as a star, illuminating the entire land of China.

"Did you hear that? Hope to return."

Tears welled up in Fan Chengyun's eyes, and he couldn't help asking his close friend, "This is the voice you've been looking forward to returning."

The author has something to say: This article is over, there is no extra episode, because it is very complete, and it has maintained the appearance of my original idea until the end.

The story begins with the loss of the instruments of Yiyin Yashe and ends with the reunion of the instruments of Yiyin Yashe; it begins with Shen Ling's friend and ends with Shen Ling's friend; The end of Lin Wanggui, who fulfilled his last wish and heard his last voice; from the beginning of Zhong Ying's performance to the end of Zhong Ying's performance.

It's the most satisfying story I've ever written, so thank you all so much, thank you for liking this story that I love.

It is my honor to have you hear its faint voice.