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Bellu misses Shen Ling here every day.

Now, with excellent qin masters as listeners, his nostalgia is even more vivid.

"At that time, I just arrived in China, and I was not interested in Chinese classical musical instruments at all."

Bellu's voice has the characteristic slowness of the elderly, but he speaks very clearly, "Shen Ling often plays piano music for me in Yiyin Yashe. Over time, even a guy who doesn't understand Chinese string music can understand his playing. There are friends who come from afar, and the high mountains and rivers meet bosom friends."

He spoke in great detail.

It seems that Shen Ling is really willing to play the piano for him and tell him the allusions of ancient piano music.

However, Zhong Ying restrained the hatred and anger in his heart, and silently put his hands on the strings, lest he couldn't help being rough on the lying old man in front of him.

After Mr. Shen established the Yiyin Yashe, he studied the remaining poems of the Han Yuefu behind closed doors all day long, and recomposed the Yuefu poems with the performers, so he was too busy to talk to outsiders.

Since their charity performance to raise funds, there have been countless wealthy businessmen and dignitaries who have come to visit and make friends.

He wrote countless times in his diary:

"The battle ahead is horrific, but everyone has no time to care about the War of Resistance. They only focus on looking at the famous artifacts handed down from the Yiyin Yashe, and they all call themselves bosom friends. Zhiyuan is young and energetic, and prevents some people from leaving, almost causing trouble. I Since the society wants to raise donations for the War of Resistance, it is not easy to forcefully refuse, but I only hope that the donated property will be of some use, and return early in victory, so as to restore the peace of Yinya Society in the past."

Mr. Shen's quiet personality, which does not seek to be heard, reveals his dissatisfaction with the visitor.

Even if Bellu actually went in front of him, he might not even be able to hear the sound of the piano, let alone get Mr. Shen's good face, and even play the piano to help him get better!

It's a pity that Bellew didn't realize this.

He was intoxicated in his illusory memories, wantonly describing how much Shen Ling had affection for him.

As Bellu talked, seeing Zhong Ying's serious face, without the flattery he expected, he narrowed his eyes, raised his hand, pointed at the wall tremblingly, and brought out the most powerful evidence.

"Look at those letters, they are all Shen Ling's longing greetings to me."

Zhong Ying only felt more angry, and said in a deep voice: "I can understand Chinese—"

"Oh, so touching!"

Domenic made an exaggerated voice, interrupting Zhong Ying, "No matter how many times I have heard this story, I still think you are Boya Ziqi. Mr. Shen is in heaven, and I will be very happy that you cherish the relationship between you so much." friendship!"

It's a pity that Domenic's efforts to save him did not achieve the desired effect.

Bellew, who is in a wheelchair, is not deaf.

He piled up the wrinkles on his face, looked up at the young luthier, and insisted on asking: "You can understand, then tell me, what did you see?"

Zhong Ying's throat was dry, and the anger was stuck in his throat, unable to move.

The cold strings in his palm still vibrated slightly, as if the master's exhortation and Domenic's worries restrained his impulse bit by bit.

Zhong Ying stared at the old Belu, wanting to tell him that Mr. Shen missed Yayun even when he was dying.

I want to tell him that every word in this letter is evidence of his crime!

If Zhong Yingyu came here while Mr. Shen was still alive, he would definitely pick up this piano, rush out of Bellu Manor regardless, bring it back to the country, and return it to its original owner himself.

Even if he held Bellu hostage for this and made a big mistake, he still wanted to fulfill Mr. Shen's wish during his lifetime.

but……

No if.

Mr. Shen has passed away for 74 years, while Shixian Yayun stayed in Beilu Manor alone and under strict security, she was trapped for 79 years.

Zhong Ying's every move is under the watchful eyes of the public, carrying the heavy entrustment of the master.

What they have to do is not only to bring Yayun home, but also to return to their hometown intact with the instruments that Yiyin Yashe has wandered around in some corner of the world.

He stood there, looking back at the wall, the letters of Shen Ling's dying prayers were concentrated.

Bellu is hateful, but he has no choice but to be hypocritical!

Zhong Ying forced himself to calm down, hooked his fingers on the cold and slender strings of the ten-string Yayun, and said in a low voice: "Mr. Shen said, I hope I can...play the ten-string qin for you."

What he said was not entirely true.

Bellou was obviously very happy, and clapped his hands and sighed: "You are right. He wants to play the piano for me, he wants to use money to support my career, and he also said that if I have any troubles, he is willing to help me solve them."

His words accurately intercepted what he wanted to hear in the letter, and he was proud of it.

He wrinkled his face with a smile. "Of course, he doesn't do this for me. We are also best friends. You think so?"

Zhong Ying didn't want to answer him, Beilu stared at Zhong Ying with a pair of cloudy eyes, and he had to admit it.

"Yes."

Zhong Ying knelt with her right hand and pointed at the strings, restraining her emotions with the hard touch of the cold strings rubbing against her knuckles, and finally regained her calm tone.

He looked directly at Beilu and said sincerely: "If Mr. Shen has a spirit in heaven, he will definitely watch you all the time."

Look at you, a shameless person, how you make up a false friendship to deceive yourself and others!

Beilu finally got the recognition he wanted, even if Zhong Ying's recognition was extremely short-lived.

"I think so."

He turned the wheelchair and approached Shixian Yayun.

"Look at how well the imitation of this qin is, and how beautiful the music you play with it. And the real ten-stringed qin I gave to Fan Chengyun will only be more perfect than it. Works of art like this, stay in China It will only be ruined by the flames of war, and it is today under my protection..."

While talking, he stared at the strings, as if sighing, "It's a pity, Shen Ling didn't come."

"This piano should be played in his hands, so that it has meaning."

His voice echoed in the room, and the gradually quiet air seemed to accompany them to mourn a pianist who died young.

Seeing this, Domenique comforted him and said, "Belou, don't think about others too often. I firmly agreed with Fan Chengyun when he wanted to take the piano away. Who knew you even made an imitation piano and continued to hide here quietly. sad."

"Look, you are almost 97. Wait a few years, you will be a centenarian, always sad, which is not good for your health."

He and Belu are really good friends, no matter how he helps Zhong Ying, it will not affect his friendship with Belu.

Domenic was here thinking about being a hundred years old with Bellew, and Zhong Ying gradually calmed down after being extremely angry, and he was able to listen to their chat and came up with a brilliant idea.

"Mr. Bellou, I don't know if I have a chance to play a ten strings for you."

Zhong Ying interrupted Domenic's words suddenly, with a sincere and sincere smile, even Domenic was taken aback.

However, Bellou was very interested and immediately asked, "Can you play the ten-stringed qin?"

Zhong Ying flicked the strings casually, and the elegant rhythm of the piano in his hand was moving.

"I learned the lyre and five-stringed qin since I was a child, and I have a little dabble in the ten strings. The ten strings have the seven tones of Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zheng, Yu, Biangong, and Bianzheng. Both strings can be combined into one tone, and It can use eight strings, nine strings and ten strings to supplement flat, clear, and zither to expand the range of the Guqin, and can play yin and yang clear and turbid sounds, and control the changes of 360 rhythms."

Professionals pluck the ten strings while explaining, which can be described as vivid, but it is not at all easy to understand.

Not to mention Domenique, who knows nothing about Chinese musical instruments, even Bellou, who has a lot of research on guqin, seems to understand and not understand at all when he hears Zhong Ying's series of professional vocabulary.

No matter how intimately Zhong Ying speaks Italian, plus the string-by-string display, the audience in front of him can only comprehend——

The sound of the piano is very nice, and the other party is very professional.

Wait until Zhong Ying tried his best to show his knowledge of the ten-stringed qin.

Even Bellew sighed in shock.

"Son, I'm sure you're an experienced Guqin expert, and I can't wait to hear you play for me now!"

Zhong Ying calmly faced his praise and expectations.

His smile was gentle and peaceful, "Mr. Belu, you know the piano, and you know more about Yayun. The stage suitable for Yayun is not here."

The young man spread his hands helplessly, expressing clearly that he was not satisfied with the state of the collection room.

"It should be played on the stage at your 97th birthday concert to commemorate the enduring friendship between you and Mr. Shen."

He spoke with deep affection, as if he was a performer who was moved by the friendship between Bellu and Shen Ling.

Domenic stared at him dumbfounded, then looked at Bellew with a struggling expression, and finally clapped his hands in agreement, "Okay! Why didn't I think of that!"

Belle frowned.

Domenic took the opportunity to lie and deceive his loyal friend, "I always thought there was something wrong with the "Golden Bells" prepared for your birthday."

"It turns out that the friendship of the mountains and rivers is missing, Gao Jie from the Three Plum Blossom Lane! Belu, the guqin is the most suitable solo instrument for your birthday celebration! Since Zhong Ying is so enthusiastic, why don't you let him play the ten-stringed qin for you? What about the unforgettable birthday concert?"

"Do not……"

Bellou subconsciously refused, his face was shaken, and his words were still indifferent.

"At the beginning, Fan Chengyun asked me for a ten-stringed qin repeatedly, and I was so reluctant to give it up, so I asked him to wait for a while, and finally hired a skilled luthier to make exactly the same ten-stringed qin for collection. .”

He stared at Yayun with longing eyes, and said in a serious tone: "The sound quality of this imitation is much worse than the ten-string Yayun I gave to Fan Chengyun, but it is after all a testimony of the friendship between Shen Ling and me."

"I don't want any problems with it, causing outsiders to misunderstand the quality of Shixian Yayun."

Seeing his objection, Zhong Ying didn't continue talking nonsense, and directly stretched out his hand to hook the string.

His anger made the ten strings of the elegant rhyme tremble violently, and the melody flowing out was no longer gentle and quiet, but hidden in dark waves, like a rushing stream in a mountain stream, knocking flowers out of the gravel on the river bed. A wave, glowing with sharp silvery white, rushed to the cliff and fell into the nine sky.

The sound of Zhong Ying's piano awakened Ya Yun's rhythm that had been silent for 79 years.

As long as Beilu heard the intermittent sound of the piano, he felt full of strength.

At this time, after listening to the music played by Zhong Ying, the blood in the limbs was boiling, and the legs that had been disabled for a long time trembled slightly with the rhythm. I wished I could stand up immediately and plunge into the flowing water played by Ya Yun, feeling the unrestrained freedom!

Seeing him like this, Zhong Ying stretched out his hand to cover the strings, and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

Bellou's surprised and regretful expression froze on his face. He couldn't say anything at all. He could only point to the ten-stringed qin and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Play it? Keep playing!"

He smiled deeper and said ruthlessly:

"Mr. Bellew, it is undoubtedly an insult to play the ten-string elegant rhyme in such a narrow collection room. Even if this is just an imitation, for me, it is still a very good ten-string piano. The emblem of the piano is complete, the inflections of Shangjiao Zhengyu in Shixian Palace are rich and accurate, the overtones are like the sky, the scattered tones are like the earth, and the notes are like people. It is a rare good piano. This shows that the imitators must be Excellent guqin masters."

"I love the piano as much as my life, so I don't think there is any place for it to show its full charm except the shining stage."

What he said was very provocative. In addition, Belu had already listened to half of the Guqin music, and his heart was already itchy. He looked at the assistant repeatedly with hesitation in his eyes. Responding to the request" struggles.

Zhong should have enough confidence.

Bellou likes music, and prefers elegant rhymes with ten strings. The half of "Flowing Water" just now has firmly grasped his heart. The 96-year-old man knows that time is precious and opportunities cannot be missed.

Sure enough, Bellou's expression moved after deep thinking.

"Domenique, I remember... Li Jinqiu, the composer of "The Golden Bell", was very stubborn."

His words directly expressed his wish for Zhong Ying to be on stage.

Domenic was overjoyed and said, "Don't worry, Bellou!"

Although he couldn't tell Beilu that Zhong Ying had already dealt with Li Jinqiu, he could pat his chest and promise without any pressure: "No matter how stubborn a composer is, knowing that you have to take out the precious ten strings, and invited such an outstanding Player, he will also immediately agree that the ten-stringed qin will take the place of the guzheng!"

"Your birthday is three days away, I swear, Zhong Ying can bring you the unique "Golden Bell"!"

A reliable friend and an excellent player gave Bellou complete confidence.

He immediately agreed to lend the ten-stringed instrument, let Zhong Ying join in the performance of "Golden Bells", and send him birthday wishes.

Bellou asked his assistant to get a suitable piano case, and arranged some other things.

However, Zhong Ying didn't care.

All he cares about is that he can be alone with Ten Strings for three full days after he persuaded Bellou!

It only takes eleven hours to return home from Italy.

He can try to take away Yayun quietly in these three days, even if he can't do it, he still has enough time to consider other ways.

Even if you have to play "Golden Bells" for Bellew, you will never regret it.

For the sake of Yayun, Mr. Shen has studied hard for more than [-] years and endured countless pains that ordinary people cannot bear.

For the sake of elegance, what's the point of playing the piano for the guy he hates?

Zhong Ying was in a great mood, caressing Ya Yun leisurely with a smile, waiting for Belu's assistant to bring the piano case.

The waiting time was unexpectedly long, but while he was tuning the strings, he told Domenic how the ten-string instrument and the orchestra work together, so he didn't think it was too long.

The assistant who walked out of the collection room and picked the piano case for nearly an hour finally returned to the collection room with the bodyguards.

Bellou nodded, directed the assistant, and said, "Put the piano into the piano case."

Ten Xian Yayun carefully put it into the box, and Bellou said his additional requirements.

"Although this piano is just an imitation, it is still very important to me. Therefore, this piano cannot leave the sight of my trusted bodyguards from the beginning to the end. I hope you can understand."

Bell should understand.

It was already a great victory to be able to come out of the cage with the ten strings.

Just a mere bodyguard, he can always think of a way to get rid of the stalking.

Zhong Ying was full of confidence, and felt relieved when he saw the ten-stringed instrument lying in the piano case, and walked out of the collection room and out of the study in the hands of the bodyguards trusted by Bellu.

The sun is warm outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the corridor, and the golden luster shines on the black piano box, like the golden fireworks blooming from the sun celebrating Yayun's freedom.

Seeing the light reflected from the piano case, Bellou sighed: "This is the first time it has left the collection room, and I am always worried that it will get hurt."

"Don't worry, my friend."

Seeing that Zhong Ying got his wish, Domenique happily patted the armrest of the wheelchair, "We will definitely protect your beloved guqin as we protect our own life. Besides, there are your bodyguards watching."

How many people's emotions are affected by a piano.

At least at this time, Zhong Ying, Domenic, and Bellew were equally happy.

Zhong Ying's eyes fell on the piano box, and he walked forward in silence, while Domenic and Bellou were chatting happily about the "Golden Bells" concerto.

They passed by the spacious living room. On the sofa where Zhong Ying and Domenic had stayed before, sat a familiar young man.

He leaned crookedly on the sofa, holding the phone in his hand, frowning.

It seems that I was scrolling through the news to pass the time, but I found that the sand sculpture netizens were posting some inexplicable things again.

"Why is Qiu here?" Domenic immediately sounded the alarm.

Belu heard it, laughed and said, "Aren't I afraid that he will be too stubborn and delay the concert? So I specially invited him to meet Zhong Ying. He will definitely understand immediately that Zhong Ying is absolutely competent for his composition."

His kindness and kindness became the curse of Zhong Ying and Domenic.

The two people's eyes met, they didn't dare to say more, and tacitly abided by the truth that silence is golden.

Bellou's wheelchair rattled, and Li Jinqiu turned his head irritably.

"Zhong Ying?"

The young composer's frowning brows stretched out, and he stood up abruptly, shedding his laziness just now, and his posture became serious.

Li Jinqiu was waiting for Beilu, but at this time his attention was attracted by the genius next to Beilu.

He walked over quickly and said in surprise: "So you didn't come to rehearse today, but you came to see Mr. Bellou?"

Domenique's crazy hints were all ignored by Li Jinqiu.

Before Zhong Ying could save the situation, Bellu frowned, "Do you know each other?"

"Of course, he plays the piano well." Li Jinqiu was finally distracted and saw Domenic winking, and suddenly remembered what Domenic said——

Zhong Ying came to Italy because he wanted to gain Bellu's appreciation.

In an instant, he realized what he should do.

So, he grabbed Zhong Ying enthusiastically, and introduced him solemnly like a brother:

"Maybe you have already heard his playing, but I guarantee that Zhong Ying will be better than any pianist. As the apprentice of Master Fan you admire the most, he will definitely be better than blue."

"After all, he is talented, his future is limitless, and he is an absolute rare genius!"

Bellu's face changed, and he stared at Zhong Ying gloomyly, almost gnashing his teeth.

"Are you Fan Chengyun's apprentice? Are you only eighteen?"

Domenic made amends, exaggeratedly gasped, "What? There's this thing!"

Zhong Ying: ...

Li Jinqiu:?