Chapter 34 Chapter Thirty-Four

After the music was played, Yang Yin found that A Bing had passed away... a generation of artists had passed away, and a meteorite drew a bright light in the sky and fell down... The peach blossoms bloomed, and Yang Yin and the others came to Wuxi again. They came to A Bing's hut with great interest, tapped on the firewood room, and shouted: "A Bing, I'm Yang Yin, open the door." Xiao Hua came out and opened the door. He said, "Uncle Bing just came back from the hospital, and he's been dying for the past two days. He keeps vomiting blood." When Yang Yin and the others entered the room, seeing that A Bing was dying, Yang Yin said anxiously, "A Bing, how are you? We're still here to continue recording for you!"

A Bing said in a weak voice, "Okay...ok...I'm afraid I don't have the strength anymore." "No, Bing, you can't think like this. The party committee of the Central Conservatory of Music has decided to hire you to teach." "Is it true?" Bing asked. "Of course it's true, touch it, this is the letter of appointment..." A Bing touched it with his hand.Yang Yin said, "I'll read it to you..." "After discussion by the party committee of the academy, it was decided to hire Hua Yanjun, an outstanding folk musician in Wuxi, that is, Mr. A Bing, to teach at the Central Conservatory of Music in Beijing..."

After hearing this, A Bing struggled to sit up and play the piano.Yang Yin helped him up, "Xiaohua...give me the qin. I have been blind and struggled in the dark for half my life. Today, Chairman Mao and the Communist Party brought me light. I want to play the huqin, I want to play... " Xiaohua handed the piano to A Bing, and A Bing was out of breath after playing it a few times.Yang Yin hurriedly helped him to lie down, and said: "A Bing, you are panting badly, take a rest first, and I will play the "Erquan Yingyue" record we recorded for you." As a result, the incomparably beautiful music of "Erquan Yingyue" echoed in A Bing's dilapidated house.A Bing seems to have come to the second spring in Huishan, and met his beloved Qinmei by the spring...

Ah, sister Qin, how many times have we been intoxicated by the clear spring water and the beautiful reflection of the moon... The sound of my piano makes you fall, and your encouragement makes my heart surge... "Sister Qin, I miss you so much..." He wanted to grab Miss Qin's hand. Suddenly, sister Qin smiled at him and floated away. "Ah, sister Qin, wait for me..." A Bing chased him to the edge of Taihu Lake, but he saw the vast lake water, but he couldn't see Qinmei. A Bing came to Yuantou Zhuyan again, only the Taihu Lake was rolling with waves, but he still couldn't see his sweetheart.Qin sister!where have you been?I never forget that on this cliff, facing the vast Taihu Lake, I don’t know how many piano tunes I played, how many intimate words I said, for me, you threw yourself into the lake...

Could it be that you are still in the lake... ah!Yes, sister Qin, you must still be in the lake, you are waiting for me, we can finally be together. "Sister Qin...I'm here..." A Bing's faint cry disappeared in the passionate ending of "The Moon Reflected in Two Springs". After the music was played, Yang Yin asked, "A Bing, how are you doing?" No echo. "A Bing." Yang Yin hurried to the head of the bed, and saw that A Bing had died with his head tilted to one side. "A Bing, you can't go! A Bing, you can't go!" Yang Yin and everyone in the working group burst into tears.

"A Bing, why did you leave before you finished recording your music?" "A Bing, I haven't bothered to take a picture of you yet." When the neighbors heard the crying, they sighed, "It's such a pity, why did they leave!" "Poor A Bing, he has suffered half his life in the old society, no, he just left when he was about to live a better life, alas, God..." A generation of artists left, a meteorite drew a bright light in the sky and fell down...not a single photo was left behind, only three huqin pieces and three pipa pieces...