musicians of old

Chapter 127 Unexpected Form

The next day, at six thirty in the evening.

In early summer, the temperature in Uflandsel is still cool.

The night came later, and the black shadow of the University of St. Lenia towered like a castle, and the golden-rimmed silhouette was set against the red glow in the sky, and the fountains blooming everywhere were like fire.

After the small work performance in the afternoon of the graduation concert, everyone's state has been fully mobilized.

The performance of the most important large-scale orchestral works is at [-] pm, but the Meyer Avenue, which is directly opposite the school auditorium, is already crowded with people.

The St. Lenia Auditorium was designed by the famous imperial architect and acoustic expert Meyernig. The core place inside is not the auditorium, but the largest symphony hall in the school—it can accommodate 2440 listeners. It is nearly twice as large as the two symphony halls of the Conservatory of Music, and is equipped with a 40000-pound giant pipe organ that is integrated with the building and is custom-made from the Holy Kingdom of Janus.

Strictly speaking, the Meyer Avenue facing the auditorium is not a road, but a huge rectangular square with a width of more than 200 meters and a length of nearly 1000 meters at the end.

At this time, hundreds of students on Meier Avenue are generally moving in the direction of the auditorium, but the speed is extremely slow, stop and go, more in the nature of walking, and many people are also resting in place, or Go around in circles.

Because there is still more than an hour before the performance, they just want to come earlier, walk slower, and feel more about the plants and trees of the campus.

The square is divided into blocks by internal roads. There are not only fountains, sculptures, trees, small galleries, garden landscapes, but also large areas of lawns, bricks and stones, leisure facilities and convenience stores. Starting from each college building, there are roads leading to this place.

Where the crowd was slightly thinner, the couple on the bench looked at the stairs in the direction of the auditorium, and there was a long silence; In the first scene, four well-dressed ladies pose in front of the hired cameraman, leaving behind a stream of cheerful laughter.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, these students wearing formal black dresses or long skirts of various colors, even if they were not in the fourth grade, felt the different atmosphere on campus on the day of the graduation concert.

Bewildered and longing, sentimental and joyful, with lively loneliness and grand loneliness.

But many of the faces walking in the crowd are lost.

They have kept their doubts in their hearts for more than a month—they have questions about the hidden truth behind the "abandonment incident", and they also asked after Fanning said that "the premiere will still be performed today".

It was an emotion of anxiety mixed with hope.

Finally, on this day, the desire of these supporters to hear the "No. [-] Symphony in D Major" has reached its peak, but as time passed hour by hour, there was no movement.

The repertoire also clearly stated: the first half of the student's work, Cecil's "Symphony No. [-] in F-sharp Major", and the second half of the master's work, Gilles' "Fifth Piano Concerto in A Major".

Originally, I thought that Fanning would quietly handle some link, let his name suddenly appear on the repertoire, or simply start from scratch. It would be good to organize the performance directly in the Symphony Hall of the Conservatory of Music. There are also 1400 seats there. A lot of extra meaning, but if the news is released early, at least hundreds of supporters are willing to listen to it, and a small number of supporters in the media and social art circles will also go-not to mention the symphony itself, the influence of the previous string quartet already exists.

But nothing happened.

Many people gradually accepted the facts and walked slowly towards the auditorium with disappointment.

In this case, if there is nothing to do in this concert, let's go and listen to it.

On the night of the graduation concert, in the twilight square, in the delicate and complicated atmosphere, the crowd with their own concerns marched slowly.

There was a faint sound of some sort in the air.

It should be the sound that appeared just now, but the volume is too weak, like a thin silk thread, so it is not suitable to use "sudden" to describe the feeling of hearing.

Many people can tell right away that this is the la sound in the high range of the violin. If you want to produce this very high and very weak sound, you need to press your finger on the highest position of the E string, and then hold the bow to almost stagnate. Rub lightly on it at a constant speed.

Just like the mist, twilight and coolness before sunrise in the morning, of course, it is not early morning, but the mist in the twilight of the sunset is also very similar.

Most of the people who heard it in the square had puzzled and dazed expressions and kept walking.

There are also very few people, purely because of the coincidence of their walking trajectories, they saw a few violinists sitting on several lawn benches, led by a beautiful girl standing next to them, slowly playing violinists. Playing this la sound, there are still a few people squatting on the grass next to them, opening the piano case, as if they want to join in this la sound.

These people slowed down their pace, looked sideways a few more times, but their pace still did not stop.

"la—mi—"

Under the ethereal background sound of string friction, a "breathing motive" of four degrees down comes from all directions. The timbre includes piccolo, oboe, and clarinet, as if everything is revived in the twilight.

Some people noticed that several musicians holding woodwinds came out from the bushes behind the bench.

"la—mi—"

Joan walked out of a convenience store holding a flute, moved down an octave and repeatedly played the second "breathing machine".Behind several other rockeries, sculptures, and galleries in the square, more musicians with French horns and bass clarinets came out to form an ensemble with her.

On Meyer Boulevard, the murmurs of murmured conversations among the pedestrians had subsided into silence.

"la—mi—fa—do—re—(b)xi—la—"

In the background of extremely weak strings, the breathing motive appears for the third time, this time it is the sound of oboe and bassoon. A hint of gloom and mystery.

Someone stopped.

Next, the clarinet and bass clarinet blew out a warm, light triplet that jumps upwards between repeated roundabouts. This is the "blooming motive", a metaphor for the harbinger of the scene of a hundred flowers blooming.

At the same time, there were some slight noises resembling rollers on the main road, and many people leaned over to push the carts, and the objects on them were covered with red cloth. From the shape, it seemed to be timpani, cello, double bass or something else .

More and more people stopped.

The oboe plays a double note and leaps up an octave higher, with dynamics ranging from weak to strong to weak.

The sound was long and ethereal, like a ray of morning light piercing through the clouds and piercing the sky, but then it was blocked by thick clouds, and dawn still had not arrived.

Only the quiet and cool string background sound remained in the air, and then the descending melody of the breathing motive appeared in the woodwind group, then to the string group, and finally the french horn that was just around the corner, blowing out the jumping triplet "Blooming Motive" again .

"This is, this is..." A group of people were the first to react, but they still couldn't believe it, "Is this...how could it be? How could it appear here? Impossible!"

Some people wondered why the acoustics are still so concentrated in an open square with wide distances between musicians?

But more people have completely fallen into the introduction of the first movement—in the mysterious and ethereal atmosphere, various fragmented motives are presented, retelling, and evolving. Some kind of daunting power, at this moment Clothed in a hazy veil, it descends quietly and penetrates slowly.

"Boom!—" There was a dull and metallic roar.

On the white stone bricks of the square, the timpani stick in Lu's hand fell.

The double basses of several musicians had already been erected, and with the sound of the drum, an extremely low chromatic long line was played.

Then, Roy led the cellists to sit on the bench and gave them octave-high support, making the sound effect thick, muddy, and zigzag forward, symbolizing that some kind of restless life force is sprouting underground.

"It's that symphony by Carolne Van Ning!"

"It's Symphony No. [-] in D major!!"

Finally, people from all directions in the crowd exclaimed one after another.

The introduction continues, and the breath motif reappears, this time not as a single melody, but as a multitude of voices imitating each other.

As twilight enveloped the land, more and more musicians came out from all over the square.

Breathing motives are staggered into sections and entered in sequence. Before one melody ends, another melody begins again, forming a jagged overlapping effect, symbolizing the awakening of more and more life in nature, flowers blooming, birds opening their eyes, Branches sprout, insects poke out of the dirt.
More and more people in the square stopped, or stood up from the lawn or benches, some stopped to look out, and some began to move closer to the center, including some teachers and professors.

"Where's the conductor? Where's Fanning?"

"Where is Carlone Van Ning?"

The supporters showed excitement, and they were breathless in surprise. They never imagined that "Symphony No. [-] in D Major" would meet everyone in this form!

It was a form never conceived in their lifetime!

The students didn't want to destroy the music, so they forced their doubts in their hearts and ran back and forth in the area around the square.

Their eyes looked eagerly around, trying to find Fanning!
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