musicians of old

Chapter 211 Meeting (4K [-]-in-[-])

In the exquisitely decorated small room, Fanning opened his eyes.

The skin on all parts of the body is intact, but the pain from being cut by the knife still remains. The five senses have become sharper, but what I feel is not real.

The remaining sense of disobedience overflows from spirituality, with sharp table edges, angry corners, impassioned windows, ferocious oak bars, and aggressive lights. The secrets of "Jin" are interspersed and manifested in various forms.

His thinking was a bit rigid, and it was difficult to think about something in a roundabout way. Fan Ning was about to stand up with his arm supporting the armrest of the recliner, but just as he tried harder, the sudden increase in pain made him sit back down again.

With a "bang", the impact of the body's fall shattered the carbonized lamp in the corner of the ceiling, and the fragments fell to the ground and plunged into the solid wooden floor.

He raised his arms and found two wounds, one deep and one shallow, near the elbows on each side.

It was cut open by the sharp edge of the wooden handrail, and dark red blood oozed from it.

When the sense of danger dissipated inch by inch from this space, he noticed the home decoration style picture frame and canvas in front of him, as well as the gap of the knife with a soft feeling.

The memories in the dream jumped out of his mind one after another, and Fanning finally began to gasp for breath.

Before he had time to carefully appreciate the fear brought about by Poglerich's invisible power, he put his hand on the top of his head, and then he repeated an incomplete sentence uncontrollably like a repeater cassette:
That's too bad a hat This shit is too big
Even Poglerich didn't notice anything unusual!
I don't know if this has anything to do with Mr. F, but if it weren't for this hat being reliable enough, I wouldn't be able to die with a hundred lives today.

Fanning tightened his top hat tightly, then stood up and hesitated by the door for a few seconds.

I wonder if He Meng has left?
He should be able to leave on his own, but Fanning is always worried that he will hit him.

Don't be surprised. Fanning pricked up his ears to hear any movement outside the aisle, but he didn't hear any sound because the sound insulation in the room was too good, or because He Meng had left or stayed on business.

Although it was still early, Fanning didn't want to stay in this place for a second. He adjusted his breathing rhythm as he became more and more uncomfortable, slowly opened the door, and walked towards the hall.

The place is still smoggy, and there are not only four people, but also a few more onlookers, each of whom is probably close to Fan Ning's rank.

Gentlemen smoking pipes clattered and shuffled the cards, someone fiddled with chips, and someone poked a fork into the jelly bean bowl and sent mint cake into his mouth.

"Vassius, every time I see you come to Fort Santaram, you always have a bad face." Another gentleman with a loud voice handed a paper cup full of hand-ground coffee to Fanning, "Sit down and play." a handful?"

"I want to have this leisure, open the door."

Naturally, Fan Ning didn't know Vassius's acquaintances. He took the paper cup, maintained his usual bitter melon demeanor, and uttered a few words coldly.

The person on the opposite side pouted, took out the key chain, and unscrewed the switch valves of the swing-type explosion-proof doors one by one. After a long series of high-pitched steam, the cast iron door slowly opened.

Fanning took a sip of the hot and sweet coffee, and stepped out of the door slowly.

Walking through the corridor, downstairs, and out of the hall, Fanning finally let out a sigh of relief when he completely left the gray twin buildings and returned to the crowded streets.

He stopped a taxi and ordered to go to the station. A few seconds after boarding the car, the cup of coffee placed at the foot of the bench was quickly picked up. The ragged middle-aged tramp took a sip and then Handed it to the dirty little girl beside her, she held it and drank it to the bottom, and then opened her mouth to catch the thrown juice.

There was the sound of splashing water in the public washroom of the station. Fanning, who had returned to his true colors, pushed open the wooden door and joined the crowd.

Today's oolong incident allowed Fan Ning to gain a lot of secret knowledge, but he definitely didn't want to do it again.

Although the top hat perfectly concealed the characteristics of the spirit body, if it weren't for the things Vassius investigated recently, Fanning would have just gone through them all and had some substantive thoughts.
As long as there is one place that shows ignorance, I will fall here today.

What exactly is a "grid"?Refers to a person's artistic achievements?
Poglerich's words seem to reflect the extreme importance of people with high-level "character".

On the way back to the hotel, Fan Ning continued to think about the key words in the high-level dialogue of the special inspection hall: groom, sower, blade bearer, forging lion, new moon.
Obtaining the nomination or official title of "Boethius Artist" seems to correspond to certain keywords. For example, the nomination seems to need to determine that an artist has the "quality" of "Forged Lion".

The street was noisy, the carriage was bumping, and Fan Ning, who had his eyes closed, seemed to be suddenly connected to something.

The weird relief that the three of them saw in the ruins of the Great Court School not long ago!

The main content of the relief is "a man wearing a crown and a cloak slaughtering a cow with a knife", while in the surrounding area, Fanning vaguely remembers that there seems to be some other things or elements.

For example, ears of rice, moths, lions, moons, villains in fancy clothes or holding torches. More than that, I can’t remember more details, and they seem to be related to those keywords.

After entering the lobby of the "Boethius Hotel", Fanning put his thoughts aside for a while, went back to his room for a nap and packed his things.

Next, he and the symphony orchestra went to the Philharmonic Square of the National Concert Hall in Tiolein to watch the opening ceremony of the summer art festival.

What is exciting for the musicians is that the head of the committee who spoke on the stage also has a place for this concert in this year's highlight preview. The highlighted points are the eye-catching pricing and the rare sell-out speed.

During the opening ceremony, Fan Ning shared with Lu what he heard at the meeting about the movement of the Transcendence Club, especially the relatively abnormal ones. Lu said that the investigation of hidden dangers in subway safety is being carried out in an orderly manner.

Some clues implicated in the past mysterious incidents of Uvransel, Fanning may investigate when the time is right, but how much ability and care are involved, other than that... the secret organization that makes the imperial capital often The small actions that the stationed forces are struggling with, the sharing of appropriate news, and the little help that can be done with a little effort, is considered to have done their duty.

For Fanning, the greatest self-worth is to pursue the truth and destination of art, and the greatest responsibility in life is to leave as much spiritual wealth as possible for all mankind, and the rest of the things that follow one's heart are all inspiration and material.

When the show was about to end, he explained to several voice chiefs that he had something to do today, and then directly assigned Kaplan the rehearsal tasks in the afternoon and evening.

"These few clips, I will check their processing status as soon as I come up tomorrow."

"...Here, Professor Fanning, do you mean to let me today..." Kaprun, who was burying his head in the circle and annotating with a pen, looked up in astonishment. He always carried a briefcase with a thick score and a notebook with him on any occasion.

"You have been an assistant conductor for more than a month." Fan Ning said, "I have never seen you conduct an orchestra independently in a rehearsal. Today's behavior is equivalent to forcing you to see how good you are."

"...I may not be very good at it. The students are all professional." Kaprun stroked his thinning hair with a embarrassed and embarrassed expression.

"Professional background just means that they have experienced a whole set of systematic performance skills training since childhood, plus the recognition and expression of musical vocabulary when they grow up...

"Harmony and counterpoint exercises, transposed instrument readings in the score, counting bars to dissect passages and phrases... Sometimes they are limited to a corner of their professional repertoire, and they may not have a vast reserve of serious music works in their minds. You are rich, and your familiarity with various interpretation methods may not be as good as yours."

"Trust your ears, trust your professional learning achievements and the accumulation of appreciation experience. The students are very familiar with you, and I have made an explanation. If there is any problem, Xilan, who is newly appointed as the principal of the orchestra, will also replace you. You check."

After watching with himself for so long, Fan Ning judged that his understanding of these three works should be sufficient, at least enough to rehearse and solve specific problems.

"If you have less time than others, then there are some steps that you have to take sooner or later, and you need to take them earlier." Fanning turned and left after saying this meaningful sentence.

At the end of the opening ceremony, everyone stood up one after another, leaving Kaplan with a pensive look on his face.

"Xiran, Caroun said today that he has something to do, why is Roy senior sister also has something to do?" Joan, who received the rehearsal task, asked in a low voice when the show was over.

"It's the condolence event, he said it in the hotel last night." Sheeran watched Fan Ning leave the square, "Senior Roy has a lot of contacts in Fort Santaram, maybe she was also invited to attend gone."

"Senior Roy seemed to have gone to Caron's room last night." Joan leaned closer to Hiran and whispered.

"The door is always open." Sheeran nodded, "Rehearse well, I'm waiting for the record pre-sale after the show, guess how many we can sell?..."

……

After Fanning walked out of the square, he got into a roaring black car on the side of the street. Roy, who was rarely seen wearing a solemn black dress, opened the passenger door, got out of the car, and sat next to Fanning in the back row. .

"Creation that was stuck in one place and couldn't be moved, did you move it later?" She greeted with a smile.

"There is no satisfactory progress." Fan Ning responded, "...to ask you, does an artist need personal experience or situation in order to create a work that can move people or make people think deeply?"

Another personal question reflected in this sentence is "Does an artist who successfully discusses death have to be a twilight or dying person?"

The girl who was going to chat for a while, probably didn't expect Fan Ning to bring up such a topic as soon as she came up: "Maybe not necessarily, it depends on how Mr. Fan Ning defines personal."

She carefully organized her language for a while: "I have read some poems or novels. It is true that some of the authors are unforgettable, but there are also people with a little experience who have written touching love or portrayed delicate and profound human nature... Romantic musicians who were good at creating ballads with mythical epics were not in the same era as narrative texts, and those great operaists had never experienced the joys and sorrows of the characters in the play."

"I think that the life of an artist is limited, and it is difficult to satisfy the boundless desire for inspiration and expression with limited personal experience... The most important thing for an artist is to perceive and experience as much as possible from the perspective of others or history, and then provide for himself Speak for the things you want to speak for, and speak for the thoughts you want to speak for.”

…Maybe this is another practical way of expressing "absorbing humanistic nutrients"?Fanning thought so.

Looking at the girl's delicate and flawless face, a strange color flashed in his eyes, and he said seriously after a while: "Thank you Miss Roy, I will think about your words again."

The car drove steadily for a certain distance in the city center, and circled the two corners of the wide mission square in turn. When Fanning saw the bell tower in the southwest corner and the baptistery in the northwest corner of "St. Janin's Church of the Scorching Sun", he thought of one question:
"Which organization did the poet Bassani come from?"

Roy said: "He believes in the 'unfallable fire', but his extraordinary status is closer to the 'outside coordinators' establishment of the Special Patrol...Of course, strictly speaking, he is a free dawner, which is the same as The logic of Extraordinary access control is different—a person with knowledge who does not belong to an official organization is a forbidden person, but those who understand have the right to be free and transcendent, as long as they do not worship evil gods."

"Mr. Fanning will know more later." She smiled slightly, "The bus is here, let's get down first."

The two walked side by side.

"St. Janin's Church of the Scorching Sun" occupies a very large area. Looking at it from the front at this moment, Fanning looks like a majestic city wall across the mission square. The outer wall of the building is made of marble veneer of three colors: Mostly white, with a little yellow and purple.

"The white ones come from the highland Norberwyn quarry, the yellow ones come from Eagles, and the purple marbles are mixed with gemstones from the south of Beth Yistan." Seeing Fan Ning looking at the outer wall, Roy introduced aloud.

"You understand all of this?" Fanning asked in surprise.

"When my family was renovating the mansion in Haiwale Town, they imported building materials from the same source." Roy explained with a smile.

The closer the straight-line distance to the church gate, the more Fanning could feel that this behemoth was making his breath gradually deepen.

The building is symmetrical and majestic. The herringbone wall on the front is engraved with pictures of the missionaries of the evangelist Janin, and on the top of the wall are stone statues of several famous archbishops, such as the one that Fanning has seen in many portraits. Bensuva Lenia.

"Dad, Mom." Roy walked towards a couple who just came out of the door, his steps were a little lighter, and his tone was a little bit cheerful.

Fan Ning once again saw the acquaintances he had met at the music salon, the Marquis, who was graceful and dignified, with a raised figure, and a calm and kind face. Standing beside her was naturally President McAdam.

This is a handsome gentleman wearing a thin crimson velvet coat and a top mink hat. His hair and eyebrows are neatly trimmed. Even when he looks at his daughter, his eyes are serious with a faint smile, and he has an indescribable quality. And unquestionable authority.

"Young composer, Mr. Fanning, right?" McAdam said gently and calmly after Fanning saluted and greeted him.

(End of this chapter)