musicians of old

Chapter 25 Music Salon Invitation Letter
On the way back from the funeral, the three followed in silence behind Vice President Huxley and Dean Gould.

Joan was among the three, holding Sheeran's hand on one side and walking side by side with Fanning on the other.

During the period, Huxley turned his head, his eyes were sharp but his tone was gentle: "Is Carolne Van Ning right? You created a "Fantasia Impromptu" in the improvisation test two days ago?"

Fanning nodded.

Huxley asked again: "You also composed the funeral march that was played just now?"

Fanning nodded again.

A delicate hard card wrapped with golden velvet was handed to Fanning.

"December 12th, the invitation letter for the music salon next Saturday night, you are welcome to come and bring your companions." Huxley immediately turned his head back without any delay.

Fanning didn't have time to think, and he could only thank instinctively for the items handed to him.

Joan beside him looked at Fanning curiously.

"The music salon of the Marchioness of McAdam? Wow... This is a big family that has considerable influence in the entire Uflander and even the empire."

Her eyes were shining brightly: "Callon, you are really amazing, you are worthy of being a young composer! Will you go there then?"

"Oh?..." Fan Ning looked closely at the contents of the card in his hand, and Sheeran also looked over from the air.

He also has an understanding of the salon culture of the Tiolein Empire, which is somewhat similar to the previous generation of modern Europe.

Usually organized by the powerful hostess of the family in a private mansion, participants are invited to speak freely on topics such as literature, art, theology, philosophy, and social hotspots.

The rise of the salon culture has broken the limitations of dialogue among all levels of the empire. Whether it is princes, nobles, merchants, scholars, middle class, or poor, as long as they can output valuable content on the topic of the salon, they will be respected by everyone.

To organize such a high-end social occasion, one must first have a strong network of contacts, as well as a lot of financial resources to support a nearly extravagant banquet.

Chatting must be after drinking and drinking, and then continuing to eat some exquisite and expensive snacks while chatting.

For the organizers, the significance of the salon is to reflect the comprehensive strength and elegant taste of the family.

For the participants, the level of salons that a person is often invited to can directly reflect his social status, as well as his professionalism and authority in a certain field.

Fan Ning looked at the column of introducers below, and there was also a set of bronzing patterns in ancient Hoffmann.

These aristocrats loved the ancient Hoffmann language in their written writing to reflect the ancient heritage and refined cultivation of the family.

He barely made out: Kay Huxley, the Bolognese Chapter at the University of Saint Lania.

Seeing the name in writing, Fan Ning recalled that Vice President Huxley was also a sculptor, and his small works had been exhibited and auctioned in his own art gallery long ago.

"The Bologna School, the Guidance School... are all schools..." Fan Ning thought secretly, "Is this also an organization of the wise?"

"Since it is a branch of St. Lenia University, it means that there are other school branches... So there is a unified school behind these imperial aristocratic public schools?"

"Which side is the Guiding School?..."

Fan Ning was thinking in his heart, playing with the invitation letter in his hand, constantly switching sides.

Seeing that Fanning hadn't spoken, Joan poked him on the shoulder: "Can you take us there if it's convenient? Sheeran also wants to relax, right?"

Only then did Fan Ning look at the two of them: "As long as I'm sure it's over, I'll take you with me, that's fine."

Vice-principal Huxley must be a man of knowledge.
Today is only Monday, and there is still nearly two weeks of sufficient time to collect and investigate other information and make a decision on whether to go.

But the most important thing is that he must be promoted to a wise person as soon as possible, so that he can deal with various things with confidence.

Joan stretched out her small hand, her fingers as white as onion roots: "Caroun, in return, I will provide you with three free dream interpretation services, very professional ones, how about it? If you have any confusion, um, this kind of dream interpretation service Confusion is common to most people.”

Finally she tilted her head and gave Fanning a triumphant gesture.

"Sister, are you a king or a bronze?" Fan Ning felt that he couldn't understand her more and more.

After everyone returned to the west gate of the school, they separated.

Fanning had lunch with Sheeran and Joan in the cafeteria.

"Caron, you have to take good care of Sheeran."

After reiterating her promise to meet Fanning at the main entrance of the campus on Thursday night, Joan said goodbye to the two and headed northwest to catch classes at the College of Literature and History.

"Caroun, what did you mean just now, did you mean that you want to live in my house, or... still want me to follow you..."

In fact, Fan Ning used to be a frequent visitor to Professor Anton's house, but the situation is different now.

Fan Ning smiled: "Same as before, let's go to your house for a lodging."

The conditions of the apartment I live in now are too average.

"If my Turner Art Museum reopens one day, I will definitely let you experience those luxurious rooms."

"Oh." Sheeran moved her steps and followed Fanning's footsteps.

There was already a lot of snow on the main road of the campus, and the two of them walked in the snow-covered snow.

"The most embarrassing problem right now is that I can't get the brilliance liquid by myself to activate the 'four-fold line' moving guidepost, otherwise I'll be a knower in no time." Fan Ning continued to think in his heart.

If the market price of 10ml of "Candle" Phase Brilliant Essence Liquid is 100-150 pounds, if it is more expensive on the black market, I can't even afford to produce this blood.

Taking a step back, let's take a low face and ask Xilan to borrow some money for the time being. After becoming a knowledgeable person, find a way to pay it back.

But the key is where to buy it?
The kind of trading party organized by a knowledgeable person hidden in the dark?If I don't know, I don't tell, and if I know, I dare not go.

Another trip to Woodpecker Affairs Consulting?Sir Viadrin would certainly offer it to himself—of course keeping the account in his own name.

But I can't say in front of him, "The one you gave won't work", and then take out another strange road sign, and I can't say, "Can you go out for a while?"

Although he may not guard himself next time, the initiative is not in his hands.

Right now, the only way Fan Ning can think of is to see if he can find a relatively reliable person, obtain information on a relatively reliable "black market", and then raise some money.

Well, the relatively reliable "black market" still sounds very unreliable.

This question is so embarrassing...

The houses of the professors were built in an area north of Saint Lenia University, which is closer to the Conservatory of Music. No. 6 in the row of small villas in front of you is the residence of Teacher Anton and Sheeran. Although it is not a luxury house, it has its own The independent courtyard, not far from the north gate, is the more prosperous Cedar Square connecting the inner and outer blocks of Lenia, which is very convenient for life and travel.

"Caroun, don't frown." Sheeran suddenly pulled Lafanning's arm.

"Oh, okay." Fanning came back to his senses, "When did you ask for leave?"

"Just today, plus the previous weekend, I just finished processing in three days...I will take the entrance examination next year, and I am under a lot of pressure from schoolwork now." Sheeran unlocked the gate of the yard.

"There will be no problem with your grades, Sheeran." Fan Ning reassured, "And the dean made it clear today that it is not a big problem to go through the recommended admission channel, and it will be easier, and you don't have to put so much pressure on yourself. "

The front lawn of the yard is a grass field, and the swings and small rockeries under the trees are covered with ice and snow.

At the door of the house there is a big chestnut tree that is as high as the roof, pressing down on one side window of the second floor.

Sheeran pointed to the other side of the courtyard with slender and fair fingers, "Caron, you planted this by yourself when you were a freshman a few years ago, remember?"

"At that time, I was carrying water, and Dad and you were digging holes with a shovel, and kept complaining that your shovel always led him astray."

Fan Ning looked at the row of small fragrant-leaf trees covered with white snow. There were ten trees in total, and they were not neat.

"Sheeran, I know how you feel right now because I do too."

Fan Ning looked up at the exquisite hut again: "This is the first time for me to come to this house where Teacher Anton is no longer there. The last time I came was three or four days ago, and everything was fine."

Xilan continued in a daze: "The last time I saw my father was when I went to school last Monday, and I stayed at the school for the next few days. Then I rushed back when I heard the news, and cooperated with the police at the scene to deal with the belongings. I know how I got out of this house in the end."

Her tone was a little choked up: "I've been resting at Joan's house during the day, and she stayed with me at night to watch the spirit. In short, I dare not go home to face this situation. It seems that if I don't come back, the memory of my family will stop. Like a happy weekend”

Fan Ning looked at the girl who was about to cry, and heaved a long sigh.

After my father disappeared three years ago, I have a deep feeling about how difficult it is to be alone.

At Xilan's young age, in this situation, a more mature person may look calmer to outsiders, but the grief in his heart will not be less.

He took off his top hat, took out his handkerchief, and wiped his hands.

Then he took a step forward and put his hands lightly on the girl's smooth hair:
"Xiran, you can cry if you are sad."

　Thank you for the monthly ticket at the beginning of the legend ~ Thanks to Qiao Muzhisen, book friend tail number 4218, Caiyun Fengliu, cool artist for the reward ~

　　
　
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