musicians of old

When Roy walked over, Fanning diverted his attention from the inspiration of the scherzo, looked at her rolled-up hair, the silk sash around her waist, the bright skirt and the back of her feet with visible veins. Recalling the subsequent scene in the subway for a few seconds.

Then I realized that I was also wearing a set of clean pajamas and pajamas, and the previous blood and dirt were long gone.

"Don't get me wrong, I asked a few servants to help you change it." Seeing Fan Ning, who was leaning on the bed and holding a pen, gradually have an expression of "what did you do to me", Roy quickly explained.

"Thank you." Fanning said the first words after waking up.

Then his eyes continued to fall back to the score paper, and his attention was fully withdrawn.

The prelude and theme of the piano abbreviation in the third movement, and some orchestrations with clear ideas have been abbreviated and annotated: after two timpani hammers, the woodwinds and double basses present repeated ornamental patterns, and then the string group slowly spreads out a flowing sex scene.

At the beginning, the character of the music was not very hasty, and seemed to be full of a certain sense of leisure and life, but if you feel the details of the music carefully, you can predictably see the endless chaos and danger behind.

Fanning only wrote the first 20 or so bars, and stopped writing in sequence.

"Crash-crash-"

He flipped the score paper backwards, roughly reserving the position of the bar, and then grasped the inspiration that was passing in his mind, and quickly wrote down many key fragments in various places behind.

It is some disturbing and anxious sounds, and it is a dramatic musical idea with mockery, irony and questioning. It is also an important feature that will distinguish this scherzo from other works of similar genre after it is finished.

Sometimes they are nervous repetitions or staccatos, sometimes they are stresses that shake people out of numbness, sometimes parallel thirds or parallel triads suddenly add up and leave suddenly, like ghostly things scurrying among the crowd. Certain melodies Flow in the expected direction, but there is no warning and unexpected reversal.
Especially in the segment reserved at the end, Fanning recorded a completely different, sinister and evil sound field. It was like the venting cry in my heart when I faced the chaotic crowd before.

It was a long time before Fanning looked up, having written the beginning and recorded these particular passages.

Roy sat with his legs folded at the end of the bed, looking at him intently, and the two eyes intertwined.

"Sorry, I couldn't tell you just now, is this your home?"

"My house?" Roy got up and thought for a while, "Should it be one of them? This is the St. Euphrates hunting ground on the northeast outskirts of Fort Santaram. In addition to this small manor of the McAdam family, there are other forests nearby. There are three other earls' mansion properties, but they rarely visit here at this point in time, and the best season for hunting may have to wait two months."

I was interrupted by this question.Fan Ning shook his head helplessly, he was in a luxurious bedroom he had never been to, subconsciously he was still thinking in his previous life.

"Looks like you guys withdrew."

Roy made a "hmm".

Otherwise, with what happened later, it would not be possible to stay here quietly in the evening.

Six maids walked into the bedroom one after another, and the dining table candlesticks next to the floor-to-ceiling windows were lit, and in a short while, they were filled with exquisite and various dinners. The last one came in was a middle-aged man in a chef's uniform. He saluted the two gracefully, If you have any dissatisfaction or suggestions, you can call us at any time.

"Mr. Fanning and I can take it ourselves." Roy signaled the maids to wait outside.

Fan Ning stretched his body, jumped off the bed, and looked at the luxurious environment around him again: "Facing the president's invitation, I walked away, and then the treatment conditions were upgraded?"

Roy pulled out the crystal chandelier, allowing the room to be infested with twilight again, and then she blinked: "If you spend two-thirds or more of the income from Mr. Fanning's record, you can buy it in the suburbs of Fort Santaram." We have arrived at a small manor or luxury mansion of similar specifications, and if we are considering Uvransal, we have more options."

Obviously, she did not include the employment costs of the forty-odd servants, cooks, gardeners, coachmen, washers, and housekeepers, the daily expenses of food, wine, and clothing, as well as the expenses for facility repairs, garden maintenance, furniture maintenance, and artwork decoration, or Regularly held social activities supporting its specifications are included in the expenditure.

The state of hunger, coupled with the color and aroma of the dinner, seemed to dispel the gloomy mood, and Fanning ate more food than expected.

"What about them?" Fanning picked up a large spoonful of mutton soup that was stewed so crispy.

"Who exactly?"

"Sheeran, there are others."

"Of course she didn't know that you could fall off the slate later." A smile appeared on Roy's face under the candlelight.

"I brought you here after being in a coma, and then informed Guidance School of the address and that you are supplementing your sleep, but since it is impossible to predict when you wake up, I said that you will continue to discuss with me about the selection of poetry texts for choral writing , Sir Viadrin's tone is quite supportive, saying that he has no intention of urging you to go back. This shows that the companions and superiors are very relieved, right?"

Of course, I will never tell you how you lie down in the back seat of a car.After Roy explained the ins and outs, he picked up a roll of baked cabbage with white eyebrow sauce, covered his hands and put it in his mouth to chew, and quietly looked at Fanning's expression.

"What's the follow-up result?" Fanning didn't express too much about her description.

"The Special Patrol Office successfully contained the 'Disaster'." Roy said, "The price was the death of a senior investigator. His luck was not very good. On the way back, he suffered a rare myocardial infarction. The other personnel included two For those who understand, they will not have extraordinary abilities for at least half a year, and there may be potential high-risk pollution that has not been exposed."

Fan Ning nodded slightly upon hearing this.

Although he was in an extremely irritable mood at that time, he had a clear understanding for a long time. Even if the choice he made was to lead the "disaster" towards the altar of the Bologna School, it was impossible for the people in the special inspection hall to stand by and watch .

That will only lead to more chaotic conflicts on the scene. Once there are so many sages and high-ranking sages, once a scuffle starts, the lives of myself and several companions in this narrow tunnel will be seriously threatened, and the result is likely to be the same. The special patrol office got "disaster".

As expected.

Unless the "door of coincidence" is not opened, once that step is reached, there is no choice.

The follow-up is also as I expected. The intervention of this kind of personal thing will cost a lot, and their part of the combat power will be abandoned for a long time. Subsequent control and use may also be a lot of trouble for Pogleric.

Therefore, after the Special Patrol Office got the "disaster", the threat of its own search would not be so urgent.

Moreover, I also had some preliminary coping ideas before.

"You may be blamed later." Roy poured elderflower dew for Fanning, and squeezed in bee jelly and lemon juice, "a kind of subtle censure from the middle and high levels of the Special Inspection Office, which is not small and hard to explain .On the other hand, you will still receive commendations and rewards from the Special Patrol Office."

Fanning naturally understood what Roy meant.

His performance is impeccable, and there are no "black spots" at all under the notarization of the four major organizations of the empire, and he is also a great artist at the "Forging Lion" level, a potential master, or someone with higher expectations. "New Moon" more than ten years later, but in public questioning and walking away, the Special Inspection Office paid a price that could have been lower, even though it was not Fanning's obligation.

"If you ask a person for £100 and you are turned down, normally you shouldn't think that person owes you £100, as long as you're in your right mind."

Fan Ning washed the drink full of charming fragrance and summer flavor in the cup, calmly shook his head, expressing that he didn't care.

If you can be promoted to be a master of understanding and become one-twentieth of the empire, you don't have to worry about it. This is a more realistic next-stage goal than achieving the status of "New Moon" as a master of art.

"But it's true that you're famous." Under the candlelight, the girl's cheeks were flushed and she was full of smiles. "I mean the extraordinary circle, not the already famous art circle."

"Generally speaking, 'candle' has a powerful spiritual sense that resists illusions and spiritual attacks, and 'key' has a relatively stronger resistance to invisible pollution. These two characteristics are defensive means, but your frontal attack and mobile pursuit The killing ability is even stronger. After evaluating your promotion file, inspiration strength, invisible force characteristics, actual combat performance, etc., the insiders have included you in the most difficult level among the high-ranking insiders."

"But, can you stop doing that in the future?" Roy said with a tone of blame gradually, "Why do you have to overdraw yourself every time? You should know that when a wise person is spiritually weak, it is easy to Let the hidden knowledge pollution that was suppressed in the consciousness change?"

"Okay." Fanning replied.

Looking at the face of the young man who lowered his head to move the tableware across the way, Roy's mind flashed the previous words of Marquis McAdam, and some warm and beautiful emotions temporarily drove away the depression of the disaster during the day.

"Are you feeling better? You got about nine hours of sleep this night."

"Still very groggy, maybe I still need to sleep." Fanning replied truthfully, "I just woke up in a process that was interrupted in the middle, and the reason may be the subconscious warning of the passing of inspiration, which is urging me to hold on for a while. Get up and write down the scherzo first."

He supported his forehead: "I just finished the most dramatic and forgettable music ideas, and I still need to insist on writing the rest of the piano abbreviated score before going to bed."

"So, you are about to finish the third movement." The girl's blue eyes lit up, "Then we can really enter the discussion of chorus writing in the final movement."

Her barefoot steps on the velvet blanket were light and pleasant, and she picked out several collections of poems, art songs and well-known opera scores by different artists from the bookcase beside her: "When I think about what we are about to do, it is a I always have an unreal sense of exhilaration about feats like the great Gilles' Ninth Symphony."

There was no response. When the girl with the book in her arms turned around, she saw Fan Ning standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, staring at the dark and quiet gravel road outside the glass.

She put the books and music scores on the grand piano, then tiptoed and walked gently to his side.

"Is my performance very indifferent?" After a long time, Fan Ning asked suddenly.

"Ah" Roy exhaled softly, "You mean? Now. Oh no, you mean. How could it be?"

Fanning was silent for a long time again.

The light in Roy's eyes dimmed little by little: "I saw Mr. Sternike's death with my own eyes. I know that Mr. Graham's distortion was solved by you, and I also know that Uncle Huxley's You fired that shot, but that's not to blame."

"But I didn't say anything," Fanning said abruptly.

"Mark is dead, the Mark who entrusted you to make friends is dead, he died terribly, I didn't say anything before he died, and so did Vice-Principal Huxley, I didn't say a word of comfort, I shot him Killed, I remember that I don’t even have an expression.”

Fanning turned around, with his back to the glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and slowly sat down on the floor of the bedroom.

His voice was low and low, and he didn't express any point of view. He seemed to be purely reminiscing: "Mark is considered to be a person who is in line with performance and money, but this does not hinder his professionalism and the pleasant cooperation with me later. The reason for signing me is really normal. I just find it funny when I see this guy's deflated expression. Huxley may not be a very close friend with me, and he had a little bit of trouble with the Lorraine incident, but it's the same It does not prevent him from fulfilling his duties as the vice-principal, nor does it prevent him from being an excellent official knower."

"I also think of Dean Gould, who passed away more than two months ago. During my four years at the school, I have only spoken a handful of words with him. The only relatively deep connection, except for the last symphony hall, is to listen to him. I also think of Bassani, whom I never knew, but who read his poems and participated in his condolences. I also think of the old organist Viern, who is completely out of my time.”

"Compared to my teacher, Professor Anton, they are all interesting people, but they have relatively shallow intersection with my life. You have shared with me more things about the two principals. You said that Mr. Sternika His wife died of illness in his early years. He was depressed all his life and never remarried. You said that Uncle Huxley took you to play in your childhood, his sculpture art, and that he was always out of style at the wine table of family gatherings. hilarious performance”

"None of this has anything to do with me, but they died, and these two principals recognized my artistic personality and trusted me to lead the orchestra and make decisions about the festival. We just clinked glasses to celebrate the night before. The Saint Lania Symphony Orchestra The honor of jumping to the first place is still a while away, and they have no chance to see it again. In fact, as long as it is not an enemy, as long as there is an intersection, I am always reluctant to see death, but in fact I can’t say anything.”

The warmth came from Fanning's right arm, only two layers of thin pajamas made it delicate and real. Roy sat next to him on the velvet blanket on the ground.

"Mr. Fanning." She also leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window, curled up her knees, and put her feet together, "Maybe Miss Sheeran will always know your life-saving means or ability to control the enemy in advance, but I really don't know, I even I don't know that you have been promoted to a higher rank, but when I learned that you were at the front end of the collision of two subway trains in the morning, do you know how I felt?"

The faint scent of shampoo from the girl's bath was close at hand. Fan Ning turned his head and intertwined with her eyes: ".Know."

"When my father and I arrived and heard you fight against so many dangerous enemies, and saw you standing in a dream, I felt so happy that I was about to cry, but seeing your exhausted inspiration , and trying to maintain a calm expression, I still have some "

"Well, it was originally estimated that you would wake up tomorrow, so I am also planning to let go tonight, and then I will discuss those things with you tomorrow, and then face the numbers and names related to death."

"And since you're awake tonight, just chat about your favorite music during the candlelight dinner in this quiet corner of the manor."