musicians of old

Chapter 26 The key in the dream
Rarely, all the sunlight came through, brightening the golden arcs of the clouds, illuminating the shadows of the two people and the trees, and making the snow in the courtyard glow white.

After briefly gliding over Sheeran's smooth brown hair, Fanning quickly put his hand down.

"Look, the sun is out."

Sheeran sucked her little nose that was red from the cold, and said: "Caroun, thank you, in fact, my saddest time has passed, you know, when I heard you play that song at the funeral, Although I was crying all the time, I was much better afterwards, and it gave me a strange outlet."

Fanning nodded slightly.

The two climbed the steps.

Sheeran took out the key from her small fabric satchel, and when she turned the lock, she looked back at him again: "Caroun, I think you seem to have changed a bit recently."

"Oh?" Fanning looked at her.

Could it be that something was discovered after I traveled through?
"It's hard to say." Sheeran tilted her head and thought while opening the door, "It seems that in addition to the calmness before, she has a little more confidence, or is she confident or something?"

"Oh."

Sheeran finally smiled softly: "You are stupid."

The door opened, and Fanning changed into his usual white slippers with ease, took off his black dress coat and hung it on the hanger in the living room.

The walls around the living room are covered with vine-like embossed embossed wallpaper, the sofa is covered with black velvet blankets, and there are two sets of colorful oak coffee tables in the middle.On the slightly higher circular steps in the room, there is a black seven-foot grand piano. Behind the piano is a large floor-to-ceiling window, and you can see the small greenhouse in the garden outside.

Of course, Fanning's residence is much better, but in the class of professors, Mr. Anton is definitely not a person who pursues the quality of life. Except for repairs and gardening, the daily life is done by him and Xilan himself. reason.

Fanning continued to light the fireplace with ease, and after the house got a little warmer, the two of them did a thorough cleaning. The two-story villa took six or seven hours.

Later in the kitchen, Sheeran tossed a few back ribs and ribs onto the grill, sprinkled them with salt and pepper, and cooked a big plate of Lydian macaroni, topped with melted cheese and cream.Fanning stirs a pot of milk, flour and sesame oil mixture, beats in two raw egg yolks, pours in a small half bottle of Vafran black beer, foams and beats it well, and wraps it in a fish that has been chopped off the head and tail, deboned and powdered Top and bottom pan-fry until golden on both sides, making a simple plate of fish and chips.

Finally, the turnip and carrot stewed ham soup was served together. The two sat facing each other and had a homely but serious dinner.

After Fan Ning finished washing, he changed into the pajamas he always kept at the teacher's house, and played the piano in the warm living room - the 900th anniversary of the new calendar of the Ketisibio brand. Professor Anton liked it very much. Crisp and bright tone in the high range.

Sheeran came out of the bathroom, wearing a knee-length violet cotton nightgown, stepping off the slippers with bare feet, and crawled onto the sofa blanket closest to the piano.

She leaned on the sofa, folded her legs, rested her cheeks, and listened intently to Fanning playing the piano.

It took Fanning more than an hour to play all the movements of Anton Konard's Piano Sonata Nos. [-], [-] and [-] in sequence.

Only then did Sheeran speak softly, "Caroun, I never thought you'd finished practicing all of Dad's last three late works."

"Yes, I have always wanted to record a set of the complete works of Anton's piano sonatas, but my level is limited." Fan Ning shook his slightly tired arm and wrist.

"I think you play very well, Callon."

"Thank you." Fan Ning smiled at her, "However, the recording and publishing of records cannot have so many flaws, and a lot of technical difficulties must be overcome one by one... Those market music can be as short as two or three years, and as long as [-] or [-] years. It’s different, once serious music is released, it needs to be permanently responsible to the audience and art history, and it may take many years of practice before I can find the right time.”

Xilan looked at the door leading to the study from the living room, then looked in the direction of his father's bedroom on the second floor, and said quietly: "Caroun, I can't help but think that my father is actually still there. Meng, he is still at home, and he will come out of the study in his ragged pajamas later, comment on your performance just now, or come down the stairs on the second floor, saying that it is getting late anyway, you better not leave... I can't help but think about it."

Fanning sat in front of the piano, staring at his empty fingers on the keys.

After being silent for a while, he looked up at the little girl on the sofa: "Xilan, I think Teacher Anton is indeed still alive."

He looked into Sheeran's eyes and explained earnestly: "The artists who have left great works will live forever in another way. The works are his life and will. No matter when and where people are, as long as they play When it comes to his music, he can feel it and even resonate with people's soul."

Sheeran still frowned, but nodded obediently.

"It's getting late, go to sleep." Fan Ning withdrew his hands from the keys.

"I want to listen to one more." Sheeran yawned and patted her small mouth with her hands.

"Okay." Fanning shook his head helplessly, put his hand back on the keyboard, and played Tchaikovsky's "Barchante".

The slightly ups and downs of the cool accompaniment sounded, and the song-like melody carried a hint of melancholy.

On the early summer river, which seems as cool as night and water, a lonely boat is slowly swayed into the distance.

Hiran listened to it in a daze.

"Did you write it recently, and what's it called?"

"That's right, I call it "Boat Song"."

"I like it."

The two went up to the second floor, and after saying good night to each other, Fanning closed the door for Sheeran, and emphasized again that if you encounter any abnormal situation or feel unwell at night, you must wake yourself up.

He took off his necklace after lying down in the next room, which was only separated by a cloakroom on the first floor.

Although this art museum key has a peculiar function, I still can't see anything special about it.

The light gold subtitles in front of me have just finished playing "The Boat Song", and they have been upgraded from [390/100] to [395/100].

He threw the keys beside the pillow, turned off the lights and closed his eyes.

Fanning had a dream of which she was at first unaware.

He was walking side by side with a boy on the foggy street, probably in the area of ​​Knights Square on Green Peacock Street near the school.

The boy was rather stocky and lacked information about his clothes and appearance, but Fanning knew that he was Lou Adair, the leader of the second group of the music school, the son of a railway tycoon, who had met him at the funeral. Timpani of the Symphony Orchestra.

The two were chatting some logically disordered words in the dim street.

Fanning shared his experience of growing mushrooms in violas with gin, information about blimp jumpers watching performances, and comments on the styles of tunic skirts worn by girls today.

During this period, Lou Adair retorted him fiercely, insisting that he was just a timpani stick, and said that he would capture a fire-breathing dragon in King Louis' kitchen to prove his point.

While chatting, the shape of the museum key suddenly appeared in Fanning's consciousness.

He reached into his chest and found the necklace he'd been wearing in real life.

So he managed to realize that he was dreaming.

He suddenly felt something, and made a strange joke: "Captain Adair, do you think we will talk about this dream when we meet in reality? Or is it just my own dream?" , not actually a shared memory?"

In the dream, the upper part of Lu's face became clear, and his eyes became clear.

He looked at Fan Ning in surprise, and then at the smoky streets around him, suddenly staggered and half of his body fell into the ground.

Fan Ning stretched out his right hand, trying to pull, and the almost invisible golden thread wound out, making Lu stand still again.

"Not good!" After giving a helping hand, Fan Ning immediately felt his spirit burning violently, and he was about to run out of inspiration, lose consciousness, and fall out of a lucid dream.

At this moment, the key hanging on his chest in the dream began to heat up, and brilliant light spots gathered towards him from all directions.

Among them was a more turbulent torrent, which turned out to come from a sewer manhole cover on the side of the street. Fan Ning felt that under the manhole cover was the edge of the astral world, the entrance of the shift.

At this moment, Fan Ning felt that his poor shallow inspiration was being consumed as quickly as a sluice was opened.

But on the other hand, because of the mutation of the key, inspirations from all directions are replenishing at a faster speed.

As a result, he maintained Lu's sobriety, and was miraculously stress-free.

"Key? What happened to the key?" Fan Ning almost exclaimed in the dream.

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