musicians of old

Chapter 3 Resonance and the Key

Fan Ning frowned, endured the illusory whispers in his ears, and walked quickly on the campus.

Sheeran followed closely behind.

After a few minutes of walking, the two of them ran into a man wearing a neat black dress and holding a book of music in front of the elegant white arch of the Conservatory of Music.

"Hello, Cousin Sheeran. Oh, isn't this Director Fanning?"

Fanning saw something wrong in his smile
My father has been missing for three years, and the Turner Museum of Art has long since closed down. Is it okay for you to call me that now?
"Hello, Team Leader Cecil, I need to ask for leave for the grade group meeting later. Professor Anton Cornell has passed away. We have a lot of things to deal with."

Fanning didn't bother to pay attention to these words at first, but he needed to ask Cecil for leave today.

As a representative aristocratic public school, Saint Lenia University attaches great importance to the cultivation of a gentleman's character, requiring students to strictly observe discipline, pay attention to etiquette, and pay attention to words and deeds. At the same time, students are given greater self-management authority: between high and low grades, or Between "Outstanding" and "Ordinary".
Ram Cecil is a standout, administrator, and year group leader for the fourth-year composition program.

The original owner is clearly the "administered".

The art system in this world "emphasizes inspiration and despise theory", and the status of musicology majors is inherently embarrassing. The vast majority of students come from the middle class that can barely meet the entry threshold, and they don't have the kind of rich, money-burning performances of aristocratic families. Or creative practice conditions.

Neither has superb instrument performance skills, nor can he write any decent works.

Hearing that Fanning asked for leave, Cecil put away his smile: "I know the matter. Sheeran is my cousin. I feel more regretful about Professor Anton than you. But the group will involve the work selection contest of this year's graduation concert. , I can't approve your leave, please attend on time."

...?
Fanning was a little suspicious that he had heard it wrong.

Everyone is going to die, who is in the mood to prepare for the graduation concert...

Cecil saw that Fan Ning didn't speak for a while, and changed his tone of earnestness: "Although you can't produce anything decent, it is a rare learning opportunity after all. Professor Anton's funeral doesn't need you to worry too much."

He looked at Xilan again, "Cousin, if you have any difficulties, this side will help you. After the funeral, there will be no one living there, and it happens that my aunt hasn't seen you for a long time... By the way, don't you like it?" Violin? I'm writing a symphony for the graduation concert, I'll take you with me after the rehearsal, it's always good to adjust my mood..."

"For the funeral, the school will send someone to take care of the funeral, thank you." Sheeran responded politely.

At this moment, Fan Ning suddenly felt a move in his heart.

The music of this world has developed to the mature stage of romanticism, which is similar to the era when composers such as Chopin, Liszt and Tchaikovsky were alive in the 19th century.

But the immortal works of those music masters in the previous life are not available in this world!

If I "learn" one or two songs later in the work selection contest, it will be a blow to these students' dimensionality reduction on the one hand, and on the other hand, wouldn't it just confirm the way that the mysterious text message reminded me?

So the corner of Fan Ning's mouth finally raised an arc: "Team leader, I understand the work selection contest. I will attend the group meeting on time later, thank you for reminding me."

"Carolne Fan Ning, thank you for your cooperation." Cecil's overtures to his cousin were met with silence, and seeing Fan Ning subdued, his face relaxed a little.

Unexpectedly, Fan Ning's next sentence made his face completely collapse in an instant:

"However. Teacher Anton's matter really has nothing to do with you, team leader, as long as one or two people from your family can come to the funeral, I will thank you on Xilan's behalf."

Teacher Anton's family has long since declined, and he is only a marginalized professor at school. Only the original owner, a student who also likes to study unpopular ancient music, has a close relationship with him.

Fanning is very clear about the motives of this distant relative in front of him.

"Okay, okay, okay." Cecil narrowed his eyes and said three good words, then left with the next sentence:
"Now is the critical stage of my graduation concert creation, so I don't bother to pay attention to you. Fanning, if you don't want to regret it later, I advise you to do it yourself."

"Everything is boring." Fanning didn't care, and continued to walk forward.

"Caron, I'm not afraid of him, but you don't need to confront him head-on." Sheeran rushed up and said softly.

The identity of the grade leader of Saint Lenia University is very high, which is a double proof of family background and personal strength. Usually, the principal position is selected from the senior students, and the deputy position is generated from the junior students. administrative privileges.

"It's okay, Sheeran, I asked him for leave according to the procedure, because I abide by the school's code of conduct and respect the school's team leader system."

My current situation is indeed very unclear, and I shouldn't make enemies needlessly, but some people have too impure thoughts in their minds, and even plot against the little girl, so just hate them.

The two then walked into the conservatory.

Fanning took off his top hat, handed Sheeran a piece of cleaning paper for the door, and leaned over to wipe off the dust and mud on his leather shoes.

Holding on to the handrail of the spiral staircase, which is as white as jade, he climbed up to the second floor step by step, and the sounds of various musical instruments echoed in the corridor.

They found a small piano room of five or six square meters, and the two sat down in front of the piano. Fan Ning put down his top hat, leaned on his cane, and returned the satchel to the girl next to him.

Sheeran covered her head with one hand, her expression was particularly bad, but she still thanked him softly, and took out a milky white envelope and a thick and large leather loose-leaf notebook from her bag.

"Teacher Anton's letter, and research notes?"

Fanning looked at the milky white envelope in Sheeran's hand, on which was written "From Carolne Van Ning" in small letters.

He is also familiar with this cowhide book. It always appears on Mr. Anton's piano music stand, office or desk at home, and is used to record manuscripts, research results and important transcriptions.

After he took them, he temporarily placed them next to the piano bench.

Then opened the piano cover: "Xiran, let me play a piece of music for you first."

"Caroun, I feel uncomfortable..." The girl sitting beside her had a painful expression on her face. She rested her smooth forehead on the back of her hand and leaned over to the side of the high register of the piano.

Fan Ning comforted: "Wait for a while, it will be fine soon."

In fact, he had no idea.

I also endured the discomfort of illusory whispers, and put my hands on the keys.

He played a short, beautiful, and popular rondo in his previous life - Beethoven's "For Alice".

The beautiful theme with half-tones is played from the fingertips, simple and friendly, and the decomposed chords alternately with both hands flow in the piano room like water waves.

About halfway through the performance, Fanning noticed to his amazement that he seemed to have formed an inspirational connection with Sheeran.

Like a strange invisible thread!

No, not just one beam, but more than a dozen beams passing through the surrounding walls, which seemed to come from other people who heard the sound of the piano, but it was weaker.

The nature of this thread seems to be not "transmission" or "collection", but some kind of "sharing" or "resonance"!
He felt that some kind of "soul" or "spiritual" category of his own seemed to have become stronger and more stable, and those illusory whispers had become inaudible.

After the performance, the pale golden subtitle [0/100] finally changed!
There are many indistinct characters floating in around.

First +2, then a series of +0.1, +0.1, +0.1...

Finally the subtitles changed to [3/100]!

The chest started to feel hot.

"Chest?" Fan Ning reached out and pressed himself, feeling the feeling of being pinched by a hard object, so he took out the thing that had been hanging inside.

On a silver necklace hung a small blackened key, rough carved in relief like a lance on one side.

The keys to my own Turner Museum?

Fanning turned it over again, and there was a small vertical bump on the other side, which looked more like the Arabic numeral 1.

Every time my father travels far away, I will keep the keys on my behalf and take them back when he returns.

But since the last parting, Fanning has never been able to take it off.

It has been three years, and because I am so familiar with the feeling of my skin, I often forget its existence.

"By the way, Sheeran, how do you feel?" He came back to his senses.

The girl sitting next to the piano looked at herself with her cheeks in her hands, but her expression still looked very uncomfortable.

Fanning thought for a while, took off his necklace, and took out his handkerchief to wipe it.

Then he stretched out his hands to wrap around the girl's neck, closed the necklace from behind, and threw the key from the front into the girl's chest.

"It's a little hot." Sheeran lowered her head, "Well... I seem to be really better."

This is strange, shouldn't this key be given by my father at random when the art museum opened more than ten years ago?

Fanning felt that things were shrouded in a thick fog, but at least there was a direction to explore, and she was no longer so anxious.

At least that text message alert was true.

Playing it yourself is naturally a form of "reproduction".

+2 from Sheeran who has a clear sound effect and listens carefully?
And those +0.1, are other people who can't hear very well through the wall, or have intermittent attention?
If this inference is correct.
There were at least a few hundred audience members in the auditorium for the preliminary round of the selection contest in the afternoon.

The progress of [3/100] is likely to be full directly!

"Thank you, and the new song you wrote is very nice." Sheeran thought that Fanning was staring at herself.

The little girl's cheeks were a little red, and she took the necklace off and returned it to Fanning.

Fan Ning smiled at her, then picked up the envelope that Teacher Anton had left for him, and opened the scarlet sealing wax on it.

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(End of this chapter)