musicians of old

Chapter 324 The First Movement: The Poem of Awakening (1): Prelude
I fell asleep this time.
So heavy, so bewildered.
Fanning woke up slowly from the auditorium, his head tilted to one side, almost parallel to his shoulders.

The pain in the neck was like cement potting, and it took a long time to raise his head with difficulty.

Vision is dim and blurred.

With a few faint green light sources in the distance, he could barely see the stage facing him in front of him.

There is also a row of flower pots in the front of the stage, a few chairs and music stands further in, and a grand piano on the side.

The black outline of the object is shrouded in a dull green.

"2 hours drive. City center to urban-rural interface. Chamber music concert by Bach."

The first round of things jumped out of Fanning's mind, and then he sensed something was wrong and shook his head.

"Symphony No. [-], Symphony No. [-]...Office of the Director of Turner Art Hall...The faces and figures of the companions...The ruins of the 'Great Court School' about to collapse..."

Another set of very different things comes to mind.

The concert hall is dim and spacious, and his body is a little weak, which doesn't affect his actions very much.

But this place? ...

Did I fall into the return passage of the invisible well, or... lost consciousness while listening to a Bach chamber music concert?
Fan Ning felt a cloud of ignorance wrapped in his mind, and he couldn't tell the difference for a while.

There is something wrapped around the wrist of his left hand, and there is a playlist on his lower abdomen, but when he reaches out to touch his chest, there is no key hanging from it.

He picked up the playlist in hesitation and slowly got up, and subconsciously made the same movements as a year or two ago, fumbling in the pockets all over his body.

The phone was quickly found.

There is no special text message, the battery is 1%, and the time is 23:30, which is more than an hour before the end of the concert.

A bunch of DingTalk work news shows that the boss still doesn't forget to gank the employees crazy on the single holiday of 996.

Fanning frowned, swiped down the phone's control panel, and turned on the flash.

The stage is illuminated as a small area of ​​incandescent light.

The grand piano was moved to the side after the performance, and the key cover and top cover were closed.

Holding the light and scanning left and right, no distorted human silhouette was found.

"It's not possible to go back to the past moment in the teaching concert hall of Saint Lenia University... Could it be that some unknown errors occurred in the reentry channel at the end, neither the positioning of the paint nor the positioning of the fetal membrane, but sent me to another place. In a certain concert hall? I just don’t know if it’s still within the range of Uvransel, and I don’t know if the people in the special inspection hall are on the same trajectory as me..."

"Of course, it doesn't rule out that it landed in a symphony hall somewhere in the Southern Continent..."

"But why those weird text messages disappeared..."

Fan Ning looked around vigilantly, his vision was still dim and blurred, as if his spiritual sense hadn't had any effect.

He tried to simulate the "sense of delineation", "sense of connection" and "sense of pulling" in his mind, but there was no movement, and he waved at a flower pot, but there was still no movement. Finally, his expression changed. Variety.

I can't use the invisible power of "candle" and "key" by myself!
The light on the phone screen dimmed, and Fanning glanced to the upper left of it.

This time, he froze in place.

The signal is full, and the name of the operator is impressively visible!
"Ding ding dong dong..."

The power off bell sounds.

A great sense of absurd jokes hit Fanning.

After a long time, he moved his body from the stage step by step, and walked along the wall to the passage by the faint green light source.

Then, he gradually saw the sign above his head.

"Safe exit/Exit"

He didn't stop, his hand touched something like a door gate in the dark, and then pushed it open.

"Ah, why is there still someone who hasn't left!?"

"Boy, you scared me to death!"

The lights in the corridor of the concert hall are soft and bright, and the tiles on the floor are spotless. Two aunts in red cleaning clothes are stationed there with a flat mop, staring at their expressions from surprise to laughter.

Hearing the well-spoken Chinese and seeing the modern furnishings and clothing, Fan Ning checked some things over and over again in his mind.

He made sure that those mystical knowledge, those symphonies he wrote, those completely different ancient languages, as well as the people and things he met, were all vividly recognizable in his heart, coming and going freely.

In addition to doubts and uncertainties, he raised his sense of vigilance to the greatest extent, and then responded to the two cleaners with a dazed expression:
"I... fell asleep, I don't know why no one called me."

Then he walked out all the way and never looked back.

"What's the situation..." The aunt shook her head in confusion, "This young man can really sleep, he is the best sleeper I've ever seen while attending a concert."

Another kindly reminded: "Haven't you picked up your things? Hurry up and see if the person at the front desk is there, maybe it's still too late."

Fan Ning, who had already walked ten meters away, raised his left hand upon hearing this.

Wrapped around the wrist is a red rubber band.

"Reserve number plate: 607"

In the ticket hall, the crystal chandelier above the head has been turned off, and only a few fluorescent lights at the gate are on.

The limited light could not fill the huge space. Among the three female staff members in black uniforms, one was checking the switch with a flashlight, one was answering the phone, and the other was carrying a keychain to lock the door.

"Sorry, wait..." Fanning yelled, "I fell asleep, and the things haven't been taken yet."

After some normal communication, 3 minutes later, he put on his backpack and connected his mobile phone to a power bank.

"Ding--"

After the phone was restarted, a new DingTalk message popped up.

Working in large groups, the manager is @myself:

"It has been more than an hour since Mr. X sent the message, Fan Ning please explain quickly!"

Fan Ning held the phone in his hand and flipped through it.

The long message from the boss starts with employee gratitude education, focuses on the new week's work arrangement, and ends with his incisive value sharing.

To sum it up, "the more you talk about treatment, the narrower your mind is, and the more you talk about dedication, the higher your level will be."

The following is a sound of receipt and likes, mixed with the earlier "please all department managers urge everyone to accept and implement", it is hard to believe that this scene happened on a Sunday night outside the 996 working rhythm.

Various close-ups and long-term perspectives, reality and the Internet are intertwined...

Fanning felt more and more real, and more and more confused.

He thought about it carefully, then quickly touched the screen with two thumbs and typed:
"Sorry, Mr. Kaplan's matter is a bit sad, and I didn't pay attention for a while."

The boss's reaction was very reasonable. He ignored the question of "Who is Kaplan" because he didn't know it. Of course, he replied very quickly:
"If everyone is talking about personal affairs, leisure and relaxation when facing company affairs, they are always dragging their feet... Then what will our business look like?"

The manager continued to follow up @ himself behind the large group:

"This is not an example. Tomorrow morning, I will arrive at the unit half an hour early and prepare to report on the PPT."

All the details are true, and Fanning finds it more and more difficult to find out the real situation.

His eyes flickered, his expression remained unchanged, and his fingers continued to reply to the crowd, with an elegant posture like a pianist:

"I am your father."

　There is still a chapter not finished, and it will be updated at 11 o'clock during the day.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)