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"That's, that's..."

The black umbrella in Luna's hand fell into the sea of ​​flowers with a "snap".

"Approximately in the north of the city?" An Ye quickly stood up from the bushes of fox and white flowers, looked at the direction of Tia City in the distance and murmured, "Teacher, this is, yours"

Five seconds.

The peach-red beam that soared into the sky spread quickly.

Fan Ning felt as if a nuclear bomb had been detonated at that location, the earth was a drum, the sky was trembling, and countless brilliant knowledge or colors burst from the extremely squeezed state, dividing the time and space under the scorching sun into brilliant lines. spectrum, jumping joyfully from one beam to the next.

Luna and Ann only had time to stare and spit out a few words, but Fanning did not respond to them. The light and waves flooded the three of them and continued to extend backward.

"boom!--"

The consciousness in the skull and the revelation from the outside, the colors of the past and the colors of the new, collide, swirl, and merge with each other to form a vortex, completely submerging people's thoughts and passions, and even the mouth and nose can't breathe for a short time.

"Ok?"

After this unspeakable mysterious wind swept across the border, Fan Ning felt that everything in the awakened world had returned to the original normal, and everything was different again.

Midsummer is here, and the petals are falling all over the sky, blue, purple, goose yellow and pink, blowing all over the sky.

Fan Ning stretched out one hand and made a gesture of holding it up, pinching the petals that fell to the palm of his hand, as if he was trying to distinguish something.

what?
What's different?

Midsummer is here, and the hot wind blows from far away, bending the sea of ​​fox lilies in the distance, and like undulating waves, rushing to the ridges and high slopes in the wilderness, bringing the slightly raised aroma of wine, appetite, and warmth. He fell warmly and softly at the feet of the three of Fan Ning.

Maybe I have been looking at the painting for a long time, and now I have finally entered the painting, or in other words, the painting contains myself.

Maybe I've been wandering by the beach all this time, and now I'm finally out in the ocean, or rather, the waves have swept me.

wrong……

Maybe just like the dream test in the practice of dream control method, roaming in the astral world without knowing it, and finally becoming able to explore clear dreams with self-knowledge?
Maybe a little closer...

Fragments of enlightenment that have not been found before are revealed from creation. Bridges can be said to be built by themselves, and one island after another is connected. All closed or ignorant people, under this imminent mystery, can often unconsciously to become a speculative philosopher.

The Viern flying across the sea, the keepsake that records the musical notes, the "Prelude" in the new calendar 876...skull drilling surgery, the site of the Grand Court School, the reentry method...Professor Vincent and Anton in childhood, Sequence fragments and mysterious chords, museum keys and "Endless Fugue" road signs...

Midsummer is here, and the air is very hot. Fan Ning closed his eyes, but saw the pedestrians passing by in the city of Tia in the distance.Its pace began to speed up and then speed up again, the bright clothes were fading, and turned into gray scenes of old time and space, some were transparent phantoms, and some were like the hazy undercurrent in the night air, the two melted together like a shuttle Like flashed through his mind, with the sound of wind.

"Cranial trepanation is exactly what is labeled in the 'reentry method'?"

"Where, then, did he live?"

"Mysterious chords, whose unique artistic vocabulary?"

"Prelude, Prelude..."

Midsummer is here, and Fan Ning felt that he had caught several important threads in the ball of wool. When he opened his eyes again, the undulating curves of the sea of ​​flowers and the hillside seemed to have changed, and the next moment they returned to their original state.

"...But what I want to confirm is—" Ann finally spoke again.

In the changed world, her tone was a bit difficult: "Mr. Walter's fifth tour concert must be at night, not during the day, right teacher?"

Although, in strict probability, it is still possible that this is the rest of the feats performed by other people in other places.
But An and Luna took a peek at their teacher, seeing him standing leisurely in the rain of flowers, they felt that there must be no other accidents in this matter.

And what is more critical or surprising is——

"Sister, you are older than me. Have you ever seen the 'Fanghui Poet' wake up in the daytime in summer?" Luna was still standing there covering her mouth under the scorching sun.

In her mind it was nothing at all.

Because achieving the "Wake Up Song" requires music performances, and music performances with high quality levels and large-scale spiritual resonance generally take place in the evening concerts.

"There are some things in the experience of the previous generation." An made a thoughtful recollection, "In the middle of the last century, there were amazingly talented and famous singers before the finals, with their astonishing art songs. The new work has awakened, and I have absolute confidence in the "Song of Luckert" written by the teacher, but I will not be arrogant enough to think that my voice and piano accompaniment can reach this level."

"But this time?..."

She also stretched out her hands to hold it, letting those bright red petals fall into her palm.

"This time it's not a concert..." Luna took her words in a weak tone of bewilderment.

"No more umbrellas?" A shadow cast over the little girl's face.

"Thank you teacher." She lowered her head in thanks and took the handle of the umbrella from Fanning's hand.

"By the way! Teacher, you can try it first—" An's eyes lit up, she put down the scroll, took out a small cup from her backpack, and ran down the hillside quickly, beside the winding stream where the carriage was parked in the lower part of the field , bent down to scoop up a pool of spring water.

More than a minute later, when Fan Ning took the cup in her hand, what she smelled was a rich and mellow aroma.

In the midsummer of the Southern Kingdom after the Wake-up Wing is completed, there will be rain of flowers and nectar flowing, and the gifts will reach the peak of prosperity.

Then Ann walked up to Fanning and stood on tiptoe, putting a garland of fox lilies and primrose vines on his head.

"Teacher, should we go back?" she asked.

"Didn't we just come here?" Fan Ning shook out the smokeless fragrance from the cup, and tasted the longing and shy drunkenness.

"Ah, but...you should first accept the honor of the poet laureate of the year. In previous years, most of the first performances of new works were directed by the composer himself, and a small number of them were entrusted to conduct by others. Those who achieved the feat will be proved to be" Great', but regardless of the former or the latter, the main honor always goes to the composer... I guess the church, the royal family and the people are looking for you now."

"Sister, there seems to be something wrong?" Luna suddenly realized a problem, "According to the traditional customs of previous years, Fanghui Temple should choose the place where the poet laureate of the year achieved the 'Wake Up Song' as the final 'Flower Ceremony'. The place of celebration, now how do I feel that this custom stipulates that there is a loophole in it, as if there is something that has not been taken into account???"

"..." Ann was stunned when she heard this.

Yes, what's the situation this year?
The peach-colored light beam is rising from the direction of the Festival Hall in Tia. Mr. Walter, the permanent conductor of the Akobe Symphony Orchestra, has contributed a lot, and that's no problem.

However, my teacher is standing in the fox lily field dozens of miles away, blowing the wind!
"You should choose the place where the poet laureate of the year achieved the "Wake Up Song""—is this place the Festival Music Hall, or the Fox Lily Field?
...I swear, the ancestors of the Southern Kingdom who made the customs at the beginning must have never considered that there would be such a "big hearted" person.

Miss Nightingale suddenly felt that what happened today was becoming more and more unreal.

How can I go for a ride in another place and listen to the students tell me religious stories when my large-scale new work is being performed by others?

Although, it's not a performance but a rehearsal, but you don't care about the name "Wake Up Poem" at all, what is the situation!
What's the situation after arranging for a practice and then directly sorting out the accident! ?

Why is my teacher so indifferent!

Really like! ! !
Seeing the handsome young man with his clothes fluttering and nothing happening on his face, An shouted loudly in his heart.

"Teacher, what should we do now." Luna seemed to have a lot of sighs to express, but after much deliberation, she finally asked a pragmatic question again, "I think we should go and see what is going on with Mr. Walter now. Condition……"

"Put up a parasol, spread out a folding chair, and lay out a tablecloth." Fanning took another sip of the sweet wine in the stream.

"Huh?" The little girl was puzzled.

"It's almost dinner time."

"..."

The two had no choice but to run down the hillside again, ordering the accompanying coachman and hired workers to bring up the things that should be brought up.

After 10 minutes, two medium-sized white parasols blocked an oval-shaped shaded area. The floral tablecloth was spread out, and deck chairs, low stools and tables were put in place, and pastries, fruits and cold drinks were presented on them.

Ann and Luna, who finished all this work, were about to cut a small plate for the teacher, but found him sitting sideways on the recliner, writing something in his music book.

"Teacher?" Luna asked in a low voice.

"He said that the flowers in the field told him the second movement." Ann stretched out her hand to cover her mouth and reminded slightly.

"But, maybe they from Tia City will come here soon, if it happens to be the key point of the teacher's inspiration..." Luna naturally realized that this is something that cannot be disturbed.

However, it is also extremely important to award the annual poet laureate!That was something Archbishop Mr. Fields and Queen Eleanor needed to arrive at the scene in person to complete, and he didn't know how to receive and handle it at all.

"We can only ask them to wait first?" Ann said, "It doesn't matter, Mr. Walter will definitely come with him."

"Yes!" Luna's eyes lit up, "We are too young and inexperienced, he will know how to deal with it!"

Walter didn't know what to do with it.

The current situation in the rehearsal hall is really hard to describe.

The ground is covered with blanket-like petals; inside the door, there are conductors, musicians, and six or seven auditioners with dazed faces; outside the door, is the archbishop wearing a crown, the queen of Tia City covered in jewels, and the chief of the Special Inspection Office VIPs, as well as the head of the hospital submerged in the crowd in the corridor.

As if there was a secret barrier, the two groups of people stared at each other for several minutes with the door as the boundary.

When they first noticed the visions and wonders, the first person to react and take action must be the hospital with a geographical advantage.

This year, "Song of Awakening" took place in the Festival Concert Hall again, and was created by the United Principality Festival Orchestra. It is definitely not the first time that the troupe ranked seventh, this honor has been won, but there are many venues or groups with the same competitiveness. For example, the National Opera House's famous singer final scene is a big competition point. In secret rivalry.

Everyone's first reaction was to rush from the office area to the symphony hall.

Then seeing the empty, pitch-black hall with no lights on, everyone froze for a moment, then quickly reacted.

That's not right, it's past ten o'clock in the morning, where's the concert! ?

If it's not a concert then what is it?
In fact, things are a bit beyond the scope of human comprehension at this stage.

Immediately, someone in the crowd shouted "rehearsal hall".

This reminder made everyone go straight to the lower floor, and the music director Senesino kicked open the door of the No. 1 rehearsal hall.

He probably saw a few voice chiefs, who might have been leading their subordinates to do some training, but now they stood there dumbfounded and looked at him.

What's the situation, it's not your own group?

That's right, your troupe hasn't performed in the past few days?

The method of elimination is still easy to do. The group of people immediately went around in a circle and went straight to the medium-sized rehearsal hall No. 1, wanting to see what happened to the Akobi Symphony Orchestra and Walter conductor on the guest side.

This place is a bit crowded when there are too many people, but when Senessino led his men to push the door again, the group of people were completely dumbfounded.

Why is there sound?How are you playing?
Hold!To hell, to hell, to hell! ! !
It’s fine to realize the “Song of Awakening” during rehearsal, and it’s fine to realize it with a top-notch professional band. What does it mean to realize it before your fucking song is finished? ? ?
Basic etiquette, when others are rehearsing or playing music, don't disturb them without permission.

So this group of people just glanced at it, then closed the door leaving a gap, and stood outside the door to wait.

By waiting, all the people who should come are waiting.

It's been about 20 minutes, and the song hasn't been finished yet.

There were more people in the corridor, and it took more than 30 minutes for the show to finish.

So they discovered that it was not "waking up before the end of the song", but to be precise, "waking up just after playing an introduction".

The cognitive collapse rate is close to [-]%.

No. 40 minutes of waiting at the beginning, and the sixth 7 minutes of staring at each other after the performance.

Archbishop Fields of Fanghui Temple spoke in a difficult tone:

"Well, respected Mr. Scheler, why don't you let other people prepare related matters first, and let's find a spacious place to talk?"

As a result, Walter on the podium was full of doubts when he heard the words, and stared at the faces of the musicians and superiors worriedly for a few times:
"Is there a possibility that my teacher is not here?"