musicians of old

"Teacher, what you look like now reminds me of a poem you taught me a few days ago."

An put her arms on the backrest and looked sideways at Fan Ning, who was meditating on the railing in the night. She lightly touched the ground with her toes and bounced back, shaking the rattan chair under her.

"What poetry?" Fanning looked away from the place where the sea and the sky meet.

"My sister should be talking about the Janus poet in the 8th century of the new calendar." Luna said.

"It's Gray's song, that's right." Miss Nightingale brushed the hair on her forehead that was blown away by the sea breeze, "Well, maybe the timing is a little bit wrong, it's already very late at night..."

Before Fan Ning could express anything, Luna began to recite earnestly by herself:

"Evening bells end the day,
Cattle and sheep whizzing across the fields,
The farmer walks wearily home,

Only I and Twilight share this world equally. "

After hearing this, Fanning responded with a characteristic melancholy smile, and then sat back in his empty seat. The thick white parasol in the center of the seat had already been put away, and it looked like a building made of fine sand at night. Misty Spire.

"Luna only has one older sister, right?" He took the cool drink and chatted and asked.

"Teacher, why is this problem again?"

"Teacher, you have asked me many times during the three or four days of your return trip." Ann's eyebrows were curved into crescent moons, she didn't have any impatience, she just found it interesting and fun, "Do you still want to accept a cute and smart student? But there is only one Miss Nightingale in this world!"

Fan Ning smiled lightly and nodded several times:
"Let's talk about you guys."

"Us?" Luna asked in confusion.

"Okay! What do you want to talk about, teacher?" Miss Nightingale immediately sat down obediently and straightly.

"For Ann, it's still you."

...Recently, the teacher really cares about us.The girl blinked.

In the leisure time of the trip these days, Fan Ning, in addition to talking about humanities, poetry and art with them, also asked them about their experiences from childhood to adulthood, about the people and things that impressed them, and what they liked and what not to like.

It should be said that the past of the vast majority of people is trivial, ordinary, and not commendable. A good life is mediocre, and a miserable life has no extra meaning.

If the one or two years after the dramatic accident were removed from life, no matter whether it was the self on the blue star or the self in the old industrial world, it would inevitably be a calm stream with occasional splashes of water. The same is true for a rich lady from the Mixin Chamber of Commerce.

Fan Ning listened very carefully. From the perspective of better teaching, it is necessary to understand the students' experiences and personalities. In addition, there is another point...

They are all ordinary girls with past and present footprints, joys and sorrows, loves and dislikes, and independent personalities.

When I asked Joan that day, Joan replied "No fake" should be "No fake".

Fanning is always confirming it over and over again.

Ms. Nightingale is also very happy to tell the teacher everything about herself, but seventeen years of experience is really not that long. After several recent recounts, "the degree of integrity is too high". I have told Fanning about the "family fortune"...

"Teacher, I know your real purpose!" When her mouth was dry and her lips were dry, An took a big sip of herbal tea, and then suddenly realized.

"What's the real purpose?"

"You are collecting materials!"

"Materials?" Fan Ning laughed loudly, but doubts appeared on his face.

"Yeah." Miss Nightingale sighed and nodded confidently, "You wrote 'wake up', 'plants', and 'animals' in "A Summer Noon's Dream", and then 'people' must be next. ...so, you want to hear what we can tell you first!"

If it is written into such a piece of music, it sounds like a very dreamy and romantic thing.

Luna also nodded beside her.

"Little clever ghost." Fan Ning said "huh", somewhat noncommittal.

In fact, following the previous logic, "Humanity told me" was the title he thought of immediately, and the too erratic "The Lord of Witness told me" was instead the "waste inspiration" that came out later.

But he also has a kind of skepticism about "humans tell me".

Speaking from the recursive relationship, putting "human beings" after "plants" and "animals" does conform to the metaphorical meaning of "rising higher", but the key point is that starting from the fourth door is the "door of divinity". "!"
Can a movement describing human beings reveal "divinity"?The subconscious answer to this question is "no", but after thinking about it deeply, Fan Ning is still not sure.

"Then go ahead and 'tell me'." Fanning leaned back on the wicker chair with her chest in her arms.

"Almost told the teacher, except for the more private concerns, I am afraid that I will cross the line and offend."

"Then you try to ask me today?"

"Is that good? Any question?"

The sea breeze blew, and An's eyes reflected starlight, while Luna regretted that she was not active enough.

"Limit to one."

Fanning thought she would also be interested in Scheele's past, but she wasn't actually asking about the past:

"What is the teacher pursuing?..."

"I understand that the world is full of too many shortcomings. Every creature living in the mud wants to rise higher, but this is not specific enough. I am curious about what kind of pursuit is driving you. It will be at those key nodes. Decide where a person will go, I care about where you will be doing in the future."

Fanning tried to organize the language:

"Want to see the heights of art and let more people see things?"

When the girl was deep in thought, he asked in turn:
"Then what about you? Miss Nightingale, you are different from most southern girls in your age group. You obviously have a cheerful and enthusiastic personality, but you don't like to dress up, play and have fun, and you don't want to experience romance. Are singers of extraordinary importance to you?"

"right."

"What are you pursuing? Or, what is the reason why famous singers are so important to you?"

Ann frowned and thought for a long time. Fanning thought she was organizing a longer discussion, but in the end her answer was very simple, and her tone was somewhat uncertain:

"Because of restlessness?"

"How could it be?" Luna said in a very puzzled manner: "Sister, you are not as impetuous as your peers, and you can calm down and study singing, so you are so good!!"

"Why the restlessness?" Fanning felt a little curious.

"I don't feel like I can describe it well..." Miss Nightingale also felt that this inductive term was not accurate, and she continued to try to organize her words, "The feeling of being captured by an uneasy longing? It seems that it is some kind of longing, some kind of An attempt, or a desire to express..."

"The people around you are also restless, they all have it... They want to have all the attractive things, they want to love in the middle of summer, they want to kiss flowers, they want to talk about food, they want to cry and laugh out loud..."

"You do not want it?"

"Occasionally, I also think that the main reason is that the agitation often quickly turns into fear." Ann bit her lip, "I have felt this kind of fear in the dark night, unknown but devouring all hope, teacher last time The description in the Fox Lily Field is very appropriate: All flesh and blood are like grass, the flowers will wither and the grass will wither."

"But not all, some restlessness is not so, such as the 'passionate swirling colors and air currents' in the picture book, the 'walking all night and all night in the rose garden' in the poetry, and the 'sacredness that makes time homeless' in the music. The language', by the way, there is also the teacher yourself..."

"How did it come to me?" Fanning laughed dumbly.

An continued to carefully choose words and sentences:

"It's more appropriate to call this kind of restlessness longing, eternal and deep longing. If you are fascinated by it, sometimes you need to pay a painful price, but it will not make people feel afraid..."

After pondering for a moment, Fan Ning raised his head and said jokingly:

"These examples and descriptions you gave were all taught to you by me later, so the former Miss Nightingale is still a restless adolescent girl?"

"No!" An Li immediately denied it, but didn't know how to refute it.

After a while, she stepped on the edge of the wicker chair with her feet, curled her knees, pressed her chin, and recalled in a drawn-out tone:

"It was there before."

"...I will never forget a night a few years ago, when I was enjoying the cool outside the house in Mixin Country, the dull low cry from a cow, the pain from the darkest part of my soul deeply wounded me."

Doesn't the teacher want to know "what the human being told him"?Why is my sister talking about a cow to him?

Luna's face was full of bewilderment, but Fan Ning, who was toasting, stopped suddenly.

A deep...longing? ...From the pain and tragedy of the living beings to the introspection of the inner world of people...

What a more appropriate example of a metaphor than what I taught myself.

Maybe grasped something.

But is this related to "divinity"?

Looking at the girl who was embracing her knees opposite, Fan Ning's eyes flickered for a moment and then said:
"Miss Nightingale, maybe I will try to write a movement that you can sing, not this time, but later, I haven't figured out how to write it yet."

The surprise came quite suddenly, An's eyes blinked again and again, and before she could say anything, Fan Ning had already got up and stretched, and walked to the cabin below the deck.

She had to stand up with Luna and say good night quickly.

The two cabins that Fan Ning and his party booked were both "luxury" combination rooms priced at 5 pounds a night. He especially explained to the service staff that "I have a cleanliness habit" and asked them to clean the cabin to a very clean level.

The return to Tia City is imminent, and Joan's preparations are almost done tonight.

After a simple wash, Fanning returned to the spotless and tidy bedroom, completely sealed the entire room with a spiritual wall, and arranged and executed extremely cautious shelter-like secret rituals under Joan's leadership.

After he fell into the dream, he did not recite the "Endless Fugue" road sign prayer immediately, but first responded to the joint dream that Joan maintained with the power of the understanding person. Try to locate the location of the Church of Enlightenment.

"You still need to make some adequate psychological preparations." In a scene that looks like a cloud and a swing, Joan reminded Fanning who was sitting next to her.

"This is already the best time I have prepared for the secret ceremony."

The scene quickly tore and changed, and the clouds and mist were rendered golden. The two sneaked into the migration layer and sat directly on the edge of the church auditorium in a "seamless connection".

"……what is this!?"

Fan Ning, who hadn't understood what Joan said a moment ago, almost fell off the stage.

This time, apart from the colored windows on the walls, even the aisles of the rows of mahogany benches under the stage were covered with bloody footprints!

Don't dare to think about what happened before or now according to the situation.

"It's a little better than I expected." The girl in the purple skirt sitting next to her was very calm, "Since they still stay on some horrifying visual traces, it means that they haven't reached the step of 'living things'. It’s just that a small part of knowledge has been infected, I was prepared for the worst before, and felt that I might encounter some flesh and blood wriggling things...”

"It's always risky, why don't you communicate directly in your Lianmeng?" Fan Ning looked at her repeatedly, feeling a lot more at ease in his heart.

"Do you think I haven't thought about it?" Joan gave Fanning a look.

"I don't know why you can achieve such a small consumption of inspiration in this secret realm of shifting. With my current level of understanding, if I pull Xiran and Roy in later, I will insist on it at most." Two hundred breaths, converted into the passage of natural time, is about 15 minutes, there is no time to discuss the matter clearly, everyone has to fall out of a dream..."

Theoretically speaking, Lianmeng does not limit strength, and low-ranking knowledgeable people can do it, but it lasts for a second and a half.

"I don't know either," Fanning replied honestly.

He thought of the key to the art gallery, but he had tried various things before. The key was limited to supplementing the fast-consuming inspiration on the astral plane. When it came to the closed Church of Enlightenment, its concrete image could not attract the gathering of brilliance. In other normal moving areas, this key can't be visualized at all, everything is very puzzling.

"That day at St. Athene's Hospital, why did you feel so surprised when you heard that song?"

"Is there anything more special about it?"

"Your so-called 'impressionist technique' is not passed down from the master of Viern, is it? I probably sounded like that "Prelude" and your previous "Sea" are almost the same Something written by one person."

After Joan got to the point, Fan Ning shook his head and smiled wryly after asking three consecutive questions:

"You know how to appreciate music."

But then he realized a problem, and asked sternly, "Can you hear it? Didn't you also see the other retrospective scenes I 'saw'?"

Joan twirled the silver flute in her hand and shook her head:

"This is not."

"That's your private experience, it's just that the revelation of music is more resonant, and I can't observe other sensory media or forms."

"However, there seems to be something unexpected..." The girl in the purple skirt frowned, "There is only one scene where I can see something, it seems to be the jubilant moment at the end of a concert, the conductor-like person is The old organist, someone hugged him, his appearance was unclear, and he said a few words..."

Fan Ning's heart moved, didn't she mean the picture of "a lady with short red hair hugging and congratulating Viern"?
This is indeed a scene in the retrospective, and it was also mentioned in Viern's previous "monologue".

It was after the first performance of "Prelude to the Afternoon of the Faun" successfully achieved the "Song of Awakening".

Why can Joan see and hear some vague content of this scene?

"They said something else? What did they say?" Fanning captured another detail.

"Most of them turned into meaningless syllables like sleep talk in my ears. I wonder if there are any phrases. It seems that there is a..."

Joan's fingers hooked the ends of her hair, recalling seriously.

"It seems that there is one: the time of great auspiciousness."