musicians of old

Chapter 42 The Enlightenment of Mirrors and Water Waves
Under the dim light, the mirror surface sunk in the water basin is not very clear about the reflection of things.

In the oscillation of the water surface, fragments of various scenes are constantly arranged and combined, jumping and churning.

Joan squatted by the water basin and bowed her waist, clutching the hem of her skirt with one hand and covering the one-line neckline of her blouse with the other, she leaned her face close to the water surface to observe carefully.

"I can't see anything, it's too messy." Fan Ning, who was standing next to him, looked curiously, "But the reflections of these scenes are indeed not the surrounding scenes... This is a bit strange."

"Huh?~~~~~~??" Joan's voice was clear and ignorant, dragging on for a long time.

"Impossible, what's going on?"

"The investigation was wrong. Haven't these two seniors been here?"

"Or was it disturbed by some other factor?"

Joan talked to herself for a while, then stood up and looked at Fanning, her tone seemed a little tired, awkward, and aggrieved: "Caroun, I may have made a mistake somewhere, do you want to wait for me to try again?" once."

"You wait a moment." Fanning squatted beside the water basin.

He imagined the spherical inspiration "field" formed by the expansion of his three beams of light, enveloping the water and mirror in front of him with a richer and more viscous force.

The inspiration of the third-level sage was fully motivated, and under the rapid burning, the pale golden streamer in Fan Ning's eyes turned into an incandescent color.

He felt some clinging speck or layer over the bouncing fragments of the scene on the water's surface faded, dissolved, peeled off.

As the sparkling water surface oscillates, the man in the black dress in the mirror is playing the piano...

The camera cuts, and on the multi-tiered stage next to the piano, there are men and women standing and singing, wearing black dresses or white dresses, with sheet music unfolded in their hands...

The camera cuts, there are some people listening to the rehearsal sitting under the stage, there are only about [-] or [-] people, basically sitting in the first three rows...

The camera cut, the rehearsal ended, the men and women dispersed, some walked off the stage, and some audience members walked onto the stage, and everyone chatted with each other...

The camera cuts, the boys in black dresses and the girls in white dresses are sitting in the first row of the auditorium talking and laughing with each other, they even yawned and stretched their waists...

The camera cuts, and there are three or four people sitting in front of the piano to entertain themselves and play one after another. Because the clothes are relatively homogeneous, it is not sure whether the players who have rehearsed before are included, and a few others are watching and chatting beside the piano. Some people also left the stage...

The camera cuts, and the scene quickly turns dark, as if the lights of the concert hall have gone out.

Then a human face appeared.

An inexplicable gust of cooler wind blew past.

"I'll go." Fan Ning, who was squatting next to him, was so frightened that he almost sat down on the ground, and later found out that it was his own face.

Looking back at the candles on the altar, they were all extinguished.

Fanning was lost in thought.

Joan immediately began to tidy up the altar and clean up the items, looking very serious.

After a few minutes, she asked Fanning: "You were so serious later, did you see something?"

Fanning briefly recounted several scenes.

"Why I can't see clearly all the time, it's strange." Joan tilted her head and twirled her hair with her fingers, "Caroun, this trick of mine has been very effective before, really."

Fanning put on a rag and picked up the basin: "You may not have slept well recently, Joan."

"It's possible, I've eaten too many snacks lately." Joan pursed her mouth.

After returning all the objects, the two walked out of the music academy, and it was already dark.

"Why did you go to see me today?" Joan looked up at Fanning.

"Don't you want to go to the music salon of the Marchioness of McAdam next Saturday? So I'm going to ask you to rehearse a piece of music to perform at the salon, and I'll invite Sheeran as well."

"Yes, yes, which piece? Would you like me to play the flute for you?" Joan agreed with great pleasure.

"Not the flute." Fanning shook his head. "I'm writing a string quartet. You said last time that you also studied the violin. I want you to play the second violin and Sheeran to play the first violin."

"Wow, you wrote a complete, multi-movement serious chamber music work? Carlone, you are really interesting, you are worthy of being a young composer!" Joan's dark eyes were shining, "The viola What about the cellist?"

"You will know each other by then." Fan Ning said, "Come and meet with us after class tomorrow afternoon, and I will share the score with everyone first."

"Okay, where are we going?"

"Let's see which of the small chamber music halls in the Conservatory of Music can be used."

Joan rested her chin with her scallion-like fingers, and thought for a while: "That's right, we should have reserved Hall 4 for the whole day tomorrow, but under normal circumstances we don't rehearse until the evening, so why don't we go here?"

Fan Ning nodded: "This is the best, who did you learn Turangalian from?"

"Eh? You can tell, I learned it from Xilan, she and Uncle Anton both understand the language."

By the way, Mr. Anton has studied ancient languages, and Xilan is also a lover of history books... Fan Ning remembered this.

It seems that when I learn ancient languages ​​in the future, I don't need to look far away, I just don't know where Xilan's level is.

It should be more than enough to get yourself started, right?

Joan asked: "Do you have any thoughts on the scenes you saw in the ceremony just now?"

Fan Ning frowned and thought: "Some properties of the scenes have to be said to be similar, but we can indeed find similarities."

"First of all, the environment is in such a chamber music hall. They all gather first and then leave one after another. In addition to being on stage, the parties have also listened to performances in the audience."

"But these similarities are too general. There are no particularly noteworthy details. These are some scenes that easily appear in rehearsals, performances, and teaching activities..."

Joan nodded: "Do you feel that among these parties involved in this incident, you yourself are the most special one?"

"Of course, I'm still alive," Fanning said.

Because I have traveled through time, otherwise I would still be wearing a lab coat and moving bricks in the urban-rural junction.

"No, what's more, you met the accident on the spot, and they all had accidents after they went back, including Professor Anton."

Fan Ning nodded slightly: "Well, this is also a special point. But I think I need to go back to the scene I experienced at that time to find out if there is anything in common between the two, otherwise I am not intuitive enough to rely on memory."

Joan said, "Then shall we go there now?"

Fan Ning shook his head: "I can't go, Chamber Music Hall 1 is a public teaching venue, I can't get the key, and we can't do this ceremony during teaching hours, by the way, is there any time limit for it?"

Joan explained: "Of course, the closer the time is, the clearer it becomes. Within a week, the completeness and clarity will decline more gently, and then it will blur sharply, and finally only vague light and shadow or shape will remain."

"It's about four or five days now." Fan Ning counted, "I'll think of a way to see if there is a chance to arrange a ceremony in Hall 1. Let's do it today, thank you."

"You're welcome, composer, I look forward to your masterpiece tomorrow." Joan said goodbye to Fanning happily.

……

In the evening, Professor Anton's small villa, the living room on the first floor.

"Callon, I want to listen to Nieman's "Preludes"." Sheeran leaned on the sofa with a thick book in his arms, flipping through it.

"No time today." Fanning sat in front of the piano, but not facing the keyboard.

He scribbles on a mobile clipboard that hangs to his right.

From time to time, according to the content of memory, I turned around and tried and confirmed some fragments on the piano.

Two lines of treble clef for two violins, one line of alto clef for viola, one line of bass clef for cello, on the printed paper of string quartet score in groups of four, each note appears on the tip of Fanning's pen.

After picking up Sheeran in the evening, Fanning told her about the rehearsal, and she readily asked for leave of absence for all the recent evening classes.

In the elementary grammar school where the management system is quite strict, only a top student like her can do so smoothly.

"I'm going back to my room, good night." After reading for more than an hour, Xilan got up and went upstairs.

"It's the same as last night. Something abnormal called me. I'm in the living room tonight." Fanning stopped the pen in his hand.

"I can't figure out what to do."

"Sleep at ease, I can."

Although compared with yesterday, the spatial positions of the two are farther apart.

But Fan Ning has enough confidence to detect the wind and grass. His intuition of inspiration is extremely sharp now. If there is an abnormal fluctuation in the phase, he will definitely wake up even in his sleep.

Rubbing his face and forehead, Fanning continued writing the string quartet well into the night.

After finishing the first two movements, he just lay on the sofa for several hours.

The next day, there are classes all day.

After escorting Sheeran, Fanning went to the Saint Lania Conservatory.

Even though he was writing late into the night yesterday, he still felt that he was in a very good state of mind.

Wearing formal attire and carrying a briefcase, he arrived at the auditorium [-] minutes earlier.

Today is the public course of the senior college. In the morning, it is "The History of Music Aesthetics Development", and in the afternoon, it is "Introduction to Music Teaching Method".

"There are quite a lot of people today, everyone came early."

Bright light, soft aromatherapy, clean wooden floor, spacious long black lacquered table.

Some people are already seated, and some are standing and chatting in groups.

"The atmosphere is a bit unusual today, no, what are you all staring at me for?"

After walking a few steps inside, Fanning suddenly felt something was wrong.

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