musicians of old

"Can you please be quiet?"

A tall, thin man in a black tuxedo and white gloves took a step from the front of the line.

Although the voice was cold and low, it immediately interrupted everyone's discussion about Fan Ning.

This is the leader of the grade group of the Conservatory of Music, Muric, majoring in piano.

The School of Music divides students into three groups:
The first group is the public majors with a large proportion of piano, vocal music, and string music.

The second group is wind music and percussion music. There are fewer people in each discipline but many categories: flutes, clarinets, oboes, bassoons, French horns, tubas, trumpets, trombones, timpani, and triangles.

The first two groups are performance majors, and the third group includes musicology, composition, conducting, art management, etc.

Ram Cecil, who had met Fanning, was the leader of the third grade group and a leader in the composition department.

The leader of the group, Muritch, is a piano genius recognized by the academy and has made great achievements in the field of composition. He premiered his own "First Piano Concerto" at the New Year's Concert in his sophomore year. The student style, but people who can do this are rare in ten years.

"Didn't you just report the name of a large-scale work? Why are you losing your temper like this? Are there fewer people who come to try their luck every year?"

Muritch looked around the crowd coldly.

"Professors are coming soon, pay attention to your gentleman and lady etiquette."

The group leader Wei Xin, who is a piano genius, was very helpful, and the crowd was temporarily quiet.

"Carolne Van Ning, do you also want to write large-scale orchestral works?" A mellow and gentle voice suddenly came from behind Fan Ning.

"Hello, Dean!"

"Hi Professor Gould!"

"Dean, you came here early."

Including Fan Ning, everyone saluted one after another.

The short old man in front of him is Beren Gould, the dean of the Saint Lania Conservatory of Music. He has black hair, hale and hearty, bright eyes and always smiles.

"Yes, Dean, I want to write a symphony when I graduate." Fanning replied.

"Huh? Am I right?" Cecil seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world, "You want to write a symphony too?"

"Want to write a symphony at such a young age? Does he know how difficult it is? It starts with four movements and lasts at least forty minutes. It needs to be familiar with the functions and characteristics of all instruments. He thinks he has the talent of Master Gilles? "

"Even if you have this talent, you will be useless if you follow Professor Conor?"

Even though the dean was present, whispers behind him also came again.

Gould raised his hand to stop the discussion, and then said to Fanning: "The symphony is not that simple, but I am looking forward to it. Let's see your performance in the impromptu performance later."

"Thank you." Fanning bowed.

"Soon, I will be able to confirm that mysterious text message again." He thought to himself.

"And you will eventually understand that Professor Anton Konar is a great composer."

The registration queue soon arrived at Fanning. He picked up the top one of the stacked envelopes. The gray-black outside was delicate and thick, with the number 6 written in light-colored characters, and the opening was sealed with white wax.

Write your name and information on the registration form, then walk off the stage and look for a seat.

"Caron, here, here!"

Under the light of the dimly lit auditorium, a boy with curly hair in the back row, wearing a cotton shirt and a brand-new dark waistcoat leaned out half of his body.

Fan Ning squeezed out a smile, not wide but sincere: "Calvin, you arrived early today."

"Fortunately, I queued up early." Calvin raised the white envelope in his hand, "You are too daring to play, I don't have any hope of being selected when I write a piano piece, you write a symphony... I God, just thinking about the scene where I improvised on stage, my hands start to tremble..."

This is Fan Ning's roommate in the first and second grades. They have the same major, and they have a good relationship on weekdays.

Saint Lenia University has long implemented a compulsory boarding system with simple accommodation conditions, advocating the cultivation of a diligent and simple gentleman.This system was optimized ten years ago, and boarding was limited to the first two years, and it was reformed together with the smooth admission channel for women.

After Fan Ning took a seat beside him, Calvin lowered his voice again: "By the way, I heard about Professor Anton Cornell."

"Many people already know about it. I think the obituary will be published tomorrow morning." Fanning's voice was very calm.

"I am deeply sorry and sad." Calvin obviously knew the relationship between Fan Ning and Professor Anton, "Even if they are not musicology majors, most of them have studied his "General History of Music in the Western Continent" and "Introduction to the Evolution of Playing Styles" "" "Introduction to the Evolution of Composition Techniques" and other courses, in the eyes of ordinary people, Professor Anton is rigid and pedantic, but I admire his erudition and gentlemanly demeanor very much. I also want to see him at the funeral for the last time."

"Thank you, Calvin." Fanning put his top hat on his lap and stabilized his cane. "Let me ask you, have you heard that some of your classmates had accidents?"

"Of course I know! There are two of them? I don't know about the other one, but Furkan Harvey is from the piano department of our college. It's too scary. Tell me, what can you see to force yourself to go against your biological structure? Go into the piano? Or is there some indescribable external force?"

Mentioning this incident, Calvin was obviously quite frightened.

"Is it two people?" Fanning asked again.

"It's two, they are both classmates in the same school. If there are other people involved in such a big matter, even if we don't know the details, it's impossible for us to have no news at all."

Fan Ning wondered secretly: "Then what happened to the two silhouettes of people I saw on the stage when I just crossed over? Could it be that they were not dead people, or at least not the two classmates I communicated with after class?" ?”

If there is such a possibility, his psychological burden will be at least a little lighter.

"It's three to be precise, alas, and Teacher Anton." Seeing that Fan Ning remained silent, Calvin added.

"By the way, Carlon, there seems to be rumors that their deaths are somehow related. Don't you often discuss music with Mr. Anton? Be careful recently."

Then he looked at Fanning worriedly.

Fan Ning sighed and wanted to talk about something else: "Your cane looks very valuable. Hey, what have you been up to for more than a month?"

"I found a part-time job." Calvin was heartless and answered whatever he wanted.

"Oh? Where? How is the treatment?"

"You are unimaginably good. Four days a week, easy work, only 3-4 hours a day, I can now receive a weekly salary of about 3.5 pounds, and if the performance is good in the future, it may even exceed 4 pounds 5 pounds."

"Working part-time as a student is enough to guarantee the quality of my daily life and even maintain decent social expenses. Hey, but the details are confidential, and I have signed an agreement with the employer." Speaking of this, he looked mysterious again.

Hearing this description, Fan Ning looked strange.

Brother, after you figured it out, you have engaged in some kind of "I don't want to fight anymore" career, right? ?

At this moment, all the gas lamps on the walls around the auditorium were turned on, and the three sets of chandeliers on the ceiling were lit up at the same time—the latter used the latest electric lighting technology, and hundreds of complex crystal arrays complemented each other, making the originally dim The hall presents a resplendent effect.

The focus of Fanning's sight fell on the nine-foot black Boethius piano in the center of the stage light.

Really, a behemoth that can't be moved away, violent and graceful, deep and aggressive...

so gorgeous.

Like the Steinway piano on the Blue Star.

Regardless of past and present lives, they are all physical products that Fan Ning is most obsessed with, none of them.

His fingertips brushed over the black envelope containing the test questions, and he had already started to wonder what test questions he would improvise later, and what he would pop up.