musicians of old

Chapter 608 Last Words

In the courtyard behind the Turner Hall, in a deep corner where flowers are in full bloom, raindrops patter on the branches.

Now, just like then. No matter the weather, or anything else.

More than a dozen gentlemen and ladies were walking, and more reporters followed closely. Pairs of leather shoes and high heels rolled through the mud, passing through the railings, flowers and lawn paths.

In front of the white marble base, trees and stone sculptures perfectly divide the view, and exotic flowers and plants bloom in the stepped flower beds.

Next to it is a clear water pond full of lotus flowers. Further back, through the branches, you can vaguely see a small stone road leading to the back mountain.

“Remember to come and listen to the premiere.”

"I will definitely come, there is no doubt about it."

"Remember to come and listen." After chatting for a while, he still said this.

The hair on the back of his head stood up like dead grass in the wheelchair, and his right hand was raised in a gesture similar to OK.

When I closed my eyes and opened them again, the lobby of the sanatorium building was empty in the twilight.

Fanning took off his hat with water droplets dripping from it and stared at the black and white photo frame in front of the tombstone.

Caplan is wearing high-end gold-rimmed glasses, a straight tie, a valuable fountain pen, and papers covered with calculators and charts. He sits at a large desk and smiles at the camera, looking like a business elite.

Fanning didn't bring any flowers, so no one else gave any flowers.

Only Olga was bending over to wipe the spots on the monument made by rain and mud.

The inscription on the tombstone, the composer's personal inscription, gradually became clear again:

"You were struck down with a club, and you flew high on the wings of angels."

After all, the occasion today is different in nature from that of the burial day. As for the fans who wanted to follow and the media who were eager to report, they did not inhumanely "decline" them all as they did that day. Instead, they just drew a few "order lines" between the tree trunks in the distance.

Their hands and equipment were stretched out over the "line of order".

Epitaphs are one of the focuses of his lens.

Fanning stood there for a very long time, his mind trying to explore other time and space, different from the present time and space but with mystical connections.

A certain resonance, mirror, echo or testimony may be special or time-limited and may soon disappear.

This is a way of thinking that has come easily since Fanning emerged from the anomalous zone, and it feels like dragging pieces of a puzzle across a drifting river.

Strictly speaking, from the moment of dawn on July 914, 7, the day of the premiere, everything that happened in this city and this hall was severed from Fanning.

——He knew nothing and had seen nothing. All he knew was what he had been told, read in reports, or heard from others.

Whether it is the troubadour poet Scheele or the priest Lavoisier, they are all characters who have drifted to another time and space.

There are two breaking points in this split.

The first one was with Kaplun, who replaced him in the premiere of "Resurrection".

The second is Fanning himself who has returned and is standing in front of Kaplun's tombstone.

The camera shutter sounds continued.

"What were his last words?" Fanning asked after a long moment.

"Last words?" The people behind him were recalling rapidly.

Xilan sighed: "It seems not. He didn't have time to say anything more on the podium."

"From this point on, the last words also count." Fan Ning suddenly turned his attention to another person, "Does Sir Owen know?"

"I wasn't there at the time." Irving, who had been standing silently on the side, responded indifferently.

"Oh, so you came here later." Fan Ning acted as if he was surprised.

"." Owen's mind suddenly flashed back to the scene of the two men confronting each other at the ruins of the "Grand Court School", and he heard the hidden meaning in the other party's words.

Fortunately, Olga's answer at the next moment temporarily eased the situation:

"He said, 'I, as permanent conductor of the old symphony orchestra, declare that the performance will go on as scheduled.'"

"Will the performance go on as scheduled?" Fan Ning nodded slightly.

"I see."

Fanning turned around with a deep breath.

"Then the performance will go on as scheduled. I have to go back to the conductor's lounge to make some adjustments in the last half hour. Excuse me, everyone."

"No, no." The guests responded politely.

"Welcome back, see you in the hall later." "Please do as you please."

The crowd began to move again.

At a certain moment when they were close to the "line of order" drawn by the tree trunk, a reporter's question floated out from the crowded crowd of fans:

"Conductor Fanning, what are your expectations for this 'return concert'? - I mean, beyond the purpose of 'return' itself."

"Get something that's supposed to be gotten."

"Should I get it?" The other party was puzzled.

"Or claim it?" Fanning didn't look back.

Inside the brightly lit and magnificent symphony hall.

"You seemed to have been a little frustrated just now?" Laxus leisurely flipped through the music guide book in his hand.

"For a few seconds, I did think so, but it was only a few seconds."

Owen closed his eyes and rested, his emotions have calmed down.

"Your preaching face is always annoying, as if if I make some low-level fools in the spotlight, you will get some low-level pleasure in return. However, they all call it the "authority", right? Then, the authority and leadership of the "authority" have their own way of manifestation, and our Commander Fanning will soon feel it."

The two were sitting on the left and right of the VIP area, but they were not sitting next to each other. There was a seat between them.

This seat has never been occupied, at least in the eyes of the audience.

It looked as if the ticket purchaser was delayed by something else and did not come, nor did he transfer the ticket.

The applause has begun, and the musicians and choir members have begun to enter the venue.

"So now, you have quickly adjusted your mindset again?" Laxus smiled. "Sir Owen, it seems that at least I did a good job of psychological work that day."

The string band musicians gradually extended to the edge of the stage, the wind band's instruments shining with gold and silver ran through the entire orchestra, the percussionists stood in a row, and the choir members in black and white dresses sat in four rows of twenty lines under the golden organ.

"Look at these people, haha, they are amazing, right? As masters of understanding, you and I know that these artists may not be able to withstand even a collision with a chariot, but when they are arranged in different parts in a posture ready to play, a certain invisible sense of sublimity envelops you and me, and even has a real and profound impact on the spirituality, as if they are preparing for some kind of ancient ritual of a high status."

Otherwise, on what basis can “art” influence the spread of abnormal areas?

Laxus, who is also a "Forging Lion"-level musician, smiled faintly and stroked the playlist with emotion.

Owen did not respond, but stared at the stage coldly.

“Hua La. La.”

“Hua La La La La La!! —”

Scattered applause suddenly broke out, and then triggered a more intense group of applause, and for a moment it was like a storm passing through.

Some of the audience, including the two of them, habitually looked towards the entrance for performers and staff on the left side of the stage.

But they found that the rest of the people's attention was not focused on the stage, but on the aisles.

Fanning, wearing a dark black tuxedo, stood up from a seat somewhere in the audience and walked along the aisle towards the stage!

Not only did the ordinary audience members not notice, the investigators who were seated separately did not notice, even the nearly ten masters from official organizations in the hall did not notice that Fanning was sitting in the audience!

“Why doesn’t Conductor Fanning walk off the stage?”

"What is this custom of going up on stage from the audience?"

Amidst the applause, many people were discussing and asking questions.

"It seems that this is the seat that was reserved for Mr. Kaplan to watch the performance!"

"Yes, it seems that he stood up from that position and announced that he would take over Fanning's command of the performance!"

"Now, Conductor Fanning has repeated the incident and taken back his performance?"

"And the song is also about resurrection!?"

Ten steps.

  When Fanning was less than six meters away from the stage.

A few eyes from different directions in the symphony hall were all cast on the object held in Fanning's right hand.

Especially Laxus and Owen, their eyes suddenly became extremely sharp.

Also, there was an invisible gaze cast towards the empty seat between the two of them.

  The baton was made of ebony with light golden patterns.

He actually chose to display the remains of the "old days" in front of everyone! ?

(End of this chapter)