musicians of old

Chapter 613 Key

"Ha ha ha ha."

Fanning was indeed amused.

"Shiran, no matter what others call you, you must not continue to call me Carloen. Otherwise, it will be too embarrassing. It's really too embarrassing."

"That's what you said." The girl turned and looked at him sideways.

"That's what I said." Fanning spun the wheel.

"Oh, so this is what you meant by 'claim' when you told that reporter at the beginning?"

"Yes."

The intermittent rain stopped again, and the car slowly drove into the gate of St. Lenya's University.

"Were you so sure of the outcome from the beginning?" Xilan looked at the campus flowers, plants and trees receding in the rearview mirror.

“There are two types of people who are both ‘determined’ when looking back, but they are quite different when they are alive.”

Fanning slowly organized his words.

"The first category remains humble until the end of their lives, never thinking that their art will be admired and praised by future generations.

"Another type, as early as the 'moth' stage, imagines that they may rise higher, and they fly all night until they fall into the flame."

"I'm the latter. Oh, this is not necessarily an advantage, sometimes you have to pay a price."

"Anyway, I may not be counting the past and the present." Shilan shook his head immediately. "Carlon, you know, my vision of future life before was nothing more than that my father would continue to receive the salary of a public school teacher, giving me a comfortable, ordinary life that is better than that of most unfortunate people, and I would continue to get a clerk or half-teaching position in the public school by relying on my excellent performance in both character and learning."

"So, when did your turning point come about?"

"Turning point? That's a very appropriate description. Yes, when did it start? Let me think. There should be some scenes like this."

"Picture?" Fanning asked.

The car turned right on the inner road ahead, and on the left was the professors' villa area.

In the past, I often walked here to visit or say goodbye, but since the Turner Art Hall was fully completed and I had a more luxurious and convenient living room, even Sheeran himself rarely returned to his previous home.

"Yes, the scene." Xilan raised his head. "For example, in the early autumn of the new calendar year 909, on a Friday evening, I heard a knock on the door, and I got up from the sofa in my father's office. I saw you standing at the door holding a book, saying that you came to return the sheet music."

"You even remember it so clearly, even on Friday evening?"

"Because my annual milk delivery contract finally expired, I was able to switch to a flavor that I accidentally tasted but liked more. Isn't it magical how memories connect?"

"It's quite interesting."

"Also, in late autumn of 909, Joan came to visit me. You were on the other side the whole time, practicing one of Uchilo's piano exercises over and over again at a very slow speed. You didn't talk to us much, and we were too embarrassed to take the initiative to chat with you."

"That's a bit of an impression of mine. In similar situations back then, we seemed to talk very little."

"In short, the subsequent series of twists and turns, which started from these scenes - the scenes we got to know, were determined to gradually happen. You can also say that this is the boundary between 'possibility' and 'possibility'. Before, I would not have dared to think about becoming a member of an official school, the principal of a professional symphony orchestra, the head of a chain of cinemas, or a 'forging lion' level violinist."

"It started after we met. That's not entirely accurate."

"why?"

"To be precise, the dividing line is the serial deaths in schools," Fanning said.

".That's right." Xilan's eyes dimmed briefly.

The engine roared slightly on the uphill road. The two were silent for a while. Fanning steered the car out of the west gate of St. Lenya University and slowly drove into the depths of Oak Street.

Liufenus Gardens, a small cemetery of the Holy Sun Church.

Dark night, mud, fallen branches. The usually quiet and elegant cemetery looks a bit bleak at first glance. But in fact, there are quite a lot of flowers in front of the tomb of composer Anton Konar, far more than in previous years.

Their black outlines quietly surround the marble base and the epitaph above:

"His time will eventually come. Some people are born after they die."

".After that day, my father was murdered, and you and I were also involved. I should have changed a lot. I am not as cheerful as before. I always think about my childhood: the scenes when my sister was still alive, the courtyard and starry sky of the old house, the way and changes of each New Year holiday. Even the optimistic Joan can hardly influence me. The word "optimist" is probably even more inappropriate to describe her now. Her past 19 years are no longer even the main body. In cognition, they are squeezed and diluted into a secondary and secondary strand. Everyone is changing. You have changed a lot since then, as if you have become a different person. Although now I realize that many of your personalities and traits have been foreshadowed long ago, you have made leaps in all aspects before and after that period of time, which is beyond our imagination." While Sheeran was narrating, he squatted in front of the grave with his knees hugged, one hand clutching the hem of his skirt, and the other hand holding the silk stopped in mid-air.

This was a habitual action in previous years, but this time, the tombstone had been wiped quite clean by the people who had come to pay their respects recently, so there was no need to repeat the effort.

To pick a landmark event at random, the first large-scale album of works recorded by Bruno Walter after becoming the music director of the Old Symphony Orchestra was the complete nine symphonies of Anton Koner, which was a great success.

His reputation has been rising, and he is now second to none among the “greats”; his time may indeed have come.

The work itself is decisive, of course, and the process was preceded by Fanning playing a key role in it.

Xilan suddenly couldn't help but close her eyes, and two lines of marks appeared on her face.

"Why are you crying?" Fan Ning squatted down beside her.

"Everything is so happy, but why can't Dad see it?"

Fanning was silent.

"Carlon, you graduated only a few years ago, and you've been on the run for too long. Sometimes you come to see dad by yourself, and I come alone more often. As for the number of times you brought me here, it seems to have been only three times before. Although your expression looks as calm as always, I know that those were the times when you were happiest, and they were also the most important moments of achievement."

"The first time was when the graduation concert ended successfully after the unexpected incident. You brought me here in the early morning with the score of the First Symphony. The second time was when you became the permanent conductor of the Santa Lenya Symphony Orchestra and returned triumphantly after performing the E minor Violin Concerto in Santa Rambla. The third time was in the middle of the night of the New Year when the Old Symphony Orchestra you founded became famous and the C minor Choral Fantasy at the New Year's Concert was a great success."

"If Dad could see every highlight of this, how happy would he be?"

"Maybe he knows," Fanning said suddenly.

"What?" Shilan was puzzled.

"Maybe, he knows. Not only him, but also people like Kapulun, and some disappeared people in the Southland. Not now, but in the future, maybe he knows."

Fanning slowly closed his eyes, as if feeling something.

"Shearan, I now gradually feel that as an ordinary person, my previous universal cognition that 'everyone will die completely' and 'every death is complete nothingness' seems to have been gradually transformed."

"Take myself for example. I suddenly feel that I may not die. At most, I will just disappear from the surface of the world. There are too many people who remember me. Generally speaking, even if the 'character' of 'Forged Lion' drifts infinitely in the long river of history, it can retain its uniqueness for a long time and it is difficult to split and mix it into other things."

"After climbing higher today, I also feel that my perception of time and space is no longer as linear as before, from left to right, or from the past to the present. Such a simple perspective."

Sheeran could understand every word Fanning said, but she couldn't really understand what it meant.

I can't understand from what perspective and what feelings people have to say such things.

She had risen to the level of a "forging lion" violinist with the help of a series of works provided by Fanning, but she also couldn't understand it.

“To be precise, not necessarily all of them.”

Fanning was feeling and adding again.

"Well, in general, we still have to talk about the logic of time and space, but there is a possibility that the angle of observation and thinking about the problem has changed a little."

".It's a very mysterious experience."

As he was talking, a strange feeling around him made him open his eyes suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Sheeran, who was trying seriously to understand, was surprised by his reaction.

Fan Ning stood up, took a step, and moved forward half a meter.

Xilan stood up as well, and their eyes fell on the neck of the bronze bust of Professor Anton above the tombstone.

There is a necklace wrapped around it, a silver necklace.

Hanging from it was a small blackened key, one side of which had a crude relief carving resembling a spear.

This sudden, familiar and strange scene, as well as the dangerous information he learned from the saint of the Holy Sun Church when he played Lavoisier, made Fanning's arms tremble suddenly.

He reached over and turned the key over.

There is a small vertical protrusion on the other side, which is the Arabic numeral 1.