Old-time musicians

Time passed, and after the "agent" Spencer Cecil was killed, everything was very calm, at least in Fanning's vision, for the time being.

In several dreams of the Qiming Church, Fanning and Roy's attitude towards each other did not change.

He took the initiative to ask Roy about the situation, and she said that the school was trying its best to restore the damaged mental state of some students, and after the incident, "there were many dissenting voices in the school", but she did not elaborate on who had objections and what they objected to.

The two sides made some concessions to each other, but they did not reach an agreement in the end. The reason why the conflict was difficult to reconcile was not because of personal relationship - the two had a tacit consensus in their hearts, without questioning, probing, or unnecessary explanation or confirmation.

Moreover, Fanning had more gratitude for her in his heart. She and Lu had been doing their best to help him select performers. Although not many students expressed their intentions, it was a laborious task after all, especially selecting the principals of those vacant parts.

Late at night in early March, Professor Anton's villa, Sheeran's room.

"Close your eyes and imagine your spirit passing through the shadow in front of you, just like your body passing through the door."

The cold white Yaozhi spirit liquid, the breath is lonely and piercing, the "wild" phase witness symbol of the hexagonal snowflake is suspended in the air, and the coordinate arc of the outer circle of the moving road sign rotates rapidly.

The small bottle of sleep-aiding secret atmosphere slowly passed by Xilan's cheek. Fanning's inspiration slightly extracted the surrounding temperature, allowing the appropriate amount of liquid to evaporate faster, and then recovered and closed the lid.

The girl's sleeping face is very peaceful.

He turned off the lights, closed the door, and returned to his guest room. On the table, the light of the gas lamp reflected the stacked manuscripts. The handwriting on the first few pages of the symphony score was neat and powerful, but gradually there were corrections, more corrections, and faults and blank parts.

Fanning's eyes were a little absent-minded.

"Every step is a difficult trek..."

"People always think that composers have the special ability to witness divine revelation - after inspiration comes, musical ideas flow like a spring, and a successful work is born. But in fact..."

"Perhaps in the early days of authenticism, there were one or two geniuses in the world similar to Mozart in the previous life, but for most composers, the birth of large-scale works is full of obstacles and twists and turns..."

This is not a matter of writing a few melodies and then matching them with accompaniment.

From life experience to divine revelation, from a moment of inspiration to motive construction, from melody harmony to form development, every connection may have an unbridgeable gap.

Even if Fanning has a clearer idea of ​​each movement, it does not mean that he has solved all the problems.

With a duration of nearly an hour, more than 20 parts running at the same time, intricate processing, harmony connection, instrumentation selection, structural layout, how to transform the emotions in the mind into musical language and logic from the audience's perspective...Artistic creation sounds unrestrained, but it is actually a dance of inspiration with technical shackles.

"There is only one month left to submit the work..." Fanning took a deep breath, pulled himself out of his tired and messy thoughts, and opened the bedroom window.

The temperature had begun to rise, but the wind in the night was still cold.

He made a decision.

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In the dream, Shilan's spirit followed the subconscious instructions of the signpost, passed through some discontinuous and vague barriers deep in the astral world, and glimpsed the will under the appearance of the world. She stared at the black lights high up, and the souls of the dead were reflected like ink, falling from the depths of the void background. The silence of some supreme existences surpassed words, the cruising concepts were sealed, and the surrounding scenery was as clean as new snow.

Occasionally, she dreamed of the Hui Tower, which was tall and pale. In those fragments, her cheeks could be pressed against every inch of skin and mirror in the void, and the cold air gushed out from under the glow and drilled into her own skull and blood in the dream. Until she woke up in the morning, the doors and windows of the room were still trembling because of the cold.

The cab drove to the Woodpecker Consulting Office.

"Shiran, congratulations."

"Carlon, it's rare to see you smile so happily. Are you looking forward to my promotion to a knowledgeable person?" The girl sitting opposite still sounded weak, but her eyes seemed to have a calmer and more resolute temperament.

"Are you unhappy yourself?" Fanning asked, "After the attack, we came out of the police station, but you just refused to go to school. You kept asking questions, and your face was almost touching me."

"That's because I thought you were shot at first." Shiran explained seriously, "Although it was a close call, after understanding it, such a scene may be the norm, so I thought it would be great if I could help you in the shortest possible time."

"Can't you do it now? By the way, do you feel any different now? What is the light of first acquaintance?"

Fanning was also quite curious at this moment.

According to the "Seven Lights Treasures Collection Translation", after studying the "wild" aspect, the knowledgeable person may become calmer or more stable, with a greatly enhanced memory, better at studying secret history, and have a strange perception of the dead, silent, stagnant and the spirits of the dead. In some cases, some people are good at hiding, and some people have the ability to control frost.

"I'm... not sure yet, but maybe I can try it now."

The little girl took off her hairpin and let her long, smooth brown hair fall naturally.

Reaching out, loosening, the hairpin fell to the ground.

It can be clearly seen that the time it took to fall to the ground was nearly twice as long as usual.

"Carlon, look at me, and then think about something."

Fanning did as he was told. His eyes fell on the girl's fair face, and then he compared the two instrumentation schemes he was struggling with in his mind.

In an instant, he felt an indescribable stagnation in his thinking. His thoughts were still clear, but the sentences carrying his thoughts encountered difficult resistance when they were laid out. This made it take six or seven seconds before he finished listing the types and quantities of instruments for one of the schemes.

He called up his spiritual sense and felt the silent and desolate color in the carriage. After consciously cutting off the influence on himself, his thoughts laid out smoothly. After another three seconds, he finally went through the two complete schemes in his mind.

"I can make something fall into a state of solemnity and slowness." Xilan explained, "It can be a concrete existence or an abstract process, but the premise is that it must be not far from me, and the extent of slowness is limited by various factors... If I want to influence living beings, I must find an opportunity to establish an inspiration connection with it, such as the most common one, which is to make him notice me."

"At present, the stronger the degree of attention, the greater the inspiration connection, and the more effective the influence can be... Speaking of which, what were you thinking about just now?"

"My symphony." Fanning touched his nose and told the truth.

More than an hour later, Xilan Conner signed a new membership contract of the Guidance School, and the administrative staff also submitted the application to the Special Patrol Office as soon as possible.

During this period, she helped Fanning do various auxiliary work, and she had already made a good impression on many people here. In addition to Fanning's advance communication and the relationship between the president and Professor Anton's family, everyone had accumulated sufficient goodwill for this weak, polite and calm girl.

The two members present welcomed Sheeran's joining and were surprised by her promotion age, which was five years earlier than Fanning.

Under the premise of suitable and reliable personnel, full staffing means full combat power, which is more worthy of sincere joy.

After a while, several staff members cleaned up another office that had been abandoned for a while.

Sheeran has been saying that there is no need to bother, there is no need to make extra space, just squeeze in 209, but the civilian staff in charge of logistics insisted on implementing the members' office standards.

"Carlon, I will mainly visit your room later, is that okay?"

The two looked at the neat but still empty office, and Sheeran turned his head to ask Fanning.

"Of course no problem." Fanning smiled and nodded, then pondered for dozens of seconds and said, "Sheeran, I have something to tell you."

"Hmm?"

"I need to leave for a while."