Old-time musicians

The next day, at 6:30 p.m.

In early summer, the temperature in Uvransel was still refreshing.

The night came later, and the shadows of the buildings of St. Lenya University stood like a castle, with the outlines painted with gold edges against the red clouds in the sky, and the fountains blooming everywhere were like fire.

After the small works in the afternoon session of the graduation concert, everyone's state had been fully mobilized.

The most important large-scale orchestral works were performed at 8 p.m., but Meyer Avenue, which was directly opposite the school auditorium, was already crowded with people.

The St. Lenya Auditorium was designed by the famous empire architect and acoustic expert Meiernig. The core place inside was not the auditorium, but the largest symphony hall in the school-it could accommodate 2,440 listeners, nearly twice as many as the two symphony halls of the Conservatory of Music, and was equipped with a giant organ worth 40,000 pounds that was customized from the Kingdom of Holy Janus and integrated with the building.

Meyer Avenue, which is directly opposite the auditorium, is not a road strictly speaking, but a huge rectangular square with a width of more than 200 meters and a length of nearly 1,000 meters at the end.

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At this time, hundreds of students on Meyer Avenue were moving towards the auditorium, but their speed was very slow, and they walked and stopped, with more of a stroll. Many people were also resting on the spot or circling repeatedly.

Because there was more than an hour before the performance, they just wanted to come earlier, walk slower, and feel more of the grass and trees on campus.

The square was divided into strips and blocks by internal roads. There were fountains, sculptures, trees, small galleries, garden landscapes, large lawns, bricks and stones, leisure facilities and convenience stores. They were well-arranged and had a wide view. Almost any college building had a road leading to this place.

In a place where the crowd was a little thinner, a couple on a bench looked at the stairs in the direction of the auditorium in silence for a long time; on the other side, a gentleman with a serious look put his hand into the water of the fountain and stared at the sculpture in the sky in a daze; in a delicate garden scene, four ladies dressed in formal clothes posed in front of the hired cameraman, leaving a string of cheerful laughter.

In the afterglow of the sunset, these students wearing formal black dresses or long skirts of various colors, even if they were not fourth graders, felt the different atmosphere on campus on the day of the graduation concert.

Disappointed and yearning, sentimental and happy, with lively loneliness and solemn loneliness.

But many faces walking in the crowd were lost.

They had been suppressing doubts in their hearts for more than a month - including doubts about the hidden story behind the "abandonment incident" and doubts after hearing that Fanning said "it will still premiere today".

Finally, the day came. The supporters' desire to hear the "First Symphony in D Major" had reached its peak, but as time passed, there was no movement.

The program list was clearly written: the first half was a student work, Cecil's "First Symphony in F-sharp Major", and the second half was a master work, Gilles's "Fifth Piano Concerto in A Major".

Originally, I thought Fanning would quietly fix some links to make his name suddenly appear on the program list, or simply start a new project and organize a performance directly in the symphony hall of the music college. There are also 1,400 seats there. Although there are many additional meanings, if the news is released in advance, at least hundreds of supporters are willing to listen, and a few supporters from the media and social art circles will also go - not to mention the symphony itself, the influence of the string quartet has already existed before.

But there was no movement.

Many people gradually accepted the fact, and walked slowly towards the auditorium with loss.

In this case, since there is nothing to do at this concert, let's go and listen to it.

On the night of the graduation concert, in the twilight square, in the subtle and complex atmosphere, people with their own thoughts walked slowly.

There was a very faint sound in the air.

It should be the sound that just appeared, but the volume was too weak, like a thin silk thread, so it is not appropriate to use "sudden" to describe the feeling of hearing it.

Many people immediately distinguished that this was the la sound in the high pitch of the violin. To play this extremely high and weak sound, you need to press your fingers on the highest position of the E string, then hold the bow and gently rub it at a speed that is almost stagnant.

It's like the fog, glimmer and coolness before sunrise in the morning. Of course, it's not early morning now, but the mist in the sunset twilight is also very similar.

Most of the people who heard it in the square looked a little confused and confused, but they didn't stop.

There were also a very few people who, purely by coincidence of their walking paths, saw several violinists sitting on benches on the lawns. Led by a beautiful little girl standing next to them, they slowly played the la note. There were also several people squatting on the grass next to them, opening their violin cases, as if they wanted to join in the la note.

These people slowed down their pace, glanced sideways a few more times, but still did not stop.

"la——mi——"

Against the ethereal background sound of string friction, a "breathing motive" that went down four degrees came from all directions, with piccolo, oboe, and clarinet, as if everything was reviving in the dim light.

Some people noticed that several musicians holding woodwind instruments walked out of the bushes behind the benches.

"la——mi——"

Joan walked out of a convenience store holding a flute, and repeated the second "breathing motive" by moving down an octave. Behind the other rockeries, sculptures, and galleries in the square, more musicians holding French horns and bass clarinets walked out to form an ensemble with her.

On Meyer Avenue, there were faint whispers among the walking crowd, but now it tends to be quiet.

"la——mi——fa——do——re——(b)xi——la——"

In the background of the string music, the breathing motive appeared for the third time, this time it was the sound of oboe and bassoon. The musicians walked down the steps of the landscape rockery, and the melody made a fourth descending modulation in D minor, with a hint of gloom and mystery.

Someone stopped.

Next, the clarinet and bass clarinet played a warm, light, and upward-jumping triplet in repeated detours. This is the "blooming motive", a metaphor for the harbinger of the scene of a hundred flowers blooming.

At the same time, there were some slight noises similar to rollers on the main road. Many people leaned over and pushed carts. The objects on them were covered with red cloth. From the shape, it seemed that there were timpani, cello, double bass or something else.

More and more people stopped.

The oboe played a double note and jumped up to the high octave, with the intensity from weak to strong and then weak.

The sound was distant and ethereal, like a ray of morning light piercing through the clouds and piercing the sky, but then it was blocked by the thick clouds, and dawn still did not come.

There was only the quiet and cold string background sound in the air, and then the descending melody of the breathing motive appeared again in the woodwind group, then in the string group, and finally the restless French horn, which blew the jumping upward triplet "blooming motive" again.

"This is, this is" A group of people reacted first, but it was still unbelievable, "How could this happen? How could it appear here? Impossible!"

Some people found it strange. It was obviously an empty square, and the distance between the musicians was also very wide, so why was the sound effect still so concentrated?

But more people have been completely trapped in the introduction of the first movement - in the mysterious and ethereal atmosphere, various fragmented motives present, repeat, and evolve a kind of heart-pounding power, which is now quietly descending with a hazy veil and slowly infiltrating.

"Boom!——" A dull and metallic roar.

On the white square bricks, the timpani hammer in Lu's hand fell.

The double basses of several musicians have been erected, and with the sound of the drum, an extremely low chromatic long line was played.

Then, Roy led the cellists to sit on the benches and gave them support in the upper octave, making the sound effect thick, muddy, and tortuous, symbolizing that some kind of uneasy vitality is sprouting underground.

"This is the symphony of Carloen van Nin!"

"It's the "First Symphony in D Major"!!"

Finally, people in all directions in the crowd exclaimed one after another.

The introduction continued, and the breathing motive appeared again. This time it was not a single melody, but a large number of voices imitating each other.

Dusk enveloped the earth, and more and more musicians emerged from all over the square.

The breathing motive staggered the bars and entered one by one. Before one melody ended, another melody began, forming a staggered overlapping effect, symbolizing that more and more life in nature is awakening, flowers blooming, birds opening their eyes, branches sprouting, and insects poking their heads out of the soil.

More and more people in the square stopped or stood up from the lawn or benches. Some stopped to look, and some began to move closer to the center, including some teachers and professors.

"Where is the conductor? Where is Fanning?"

"Where is Carlon Fanning?"

The supporters were excited, and their breathing was rapid in surprise. They could never have imagined that the "First Symphony in D Major" would meet everyone in this form!

This is a form they have never imagined in their lives!

The students did not want to disrupt the music, so they forced their doubts to stay in their hearts and ran back and forth between the areas of the square.

Their eyes looked around eagerly, trying to find Fan Ning!

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