Old-time musicians

Chapter 254 All Belongs to Me (4K 2-in-1)

"Candlelight dinner in a corner of the manor" Fan Ning looked at her seriously.

Roy sat on the ground hugging his knees next to her. The dining table for the two of them was just above their heads. The dancing candlelight made her profile look more delicate, and the various indoor displays that served as her background in the field of vision also appeared in the twilight. Delicate, delicate, quiet and spotless.

"Yeah, that's great."

"Look, today is the last day of work for city clerks, and tomorrow is Sunday."

"In fact, it's not just us. When Mark and his record company employees finish today's GG placement work, there may be an exquisite social event waiting for him; Vice President Huxley may be in such a quiet and elegant mansion. , enjoy a leisurely dinner with his wife and three children; Principal Sternikai may go to a lonely but fulfilling concert; ordinary employees and laborers who do not have the above-mentioned favorable conditions can always A lovely evening with family and friends”

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"I'm not talking about the contrast, the fact that we could have a great experience tonight and they died, but the probability, or the uncertainty."

"This sense of uncertainty about everyone's fate is frightening. Anyone having an experience similar to tonight's could be deprived of it at any time. I don't know what Principal Sternikai saw on the 'Calamity', but put yourself in his shoes." Thinking about it, if I could see my future death date and method on a certain carrier, it would be the most terrifying thing in the world, and I would definitely not dare to look at it.”

"What if it's looking at the people around me? What if it's looking at me?" Roy asked softly.

Fan Ning shook his head: "Now that I think about it, I am extremely afraid that when Principal Sternikai died suddenly, you lost control and broke in to observe the 'disaster'."

"That's fair. It'll scare you to death." She turned her face to the other side.

Fan Ning continued: "Looking forward, changes in the distribution methods of various extraordinary organizations to inspect various places, trains, and stations may result in different combinations of deaths; the incident in the small town of Watznai we encountered , if any link changes, a certain companion may never be seen again. Next time, it may be me, it may be you, it may be anyone you know or don’t know, including accidents without warning, It also includes some pollution that has been accumulated for a long time without knowing it.”

He couldn't help but look towards the bed, where the pillow was placed before the baton was taken back to Qiming Church.

"You know Kaplan's health, right?"

Roy nodded silently.

"His misfortune may be announced to us at any time. Many older and wise people are also suffering from illness. Terminal illness is indeed better than an unexpected death with no time to express your last words, but it is long and has an ending. The decision-making process is also a huge torture for myself and my family.”

"In general, such narratives are a lingering black vocabulary in all human periods and regions. The death of the same kind not only drags the dead into nothingness, but also casts a shadow on the living. Human beings have various commemorations and The most common form of resolution is 'funeral' or 'narrator', but the vast majority of deaths are silent pranks. You can't find any reason, and you can't dig out any additional value. How noble your personality is.”

"So, why does Mr. Fan Ning ask himself whether he is cold or indifferent?" Roy finally spoke.

"Not at all."

"For you, pale comfort or empathic tears have no additional meaning, or that is not the way you are good at treating the world. You not only want to answer those questions for specific people, specific people, but also want to let go To answer for everyone in the wider history, right?”

She felt that Fan Ning's gaze towards her was becoming moved and softer, so she rested her head on her curled up knees, turned to his face, and looked into his eyes: "Pragmatists often ask, 'So What's the point?', 'So what's the point?', 'If you're real you should', in other words they usually think that this kind of thinking of humans is meaningless, such as for accidents during the day. In other words, there are many more practical ways to talk about it: from a social perspective, we can talk about public emergency management, from a scientific and technological perspective, we can talk about industrial risk control, and those who are knowledgeable can talk about strengthening mysterious side inspections."

"Pragmatists will roughly separate rationality and sensibility, thinking that the above-mentioned methods are rational, and other methods are sensual. They see a kind of narrative value, but only this one. In fact, philosophers, Poets and artists will always try to find a deeper narrative perspective. In the latter's eyes, rationality and sensibility are just different ways of exploring problems, and they need to be used together. "

"——Just like the process of Mr. Fan Ning's creation of this work, you hope that it can not only redeem the dead, but also comfort the living. Of course, what you first hope is that you and the people around you can receive noble touches, because everyone There are many living people around the deceased, and every living person is also a future deceased, so that we, or the listeners, will become more calm when encountering similar experiences in the future.”

While Roy was talking softly, the two people's extended ankles accidentally touched. She avoided it at first, but then moved closer to the distance again. Then she stretched her hand over her head, pulled a wet wipe off the table and applied it to herself. cheek.

"Mr. Fanning is an artist. Well, I am just like you." Her eyelashes fluttered.

"Thank you, Miss Roy." Fan Ning took a deep breath and thanked her sincerely.

He experienced a kind of emotion that was extremely rare in his life experience: "Actually, I feel that I can't express it clearly. From the beginning when I talked about Mark and Huxley, until just now, it was all scattered and scattered. I didn't know what I was talking about at all. Or rather, the few attempts I have made in my life have all ended in failure, when I thought there was a suitable context and sharer.”

"No, you said it very clearly and easy to understand." Roy said seriously, "On the contrary, my interpretation of your thoughts may not be conveyed in words."

"No, you said it very clearly and easily understandable." Fan Ning repeated her words.

"Hahaha"

The two looked at each other, smiled, and nudged each other.

"So, the final movement is coming soon." Fan Ning smiled slightly, "I think I asked a pretty good question, and the transition of all the emotions and scenes was fast enough, but I can't find the direction to answer it. It’s very difficult to sublimate a symphony through chorus.”

"Well" Roy fell into thinking. She supported the velvet blanket on the ground and changed to a sitting position with her legs stacked and leaned back again.

"In the earlier five years of my life - the period from 12 to 17 years old - due to the educational environment I received, I read a lot of tragic classical dramas, and then as a kind of psychological compensation, I became addicted again. It’s the most popular romance novel with a happy ending.”

Speaking of this, Roy smiled sheepishly: "Well, it should be due to the unique excitement of that period and the popular things in the social circle of aristocratic girls. In short, following the heroine's perfect love experience, Being able to cure the 'tragic disease' has given me a lot of comfort and made up for a lot of regrets and sorrows. Many things that I have longed for but cannot achieve in reality seem to be possessed during the process of immersion."

"At least it was something that I could only dream of in that past stage." She held a bunch of curtains on Fan Ning's shoulders and added with a low smile.

Fan Ning listened to her story carefully.

"Recently I have studied some vocal works, including cantatas from the medieval period, romantic art songs, operas or oratorios, and orchestral works with human voices. I also read through the original poetic texts and found myself Some of the deepest emotions seem to have a similar origin to romance novels——"

Roy raised his head and thought for a while: "I don't know what to name it. Let's use the word 'program'."

"Program?" This time Fan Ning really didn't understand what it had to do with the idea of ​​the final movement in question.

"Well, the program of aesthetics, the program of experience, the program of obtaining comfort"

Roy expertly cited several examples, and it was obvious that she had been thinking carefully about Fanning's chorus idea since she learned about it.

"For example, the ancient philosopher Si Lei who wrote epic poems, or the New Era female poet Bidelice who inherited his ideas, are both good at creating an imaginative narrative context. In long poems, they let certain mythological characters , or even the Lord of Witness leads himself through a journey, and then gets to know historical figures under different historical projections, and expresses his own philosophical, moral or political views through the collision of fictional dialogues and the development of the plot.”

"For example, the great master of the Middle Ages, Gregory, would draw heavily on allusions from the Holy Sun Church's "Apocalypse" and "The Book of Judgment" when composing operas. The characters in the plot encounter difficulties, suffer misfortunes, or lead to regrets. In the end, a miracle came and brought everything to completion and reunion, and the audience who followed the whole process also received relief and confession.”

"Another example is Gilles' Ninth Symphony, which is better known to music fans. Although most of it is instrumental music without text, the four movements also show a complete process: the beginning is struggle. , hesitation and pain, then teasing and irony, then meditation and reminiscence, and finally sublimated into light, fraternity and carnival, so the audience who listened to the whole movement experienced a noble spiritual journey. "

Three examples from poetry, religion and music gradually made Fan Ning look thoughtful.

"Look, they all actually contain fictional elements that are 'hard to happen in reality'." Roy combed his hair, "There will be no mythological figures to take you through historical projections, and there will be no Lord of Witnesses coming. Miracles can solve the love, hatred and resentment of people in the micro-apocalyptic world. The current era is far from the 'love of all mankind', right?"

"But they all provide a program?" Fan Ning's eyes were bright. "An ideal program that allows the appreciator to read, listen, perform or think. By finding a certain listener's desire but in reality It is a narrative perspective that is difficult to happen, so as to redeem the dead, comfort the living, or give the listener a noble touch.”

"You understand!" Roy made a victory gesture, "So in addition to the 'question-think-answer' structure, our sublimation direction may also have the elements of 'start-pass-end'."

"The former is an 'argumentative' category, while the latter is a 'narrative' category. They go hand in hand." Fan Ning stood up from the ground, "Well, it's very promising to have a discussion. Now, let me briefly summarize it. I continued to write the reduced score of the third movement.”

He immediately felt his eyes darkening again, so Roy helped him steady.

"Slow down, huh..." The girl blew out the candles and opened the crystal chandelier.

It was past eight o'clock, and the maids came in to clean the table, and Fan Ning sat down in front of the grand piano.

"Do you have to be so anxious? I feel like you still need to rest, and you've just written down all the main inspiration fragments, right?"

"Yes, I need to rest, but if I wait another night, when I expand these inspiration fragments, the final product will definitely be different from the notes I rushed out tonight. This difference is very likely to be the opposite. Although the probability is small, I can't accept it." Fanning explained.

"Then can I stay here?" she asked, "I'll read a book or play my own, and try not to make any noise."

"Sure." Fanning held a pen in his right hand, and his left hand had already played a series of sixteenth notes on the keys. "It doesn't matter if you make any noise. Don't be so careful. I'm actually not easily disturbed. Of course, I won't be able to pay attention to you most of the time."

"Okay!" Roy responded happily, then hugged a collection of poems and stepped directly onto the soft big bed.

"Hey, that's my place." Fanning widened his eyes.

"What do you mean your place? It's obviously my manor, so everything here belongs to me." She snorted with pride, and moved to the place where Fanning had been lying, covering the blanket he had covered with, and leaning on the pillow he had leaned on.

Then she opened the thick book, and the two little feet covered by the blanket began to shake gently and happily.

"Why don't you write anymore?" After two minutes, she looked up.

"In that case, wait for me later"

"You can chase me away when you finish writing and want to go to bed."

"Okay." Fanning shook his head helplessly and sat back on the piano stool.

He quickly entered a fully focused creative mode, either writing furiously, or trying to play on the piano, or standing up in front of the French window for a while.

Roy didn't talk to him again. She flipped through the poetry collection, making annotations or reading aloud from time to time, and spent a considerable part of her time biting the pen, quietly watching Fanning's back as he played the piano or wrote down the music.

At the end of the second and third hours, she brought Fanning a fruit plate and snacks, placed them on the small fabric table beside the piano bench, and quietly climbed back into bed.

Fanning ate some of it while he was up and moving around.

Then he wrote until 2:30 in the morning, which took a full six and a half hours.

Waking up at night was an urging and warning of the loss of inspiration for the scherzo. The spiritual recovery was only in a semi-finished state. Now he felt his brain was emptied again, and blood vessels in several parts were throbbing.

The third movement was basically completed. Fanning rubbed his head, stood up and turned around.

He was about to speak, but immediately covered his mouth.

The poetry collection was placed next to the pillow, and Roy had fallen asleep at some point.