Old-time musicians

Under the dim light, the reflection of things on the mirror sunk in the basin is not very clear.

In the oscillation of the water surface, fragments of various scenes are constantly arranged and combined, jumping and tumbling.

Qiong squatted by the water basin and bent over, holding the hem of her skirt with one hand, and covering the straight neckline of her blouse with one hand, and put her face close to the water to observe carefully.

"I can't see anything, it's too messy." Fan Ning stood nearby and looked curiously, "But the reflections of these scenery are indeed not the surrounding scenery... This is a bit strange."

"Eh?~~~~~~??" Qiong's voice was clear and confused, and it dragged on for a long time.

"Impossible, what's going on?"

"The investigation is wrong. These two seniors have never been here?"

"Or were you disturbed by some factors?"

Joan muttered to herself, then stood up and looked at Fan Ning, her tone seemed a little tired, a little embarrassed, and a little aggrieved: "Caron, I may have made a mistake somewhere, do you want to wait for me to try again?" once."

"Wait a minute." Fan Ning squatted next to the basin.

He imagined the spherical inspiration "field" formed by the intersection of his three beams of light, enveloping the water and mirror in front of him with a richer and more viscous force.

The inspiration of the third-level knowledgeable person was fully activated. Under the rapid burning, the pale golden light in Fan Ning's eyes turned into incandescent color.

He felt that some of the spots or layers attached to the jumping scene fragments on the water surface had faded, dissolved, and peeled off.

Amidst the tremors of the sparkling water, the man in black dress in the mirror plays the piano...

The camera switched, and on the stand next to the piano stood men and women singing. They were wearing black dresses or white dresses, with sheet music unfolded in their hands...

The camera switched, and there were some people sitting in the audience listening to the rehearsal. There were only about twenty or thirty people, basically sitting in the first three rows...

The camera switched, the rehearsal was over, the men and women dispersed, some walked off the stage, and some of the audience came on the stage, everyone chatted with each other...

The camera switched, and the boy in black dress and the girl in white dress were sitting in the first row of the auditorium, chatting and laughing with each other, yawning and stretching...

The camera switched, and there were three or four people sitting in front of the piano playing for their own entertainment. Because the clothes were relatively homogeneous, it was not sure whether they included the performers who had rehearsed before. There were also a few people watching and chatting around the piano. Some people also left the stage...

The camera cuts and the scene quickly turns dark, as if the lights in the concert hall go out.

Then a human face appeared.

An inexplicable colder wind blew by.

"I'll go." Fan Ning, who was squatting next to him, was so frightened that he almost sat on the ground. Later, he realized that it was his own face.

Looking back at the altar, the candles had all been extinguished.

Fan Ning fell into thought.

Joan immediately began to tidy up the altar and clean up the items, looking very serious.

After a few minutes, she asked Fan Ning: "You were so serious later. Did you see something?"

Fanning briefly recounted several scenes.

"Why can't I see clearly? It's strange." Joan tilted her head and twirled her fingers in her hair, "Caron, this trick of mine never worked before. It's true."

Fan Ning picked up the basin and put a rag on it: "You may not have slept well recently, Qiong."

"It's possible. I ate too many snacks recently, very late at night." Qiong flattened her mouth.

After putting all the items in their place, the two walked out of the conservatory. It was already dark.

"Why did you come to see me today?" Qiong raised her head and looked at Fan Ning.

"Don't you want to go to Marchioness McAdam's music salon on Saturday? So I'm going to make an appointment with you to rehearse a piece and perform it at the salon, and I'll also call Sheeran."

"Okay, okay, which song? Do you want me to play the flute?" Joan agreed happily.

"It's not the flute." Fan Ning shook his head. "I'm writing a string quartet. You said last time that you also studied violin concurrently. I want you to play the second violin and Sheeran to play the first violin."

"Wow, you wrote a complete, multi-movement serious chamber music work? Caroln, you are really interesting. You are worthy of being a young composer!" Joan's dark eyes shone, "The viola And the cellist?"

"You will know each other by then." Fan Ning said, "Come and meet us after class tomorrow afternoon, and I will share the score with everyone first."

"Okay, where are we going?"

"Let's see which of the small chamber music halls in the conservatory can be used."

Qiong lowered her chin with green-white fingers and thought for a moment: "By the way, our hospital should have reserved Hall 4 for the whole day tomorrow, but under normal circumstances we won't rehearse until night, so just go here?"

Fan Ning nodded: "That's the best. Who did you learn your Tulungarian from?"

"Eh? You can hear it. I learned it from Xilan. She and Uncle Anton both understand this language."

By the way, Teacher Anton has researched ancient languages, and Xilan is also a lover of history books... Fan Ning remembered this.

It seems that when I learn ancient languages ​​in the future, I don’t have to look far away. I just don’t know where Xilan’s level is.

It should be more than enough to get yourself started, right?

Joan asked: "What are your thoughts on the scenes you just saw during the ceremony?"

Fan Ning frowned and thought: "Some of the properties of the scene must be similar, but we can still find similarities."

"First of all, the environment is in such a chamber music hall. They gather first and then disperse one after another. In addition, the person involved has not only been on stage, but also listened to performances off stage."

"But these similarities are too general and there are no special details worth noting. These are scenes that are easy to appear in rehearsals, performances, and teaching activities..."

Qiong nodded: "Do you feel that among all the parties involved in this incident, you are the most special one."

Fan Ning said: "Of course, I am still alive."

Because I traveled through time, otherwise I would still be wearing a lab coat and moving bricks in the urban-rural fringe.

"No, and you encountered the accident on the spot, while they all encountered the accident after returning, including Professor Anton."

Fan Ning nodded slightly: "Okay, this is also a special point. But I think I need to go back to the scene where I experienced it at that time to look back and find out if there are any similarities between the two, otherwise my memory alone is not intuitive enough."

Qiong said: "Then let's go now?"

Fan Ning shook his head: "I can't go. Chamber Music Hall No. 1 is a public teaching venue. I can't get the key, and we can't do this ceremony during teaching time. By the way, is there any time limit?"

Qiong explained: "Of course, the closer the time is, the clearer it will be. The completeness and clarity will decline more slowly within a week, and then it will blur sharply afterwards, and only blurred light or shape will remain in the end."

"It's about four or five days now." Fan Ning counted, "I'll think of a way to see if there is a chance to arrange the ceremony in Hall No. 1. That's it for today, thank you."

"You're welcome, composer, looking forward to your masterpiece tomorrow." Qiong said goodbye to Fan Ning happily.

...

In the evening, Professor Anton's small villa, the living room on the first floor.

"Carlon, I want to listen to Nyman's Preludes." Sheeran was holding a thick book and leaning on the sofa to read it.

"No time today." Fanning sat in front of the piano, but not facing the keyboard.

He wrote furiously on a mobile folding writing board hanging on the right hand side.

From time to time, according to the content of memory, he turned around to try and confirm some fragments on the piano.

Two lines of treble clefs for two violins, one line of alto clefs for violas, and one line of bass clefs for cellos, on the printed paper of string quartet scores in groups of four, notes appeared one by one at the tip of Fanning's pen.

After picking up Sheeran in the evening, Fanning told her about the rehearsal, and she happily asked for leave for all the recent evening classes.

In the elementary grammar school with a very strict management system, only a top student like her can do it so smoothly.

"I'm going back to my room, good night." After reading for more than an hour, Sheeran got up and went upstairs.

"Just like last night, if there is something unusual, call me. I will be in the living room tonight." Fanning stopped writing.

"What if I can't detect it?"

"Don't worry, sleep well, I can do it."

Although the two of them were farther apart than yesterday.

But Fanning had enough confidence to detect any disturbance. His inspiration and intuition were extremely sharp now. If there was an abnormal fluctuation in the phase, he would definitely wake up even in his sleep.

Rubbing his face and forehead, Fanning continued to write the string quartet until late at night.

After completing the first two movements, he lay directly on the sofa for several hours.

The next day, there were classes all day.

After escorting Sheeran, Fanning went to the St. Lenya Conservatory of Music.

Although he wrote until late at night yesterday, he still felt very mentally.

Wearing a formal suit and carrying a briefcase, he arrived at the stepped classroom twenty minutes early.

Today is a public course for the entire senior school. In the morning, it is "History of the Development of Music Aesthetics" and in the afternoon, it is "Introduction to Music Teaching Methods".

"There are a lot of people today, everyone came early."

Bright light, soft aromatherapy, smooth wooden floor, spacious long black lacquer table.

Some people have already taken their seats, while others are standing in groups chatting.

"The atmosphere today is a bit unusual, no, why are you all staring at me?"

After walking a few steps inside, Fanning suddenly felt something was wrong.