Old-time musicians

At eight o'clock in the evening, the host and guests gathered and sat in the red church.

"Peng! Peng! Peng!——" (Thanks to the harbinger of Baiyin Da Meng for your advice)

Hundreds of gift tubes sprayed in unison, and colorful ribbons, petals and gold and silver foils fell from the air.

"Praise for midsummer!"

Today's host is Renilla, who is wearing a bright red dress.

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There was thunderous applause and shouts of praise below.

Although she unexpectedly failed in the famous singer competition, Miss Cuckoo seemed to be in a very happy mood tonight, and her appearance and talent as the host of the ceremony were well received. Although her introduction words were not many, just standing in front of the stage was a refreshing sensory experience.

All the light arrays are turned on one after another like a shuttle. Starting from the farthest boundary of the field of vision, the shadows of the white and pink hand-plastered walls quickly melt away, while the reliefs and oil paintings interspersed between the vaults and columns are... One by one the pictures become full of luster.

Trois, the eldest son of the Chrétien family, was also cheering and applauding with the guests.

Wearing a suit and ties, he was now happy, excited and full of mixed emotions.

It was the first time he had the opportunity to attend the highest-level event in the United Kingdom. Moreover, thanks to the special status of his two sisters who were performing backstage, the seat he was invited to sit in was very close to the front, and the seats were adjacent to each other. The guests were all gentlemen and ladies from large upper-class families.

Lady Vanessa, the daughter of the Duke of Falla, is just two meters away from the table across from Troy, and her husband sitting next to her is a wealthy celebrity from another principality - this kind of combination is foreseeable and destined to happen. things.

Since she became a married woman at the beginning of the year, the occasions where we can meet each other like today, especially the occasions where we can meet at close range, have almost disappeared.

Over two thousand days and nights of acquaintance, Trowa, as the eldest son of the Chamber of Commerce family in the Misin City-state Territory, is still expressing his admiration and loyalty to Vanessa through his practical business of expanding the territory of the Chamber of Commerce, and is still like many adoring girls. Like a subordinate, he continued to receive her praise and favor.

This is undoubtedly "palace love" and "elegant love".

If a thoughtful person uses this "tricky angle" to make statistics, he will find that among today's hosts and guests, the story of Troy and Vanessa is by no means an exception. The "palace love" that exists here "The number of relationships is staggering.

It’s as if it’s been selectively filtered by the withering and filling mechanism of the invitation.

"You! Early masterpieces, darlings of creation

The pinnacle of all creation, the mountain crests glowing red in the morning glow, the opening core of the divine flower.”

Pleasant, soft, and fantasy-style music sounded.

In the first salute part of the "Flower Ceremony", the choir on the central stage began to perform a cappella hymn.

The texts of these works are all written by Ben Jonson, the first poet laureate in the history of the South, and their contents mostly express the praise of floral creations and the pursuit of spiritual joy. As for the music part, it comes from the excellent arrangement versions of later generations of musicians, which is closer to the expression habits of the Romantic style.

As is customary, the choir conductor is Archbishop Mr. Fields.

"You! Hinges of light, corridors, steps, thrones,

A space made of essence, a shield condensed by joy, a stormy emotional turmoil

——In an instant, the only thing left is the clear mirror;

The sinews of the fox lily bloom one after another, on the edge of the hills, in the morning of the wilderness,

See the bright light in the sky, pouring into the full belly! "

The four accompaniment solos, duets, trios and canon rounds progressed step by step, and many listeners secretly nodded and clenched their fists in excitement.

Mr. Archbishop's processing style this year is different from the past. The speed is unusually fast and the intensity changes are very drastic, which is very consistent with their subconscious excitement.

"Hula——"

As the hymns progressed, all the flower-shaped candles on the gallery were lit.

The firelight danced on the light curved surface of the bench and table, and the marbles filled in the translucent interior seemed to light up, creating a colorful illusion against the dishes, cups and plates.

"I haven't seen you for a long time." A voice like the sound of nature came from the other side.

"ah!…"

The flattered Trowa looked at the candlelit face and was a little incoherent for a moment.

“It didn’t take long!…Haha.”

Vanessa actually raised her red wine glass towards him.

She was wearing an emerald green floral dress tonight, her eyes were filled with a dignified and gentle smile, and her tone seemed to be filled with sadness and slight annoyance:

"It's been a whole spring and summer. Where are the two songs you said you prepared for me?"

"I'm practicing and I can sing it to you soon." Troy responded with a toast. He remembered the agreement he made with her last winter while standing under the tower of the Duke of Falla's castle.

I felt a little sad for a while, but as the chat topic unfolded, I felt vaguely happy.

The only thing he didn't realize was that the current social scene was a little unusual - the lady's husband did not greet him together, but was talking and laughing alone with the lady on the other side. This did not seem to be in line with the upper class society. Or social etiquette in the code of chivalry.

"Ding——" The two clinked glasses.

"Am I dressed well tonight?" Vanessa asked again.

"The trend of fashion... I think it looks good, it looks good."

The flawless whiteness on her chest and shoulders were dyed wine red under the candlelight, flowing and rippling, making Troya feel dizzy.

"Sing to me soon, how fast is it?" The other party smiled and winked.

"Just next week, or, or tomorrow." Troya picked up and put down the knife and fork on the empty plate in front of him, picked it up and put it down again.

Vanessa held the towel and wiped the red and delicate skin.

Trowa smelled the exciting fragrance in the air.

It seems that an "essential oil" has been popular among ladies and noble ladies in recent months. He has also heard about it from other people. As a young and promising descendant of the Chretien Chamber of Commerce family, his social circle level is Although it is a bit low, it is inextricably linked to the upper class nobility.

"Does it have to be tomorrow?" Vanessa tilted her head with a smile, and a strand of slightly curly hair touched the tablecloth.

Trowa, who was holding the wine glass, felt something in his heart and wanted to blurt out some words.

But the next moment, he felt something delicate and hot touching his ankle, and he couldn't help but subconsciously take a step back so that he could see the source of the warmth with his peripheral vision -

A scene that makes your heart almost stop instantly.

Under the long table, she actually stepped on her high heels.

The delicate toes wrapped in smooth apricot silk stockings passed between her calves as if they were far apart.

…

On the center stage.

The second part has begun, which is the annual "Honoring and Knighting Ceremony" of the United Principality of Feton.

This year, more than 20 people were awarded titles. They first knelt down to accept Queen Eleanor's shoulder-to-shoulder ceremony with swords. Then, holding colorful bouquets picked by themselves, they climbed the steps and presented them to the huge golden-red "Feasting Beast". Next to the bandstand.

The "guide" Masai Negou, dressed as a straight knight, is among them.

Moreover, among these Feton heroes who were awarded knighthoods this year, their positions are relatively high.

Because he spends more money.

Everything has gone well in the past two years, and his fortune has been good. Since the beginning of summer this year, he has received a series of big orders. From now on, he is already the Count of Marseille.

The third tribute part is a ceremonial dance performance. In addition to the lead singer and dancers, the church wind band and several traditional percussion instruments with folk flavor from South China also joined the queue.

"Your wealth is like layers of clothing,

A body wrapped in pure light;

But your petals also foretell,

The avoidance and rejection of any attire..."

Several charming aristocratic women in the upper class actually came on stage in person and led a gorgeous and southern-style court dance.

Their dance clothes and makeup were still dignified, but more dancers only wore cool gauze, covering key parts with flowers and leaves, jumping up and down gracefully on the stage, creating groups of passionate and fiery performances. Dance postures that highlight the energetic body.

The guests were fascinated and felt a certain excitement rising.

Those courtiers under the skirts of "Palace Love" have completely straight eyes.

The sweetheart whom I miss day and night and remember forever dances on the stage where everyone is watching!

Falling in love, infatuation, admiration, loss, panic and confusion... and some kind of subtle possessiveness in the love of the opposite sex that was once firmly suppressed by "elegant love" seems to have begun to revive.

The attendants, who penetrated like swimming fish, had already begun to present the extended banquet.

Although this is the first part of the dish, it is an extremely important part of the ingredients for the "Hana Matsuri".

——All kinds of flower food, food made from dried flowers, flowers or candied pickled petals.

Their presentation method is consistent with the "small but exquisite" type. The process of eating is not only the eating itself, but also the connotation of playing, viewing, tasting cooking techniques and paying tribute to Fanghui's creations.

"I think we can try to establish a relationship with a certain lady or lady first..."

"With the current status, it is still a bit reluctant to break the damn 'palace love', but the upward momentum is very promising."

"Who should I choose? The lady on the second right when I just left the stage may be the one I like."

The Count of Marseille was now satisfied with his wishes, his face was glowing, and his appetite was great.

He quickly finished the petals and preserved flowers on the plate.

At this time, musicians from the United Principality Festival Orchestra and two affiliated choirs began to enter.

The pivotal link, the musical ceremony that is the core of the 'Flower Ceremony', has finally arrived.

With nearly two hundred elegant men and women in formal attire, accompanied by rows of sparkling gold and silver musical instruments, the momentum is undoubtedly very majestic, even close to the scene of the "Resurrection" premiere of the Northern Continent a few days ago.

During the applause, the attendants served two more rounds of delicacies, but the pitiful amount of presentation was quickly wiped out by Massenego.

The guests around him were eliminated at the same speed as him.

Marseille Negu feels that the unique sweet and sour flavor and the crisp or dense texture are very appetizing, but the portion is too small.

The more you eat, the hungrier you become.

He couldn't help but plan to urge the waiter to serve more quickly, or to load more at once.

But after the band and choir took their places, Renilla's sweet announcement interrupted everyone's thoughts.

"Ladies and gentlemen, now we will invite Mr. Scheler, the 'King of Love Songs' from the South, to take the stage and perform for you his large-scale symphonic work "Summer" composed for the 'Hana Festival' in 914 of the New Calendar. "Noonday Dream"!

"Wow!

"

"Shele! Shele! Shele!"

This time the sound was obviously mixed with calls from more women.

In the brightly lit red church, nearly 10,000 people left their seats slightly with excited expressions, staring at the closed corridor door.

"Squeak."

It was the moment when Fanning, who was wearing a tuxedo, pushed the door.

As soon as he stepped out of the light and dark boundary of the stage, his brows frowned slightly.

To be honest, because of his vigilance, although Fanning was not hungry in the past few days, he did not eat very well. At this moment, the strong sweet smell and some indescribable secret taste he smelled instantly boosted his appetite.

Although the space was open and high, the thirst and restlessness in the spirituality of the people had almost become sticky to the substance. The guests' eyes and words were temporarily focused on themselves, but the rapid breathing and hidden and seductive little movements between each other continued.

The seats in the special patrol hall were all close to the recording equipment. He Meng and Gang were resting their eyes as if no one was around.

Amid the stormy shouts of "Shele! Shele!", Fanning walked straight to the center.

The host Renila stepped back to the corner, and the orchestra musicians and chorus members stood up to greet the conductor.

After entering the stage, Fanning's eyes met with Ann behind the harpist and Luna in the higher choir.

Following the teacher's words, they also never looked at any place other than the stage.

Fanning was laughing, and the two little girls were laughing too, but their eyes met for too long.

Until Luna's expression changed from nervous to confused, and Miss Nightingale's expression changed from happy to confused.

"The South is a price, a painful but real price."

"The poet is dead, Mr. Scheler."

It's really strange to say that I never conducted the first three symphonies properly. One was a temporary team outdoors, and the conductor was changed directly... And now, I am on stage in person, but with such an identity, such an occasion, such collaborators and students I care about...

What a strange fate.

Finally, his eyes moved away from the specific person and stared at the unspecific void, as if he was looking at the chasm at the end of the five-step ladder high up.

"Love is a question."

Only those who are close to the chasm are qualified to talk about whether they can jump over it.

After taking a deep breath and calming down his chaotic thoughts, Fanning closed his eyes.

He stretched out his arm, opened his shoulders, and handed a simple preparatory cue to the brass part.

"Om-Om-Om-Om-Om-Om!..."

Eight musicians held up the golden horns and played a long and short note combination with a strange march style prelude in a majestic tone.

The brass instruments are warm in the metal and most similar to woodwind instruments.

The rhythmic steps are sonorous, but the elegiac minor is the prototype, with tragic and miserable in the majestic.

The opposition between violence and pastoral poetry is rough and straightforward, like drinking strong liquor on an empty stomach, which makes the esophagus and stomach feel quite painful and makes the heart beat more vigorously.

The first movement, "Poem of Awakening", is the key foundation of the climbing path, the lowest form of the world form, and the prelude to the development of the "initial stage of life".

"Winter-Winter!————"

In the second half of the theme, Fanning's arms slightly moved his body.

The bassoon, trombone, tuba, string instruments and percussion instruments all played a fifth vibration downward, as if imitating the sound of drums under the hands of primitive tribesmen.

"Cha!

!" The left hand rises up.

The musician hits the cymbals at the highest point, and then the melody falls.

The music returns to darkness and silence.

A short section of gloomy column chords connects the dull and slow unison ups and downs of wind instruments, and the French horn depicts colors at a very low intensity. 

--"Mysterious Motive" representing inanimate matter.

Or a metaphor for "people before entering the door".

Once, "Awakening Poem" was used to awaken poets, and now Fanning uses it to recognize himself before entering the door.

The low sound of string music emerges from all directions. In the dark and dead and ice-like chaotic world, it seems that something mysterious and powerful is reviving.

The baton in Fanning's hand beats in the air, with a small amplitude and extremely precise.

"Dong-Dong Dong Dong/Dong-" "Dong-Dong Dong Dong/Dong-"

The timpani continues to beat weak triplets.

At this time, the church has already turned crimson.

The "pond" mysticism tendency contained in this movement has a high degree of knowledge homology with the "red pond".

"Pah, pah, pah..."

The next moment, a strange and shocking scene appeared. The magnificent beach and flower paintings in the cathedral suddenly turned around, revealing the papyrus nailed behind them!

A series of huge migration road signs were hung everywhere in the church, and the witness symbols on them were all palms extending from the liquid ripple symbols!