Old-time musicians

"Love is a question."

Thoughts flow out with endless inspiration, and Fan Ning's baton slowly rises, rises, and falls.

"But Tulungalia told me that high in the world, there is a pure light refracted by the glow, which is above all desires and desires, beyond all restlessness and narrow boundaries, like a candle that always burns, The lamp is bright, illuminating the journey of eternal ascent.”

This is not a conventional finale in any symphonic work.

Not Allegro.

Not sonata form.

It is by no means a majestic and passionate cliché, and there is no need to apply the final chapter template of "join the chorus to sublimate the theme".

The sixth movement, "Love Tell Me", is a solemn adagio and a free rondo form.

Time has frozen into a slow flowing wind.

All the hysterical struggles completely subsided, and the final base of the ceremony platform was completely wiped out. Only countless tiny particles and light and shadows were floating in the dark red void.

Fan Ning was quietly suspended in place, and the musicians, whose consciousness had almost disappeared, were finally led by his hundreds of threads of inspiration to the finale of "Summer Noon Dream".

Returning to pure instrumental music, even the opening only has strings.

With the superb counterpoint skills in his mind, he pulled out a perfectly intertwined harmonious ribbon in the string section, and the solemn and quiet love theme in D major slowly flowed out from the violins in the middle.

Extremely gentle, extremely graceful, extremely affectionate.

"Tulungalia told me about suppressed emotions and desires, disguised encounters and satisfaction."

"When I say goodbye to everything in the Northern Continent, the most direct, concerned and sad emotion must be the 'Resurrection' symphony that I have devoted all my heart to and is about to premiere, as well as a series of people and things related to it. "

"For example, Kaplan, this lamentable student, I most hope that he can have a body that is not tortured by illness, have a higher starting point in music than a 'fancier', and can avoid a few years of detours. I know that he Apart from music, what he can’t let go of most is his family. He hopes that he and his wife can have a few more children and hold a warm family concert in their free time.”

“So I met Walter in the South Country.”

"He is an official intellectual of the Holy Sun Church, a famous conductor who was born into a musical family in San Porto. He is in good health, has a strong character, has a harmonious family, and has two children. Moreover, Kaplan in the waking world has passed away, Val The unique 'character' will not create a paradox with him when he returns to reality, so his fate in the dream is destined to be able to escape, and the bloodline of the Western Continent will not be threatened by the broken dream of the South. He will go to the Northern Continent and come to Ka Where Pullun once worked, take over his baton."

"The people from the Special Patrol Department who forced me to enter the secret door are the ones I hate the most in my life. I never dreamed of killing them. Therefore, they provoked me in the small town of St. Arternes and in the hospital. The bodies of the two leaders of the hunters who were ravaged by snakes and died in the lobby happened to correspond to He Meng and Gang, and the other seven subordinates were the seven senior investigators that day."

After calmly examining these emotions, a calm and gentle smile appeared on Fan Ning's face.

"As for the other people"

Fan Ning slowly lowered his baton.

Formal stance and posture have lost their meaning.

He walked casually in the void where broken objects were floating, and waved to the vocal spirits of the double corpus and the French horn one after another, as if saying hello gently.

After the wind group joins in, the first insert of the rondo is expressed in the key of C-sharp minor. The music reaches a high point and then falls temporarily, forming the first deep and longing emotional trough.

"Actually, Xilan, I know that she has a courageous and strong side in her character, and I also know that her violin talent is outstanding and unparalleled among her peers, but in my heart she has always been a weak, weak person. The little junior sister who needs care and guidance is also the person I am closest to and most trustworthy in this life, so on the eve of my farewell, I handed over all my music career in the Northern Continent to her."

“Dreams are not complete ‘reappearances’ of emotions, but ‘deformations’ and ‘disguises’.”

"So, the Luna I dreamed about in the South Country was a little sister in her early ten years. Because of the 'discoloration', her physique was not very good, and her musical talent before awakening was not outstanding. This It was my subconscious concern for 'care and guidance' that I even acted as the 'hands-off shopkeeper' on weekdays and handed all the gold coins that others brought to my door to her for safekeeping. This also coincided with my entrusting the Turner Art Hall to Xi. Lan is responsible for unconditional trust”

The emotional trough is filled with melancholy and fainting emotions, and then the music begins to climb again, and the Rondo Adagio theme of love returns.

Pessimists who are well versed in negative pleasures also find it difficult to decide whether to fall here, because they can suddenly see the end of the world and the universe in the light of love, and all pursuit and pain seem to have the possibility of ending.

Then comes the second thrust, the second valley.

The trumpet theme and trombone solo from the first movement, "Poetry of Awakening," recall the restless and confusing emotions.

A second, deeper, more yearning low.

"Ms. Luo Yin, who comes from a famous family, has all the character, habits, talents, temperament, and manners that I admire in the traditional understanding of aristocratic ladies. She understands all my in-depth thoughts on art and can always detect my deep-seated thoughts. Emotions always help me in every aspect without asking for anything in return.”

"I actually know what it means. I can't promise anything in the face of the fog ahead, but I will still be immersed in the comfort and joy of being 'understood' from time to time, even though it is not very peaceful."

"So I dreamed about Ann again. Miss Nightingale, who had the same impeccable talent, beauty, temperament, and keen insight into art, confessed to me during the trip to the South. It was precisely because I had 'already understood my feelings.' But Miss Nightingale His character and talents have undergone other changes in the dream."

"She is a very smart soprano. Most of our collaborations are in the form of 'guitar plus vocals' or 'piano plus vocals'. This does not seem to have anything to do with the cello that Miss Luo Yin is good at. In fact, it is not the case. Last summer, When we discussed the choice of choral text for the symphony, we were trying to perform a large number of art songs or opera excerpts. Of course, this is not Luo Yin's main talent. The dream state has shifted here, maybe it is What am I avoiding subconsciously?”

"Yes, Miss Nightingale is still a lively and cheerful pure optimist. She will never be knocked down by adversity or frustrated by setbacks. That is the disguised 'escape' psychology in my subconscious. It seems that if a girl In this way, I can get along with him as a teacher-student or companion without any psychological burden while knowing his intentions clearly."

Fan Ning closed his eyes hard and shook his head.

The music climbs out from the second trough, the swirling love theme reappears, and then falls into the cold and boundless emotional abyss.

A lamp is like a glow, and so is love, which can make the climber see or blind. Even if there is sufficient illumination at the top, knowledge or questions flow in the shadows below.

"As for Joan, it may be because when we first met, she was a close friend of the same age as Sheeran, so the impression in my mind was also biased towards the quirky sister. However, when her self returned to 'Miss Purple Bean Cake', The change in personality and temperament and the recovery of mysterious strength have somewhat caused a change in impression in the opposite direction."

"So the Camilla in the dream is the eldest daughter of the Chretien family. She has a more mature temperament and a stronger aura. The process of first acquaintance was not as fast as Luna and Ann's getting to know each other. Maybe later on , and it could also reflect some of my deep subconsciousness, but as Qiong’s own spirit body drifted directly into the dreamland of the Southern Continent and found me, this illusion of sleep dissipated silently.”

"It is indeed a journey accompanied by three people, that's right."

Fan Ning wrote three interludes in one breath, allowing the musicians to separate the theme of love three times, and the formed troughs became darker and heavier each time.

But in each progressively intensified harmonious and melodic expansion, the strings and brass powerfully declare that the peak of thematic reproduction is becoming clearer and more brilliant each time.

With a serene smile on his face, he gently stroked the famous beat with his bare hands.

That is a path that has never been taken before.

It is the sunshine and breeze flying in the sky on the wings of passionate love.

In the Hui Tower, he drove the chariot, rising quickly and silently toward the top of the path.

In the void where ruins and ruins are floating all over the sky, there are only a few areas that look very inconsistent.

Where everyone is in the Special Inspection Hall, the red carpet is still there. In the wiring harness of the recording equipment, the cyan halo flashes like a signal light, and a strange border is formed outside. The broken stone pillar touches one end, and it is directly Stretching out from the opposite end, this space seemed to be blocked and independent.

For these people, the purpose is simple and clear: to ensure that the ceremony is held normally, wait for the "red pool" to arrive as scheduled, and then contain it. The rest of the messy fights and life and death have nothing to do with them.

And in a sense, Scheler's continuation of music may further weaken the state after the arrival of the "red pool" and increase the probability of successful containment.

At this moment, the altar has reached an advanced stage of recording the ritual music and harmonizing the mysterious characteristics.

The others were immersed in the secret ceremony, but there was an extra person standing next to them.

He has the face and temperament of a typical Tioleon northern gentleman. He wears a nostalgic denim-colored dress, white gloves and gray boots. He has short, erect black hair and holds the remains of the long and sharp "Blade", the source of the weapon. Stay still and wait calmly.

The leader Pogolic was personally present to wait for him.

But outside the altar, in the breast pocket of the conductor's tuxedo, there was a group of light that was brighter than the halo of the recording equipment and showed a profound purple color - the strange thing caused by the sixth movement "Love Tell Me" The qualitative light was so intense that it shone directly into the nightmare from above the Hui Tower, and under its cover, even Bogolelic was not aware of it.

That's Fan Ning's cell phone!

Fanning made just one additional move before taking the stage.

He turned on the recording on his phone.

"Hoo ho ho ho ho"

After a few more bars of music, the dark red background suddenly blurred in all directions, seemed to be substantially "thickened", and began to squirm violently and uneasily.

"Hahaha, the 'Red Pond' is about to be seen." In the chaotic light and shadow intertwined with the pile of paint and the purple arc, "Miss Crimson" once again let out a nervous laugh, "I will definitely be picked up, chosen, and promoted. , rise higher again! Zidou Cake, you idiot, everything you do is meaningless, and your efforts to fight for it are meaningless! Even if I let the music here continue until the tenth movement, it has no meaning! "

After hearing this, Qiong laughed completely indifferently:

"It has nothing to do with her, understand? The main thing is that you are too annoying to pester her all day long."

"I just want to drag you down with me!"

Amidst the splashing of blood and electric arcs, Qiong threw out a migration road sign stained with a strong "Tyre purple", and the witness symbol was a purple key-shaped model.

It was the "cracking field" road sign that Fan Ning had tried to leave in the hospital hall with his cooperation.

She seemed to want to take advantage of the entanglement with "Miss Scarlet" to directly drag her into this dangerous migration secret realm!

"Qiong, you have already lost the fruit, don't do stupid things!" This time, Fan Ning finally didn't care about observing himself, and directly stretched out his arm and shouted.

"It's just a revisit to the old place. If I'm not dead, I'll wait for you to save me."

"There is my own private migration road sign hidden in it. Go and have a look when you escape."

A silver flute flew towards him.

Fan Ning was about to grit his teeth and say something, but now he had to catch the flute and put it in his arms.

"It's actually there?"

The next moment, Qiong, who sensed the location of the road sign, turned into a purple stream of light, dragging the paint ball behind her, and rushed directly to a position behind the original stage.

——The stage had fallen apart. That was where the "Feast Beast" was originally. This behemoth was something that persisted until the last moment and dissipated. Now it is on the verge of collapse, and only a vague distorted shape can be seen.

A large piece of sticky plasma covered the cracks, and then bubbles appeared like boiling.

"You lunatic!" "Miss Crimson" was shocked and angry when Qiong dragged her fiercely.

"This is not a southern country, it is a dream of bloody love, a birthing bed for pleasure seekers, and the esophagus of the "Red Pool". You can't float into any other dream. Every inspiration and emotion of yours is showing her unique appetite!"

The purple stream of light dragging the paint ball hit the plasma several times.

The two sides were deadlocked again.

"Sister Zidougao, go around to the right and back and go down." Luna suddenly spoke in a weak voice.

Since the awakening of the "Discolored One", she has somehow gained a lot of knowledge about the "child mother" in her mind.

As the person involved, Qiong and Fan Ning who were watching all this were confused.

Fan Ning only knew that the "Feast Beast" was built by a violin-making family related to the Holy Wounded Order, but he couldn't figure out the deeper connection for a while.

Qiong didn't dare to delay asking in detail, and directly fell towards the area pointed by Luna, dragging the paint ball and falling towards the "cracking field"!

The barrier of plasma burst open.

The purple disappeared.

She knew that Fan Ning would definitely save her later, so she didn't need to wait to hear any promises, nor did she need to calculate the conversion method of favors.

Both sides didn't know how many times they had saved each other.

"Climb to a high place, don't look down!"

The girl's last reminder in a high tone made Fan Ning, who was distracted, tremble all over.

Behind the dark red background that was "thickened" and squirming, and the fog that was neither liquid nor gas, elusive and difficult to avoid, it seemed that there were thousands of compound eyes staring at him.

Fanning glanced at the esophagus of the "red pool", and before he could see what it looked like, he suddenly felt numb and itchy all over his body, as if thousands of tiny organs were about to grow out.

He immediately withdrew his sight, continued the inspiration of the music, and looked up again.

The third deeper and darker trough, walked out.

The "love theme" in D major reappeared in the ending.

Gradually, Fanning saw the golden sun at the end of the door, and the magnificent and glorious "candle" spiritual knowledge was already in sight.

The "bubbles" above, which were transparent and holy, and shiny in color, actually began to sink.

That was a very small part of the "historical projection" of the Southland that Saint Niji transformed into at the cost of all his secret history. The light and shadow in it included people, scenery, buildings, flowers, paintings, texts and music scores.

After they were created, they were still infected by the "red pool" and seemed to instinctively try their best to float upwards.

But after the sixth movement "Love Tells Me" sounded, they floated down again.

The two girls, whose transparency had almost been lost and only some colorless light and shadow raised lines were left, thought of the small note left by the teacher at the last moment.

While slowly taking out and opening it, they followed the "historical projection" and were pulled to their side by Fanning's inspiration thread.

The teacher turned out to be

No wonder it was so

The surprised Luna and the stunned Miss Nightingale.

But they felt very sleepy and their consciousness was no longer enough to support the intense flow.

Fanning shed a small tear, which was caused by smiling and closing her eyes.

"Teacher, don't be sad." Luna spoke as lightly as a feather falling to the ground.

"This is the most beautiful slow movement I have ever heard in my life." Miss Nightingale's voice is still as clean as a mountain spring.

Her tone is still smiling.

"I said before that I am an overly lucky girl. If luck is limited, I should have used it up long ago."

"It's romantic to be your dream!"

"See if you can remember after waking up that there is a Miss Nightingale who does not exist in the South, who sang many of your songs!"

They hugged each other gently one after another.

Their figures also merged into the bubble of the "historical projection" of the South, and could no longer be seen clearly.

"No, no"

"You are not non-existent" Fanning shook his head tremblingly, and he tried his best to search for something in his mind.

There must be something that should be figured out but has not been figured out.

"The basic principles of mysticism tell me that the world's appearance and the world's will together constitute the real world."

"The characteristics of migrating creatures tell me that there is no 'living and dying' in their eyes, only 'forgotten or remembered'"

"You are not a substitute for the refraction I experienced in the Northern Continent, nor are you a complete nihilistic dream. What I call a dream is not so much a dream as an encounter in the will of the world. However, due to the dream Reflecting subconscious and transcendent emotions, my emotions make me more 'directionally' entangled with your fate."

Those bubbles of southern historical projections touch one after another, merge, merge into one, merge into one

"No, no, you must be true too!"

He suddenly let out a cry of self-doubt and tried his best to sound confident.

"Pfft——" "Pfft——"

The chilling sound of slurry gushing interrupted Fan Ning's contemplation. The dark red growth texture on the original "background" suddenly tore and opened up, and the entire space was surrounded by densely packed mouthparts and open mouths. Egg sheath!

Those mouthparts did not devour the people inside, but their first target was the merging "bubbles" floating in the air.

Due to the homology of "pool", the witness who returns to the HOS also needs to eat these "historical projections" of the southern country to stabilize her divine power.

In the blink of an eye, less than half of the bubbles transformed by the saint's efforts were swallowed up by the "red pool"!

"The recording is coming to an end, right now!" All the personnel in the Special Inspection Department suddenly opened their eyes.

Pogorelic's left hand volleyed and made several cuts on the closed interface. The two chief inspectors controlled the pivotal position of the altar and recited the final prayers.

The electrical engraving knives in those devices vibrated violently, constantly carving out precise sound grooves with bluish light on the film.

This space suddenly became distorted, in a form that completely violated three-dimensional vision, starting from the containment altar as the center, sucking in all the things in the dream "from the inside out"!

Flesh and blood were struggling in all directions, but with the weakening of divine power, the main body of the hastily separated "pool core" was completely unable to reverse the situation.

In fact, this is entirely the function of the variable Fan Ning.

Originally, according to the heightened level of the fifth movement, the danger level of the Special Inspection Hall was still very high, but the arrival of Fan Ning's unexpected sixth movement completely overturned the original knowledge about the "Red Pond" in "Poem of Awakening" The thorough purification has also qualitatively improved the recording equipment's containment capacity.

But only five or six seconds later, the unexpected happened.

Fan Ning gently put a bunch of inspiration thread on the mobile phone in his breast pocket!

"Dreaming? Are you worthy enough to take away the historical projection of the Southern Kingdom?" He sneered softly.

Than containment capacity?

Containment capacity based on storing the music of "Summer Noon Dream"?

Do these people have doubts about the sound quality of modern mobile phone recordings?

Or do you still have doubts about the power of the secret history of this "paradoxical antique" that traveled from Blue Star and houses the "Fountain in the Painting"?

The center of space distortion absorption was transferred to Fan Ning's hands in an instant!

Regardless of the bubbles created by the people, the "red pool" in the hidden history is the object of worship of the southern esoteric cult organization and is also part of the historical projection.

Fan Ning was going to take all the orders, take them back neatly, and then deal with them slowly.

"Is this Scheler?" Pogorelic asked calmly, "It's interesting, there are people who dare to oppose me in front of me."

"Schele, it's not good for you to do things casually regardless of the occasion." Gang looked coldly at the conductor in front of him in the light.

"You guys do it."

After Pogorelic gave the order, he made a simple movement of pushing the "blade" away with his thumb.

Just this.

Fan Ning, who was glanced at by the other party, suddenly felt an irresistible sense of oppression.

The surrounding space seemed to be divided into pieces, no matter from the visual or tactile perspective. His range of activities was randomly restricted in a narrow alley, and blood flowed from the places where he touched the boundary. As noted.

Facing this extraordinary world leader who enforces the sixth level of order, Fan Ning felt a sense of terror and powerlessness that completely violated his free will!

"Little Mr. Scheler, flowers!" suddenly came the voice of an old and exhausted man in the air.

Master Lucter? Fan Ning's heart was agitated, and he didn't have time to look around and think. His focus moved to his left arm. Suddenly, pink light spots all over the sky spurted out from his body.

The last unfading nectar of the South.

The last divine power of "Fanghui Poet", the final divine power of the complete witness of the Lord's personality!

The air was suddenly frozen, except for Fanning himself, the flowing music, and the mobile phone that absorbed everything.

Even Pogolelic couldn't move at all!

The pink light began to burn violently.

In the last less than a minute, comparing the burning speed and the containment speed, it seemed not enough.

"Mr. Scheele, you gave that answer, so the projections seemed to be closer to you just now."

Hearing Master Lucter speak again, Fan Ning, who was controlling the flow of the finale, looked around.

The music is still flowing, and the old man’s voice continues:

"Although it is only a very small part of the projection, even less after being swallowed, but you should not absorb any more. You must leave a part of the power of the 'Fanghui Poet' to help you escape. Otherwise, even if you absorb all the 'Pool Core' It doesn't help. After the nightmare of the 'red pool' collapses, it will produce strong and chaotic space turbulence, and even Pogolelic will not be able to find the exit for ten and a half days."

"After waking up from the dream, I still leave it to you to project the history of the Southern Kingdom."

I saw some almost invisible petals drifting towards me from the void farther away.

The preaching deeds of Saint Jie and the immortal poems of Master Lucter are naturally part of the historical projection of the South, and they are the most colorful ones.

"Little Mr. Scheler, we have known each other for too long, so I say goodbye to you."

Finally, they silently gathered in these bubbles.

"Is it just a very small part of the southern country that has been remembered?"

"A very, very small part?"

Fan Ning was mumbling to himself.

"No."

His eyes were filled with golden light, and he uttered a few words with great determination:

"When you hear this song, you feel like you are visiting the southern country."

The chariot that Fan Ning was training erupted with unparalleled light, and those three-two projection bubbles merged into a large ball of clear and bright spherical light and shadow, slowly rotating around Fan Ning.

"Tulungalia told me that it begins with a rough 'emptiness', breaks through into a sad 'existence', turns the pain of flowers into the singing of living beings, lets humans bathe in the glory of angels, and finally, lets The opposition between violence and pastoral poetry tends to be reconciled, allowing the artistic spirits of 'Dionysian' and 'Apollinian' to complement each other and blend into one!

"

As the musical thoughts continue to deepen, the emotions for life and nature, the reverence and praise for love and art, accumulated throughout the song, turn into an explosion of energy that bursts out!

"Winter!—Winter!—Winter!—Winter!—Winter!—Winter!—Winter!—Winter!—"

The long-silent timpani struck endless fourth notes, and the containment speed of the entire twisted flesh and blood space suddenly increased exponentially!

At the end, the gates of heaven are wide open, and everything in the world is bathed in the all-encompassing holy light. The endless yearning, white-hot passion and heart-wrenching suffering are all so violent that they are almost ingenious. The melody reaches its peak, and the end of the song is simply earth-shattering!

Pass through the "Gate of Lights and Shadows" and be promoted to the Deep One!

The incandescence gradually swallows up the dark red, and the figures and floating objects change the background color.

The holy sphere of historical projection also began to shrink with Fanning as the sphere.

Following the spiritual guidance of the last burning nectar, Fan Ning's entire body quickly fell from the dream.

There was a crackling and churning sound like a mud explosion from above.

The dream world completely collapsed.

Amidst the dazzling ripples, Fan Ning looked at his open palms, feeling the path that was completely blazed by himself, and the extremely unusual and profound gnosis it brought.

"Below the Hui Tower"

He was the first to feel that under the base of the Huita, or under the entire shifting space, there was endless spirituality drifting into the distance.

Some of them can be traced back to a more vivid aura, while others are as dead as ashes and cannot be recalled after turning their heads.

Those seemed to be people and things that had passed away in the long history.

Perhaps, those conjectures I had before my promotion were not rootless revelations.

Not only the Southern Kingdom, but all those things that one regrets and regrets, when one reaches a higher level, they will definitely not completely lose hope.

Suddenly, there was the feeling of the soles of the shoes hitting the ground.

A dry, hot sensation.

But suddenly, Fan Ning seemed to experience the salty smell and the sound of waves.

There are also white sand beaches, black volcanic rocks, hoarse calls of water birds and scorching sunshine.

He turned around suddenly, expecting to see a white-haired little girl standing in the shade of a tree, holding an open coconut in her arms.

But all the five senses returned to reality, and he only saw the dry soil all over the barren land, the withered and dead trees and flowers, the weathered ruins, and the muddy sea in the distance and beyond.

This is not the southern country. It is the "land of confusion" today and the "land of suffering" in ancient times.

A deserted area of ​​drought and desolation.

Fan Ning recalled the mountains, oceans, rainforests and city-states of the past in his mind, recalling the smell of flowers and food, as well as the voices and smiles of those people, and finally, his two students.

They and they do not exist in the real world. For the time being, it must be only temporary.

Even so, it does not exist in reality, but it leaves such a musical poem, which is also a contradiction and paradox.

Their singing can be heard again.

This is contrary to ordinary people's logic and is a paradox that should be banned, and forbidden things have power.

Paradoxical antiques, the power of secret history, listening to this song, one feels like visiting the southern country.

"I will take your projections and continue to search for answers until one day I pick you up again in the long drifting river."

"At that time, I would also write a symphony, a symphony with a chorus."

There are still many things that are not understood.

Fan Ning looked at the sea in the distance, then lowered his head and stretched out his finger, lightly tapping on the screen of his phone.

The pink light flashed away, and the recording of "Summer Noon Dream" ended.

I woke up from the dream.

(End of Volume 3)