Old-time musicians

This casual opening statement must not be ideal if evaluated from the standpoint of wanting to hide one's identity.

However, this time Fan Ning no longer deliberately pursues the above purpose.

Moreover, the reaction of the other party and his party was unexpected. The railway policeman had no expression on his face and took the ticket and the temporary fake ID handed over by Fan Ning without saying a word, and returned them without saying a word.

The plainclothes jacket investigator's expression was even colder. He remained silent throughout the whole process. He did not respond to his statement that he was "not an art practitioner" and did not even take a close look at the documents and bills.

Beginners of music notation amuse themselves with "single melody humming" as a piece of music. At the corner of their eyes, they glance at the two lines of single-part music notation with ink stains and messy handwriting on the table. They think they know a thing or two about appreciation. The investigator smiled inwardly and signaled the two railway policemen to continue to open the road and check other passengers.

Fan Ning took the ID back and put it in his purse, then slowly picked up the hot water bottle on the table and took several sips.

"So are the inspections on trains now strict or lax?"

He closed the lid of the pot and put it away, looking at the two gentlemen diagonally across the aisle.

His voice was neither high nor low, and he didn't care that the three people checking tickets in front of him were still far away from his position.

The gentleman who rushed to attend the "first quarter work meeting of theater chains" was stunned for two seconds before he realized that the other party was talking to him.

He pushed up his glasses with the thick bottoms of wine bottles, looked at the messy music tables on the other party's table from a distance, and whispered:

"You should be from a southern city. You rarely come to the north in recent years. In fact, I have only heard that people from outside the city will be checked more strictly when taking the train to Uflandsel. As for the situation just now, I am also the first to An experience”

"I've confirmed once again that you are not talking about Santa Ramburg." Fan Ning shrugged, "Such a special treatment, why, is Tiolean planning to change the imperial capital?"

"You heard it just now. That person reported that he belongs to the Ministry of Culture." Another old singer said, with a somewhat dissatisfied expression. "The Ministry of Culture has had some trouble this year. Although it seems to the public, We still interact frequently with Turner Art Hall, and there are back and forths. In fact, what those of us in the system feel is that everything seems to be inconsistent, everything is done in a sloppy manner, and there is a quarrel between the sponsors of the two schools of thought behind the theater chain. There seems to be more.”

"It's not just in the past year that some departments in the House of Commons have become angry." Fan Ning said with a smile.

Gentlemen who can afford first-class carriages usually have decent careers and have many opportunities to deal with government departments. At this time, the gentleman with bottle-bottomed glasses nodded in agreement:

"Friend, what do you do?"

Fan Ning sincerely held up one of the fake certificates he had just obtained:

"Chemical Engineer."

“Opportunities to deal with the Ministry of Culture and Media are limited to major incidents.”

Perhaps he saw the reason for Fan Ning's teasing tone, as if he had some grudge in his heart because the man's attitude towards the two parties was too different. The gentleman in bottle-bottomed glasses said "Oh" and explained in a serious tone:

"For an outsider like you, it's good to have a hobby. But if you really get into the art industry, you'll know that it's uncomfortable to look at the mountains. Moreover, the longer you stay, the more you You will know that this place is definitely not a pure land, and there is not so much idealism to speak of."

The flight attendant in professional attire poured him a glass of dark beer. He raised the glass and gestured to Fan Ning to end this brief but friendly social conversation:

"If you want to learn how to write some songs using the melody in your head, you have to practice sight-singing and ear training, and it's best to learn some harmony."

"Thanks for the advice." Fan Ning responded with a smile and a warm greeting.

Time passed by, and drizzle gradually began to fall outside the window.

Fan Ning huddled in his seat and resumed his sleep state with his eyes closed.

It wasn't until nearly 22 o'clock at night, when the train had already slowed down significantly as it approached the station, that he suddenly found that his mood began to rise and fall uncontrollably.

My palms were even a little sweaty.

"hiss------"

Amidst the huge roar of high-temperature steam, the train covered with thick coal ash arrived at the station and stopped.

The car door was opened, the crossing was paved, and the passengers filed out. The two people who had chatted with him a few hours ago had already disappeared into the crowd.

Fan Ning took a deep breath, stabilized his hat, picked up his briefcase and cane and stood up.

The night in early spring was still cold and rain was falling in the sky. During the ten minutes he walked on the platform passage, he breathed the air smelling of soot and perfume slowly and carefully.

Too familiar, yet too strange.

Nearly two years have passed since the premiere of the "Resurrection" Symphony on July 20, 1914.

Not too long, not too short. Logically speaking, it shouldn't be so unfamiliar.

Maybe it was because he moved around too many places, used a false identity, and spent most of the next year in the abnormal zone.

In the last experience, under the divine light of the "star track" shining down from the sky, Fan Ning successively broke open the unidentified tissue and mucosa - which was actually the area outside the lighthouse that had been polluted and became an extension of the "back chamber" - Entered Qiming Church.

A wonderful enough fate, having already reached the same destination.

It's just that we no longer arrive in a dream, but actually arrive at this secret place of migration from the outside.

He could never have imagined that the hidden coordinates of the Church of Enlightenment in the rifts and folds were adjacent to the lighthouse left by Bach, the "Endless Fugue", in the B-105 Abnormal Zone.

Later, the continuously proliferating mucous membranes filled in the path that Fanning had broken through again - the mystical structure of the "cracking field" was crumbling, the abnormal zone outside the lighthouse was still in a state of collapse, and the pollution created by Mr. F had never stopped.

The window outside the Church of Enlightenment became sealed again, but Fanning inside was out of danger.

After spending enough time to restore his physical strength and tune his spirituality, Fanning chose to fall out of the dream of the Church of Enlightenment in an ordinary way as usual.

As a result, he fell into a sea area in the south of Theolain, and after flying for several days, he landed and returned to the northern continent.

"Da Da Da", "Da Da Da", "Da-Da——", "Da-Da——"

The gradually stopping sound of horse hooves brought Fanning's memories to reality.

He opened the curtain and stepped out of the carriage.

"It's almost eleven o'clock."

The back of the cab disappeared at the corner. He stood in the drizzle, staring at the large art building in front of him in the dark.

After a long time, the lines and colors of his figure gradually became transparent, and he slowly stepped onto the marble steps with splashes of water.

The office area on the second floor was once Fanning's personal living room.

After the new music director Bruno Walter took office, the sign of "Music Director's Office" in its external office has been moved elsewhere, and now only a "Kapulan Art Fund Committee" logo is hung.

On the long gray cloth sofa in the corridor at the entrance, there are still six department managers holding documents in a line.

"Good night, Vice President Olga." Seeing that Olga, Kapulan's wife and the current deputy director of the chain cinema finally walked out of the door, a manager in front of him hurriedly stood up.

"Thank you for your hard work." Olga smiled from her worried face, glanced at the clock in the corridor, and thanked the colleagues who worked overtime to prepare for the quarterly work meeting.

"Next, please come in." Sheeran's soft voice came from the office.

"That's the general framework. In the analysis of operating data, unfavorable factors such as record release quotas, genre ratio restrictions, and long activity approval cycles can be highlighted. Of course, we do not avoid the quality decline caused by the rapid progress of theater layout, and the internal friction factors of the two schools in the communication mechanism. But smart people can see that our current revenue capacity is still limited by certain external policies, which can preserve some of the confidence of investors."

"I understand, Miss Sheeran."

When the last department manager left, the time was past midnight.

Sheeran loosened her headband, took off her high heels and put them back in the wooden cabinet, and stepped on lighter and softer silk slippers.

She dimmed the lights in the room, slowly leaned back in the office chair, exhaled tiredly, and prepared to relax for a while before going to the bathroom.

"Knock, knock, knock."

Suddenly, the knock on the door sounded again, and the half-closed door opened more than halfway.

Xilan immediately sat up straight, looked in the direction of the sound, and then she was stunned.

Under the bright orange light in the corridor, she saw that the person holding the door handle was Fanning in a black dress with gold-plated buttons!

He slowly took off his hat, then looked at her with a smile:

"Xilan, I'm back."