Old-time musicians

Chapter 174: Last Words

Chapter 608 Last Words

In the courtyard behind Turner Art Hall, in a deep corner where flowers bloom, raindrops patter on the branches and leaves.

This moment is just like that moment. Regardless of weather or otherwise.

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More than a dozen gentlemen and ladies were walking, and more reporters followed step by step. Pairs of leather shoes and high heels ran through the mud and passed through railings, flowers and lawn paths.

In front of the pure white marble base, trees and stone sculptures divide the view just right, and exotic flowers and plants bloom in the stepped flower beds.

Next to it is a clear pool full of lotus flowers, and further back through the branches, you can vaguely see a small gravel road leading to the back mountain.

"On the day of the premiere, remember to come and listen."

"I will definitely come, there's no need to say."

"Remember to come and listen." After chatting for a while, he still said this.

The hair standing on the back of the wheelchair is like dry grass, and his right hand is raised in a gesture similar to OK.

After closing my eyes and opening them again, I saw the empty twilight in the lobby of the nursing building.

Fan Ning took off his hat with dripping water and stared at the black and white photo frame in front of the tombstone.

Wearing high-end gold-rimmed glasses, a straight tie, expensive pens, and paper covered with calculations and charts, Capron is sitting at the big desk smiling at the camera, looking like a business elite.

Fanning didn't bring any bouquets, so no one else left flowers.

Only Olga was bending over and wiping the tiny spots on the monument that had been stained by rain and mud.

The inscription groove on the epitaph, the composer's personal inscription, gradually became clear again:

“You were struck down with rods and fell to the ground, and you soared high on the wings of angels.”

After all, the nature of today's occasion is different from that of the day of the burial. To the music fans who were willing to follow and the media who rushed to report, they did not express their gratitude and indifference as they did that day. They just pulled a few strings between the tree trunks from a distance. "Line of Order".

Their hands and equipment stretched out over the "Line of Order".

The epitaph is one of the focal points of his lens.

Fan Ning stood in silence for a long, long time, his thoughts trying his best to explore other time and space, a time and space that was different from the current one but had a mystical connection.

Some kind of resonance, mirroring, echo or testimony is special or timely and may disappear soon.

It's a way of thinking that's been easy to come by since Fanning emerged from the aberration zone, and it feels like dragging pieces of a jigsaw puzzle across an uncertain river.

Strictly speaking, from the moment of dawn on the premiere day of July 20, 914 in the New Calendar, everything that happened in this city and this hall has a separate relationship with Fan Ning. .

——He knows nothing, has not seen anything, everything is relayed by others, read reports, or hearsay.

Whether it is the troubadour Scheler or the priest Lavoisier, they are all characters who have drifted to another time and space.

There are two breaking points for this separation.

The first one was with Kaplan, who was replacing him at the premiere of "Resurrection".

The second one is Fan Ning himself who has returned and stands in front of Kaplan's tombstone.

The camera shutter sound is still ringing.

"What were his last words?" Fan Ning asked after a long time.

"Last words?" The people behind him were recalling quickly.

Sheeran sighed: "It seems not. He didn't have time to say anything else on the podium."

"From this point forward, the last words count." Fan Ning suddenly pointed the conversation at another person, "Does Mr. Owen know?"

"I wasn't there at the time." Owen, who had been standing silently on one side, responded calmly.

"Oh, it turns out you came here later." Fan Ning said as if he was in a daze.

"." Owen's mind flashed back to the scene where the two had confronted each other at the site of the "Grand Palace School", and he heard the hidden meaning in the other's words.

Fortunately, Olga's answer at the next moment put the scene on hold:

"He said, 'I, as the permanent conductor of the Old Symphony Orchestra, declare that the performance will go on as scheduled.'"

"The performance will be held as scheduled?" Fan Ning nodded slightly.

"I see."

Fan Ning turned around with a deep breath.

"Then, the performance will go on as scheduled. In the last half hour, I have to go back to the conductor's lounge to make some adjustments. Sorry, everyone."

"Where, where." The guests responded politely.

"Welcome back, see you in the lobby later."

"As you please."

The crowd began to move again.

At a certain moment closer to the "order line" drawn from the tree trunks, in the crowded queue of music fans, a reporter's voice floated out with a higher volume:

"Conductor Fanning, what are your expectations for this 'return concert'? - I mean, outside of your own 'return' purpose."

"Get something you deserve."

"Should I get it?" The other party was puzzled.

"Or claim it?" Fan Ning did not look back.

In the brightly lit and resplendent symphony hall.

"You seemed to have eaten a little bit just now?" Lassus leisurely flipped through the guide book in his hand.

"In those few seconds, I did have the thought, 'That's what I thought,' but only for a few seconds."

Owen would close his eyes and rest his mind now, and his emotions had calmed down.

"Your preaching face is always annoying, as if if I make some low-level embarrassment under the spotlight, you will get some low-level pleasure in return. However, they all call it "authority", right? Then, the authority and leadership of "authority" have their own way of manifestation, and our conductor Fanning will soon feel it."

The two were on the left and right of the VIP area, but they were not adjacent seats, and there was a seat between them.

No one has been sitting in this seat, at least in the eyes of other audiences.

It seems that the ticket buyer did not come because he was delayed by other things, and did not transfer the ticket.

The applause has already started, and the musicians and chorus members have begun to enter one after another.

"So now, you have quickly adjusted your mentality again?" Laxus smiled, "Sir Owen, it seems that at least I did my psychological work that day."

The string group musicians gradually extended to the edge of the stage, the wind group's instruments shining with gold and silver ran through the entire band, the percussionists stood in a row, and the chorus members in black and white dresses sat in four rows and twenty columns under the golden organ.

"Look at these people, haha, it's amazing? Right, you and I, as the Proficient, know that these artists may not even be able to withstand the impact of the chariot, but when they are arranged in parts in the posture of preparation for performance, a certain invisible sense of sublimity envelops you and me, and even has a real and profound impact on spirituality, as if they are preparing for some kind of ancient ritual of high status."

Otherwise, what is the "art" that can affect the spread of the abnormal zone?

Laxus, who is also a "Forging Lion"-level musician, smiled lightly and stroked the list of songs with emotion.

Owen no longer responded, staring coldly at the stage.

"Hua La. La."

"Hua La La La La La! --"

Sporadic applause suddenly sounded, and then triggered a denser group of applause, which was like a storm passing through.

Some of the audience, including the two of them, habitually looked at the entrance and exit of the cast and crew on the left side of the stage.

But they found that the focus of the others' eyes was not on the stage, but on the aisle.

Fanning, wearing a dark black tuxedo, stood up from a seat somewhere in the audience and walked along the aisle to the stage!

Not only did the ordinary audience not notice, the investigators who were sitting scattered did not notice, and even the nearly ten official organization's enlightened people in the hall did not notice that Fanning was sitting in the audience in advance!

"Why didn't Conductor Fanning walk on the stage?"

"What is the custom of going on stage from the audience?"

Amid the applause, many people were discussing and asking questions.

"It seems that was the seat reserved for Mr. Kaplan to watch the performance!"

"Yes, he seemed to stand up from that position and announced that he would take over Fanning's conducting!"

"Now, Fanning repeated the incident and took back his performance?"

"And the repertoire was also revived!?"

Ten steps.

When Fanning was less than six meters away from the stage.

There were a few eyes from different directions in the symphony hall, all cast on the object in Fanning's right hand.

Especially Laxus and Owen, their eyes suddenly became extremely sharp.

And, between the two people, the vacant seat seemed to have a non-existent gaze cast over.