Old-time musicians

In the exquisitely decorated small room, Fanning opened his eyes.

The skin on his body was intact, but the pain from being cut by the knife still remained. His five senses became sharper, but what he felt was not real.

The remaining sense of disharmony overflowed from his spirituality. The sharp edge of the table, the angry corners, the passionate windows, the hideous oak bars, and the aggressive lights interspersed the secrets of "exhaustion" and manifested themselves in various forms.

His mind was a little rigid, and it was difficult to think about anything in a roundabout way. Fanning first prepared to stand up with his arms supporting the armrest of the recliner, but as soon as he exerted force, the suddenly increased pain made him sit back again.

With a "bang", the impact of the body falling caused the carbonized lamp in the corner of the ceiling to shatter, and the fragments fell to the ground and pierced into the solid wooden floor.

It was caused by the sharp edge of the wooden handrail, and the bright red blood oozed from it.

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When the sense of danger dissipated from this space inch by inch, he noticed the home decoration style picture frame and canvas in front of him with a gentle feeling, as well as the knife gap.

The memories in the dream jumped out of his mind one after another, and Fanning finally began to breathe heavily.

There was no time to carefully experience the fear brought by Boglierich's invisible power. His hand touched the top of his head, and then his heart uncontrollably repeated half a sentence like a tape recorder:

This broken hat is too what this broken hat is too what

Even Boglierich didn't find anything unusual!

It's not clear whether this has anything to do with Mr. F, but if this hat is not reliable enough, I wouldn't have enough lives to die today.

Fanning tightened his top hat, then stood up and hesitated for a few seconds at the door.

I wonder if He Meng has left?

It should be possible to leave on his own, but Fanning is always worried about bumping into him.

Don't let anything happen again. Fan Ning pricked up his ears to listen to any movement outside the corridor, but he didn't know whether the room was too soundproof or He Meng had left or stayed behind to do business, so he didn't hear any sound.

Although it was still early, Fan Ning didn't want to stay in this place for a second. He adjusted his breathing rhythm, slowly opened the door, and walked towards the hall.

There was still smoke here, and there were more than four people. There were also a few more onlookers, and each of them was probably of a similar rank to Fan Ning.

The gentleman holding a pipe was shuffling the cards, some were fiddling with the chips, and some were poking a fork into the sugar bean bowl and putting mint cake pieces into their mouths.

"Vasius, every time I see you come to Santaran Castle, you always have a stinky face." Another gentleman with a loud voice handed a paper cup filled with hand-ground coffee to Fanning, "Sit down and play?"

"I'd like to have the leisure time, open the door."

Fanning naturally didn't know Vasius's acquaintances. He took the paper cup, maintained his usual bitter expression, and spit out a few words coldly.

The man opposite curled his lips, took out the key chain, and turned the switch valves of the swing-type explosion-proof door one by one. After a long series of high-pitched sounds of water vapor, the cast iron door slowly opened.

Fanning took a sip of the hot and sweet coffee and slowly stepped out of the door.

Walking through the corridor, going downstairs, and walking out of the hall, until he completely left the gray twin buildings and returned to the crowded streets, Fanning finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

He stopped a cab and told it to go to the station. A few seconds after getting on the cab, the cup of coffee at the foot of the bench was quickly picked up. The ragged middle-aged tramp took a sip and handed it to the dirty little girl next to him. She drank it all and then opened her mouth to catch the juice.

The public washroom at the station sounded with a splash of water. Fanning, who had returned to his original appearance, pushed open the wooden door and joined the crowd.

Today's oolong incident allowed Fanning to gain a lot of secret knowledge, but he definitely didn't want to do it again.

Although the top hat perfectly concealed the characteristics of the spirit, if it weren't for the things that Vassius had recently investigated, Fanning himself happened to have gone through them all and had some substantial thoughts.

As long as there was one place where he showed ignorance, he would have fallen here today.

What exactly is "character"? Does it refer to a person's achievements in art?

Poglieriqi's words seemed to reflect the extreme importance of people with high-level "character".

On the way back to the hotel, Fanning continued to think about the keywords in the conversation between the senior officials of the Special Patrol Office: bridegroom, sower, blade holder, forged lion, crescent moon

Getting the nomination or official title of "Boethius Artist" seems to correspond to certain keywords, such as the nomination seems to require an artist to have a "forged lion" high "character".

The streets are noisy, the carriage is bumpy, and Fanning, who has his eyes closed, seems to suddenly connect something.

The strange relief that the three saw in the ruins of the Grand Court School not long ago!

The main content of the relief is "a man wearing a crown and a cloak holding a knife to slaughter a cow", and in the surrounding area, Fanning vaguely remembers that there seem to be some other things or elements.

For example, there are more than rice ears, moths, lions, moons, and little people wearing gorgeous clothes or holding torches. I can't remember more details. They seem to be related to those keywords.

After entering the lobby of the "Boethius Hotel", Fanning temporarily put his thoughts aside, went back to the room to take a nap and packed up his things.

Next, he and the symphony orchestra went to the Philharmonic Square of the Theolain National Concert Hall to watch the opening ceremony of the Summer Arts Festival. The scene was as grand as in previous years, and the number of security police officers had been greatly increased, unlike in previous years.

What made the musicians feel excited was that the head of the committee who spoke on the stage also listed their concert in the highlights preview of this year, emphasizing the eye-catching pricing and the rare speed of selling out.

During the opening ceremony, Fanning shared with Lu what he heard about the Transcendental Club at the meeting, especially the relatively abnormal ones. Lu said that the hidden danger investigation of subway safety is being carried out in an orderly manner.

Fanning may investigate some clues implicated in the previous mysterious events in Uvlansel when the time is right, but he will worry as much as he can. Apart from that... the secret organization's small actions that have made the permanent forces in the imperial capital anxious, share the appropriate information, and do the little favors that can be done, which is considered to be fulfilling his duty.

For Fanning, the greatest self-worth is to pursue the truth and destination of art, and the greatest responsibility in life is to leave as much spiritual wealth as possible for all mankind. The rest of the things that come with his heart are inspiration and material.

As the show was about to end, he told several section leaders that he had something to do today, and then directly assigned Kaplun the rehearsal tasks for the afternoon and evening.

"I will check these pieces as soon as I come up tomorrow."

"...Here, Professor Fanning, do you mean to let me..." Kaplun, who was busy marking with a pen, looked up in surprise. He always carried a briefcase with a thick score and notebook with him to every occasion.

"You have been the assistant conductor for more than a month." Fanning said, "I have never seen you conduct the orchestra independently in a rehearsal. Today is like forcing you to see how good you are."

"...I may not be very good. My classmates are all professionals." Kaplun touched his sparse hair, looking embarrassed and embarrassed.

"Being professional only means that they have undergone a whole set of systematic performance skills training since childhood, plus the recognition and expression of musical vocabulary when they grow up...

"Harmony and counterpoint exercises, reading transposed instruments in the score, counting bars to dissect passages and phrases... Sometimes they are limited to a corner of their professional repertoire, and their brains may not be as rich as yours in the vast sea of ​​serious music works, and their familiarity with various interpretation methods may not be as easy as yours."

"Trust your ears, believe in your professional learning results and the accumulation of appreciation experience. The classmates are very familiar with you, and I have made arrangements. If there are any problems, Sheeran, who has just taken the position of the orchestra's principal, will also check for you."

After following him to observe for so long, Fanning judged that his understanding of these three works should be sufficient, at least it is enough to rehearse and solve specific problems.

"If you have less time than others, then some steps that will be taken sooner or later, you need to take earlier. "After Fanning finished this meaningful sentence, he turned and left.

After the opening ceremony, everyone stood up, leaving Kapurun with a thoughtful look on his face.

"Shiran, Carloen said he had something to do today, why is Luo Yin also busy?" Joan, who received the rehearsal task, asked in a low voice when the show was over.

"It's the condolence event, he said it in the hotel last night." Shiran looked at Fanning leaving the square, "Luo Yin has a wide network of contacts in Santa Lan Castle, maybe she was invited to the scene."

"Later last night, Luo Yin seemed to have gone to Carloen's room." Joan leaned close to Shiran's ear and whispered.

"I know, the door has been open." Shiran nodded, "Rehearse well, I'm waiting for the pre-sale of the record after the performance, guess how much we can sell? …”

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After Fanning walked out of the square, he got into a black car that was roaring in place on the street. Luo Yin, who was rarely seen wearing a solemn black long dress, opened the passenger door, got out of the car and sat next to Fanning in the back seat.

“Did you move on the creation that was stuck in one place?” She greeted with a smile.

“There was some unsatisfactory progress.” Fanning replied, “… Let me ask you, if an artist wants to create a work that can move people or make people think deeply, does he need personal experience or situation?”

This sentence reflects another personal question, which is “Do artists who successfully explore death have to be old or dying?”

The girl who was originally preparing to chat for a few words probably didn’t expect Fanning to bring up this topic right away: “Maybe not necessarily, it depends on how Mr. Fanning defines personal. ”

She carefully organized her words for a while: "I have read some poems or novels. Some of their authors are indeed unforgettable, but there are also people with less personal experience who have written touching love or portrayed delicate and profound human nature... The romantic musicians who are good at creating narrative songs with mythological epics are not in the same era as the narrative texts, and those great opera singers have never experienced the joys and sorrows of the characters in the play. "

"I think that the life of an artist is limited, and it is difficult to satisfy the vast inspiration and desire for expression with limited personal experience... What an artist should do most is to feel and experience from the perspective of others or history as much as possible, and then speak for the things he wants to speak for, and speak for the ideas he wants to speak for. "

Looking at the girl's delicate and flawless face, Fan Ning's eyes flashed with a strange color, and after a moment he said seriously: "Thank you, Miss Luo Yin, I will think about your words again. "

The car drove smoothly for a distance in the city center and passed the two corners of the wide preaching square in turn. When Fanning saw the bell tower of the "Saint Janine's Church" in the southwest corner and the baptistery in the northwest corner, he thought of a question:

"Which organization does the poet Basani come from?"

Luo Yin said: "He believes in the 'Unfallen Fire', but his former extraordinary identity is closer to the 'external assistant' establishment of the Special Patrol Office... Of course, strictly speaking, he is a free knower, which is different from the logic of extraordinary access control-those who are not affiliated with official organizations are forbidden, but those who know have the right to be free and transcendent, as long as they do not worship evil gods."

"Mr. Fanning will know more later." She smiled slightly, "The car has arrived, let's get off first."

The two walked side by side.

"St. Janinger's Church of the Sun" covers a large area. At this moment, Fanning looked at it from the front, and it was like a towering wall across the preaching square. The outer walls of the building were built with three colors of marble veneer: most of it was white, and a small amount of yellow and purple.

"The white one was taken from the Norberwin Quarry in the Highlands, the yellow one was from Inges, and the purple marble was mixed with gems produced in the south of Persistan." Seeing Fanning looking at the outer wall, Luo Yin introduced it aloud.

"You know all this?" Fanning was surprised.

"My family introduced the same source of building materials when we renovated the mansion in the town of Hevaler." Luo Yin explained with a smile.

The closer the straight-line distance to the church gate, the more Fanning could feel that this behemoth was making his breathing gradually deepen.

The building was symmetrical and majestic. The gable wall on the front was engraved with pictures of the preacher Janinger preaching, and on the top of the wall stood stone statues of several famous archbishops, such as Benchoire Lenya, who Fanning had seen in many portraits.

"Dad, Mom." Luo Yin walked towards a couple who just came out of the door, his steps were a little lighter, and his tone was also a little happy.

Fanning met the acquaintance he met at the music salon again, the elegant, noble, tall, and serene Marquise, standing next to her was naturally President McAdam.

This was a handsome gentleman wearing a dark red velvet coat and a tall mink hat. His hair and eyebrows were trimmed very neatly. Even when he looked at his daughter, his eyes were serious in his smile, with unspoken but unquestionable authority.

"Young composer Mr. Fanning, right?" After Fanning saluted and greeted, McAdam spoke gently and calmly.