Old-time musicians

On the way back from the funeral, the three of them followed Vice President Huxley and Dean Gould in silence. Google Search Reading

Joan was in the middle of the three, holding Sheeran's hand on one side and walking side by side with Fanning on the other side.

During this time, Huxley turned his head, his eyes sharp but his tone gentle: "Carole Fanning, right? You composed a "Fantasy Improvisation" in the improvisation test two days ago?"

Fanning nodded.

Huxley asked again: "Did you also compose the funeral march that was just played?"

Fanning nodded again.

A delicate hard card wrapped in golden velvet was handed to Fanning.

"Invitation to the music salon on December 7, next Saturday night. You are welcome to come and bring your companions." Huxley turned his head back immediately without any hesitation.

Fanning didn't have time to think, and only instinctively thanked the item handed to him.

Joan beside him looked at Fanning curiously.

"Marquise McAdam's music salon? Wow... This is a big family with considerable influence in the entire Uvransel and even the empire."

Her eyes sparkled: "Carlon, you are amazing, you are worthy of being a young composer! Will you go there when the time comes?"

"Oh?" Fanning leaned in to look at the content of the card in his hand, and Xilan also looked over from a distance.

He also had some knowledge of the salon culture of the Theolian Empire, which was somewhat similar to modern Europe in his previous life.

It is usually organized and initiated by the powerful hostess of the family in a private mansion, and participants are invited to speak freely around topics such as literature, art, theology, philosophy, and social hot spots.

The rise of salon culture broke the limitations of dialogue among all classes in the empire. Whether it is princes, nobles, businessmen, scholars, or the middle class and the poor, as long as they can output valuable content on the topic of the salon, they will be respected by everyone.

To organize such a high-end social occasion, you must first have a strong network of contacts and a lot of financial resources to support a nearly extravagant banquet.

The chat must be after having a good meal and drinking wine, and then continue to eat some exquisite and expensive snacks while chatting.

For the organizers, the significance of the salon is to reflect the comprehensive strength and elegant taste of the family.

For the participants, the level of the salon that a person is often invited to can directly reflect his social status and his professionalism and authority in a certain field.

Fanning looked at the introducer column below, and there was a group of gilded patterns composed of ancient Hoffmann language.

These nobles love ancient Hoffmann language when writing to reflect the ancient heritage and exquisite cultivation of the family.

He barely recognized: Kay Huxley, the Bologna School branch at the University of St. Lenya.

Seeing this name in writing, Fanning recalled that this Vice President Huxley was also a sculptor, and his small works had been exhibited and auctioned in his own art gallery a long time ago.

"Bologna School, Guidance School... they are all schools..." Fanning thought secretly, "Is this also a knower organization?"

"Since it is a branch stationed at St. Lenya University, it means there are other school branches... So there is a unified school behind these imperial noble schools?"

"What kind of power is the Guidance School?..."

Fanning thought in his heart, playing with the invitation letter in his hand, constantly switching sides.

Seeing that Fanning had not spoken, Joan poked his shoulder: "If it is convenient, can you take us there? Xilan also wants to relax, right?"

Fanning looked at the two people: "As long as I am sure to go, I will take you, okay."

Vice President Huxley must be a knower

Today is only Monday, and there is still nearly two weeks of sufficient time to collect and investigate other information and decide whether to go.

But the most important thing is that I must be promoted to a knower as soon as possible, so that I can be sure to deal with various things.

Joan stretched out her little hand, her fingers as white as green onion roots: "Carloen, in return, I will provide you with three free dream interpretation services, very professional ones, how about it? If you have any confusion, well, this kind of confusion is common to most people."

Finally, she tilted her head and made a victory gesture to Fanning.

"Sister, are you a king or a bronze?" Fanning felt that she was getting more and more confused about her.

Everyone went back to the west gate of the school and separated.

Fanning, Xilan and Joan had lunch together in the cafeteria.

"Carloen, you have to take good care of Xilan."

After reiterating the agreement with Fanning to meet at the main entrance of the campus on Thursday night, Joan said goodbye to the two and walked to the northwest to catch up with the class of the School of Literature and History.

"Carloen, what you just meant, do you mean you want to live in my house, or... or do you want me to follow you..."

In fact, Fanning used to be a frequent guest staying at Professor Anton's house, but the situation is different now.

Fanning smiled: "Just like before, I'll stay at your house."

The apartment I live in now is too ordinary.

"If my Turner Art Museum can reopen one day, I will definitely let you experience those luxurious guest rooms."

"Oh." Shilan moved his steps and followed Fanning's footsteps.

There was a lot of snow on the main road of the campus, and the two walked in the silver-clad snow.

"The most embarrassing problem now is that I can't get the Yaozhi spiritual liquid myself to activate the 'four-fold line' migration signpost, otherwise I would have known it in a minute." Fanning continued to think in his heart.

10 ml of "Candle" phase Brilliant Spiritual Liquid, the market price is 100-150 pounds, and if it is more expensive on the black market, I can't afford it.

Let's take a step back and ask Xilan to borrow some money temporarily. I will find a way to pay it back immediately after becoming a knower.

But the key is where to buy it?

The kind of trading gathering organized by the knowers hidden in the dark? I don't know, I won't say it, and I don't dare to go even if I know.

Go to the Woodpecker Affairs Consulting Office again? Sir Viadrin will definitely provide it to me-of course, the account will be recorded in my name.

But I can't say "this one you gave me is not good" in front of him, and then take out another strange sign, nor can I say "Can you go out for a while".

Although he may not be watching me next time, the initiative is not in my hands.

At present, the only way Fanning can think of is to see if he can find a relatively reliable person, get a relatively reliable "black market" information, and then collect some money.

Well, the relatively reliable "black market" still sounds very unreliable.

This question is really embarrassing...

The professors' houses are built in an area north of St. Lenya University, close to the Conservatory of Music. No. 6 in this row of small villas is where Teacher Anton and Shilan live. Although it is not a luxury house, it has its own independent courtyard. Not far from the north gate is the more prosperous Cedar Square connecting the inner and outer blocks of Lenya, which is very convenient for life and travel.

"Carlon, don't frown." Shilan suddenly pulled Fanning's arm.

"Oh, okay." Fanning came back to his senses, "Which day did you ask for leave?"

"Today, plus the previous weekend, three days are just enough to handle it... I will take the entrance examination next year, and I am under a lot of academic pressure now." Shilan unlocked the gate of the yard.

"Your grades won't be a problem, Xilan." Fan Ning consoled him, "And the dean made a clear statement today. It won't be a big problem to go through the recommendation channel. It will be easier. Don't put so much pressure on yourself."

The front yard is a lawn, and the swing and small rockery under the tree are covered with ice and snow.

There is a big chestnut tree as tall as the roof at the door of the house, pressing down on one side of the second-floor window.

Xilan's slender and white fingers pointed to the other side of the yard: "Kaloen, this is what you planted yourself when you were a freshman a few years ago, remember?"

"At that time, I was carrying water, and Dad and you were digging a hole with a shovel each, and kept complaining that your shovel always led him astray."

Fan Ning looked at the row of small fragrant leaf trees covered with white snow. There were ten of them, not neatly arranged. If they were aligned, they were obviously crooked.

"Xilan, I know how you feel now, because I feel the same way."

Fan Ning looked up at the exquisite cottage again: "This is my first time to come to the home of Teacher Anton who is no longer here. The last time I came was three or four days ago, and everything was fine."

Xilan continued in a daze: "The last time I saw my father was when I went to school last Monday. I lived in the school for the next few days, and then I rushed back after hearing the news. I cooperated with the police at the scene and dealt with the remains. I don’t know how I walked out of this house in the end."

Her voice was a little choked: "These few days I rested at Qiong’s house during the day, and she accompanied me to keep vigil at night. In short, I dare not go home to face this situation again. It seems that if I don’t come back, my memory of home will stop at the last happy weekend."

Fan Ning looked at the tearful girl in front of him and sighed deeply.

After his father disappeared three years ago, he had a deep feeling of how difficult it was for a person.

If Xilan were as young as she is now, a more mature person might handle this situation more calmly in the eyes of outsiders, but the grief in his heart would not be less.

He took off his hat, took out his handkerchief, and wiped his hands.

Then he took a step forward and gently placed his hand on the girl's soft hair:

"Xilan, you can cry if you are sad."