Old-time musicians

The rare rays of the sun shined through, brightening the golden curves of the clouds, illuminating the shadows of the two people and the trees, and making the snow in the courtyard shine white.

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After briefly gliding over Sheeran's smooth brown hair, Fanning quickly lowered her hands.

"Look, the sun is out."

Sheeran sniffed her little nose, which was red from the cold, and said: "Caron, thank you. In fact, my saddest time has passed. You know, when I listened to you playing that song at the funeral, Although I kept crying, I felt much better afterwards, and it gave me a unique outlet.”

Fan Ning nodded slightly.

The two climbed the steps.

Sheeran took out the key from his small fabric satchel, turned the door lock, and looked back at him: "Caron, I think you seem to have changed a lot recently."

"Oh?" Fan Ning looked at her.

Did he discover something after traveling through time?

"It's hard to say." Sheeran tilted her head and thought as she opened the door, "It seems that while being calm before, I feel a little more sure, or is it confidence or something?"

"oh."

Xilan finally smiled softly: "You are stupid."

The door opened, and Fan Ning put on her usual white slippers with ease, took off her black dress jacket and hung it on the clothes rack in the living room.

The walls around the living room are covered with grapevine-like embossed wallpaper, the sofa is covered with a black velvet blanket, and there are two sets of colorful oak coffee tables in the middle. On the slightly higher circular steps inside the room, there is a black seven-foot grand piano. Behind the piano is a large floor-to-ceiling window, and you can see the small greenhouse in the garden outside.

It is naturally much better than Fan Ning's residence, but among the professors, Teacher Anton is definitely not someone who pursues quality of life. Apart from hiring hired workers for repairs and gardening, he and Xilan do their own daily living. reason.

Fan Ning continued to light the fireplace in a familiar manner. After the house became slightly warmer, the two of them did a thorough cleaning of the two-story villa, which took six or seven hours.

Later in the kitchen, Sheeran threw a few beef ribs and ribs on the grill, sprinkled them with salt and pepper, and cooked a large plate of Lydian macaroni, topped with melted cheese and cream. Fan Ning stirred a mixture of milk, flour and sesame oil, beat in two raw egg yolks, poured in half a bottle of Wavlan black beer, foamed and beat well, then wrapped it in a fish with its head and tail removed, bones removed and powdered. Top and bottom pan-fry until golden brown on both sides, making a simple plate of fish and chips.

The last thing that was served was the turnip, carrot and ham soup cooked together. The two of them sat face to face and had a home-cooked but serious dinner.

After Fan Ning finished washing, he put on the pajamas he always kept at the teacher's house, and played the piano in the warm living room - the Ctissibio brand commemorating the 900th anniversary of the new calendar. Professor Anton liked it very much. Crisp and bright tone in the treble area.

Sheeran walked out of the bathroom, wearing a knee-length violet cotton robe. She took off her slippers with her bare feet and crawled onto the carpet on the sofa closest to the piano.

She leaned on the sofa, folded her legs, held her chin, and listened intently to Fan Ning playing the piano.

It took Fanning more than an hour to play all the movements of Anton Konard's Piano Sonata Nos. 10, 11 and 12.

Only then did Sheeran speak softly: "Caron, I didn't expect that you have also finished practicing all of Dad's last three late works."

"Yes, I have always wanted to record a set of Mr. Anton's complete piano sonatas, but my level is limited." Fan Ning shook his tired arm.

"I think you play beautifully, Carolne."

"Thank you." Fan Ning smiled at her, "But recording and publishing records cannot have so many flaws, and a lot of technical difficulties need to be overcome one by one... Those commercial music can take as little as two or three years, or as long as twenty or thirty years. People always It’s different. Once serious music is released, it needs to be permanently responsible to the audience and art history. It may take many more years of practice before I can find the right time.”

Xilan looked at the door leading to the study from the living room, then looked at the direction of his father's bedroom on the second floor, and said quietly: "Carolen, I can't help but think that my father is actually still here. It was just a show." Meng, he is still at home, and he will come out of the study wearing his tattered pajamas later, commenting on your performance just now, or coming down the stairs from the second floor, saying that it is getting late anyway, so you better not leave... I can't help but think like this."

Fan Ning sat in front of the piano, staring at his fingers on the keys.

After a moment of silence, he looked up at the little girl on the sofa: "Xilan, I think Teacher Anton is indeed still alive."

He looked into Sheeran's eyes and explained seriously: "Artists who have left great works will live forever in another way. The works are their life and will. No matter when and where people are, as long as they play He can feel his music and even resonate with people’s souls.”

Sheeran still frowned a little, but nodded obediently.

"It's getting late, go to bed." Fan Ning took back the hand that was pressing on the keys.

"I want to listen to one more song." Sheeran yawned and patted his mouth with his hand.

"Okay." Fan Ning shook his head helplessly, put his hand back on the keyboard, and played Tchaikovsky's "Barcarolle".

The slightly ups and downs of the cool accompaniment sounded, and the cantabile melody had a hint of melancholy.

On the river in early summer, as cool as night, a lonely boat was slowly swayed into the distance.

Sheeran was lost in thought as he listened to it.

"Did you write this recently? What's its name?"

"Is it? I call it "Barcarolle"."

"I like it."

The two went up to the second floor and said goodnight to each other. Fanning closed the door for Sheeran and emphasized again that if he encountered any abnormal situation or felt any discomfort at night, he must wake himself up.

After lying down in the guest room next door, which was only separated by a cloakroom, he took off his necklace.

Although this art gallery key has a strange function, he still can't see anything special about it.

The light golden subtitles in front of him, just after playing "Barcarolle", have been upgraded from [390/100] to [395/100].

He threw the key on the pillow, turned off the light and closed his eyes.

Fanning had a dream that he didn't realize at first.

He and a boy walked side by side on the foggy street, which should be in the Knight Square area of ​​Green Peacock Street near the school.

The boy was rather sturdy, and there was no information about his clothes and appearance, but Fanning knew that he was Lou Adair, who had met him at the funeral—the head of the second grade group at the music school, the son of a railroad tycoon, and the timpanist of the school symphony orchestra.

The two chatted with some illogical words on the hazy street.

Fanning shared his experience of growing mushrooms in a viola with gin, as well as the information about airship skydivers' performances, and his comments on the styles of corsets worn by girls nowadays.

During the period, Lou Adair responded to him fiercely, insisting that he was just a timpani mallet, and said that he would catch a fire-breathing dragon in King Louis' kitchen to prove his point.

As they chatted, Fanning's consciousness suddenly manifested the appearance of the art gallery key.

He reached into his chest and touched the necklace he had been wearing in real life.

So he successfully realized that he was dreaming.

He suddenly felt something and made a strange joke: "Team Leader Adair, do you think we will talk about this dream when we meet in reality? Or is this just my own dream, not a shared memory?"

In the dream, the upper part of Lu's face became clear and his eyes became clear.

He looked at Fanning in surprise, then at the smoky streets around him, and suddenly stumbled and fell half into the ground.

Fanning stretched out his right hand and tried to pull, and the almost invisible golden thread entangled and let Lu stand again.

"Not good!" After lending a helping hand, Fanning immediately felt his spirit burning violently, and he was about to run out of inspiration, lose consciousness, and fall out of the dream.

At this moment, the key hanging on his chest in the dream began to heat up, and brilliant light spots gathered towards him from all directions.

There was also a more turbulent torrent, which came from a sewer manhole cover on the street. Fanning felt that under the manhole cover was the edge of the star world and the entrance of the migration.

At this moment, Fan Ning felt that his pitiful little inspiration was rapidly consumed, just like a floodgate opened.

But on the other hand, because of the change of the key, inspiration from all directions was replenished at a faster speed.

As a result, he maintained Lu's wakefulness and was magically stress-free.

"Key? What's wrong with the key?" Fan Ning almost exclaimed in his dream.