Old-time musicians

Fanning frowned, endured the illusory whispers in his ears, and walked quickly on the campus.

Sheeran followed closely behind.

After a few minutes of walking, the two ran into a man who walked out of the white and elegant arch of the Conservatory of Music. He was wearing a neat black suit and holding a sheet of music.

"Hello, cousin Sheeran. Oh, isn't this Director Fanning?"

Fanning saw something wrong in his smile

My father has been missing for three years, and the Turner Art Museum has long been closed. Is it human to call me like this now?

"Hello, Cecil, I need to ask for leave for the grade group meeting later. Professor Anton Koner passed away, and we have a lot of things to deal with."

Fanning was too lazy to pay attention to these words, but he needed to ask Cecil for leave today.

As a representative aristocratic public school, St. Lenya University attaches great importance to the cultivation of gentlemanly character, requiring students to strictly observe discipline, pay attention to etiquette, pay attention to words and deeds, and at the same time give students greater self-management authority: between high and low grades, or between "outstanding" and "ordinary"

Ram Cecil is a leader in the fourth-year composition major, a manager, and a grade leader.

The original owner is obviously "managed".

The art system of this world "emphasizes inspiration and light theory", and the status of the music major is already embarrassing. Most students come from the middle class who can barely get into the threshold, and do not have the kind of generous, money-burning performance or creation practice conditions of aristocratic families.

They have neither superb instrument playing skills nor can they write any decent works.

Hearing Fanning's request for leave, Cecil put away his smile: "I know the matter, Shilan is my cousin, and I feel more sorry for Professor Anton's matter than you. But the group will involve the selection competition for the works of this graduation concert. I can't approve your request for leave. Please attend on time."

...?

Fanning suspected that he had heard it wrong.

Who has the mood to prepare for the graduation concert when they are about to die...

Cecil saw that Fanning did not speak for a while, and changed his tone to be earnest: "Although you can't produce anything decent, it is a rare learning opportunity after all. You don't need to worry too much about Professor Anton's funeral."

He looked at Sheeran again, "Cousin, if you have any difficulties, we will help you here. After the funeral, don't live alone there. It just so happens that your aunt hasn't seen you for a long time...By the way, don't you like violin? I am writing a symphony for the graduation concert. I will take you to the rehearsal later. It is always good to adjust your mood..."

"For the funeral, the school will send someone to take care of the funeral. Thank you." Sheeran's response was very polite.

At this time, Fanning suddenly had an idea.

The music in this world has developed to the mature stage of romanticism, which is similar to the 19th century when composers such as Chopin, Liszt and Tchaikovsky were alive in the previous life.

But the immortal works of those music masters in the previous life are not available in this world!

If I "borrow" one or two songs from the works selection competition later, it will be a dimensionality reduction attack on these students. On the other hand, it just confirms the approach suggested by the mysterious text message.

So Fanning's mouth finally raised an arc: "Team leader, I understand the work selection competition. I will attend the group meeting on time later. Thank you for reminding me."

"Carlon Fanning, thank you for your cooperation." Cecil's show of kindness to his cousin was met with a cold reception. Seeing Fanning give in, his face relaxed a little.

Who knew that Fanning's next sentence would instantly make his face fall completely:

"But Teacher Anton's matter really has nothing to do with you. Team leader, if your family can come to the funeral with one or two people, I will thank you on behalf of Sheeran."

Teacher Anton's family has long been in decline, and he is just a marginalized professor in the school. Only the original owner, a student who also likes to study unpopular ancient music, has close contact with him.

Fanning is very clear about the motives of this distant relative in front of him.

"Okay, okay, okay." Cecil narrowed his eyes, said three "okay" words in a row, then threw down a sentence and turned away:

"Now is the critical stage of my graduation concert creation, I don't want to pay attention to you. Fanning, if you don't want to regret it later, I advise you to do it alone."

"It's boring." Fanning didn't care and continued to move forward.

"Carlon, I'm not afraid of him, but you don't have to confront him head-on." Shilan rushed up and said softly.

The identity of the grade leader of St. Lenya University is very valuable, which is a double proof of family background and personal strength. Usually the full-time position is generated from the senior students, and the deputy position is generated from the junior students. They have greater management authority over the current grade and the lower grades.

"It's okay, Shilan, I asked for leave from him according to the process, out of compliance with the school's code of conduct and respect for the school's group leader system."

My current situation is indeed very unclear, and I shouldn't make enemies unnecessarily, but some people have too impure thoughts in their minds, and they have bad intentions towards the little girl, so they should be confronted.

The two then walked into the Conservatory of Music.

Fanning took off his hat, handed Xilan a piece of cleaning paper at the door, and leaned over to wipe off the dust and mud on his leather shoes.

Holding the white jade-like spiral staircase handrail, he climbed up to the second floor step by step, and the sounds of various musical instruments echoed in the corridor.

They found a small piano room of five or six square meters, and the two sat down in front of the piano. Fanning put away his hat, leaned on his cane, and returned the bag to the girl next to him.

Sheeran covered his head with one hand, his face looked particularly bad, but he still thanked him softly, and took out a milky white envelope and a thick and large cowhide loose-leaf book from his bag.

"A letter from Teacher Anton, and research notes?"

Fanning looked at the milky white envelope in Sheeran's hand, on which was written "Carron Fanning himself".

He was also familiar with this cowhide book, which always appeared on Teacher Anton's piano music stand, office or desk at home, to record composition manuscripts, research experience and important transcription materials.

After he took it, he temporarily put them next to the piano bench.

Then he opened the piano cover: "Sheeran, I'll play a song for you first."

"Carron, I feel, I'm not feeling well..." The girl sitting next to him looked a little painful. She rested her smooth forehead with the back of her hand and leaned over to the side of the piano's high pitch area.

Fanning comforted him: "Wait a minute, it will be fine soon."

In fact, he was not sure.

He also endured the discomfort of the imaginary whispers and placed his hands on the piano keys.

He played a short, beautiful, and popular rondo from his previous life - Beethoven's "To Elise".

The beautiful theme with semitones came out from his fingertips, simple and intimate, and the broken chords played alternately by both hands flowed like water waves in the piano room.

About halfway through the performance, Fanning was surprised to find that he seemed to have established some kind of inspirational connection with Sheeran.

It was like a strange invisible silk thread!

No, there was more than one bundle, and there were more than ten bundles that passed through the walls around, which seemed to come from other people who heard the piano sound, but they were weaker.

The nature of this silk thread seemed not to be "transmission" or "collection", but some kind of "sharing" or "resonance"!

He felt that his "soul" or "spirit" level seemed to have become stronger and more stable, and those imaginary whispers became inaudible.

After the performance, the pale golden subtitle [0/100] in front of him finally changed!

There were many vague characters floating around.

First it was +2, then a series of +1, +1, +1…

Finally the subtitles changed to [3/100]!

His chest began to heat up.

“Chest?” Fanning stretched out his hand and pressed himself, feeling the sensation of being hit by a hard object, so he took out the thing that had been hanging inside.

The silver necklace was hanging with a small black key, with a rough relief similar to a spear engraved on one side.

The key to his own Turner Art Museum?

Fanning turned it over again, and there was a small vertical protrusion on the other side, which looked more like the Arabic number 1.

Every time his father went away, he would keep the key for him and take it back when he returned.

But since the last time they parted, Fanning has never been able to take it off again.

Three years have passed, and because it feels so familiar with his skin, he often forgets its existence.

“By the way, Shiran, how do you feel?” He came back to his senses.

The girl sitting next to the piano looked at him with her cheeks in her hands, but her expression still looked very uncomfortable.

Fanning thought for a moment, took off her necklace, and wiped it with a handkerchief.

Then he stretched out his hand to wrap around the girl's neck, closed the necklace from behind, and threw the key in front of her into her chest.

"It's a little hot." Shilan lowered her head, "Well... I seem to be a little better."

This is strange, shouldn't this key be made somewhere by my father when the art gallery opened more than ten years ago?

Fanning felt that things were shrouded in a lot of fog, but at least there was a direction to explore, and he was no longer so anxious.

At least the text message reminder was true.

Playing it yourself is naturally a form of "reproduction".

+2 comes from Shilan who has clear sound effects and listens carefully?

And those +1s are from other people who can't hear clearly through the wall or whose attention is intermittent?

If my inference is correct

There will be at least hundreds of listeners in the auditorium in the preliminary round of the work selection competition in the afternoon.

[3/100] is likely to be fully completed!

"Thank you, and your new song is very nice." Xilan thought Fanning was staring at her.

The little girl's cheeks were a little red, and she took off the necklace and gave it back to Fanning.

Fanning smiled at her, then picked up the envelope left by Teacher Anton and opened the scarlet wax seal on it.