Old-time musicians

ah! Is that so?

After hearing her brother's question, An made an expression of sudden realization.

"Mr. Philly, after we set off tomorrow, can you take the time to help me pick out a handful of glue on the way..." She made a decision, but before she could finish her words, her father Chretien made a silent gesture. She also targeted Troy.

An subconsciously covered her mouth, and then she realized that Mr. Scheler was still sitting with the piano in his arms, without raising his head.

The two troubadours opposite him continued to sit upright and did not answer Troy's question.

"Guide" Masai Negu also stood behind the tree holding a cup and said nothing.

Anping also likes to sing. At this moment, many people with musical literacy, including her, have realized that Scheler's inspiration for "Palace Love" seems to be more than just an art song. The "Good Night" just now is in the narrative Structurally, it is obviously just a function of "pushing back the curtain".

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A suite, a long poem!

Although his complete creation cannot be completed overnight, his current inspiration is obviously still abundant.

""Weather Vane"." Fan Ning reported the name of the second art song in a soft and low voice.

He plucked two strings with his fingers and played an A minor unison with an octave separation and changing rhythm. The melody fell into a trough as it descended, bringing a series of trills like the breeze.

"There is a weather vane on my beloved girl's roof,

The wind plays with its direction as it pleases.

In my eyes it is,

The fickleness of fate. "

Fan Ning's voice is delicate and trying to be calm, seeming to cover up the protagonist's boredom and sorrow after accidentally seeing a "weathervane" on the road.

The unison texture under the fingertips was replaced by waves of decomposed chord strums, and the narrative perspective seemed to have temporarily changed:

"If he would raise his eyes,

Keep your sights on the rooftops.

He will understand the loyalty of this lover,

Never count on it. "

Trowa listened blankly, and even Masenego, the knight who had just declared his goal, began to have blurred eyes at this moment.

Then the rhythm under Fan Ning's fingertips was very fast, and the phrase structure was relatively long. The tonality changed repeatedly, with extended pauses between dense phrases, as if the protagonist was shouting urgently and restlessly, and gasping exhaustedly. The exquisite presentation technique gradually pushes the emotion to a climax:

"The wind plays with my heart wantonly on the roof,

It's like being in the house and no one knows it.

Why should I suffer?

Because soon she will be a rich bride. "

The ending, a continuous chromatic ascent, is followed by a low vibrato, leaving the listener with only a silhouette of the wind vane still blown by the breeze.

The song lasted for more than a minute, and many people felt like they had been stabbed in the heart.

Trois burst into tears, and felt that such an emotional outlet was very comfortable. He already felt that Mr. Scheler was undoubtedly a more suitable teacher for learning.

For title music, it is important to convey the title to the audience in time. Fan Ning signed up and played and sang three songs in a row.

""Frozen Teardrops"" ""Frozen"" ""Bodhi Tree""

Sad and lonely songs, sad tears, sighs of extreme loss and helplessness...

The body is frozen, and the past moments with his lover have been condensed in the depths of the protagonist's soul, vivid and indelible...

Then the protagonist recalled the Bodhi tree in his hometown. The warm sunshine of the past is gone. Now I am wandering, enduring the biting cold wind. I suddenly hear the rustling of leaves again, as if saying to myself, "Go home, I will wait for you quietly here." It's been a long time. The major melody makes people feel relieved and infinitely sad...

"Damn it, how come these troubadours understand 'court love' better than us knights..." Massenegu sighed deeply as he listened to these sad songs, but he seemed to have found the answer. He could not see through the other party's inspiration before. This may be the reason for the intensity.

As the long poem progresses, Fan Ning once again experienced the "sense of being watched" and "sense of creation" when trying out the piano.

"Performing music in this country really has its own special features, such as extremely strong emotions, sense of substitution and appeal. Something seems to be happening around me..."

Fan Ning only felt that he had become extremely emotional while playing and singing. The time in his past life, the scenes of the Northern Continent, the fireworks in the sky of the first New Year in another world, the summer time at Saint-Overney Manor... all came to his mind uncontrollably. , even the emotional principles of "awe, concentration, restraint and not letting down" that I once established seemed to be loosened.

"I can't play anymore. I'll stop temporarily after playing the next song, stop at a quarter of the music collection, and stop oscillating the divinity of the extraordinary strings, and replace it with ordinary playing. Otherwise, I'm afraid something excessive will happen. The shocking response must at least have a transition..."

""River of Tears."" After making the decision, he swept his thoughts aside and announced the name of the sixth song to everyone, "Tonight's inspiration is tired, it ends here."

Under the melancholy E minor chord, Fan Ning played slow, strange triplets and dotted rhythm patterns, as if some kind of stagnant and painful inner monologue was brewing.

In the 5th section, the song begins with an ascending broken chord, and then falls sadly downwards, repeating this path sadly:

"The tears in my eyes,

Drops of water fell on the snow;

The ice and snow sucked,

My burning sadness. "

Luna listened blankly. There were so many surprising points at this moment, Mr. Scheller's musical attainments, endless poetic inspiration, a guitar that cost 5 pounds and superb effects... But these points were all thrown behind her mind. She just kept thinking, what kind of past did this wandering poet have to write such an unforgettable art song?

The tone of the music changed in the 19th bar. The transition to G major was gentler than before, giving people a brief fantasy and hope, but it was like an illusory bubble that only added to the troubles: 嵛

"When the earth turns green,

there will be a warm breeze,

it will melt the deep snow,

it will break the hard ice.

Snowflakes, do you understand my desire,

tell me where you are going,

or let my tears,

flow along the stream?"

... let the tears flow along the stream. Trova was in a daze.

Fanning's left hand switched between frets without a trace, but he closed his eyes while playing. The deep memories of the past all turned into a bitter hum at the end:

"It will take you through the village,

through the noisy streets.

If you feel your tears are hot,

you have reached her house."

When the guitar stopped, everyone was intoxicated by different illusions, and regarded the vague feelings of these illusions as real wine.

Troya and Marseille Gu lowered their heads silently, the girls were sobbing slightly, and Luna leaned slightly towards Fanning's position, and tears dripped down her cheeks and lower cheeks onto the gravel.

Drunkenness, quiet night, love poems, rising bonfires, all of these easily blended with the season's movement, unconsciously forcing people to cry.

Watching Mr. Scheele put down the guitar calmly, An hugged her legs and kept muttering the last sentence of the sixth poem "River of Tears".

"If you feel your tears are burning, you have reached her house."

Not only her, more than half of the people were overwhelmed by this sentence.

"If you feel your tears are burning, you have reached her house?"

What kind of desperate love is this! What kind of experience does one have to have to write such poems and compose such a melody?

The burning black olives and jujube wood are beeping.

"Badge! He has the blessing badge of the 'Fragrant Poet'!"

The trainee bard Fili suddenly shouted, breaking the silence of the inn courtyard.

Including Fanning himself, everyone looked up at a relatively high place in the courtyard-

The crystal stars flowed in the night sky, the branches of coconut trees, palm trees and jackfruit trees cut through the sky, and in several places, there was a faint orange-red glow of strange fruits!