Old-time musicians

Fanning gently wrapped the purple strings around his wrist, and its texture became soft and delicate again in the relaxed state.

Marseille Negu might never have dreamed that the only so-called "pond" phase he saw was still a fake.

The phase mysteries involved in the wreckage of the "Fountain in the Painting" include "key", "cocoon" and "derivation". The abstract meaning of "cocoon" includes life and harmony, which brings rich and magnificent colors, and "derivation" allows Fanning to use these colors to disguise his appearance and spiritual phase.

As for what the "key" can be used for, Fanning has not figured it out yet.

"Mr. Scheele, are you in a better mood?" An served Fanning a bowl of mushroom soup.

"I've never been in a bad mood." Fanning laughed when he took it, but the melancholy love poems he sang obviously did not make An believe his superficial expression.

She pursed her lips and thought for a while, then looked around. Suddenly, her eyes lit up and she pointed to the coconut tree:

"Hey! Let's ask the chef to add a meal! This will definitely bring a better mood!"

Everyone looked at the direction of the gesture and saw several large coconut crabs on it. Some were next to the coconuts, using their claws to pry open the green shells bit by bit, cutting off the mashed flesh and putting it into their mouths. There were also several crabs with their appendages firmly hooked on the bark, slowly going down the tree.

One of the many gifts of the "Fragrant Poet".

"I'll do it." Camilla had someone set up a ladder, and climbed up with her slender and tight legs. At a relatively high place, she used a thick rope to wrap around the trunk several times.

Not long after, two coconut crabs that came down the tree the fastest touched the rope. They mistakenly thought they had reached the ground, so they loosened their claws and fell to the ground with their feet kicking in the air.

This is indeed interesting. Fanning temporarily stopped thinking and smiled at Camilla's actions.

He was indeed a little hungry, and his appetite was aroused by the bowl of fresh and thick mushroom soup.

"Be careful, sister, this guy is very strong and can cut your wrist directly into pieces." An warned.

"Don't worry." Camilla raised her hand playfully, removed the rope, and then jumped back to the ground with a few light and lively steps.

The coconut crab is too big and its shell is too thick. In the ecological environment of the southern continent, it has almost no natural enemies after adulthood. But for humans, because its speed is too slow, as long as you don't do anything stupid, it is basically a creature with zero threat, and it is also very easy to catch.

Even if you don't see it on the tree, sometimes you just need to open a sweet and fragrant coconut in the place where it appears, and it will appear by itself. This is considered by the southern people as a small ceremony to invite the "Fragrant Poet". The gift can be taken away directly with a net bag.

Several chefs and hired workers rushed over, and after a simple cleaning, they fed them some coconut water mixed with strong alcohol, and then tied them up and threw them into the boiler on the blazing fire.

"The fire is almost done. If you steam it any longer, it will be overcooked." Not long after, Marseille Negu signaled the cook to remove the boiler, and he used a short blade to roughly cut a few notches in the red crab shells and joints.

After cooling a little, he stretched out his hand and gently pressed and broke the belly of the crab shell, and the crab roe with fresh and fragrant steam trembled and bloomed.

"Please help yourself, everyone. After this summer, it will not be so easy to eat coconut crabs." Marseille Negu shook his head and smiled, and started to enjoy the delicious food first.

Fanning pulled off a huge crab claw and put the sweet and tender white meat into his mouth. The amount was very large, and it had a faint sweet and refreshing coconut fragrance. It was indeed quite satisfying, but he was a little puzzled by what Marseille Negu said:

"Why is it not easy to eat after summer?"

Marseille Negu used his shell to pick the semi-solid and semi-gelatinous crab roe, and once again brought a hint of "I am well-informed" tone and expression:

"It is expected that after this year's "Flower Gift Festival" is over, the United Principality will officially issue a document in the name of the Gift Administration Bureau, and then prohibit the private capture, slaughter and sale of coconut crabs. Well, there are nearly ten kinds of gifts included in the control list this time, including the "drunkard bird" Tia wood pigeon, which is also very popular on the tables of Tia citizens..."

"Oh, species protection." Fanning nodded. This was a more normal thing in his previous life. "It's because the number of these animals has decreased relatively Fast? But will the gifts of the 'Fragrant Poet' also be eaten up? "

"You are talking about the former situation." Marseille said, "But I can't answer the latter question either. It stands to reason that her gifts are numerous and full of enthusiasm. In the past, it was generally believed that people's behavior of eating coconut crabs or 'drunkard pigeons', just like they eat coconuts and berries, is the recognition and acceptance of blessings...

"Think about it, even humans, every year there are so many people in the rain forest or the ocean eaten by beasts, sharks or man-eating plants. Eating and being eaten are the secrets of the 'Pool'. Although I am not a 'flower-touched person', I also understand the basic viewpoints of the doctrine. They don't think that these animals, plants, and insects die because of this. They just fall into the soil of the illusion garden, and one day they will bloom and bear fruit again at a relatively high level..."

"But this time, this is the situation." The knight spread his hands, "Anyway, they are not allowed to be caught. Let's not talk about religious theories, talk about natural or human factors. Maybe it's because everyone is really eating too much? Not only do they consume it themselves, but the export trade volume has also increased dramatically? Or is it that subtle changes in climatic conditions have led to a decrease in the abundance of products? "

Chrétien agreed with some sympathy at this time: "In recent years, I can really feel that these gifts seem to be less numerous than before. The last time I saw a large group of coconut crabs on the beach when I was doing business was ten years ago. However, travelers usually don’t need to eat so many coconut crabs. The current two are enough to feed a large group of us, and there are more coconuts on top of our heads... There is always something wrong with the authorities’ ban this time. Neurotic meaning.”

"What about before?" Fan Ning asked.

"Before? How long ago did you have to look?" Masenegu said, "You are also a poet and scholar who studies history. You should know that the Southern Continent during the 'Duchies' period produced some rare and valuable spices and minerals. and ivory, but from the perspective of some historical data, the natural resources such as animals and plants at that time were very poor, and it was even called a 'land of suffering'..."

Fan Ning nodded slightly, he also had a general understanding of this.

At the end of the third period of history, with the disintegration of the Tulungarian dynasty, the first batch of refugees sailed southward, killing and conquering the indigenous people here, and enclosing cities. This was the so-called history of the southern continent from the 1st to the 4th century of the New Calendar. The period of 'The Principality of Chaos'.

At that time, the composition of the refugees going south was extremely complex. There were war refugees, pirate gangs, royal nobles who were hiding their wealth and trying to make a comeback, extremists from the Holy Sun Church, and esoteric organizations that fished in troubled waters, plus the indigenous indigenous people of this continent. They are also ferocious and barbaric people... You can imagine without describing how this group of people fought in the Southern Continent and how much they destroyed the already fragile natural ecology.

Even historians are often confused by the relationship between the birth and death, evolution, and reorganization of forces and nations during the "Chaos Principality" period in the Southern Continent. Especially in the hundred years of the 4th century, the world was in chaos and its living conditions were in chaos. It was so bad that people from the other two continents simply sneered at it. At that time, there was a saying that "it would be better to drift on the sea than to settle in the South"...

It stands to reason that if this mess is to be brought to an end, even if a great hero emerges, it will have to go through a long, dark and painful process.

But later on, the situation suddenly changed for the better. Not only did the chaotic situation come to an end quickly, but even the ecological environment suddenly changed for the better.

The same is true for the words of Marseille: "...After the establishment of the United Principality of Feton, especially after the official establishment of the state religion status of the Fanghui Temple in the middle of the 5th century, the rain suddenly began to become abundant, and even natural conditions such as mountains, rivers, and ocean currents occurred. This strange change for the better ushered in the explosion of products. Then... everyone has been eating like this, so the current ban, hey, this is really the first time in the history of the United Principality. "

Seeing Fan Ning's thoughtful expression, he shook his head and smiled indifferently: "But to tell the truth, 'gangsters rob caravans on the road' is also prohibited by the authorities. The Gift Management Bureau said that they have some restrictions on gifts. It is a means of tracking or revelation, but this does not prevent people from continuing to eat it, and it does not prevent you from often seeing tied coconut crabs or hung Tiya wood pigeons on the black market.”

"Enjoy the delicious food, friends." He sneered again, uncovering a piece of crab carapace filled with roe, "If those guys were really capable, how could there be so many people in the world who lick toads and eat mushrooms... "

The delicious food, aroma and chat made the mood happy again. The two trainee troubadours could not help but play the musical instruments in their hands, and people with several bonfires wandered and swayed together. At this time, An glanced at Fan Ning, who had empty hands, and suddenly Remembered something.

"By the way, Scheler, wait a minute." She got up and ran quickly to her carriage.

Fan Ning looked at the girl's back in surprise, and then she ran over carrying a guitar.

"Here, I bought them the night I set out, and yours just happened to be broken."

...Great, the musical instrument used by Mr. Scheele can finally be upgraded!

Luna was a little happy, but when she turned around and looked at it, she was stunned on the spot:

"Sister, why did you buy a plywood guitar too?"

"Ah, isn't this the recent trend?" An Zai asked in surprise.

Luna was not sure of the answer for a moment, so she gave her brother Troy a questioning look.

Trova glanced at the two trainee bards again.

After the song ended, Philly coughed lightly. He couldn't understand what happened when the little girl took Scheele to buy a piano. "Well, Mr. Scheler's understanding of the classical guitar instrument may be different from ours." So much the same..."

It's indeed different, in his case it's percussion. Masai Negu picked up the mushrooms in the bowl and nodded with deep understanding.

"Thank you." Fan Ning took the guitar and, like before, removed the D string and replaced it with his own.

They were still observing Fan Ning's movements curiously.

Mr. Scheele seemed particularly fond of it, probably because it was taken from a shipwreck. But Luna knew clearly that when she just plucked it, she thought it was just an ordinary string, except that the color was a little special...

"Schele, can I take the liberty to ask you a question?" As the person who presented the piano, An sat calmly on the other side of him this time.

"Usually you can't say 'no' in this sentence pattern." Fan Ning alternately plucked the open strings and tuned the 12th fret.

Is this a common truth-telling session in travel banquets? ? I like!

Luna sat up straight.

"What were the girls you loved before?" An asked the question, and then quickly added, "Well, this is a bit straightforward, but it is not a simple exploration of love history in the eyes of ordinary people...it can be considered art. Yes, it’s an artistic question! ...I think many people must be curious about what kind of images Mr. Scheler had in mind when he sang those melancholy love poems.”

Fan Ning blinked when he heard the words, thinking about what kind of answer could fit the current character, and at the same time avoid digging pits for himself that would "deflect the next path". Since the inspection of potential musicians from the Special Patrol Hall will come sooner or later, every impression of the people around them will constitute important reference information from their perspective.

"First of all, it must be a good-looking girl!" Camilla raised her hand playfully.

"Youth and vitality must be very important." Seeing the eldest sister's cooperation in livening up the atmosphere, An immediately answered the question herself.

"You should be talented." Luna added in a low voice.

"The title, the title of my family is very high. At least it starts as earl, and there is no upper limit for duke." Massenegu continued to pull the mushrooms in the bowl.

Your stereotype is a bit heavy...

"You've finished talking, what do I say?" Fan Ning shook his head, and then smiled slowly, "Of course I can't resist beautiful girls with outstanding artistic talents. Are there any men who don't fall into this stereotype? ?”

Seeing that several girls wanted to ask questions immediately, he changed the topic and lowered his head with a melancholy smile:

"...However, no matter how beautiful a girl is, she cannot blaspheme the supreme art of music in my mind. If the girl I admire sings out of tune or plays a phrase incorrectly, my good impression of her will disappear instantly. Traces may even turn into hatred.”

Nice, witty answer. Fan Ning was slightly complacent in his heart. He not only made a completely different distinction than before, but also took the power of definition into his own hands, thus avoiding potential pitfalls of "inconsistency between words and deeds" when faced with future inspections.

It's not up to me to decide how the phrases are played correctly...

"I can sing!" An immediately raised her chest and raised her hands confidently after hearing this.

Fan Ning looked at her in surprise, and then Trova spoke: "It's true. An's voice is recognized by the Chamber of Commerce circles in Missing City as having a nice voice. The great Mr. Scheler, I guess it's because of you." He is always dedicated to playing and singing, so our An has never had a chance to perform. "

Seeing everyone around him nodding, An smiled with dimples: "Right, brother, eh, and you, you should introduce my nickname to Scheler, the nickname I have had since I was a child."

"Her name is 'Miss Nightingale'." Luna whispered.

The little girl's tone was a little envious, because she had never had the confidence or talent in this area. She was so nervous that her heart was pounding when she played a guitar chord in front of Mr. Scheele.

"So, Miss Nightingale, what do you want to sing?" Fan Ning couldn't help but feel interesting.

""Spring Dream", song 11 of "Winter Journey"." An winked at him, "Let me do it again, this one is my favorite."

Fan Ning immediately dialed up the flowing 6\\/8 beat accompaniment, and used four measures of sweet and graceful ornamental melody as the introduction.

An was still sitting casually on the ground hugging her knees, but moved her chin away from her knees, leaned back slightly, opened her chest, and sang along:

"I dream of colorful flowers,

Those are the flowers of May;

I dream of green grass,

There are birds singing everywhere..."

The flames set off her upturned red-gold face, and the soprano's voice was pure, delicate and light, as crystal clear as clear jade.

After the song ended, Fan Ning stood up and patted the fine sand on his body. His voice was full of melancholy and admiration: "Miss Nightingale is indeed great. Those berries are for you to enjoy. I am a little tired. I wish not only Luna but also you tonight." Good night."

Ann looked up at the orange fruits among the branches and leaves, and found that they were far away from the redness that Scheler himself sang. She shouted with a happy expression: "Mr. Scheler, you should tell me the shortcomings!"

"You might as well think about it yourself first." Fan Ning's figure got into the car and disappeared.

In his dream that night, he passed through the restless sleeping images and slowly drifted down to the stage of Qiming Church.

The golden mist here is solemn and quiet, and everything has returned to its original brightness and holiness.

In the rows of burning candlestick flames, there were a lot of dreams dancing with thoughts. For some reason, Fan Ning felt uneasy and complicated for a moment. At first, he wanted to directly throw in the thread of inspiration, but he retracted his hand.

After Lianmeng, there were too many strange things that needed to be reviewed and analyzed, and there was no room left for emotions.

Fan Ning jumped off the stage and took a seat in the middle of the first row of mahogany benches.

He began to sort out all the events in his side over the past few days, starting from the first moment he opened his eyes in that dream after falling into the tampered return passage.

This nightmare is really extremely realistic and extremely special. After Fan Ning encountered the time-travel incident, it was not that he had never had dreams related to Blue Star in his previous life, but even if he used the dream control method, he had never had such a strange experience.

Moreover, it is filled with a lot of information and many doubts.

The control of dream control is always limited. In a dream, whether it is the "plot" of the environment or the "direction" of one's own actions, it is difficult to say how much control one has.

The inspiration in the Qiming Church was unusually high. He replayed picture after picture in his mind, taking out every detail of the dream and examining it.

The last concert, Bach's "The Art of Fugue"...

In the taxi, the moon blinked inexplicably, and the meaning of "noon" was inexplicably associated...

Anxious to know the details of the unknown existence of Shostakovich's work in the fragment of the sound series...

The blood-red light in the corridor, the help of "Sicilian Dance"...

The red pool water gradually rose in the closed space in the last scene of the dream...

The photo of "Fountain in the Painting" sent to Fan Chenxun...

Fan Ning sat quietly, sorted out his thoughts for a long time, and finally took a deep breath and raised his hands.

The tangible light golden thread of inspiration was thrown into the candle flame in the corridor.