Old-time musicians

"Teacher, those two carriages are of a style that only the archbishop or the queen crowned by him can ride! When I think of these two people coming to find you, I feel like I am in a dream..."

An's hair was blown by the hot wind, covering half of her face.

Although Master Lucter's status and strength are not inferior to them, after all, the head of the church and the head of the royal family have more "public figure" characteristics.

"The people behind the hillside?" Luna looked at them and asked curiously, "Do they have so many subordinates?"

Colorful clothes swayed in the wind along with the sea of ​​flowers.

"Some of their subordinates are part of it, and the rest should be citizens of Tia City who have seen the vision." An said, "Most people like to come and join in the fun. I can imagine when they find the pink whirlwind blowing around them. How would they react? There must have been a large number of citizens surrounding the main entrance steps of the concert hall, and they followed the church and royal carriages all the way here. "

"If it were me, I would also like to be able to see the poet laureate of the year for the first time. Of course, I will do it earlier than the 'first time'. I am right next to the teacher."

"Luna, I want to thank you for inviting the teacher to join our caravan's journey."

"Actually, I want to thank the Pelican. I came to see the Pelican." When she thought about the 50 pounds gift she proposed, and when she thought that she now kept more than a few hundred pounds of gold coins, the little girl's pale cheeks felt a little hot. " ...So, will Master Lucter come here after hearing the news today?" She asked another question and continued to look forward, "Hey, I seem to see Mr. Walter."

"I think Master Lucter must sneer at joining in the fun." An couldn't help but smile as she recalled the feeling of singing love poems in the finals that day.

In fact, Lucter always emphasized that his appointment order was right after Walter. If he knew that today's matter was related to Scheler, he would definitely rush back with great interest, but... the Crescent Poet did not know for the time being. .

To him, the birth of the Poet Laureate just represents a feat of "forging a lion". With his temperament, there is really no need to join in the excitement of this annual "Awakening Chant".

"Teacher, why don't you express your feelings?" Luna realized that she had been talking to her sister, and she finally turned to look at her teacher.

Fan Ning also looked at the crowds of people in the distance, but in fact, since he stopped writing the theme in the middle of the second movement and asked Miss Nightingale to continue telling him "Apollo and Macias", he has not looked back. Talk.

After the true midsummer came, he had been thinking about what the flowers in the field of fox lilies told him, about music, about origins, about the adjacent details quietly revealed from the knotted mixture. ramie

"Why are they so enthusiastic, so fragile, and able to regenerate so quickly?" Fan Ning looked far away at the vast sea of ​​flowers in front of him.

In scenarios like these, things that seem within reach often take far longer than expected to get to. An also felt the same. Every time she felt that these carriages and people would reach her feet as long as they "moved" the distance in front of her, but in fact they just moved from one rolling hillside to another that was slightly lower and closer. sea ​​of ​​flowers.

But what Fanning was referring to was not "them" but "them."

Those fox lilies that have been run over by wheels or trampled by pedestrians will immediately wither and decay, and then turn into red dust in the air like snow melting.

Barren wounds appeared in the sea of ​​flowers.

But in the areas farther back in the trajectory, where the trampling time was longer, the yellow-brown soil sprouted new green again, and dots of fiery red appeared.

"Fox lilies are very fragile flowers, yes." Luna nodded gently, and leaned over to lift up a corner of the tablecloth holding the flowers. All the flowers there had fallen over and withered. "A little stepping and squeezing will suffice." It will kill them, and during the stormy season when it is not suitable to go out, the wilderness will become more barren, but they are always reborn quickly."

"Will the new flower still be the withered flower?" Fan Ning asked.

"Nature is no longer..., right?" The little girl thought this was an obvious question, but the teacher asked specifically, and there was a hint of uncertainty at the end of her answer.

Born into a high-class merchant family and well-educated, she undoubtedly has good thinking and expression skills: "Perhaps, it depends on the perspective from which this process is viewed? For those of us who enjoy the scenery, the wilderness The sea of ​​flowers will last forever, and all fading questions will be answered with new life. Today's fox lily field is as passionate as fire. If a storm sweeps here tomorrow, it only needs to wait until the sunrise the day after tomorrow, and it will be equally passionate. Like fire."

"What if it's not our perspective?"

"Aren't we going to see it? Then maybe, every withered flower will no longer be able to wake up. They will disappear with their own unique characteristics and disappear completely. This seems tragic." Luna imagined. After a while, she shook her head in confusion, "However, according to your teachings on the basics of occultism, only a more independent spirit can enter dreams, and finally realize the separation of spirit and soul, and be able to see the true color beneath the surface. ...No one would think that flowers can dream, so by inference, they should not have souls, and dying should not be particularly tragic for them."

Fan Ning pondered for a moment and then said, "Abandoning the emotional embellishment given by writers or moralists, from the perspective of natural view alone, is it wrong that humans are higher than plants?"

"...It should be right." Luna hesitated and nodded.

"So, the 'death' and 'resurrection' of higher beings are tragic, while the 'withering' and 'rebirth' of lower beings are not?" Fan Ning looked at the crowd approaching him, and then fell on the wounds of the barren sea of ​​flowers again.

"...From the conclusion, this seems to be a bit too self-righteous." The little girl grasped the silver hair at her temples.

"It is a bit self-righteous." Fan Ning smiled, "but I am more interested in talking to you about this than talking about 'Awakening Chant'."

Ann's eyes flashed with a thoughtful look, and she saw the teacher picked up his music book again.

In fact, Fan Ning suddenly felt that sometimes people's beliefs or emotions sway with the situation, and it does not mean that after crossing a certain doubt or conclusion, they will never be troubled by it again in their lives.

It doesn't mean that after shouting "The living must die, and the dead must be resurrected", you will no longer be troubled by the proposition of death.

Just like many people are sincere in their enthusiasm for someone or something at one stage of their lives, but at another stage of their lives, they no longer have such feelings for someone or something, which is also sincere.

Love is a question.

"All flesh is like grass. The grass will wither, and the flower will fade."

The pen in his hand began to rub against the paper and made a slight sound.

Starting from the 18th bar that was just broken, the second half of the theme suddenly turned from A major to F sharp minor. Originally, the soft flowers danced happily under the summer breeze, but here, the music suddenly turned into a sad scene of withering without any warning.

Fanning thought this was amazing, not because of any technical reasons, but because he had never written a "double theme" like this, and never expressed two completely different emotions within a theme.

"In fact, flowers here are a high-level form." An, who had been humming the melody written by Fanning, spoke up.

"Hmm?" Fanning looked at the singing Miss Nightingale.

"Here, it is 'there'." An's eyes were clear and bright, "The teacher's first movement "Poem of Awakening" is 'nothing', the beginning and bud of chaos, the opposition there is rough and sharp, and it still exists here, but, but, they are written into two aspects of the same theme, and they began their first tentative fusion."

"This shows that the birth of 'there is' has defeated the blank of 'nothing', and it has completed the first rise."

Fanning looked at his student in surprise. At that moment, he felt that the other party's spirituality burst out brilliant fireworks.

The secret in her words actually awakened a small part of her metaphorical thinking about the path of climbing, and expressed some of the words that she was not very clear about.

The birth of "there is" defeated the blank of "nothing"...

People with artistic talent are indeed not dull in understanding mystery.

With just one careful dream, she will be able to meet her "first light of acquaintance", and such a qualitative leap is probably not low in starting point.

Sister's interpretation of the teacher's work is so powerful... Luna murmured in her heart.

"Then, I now understand why the teacher is so calm about the realization of the "Poem of Awakening." Ann, who noticed the change in his own spirituality, bowed happily to Fan Ning again to express his gratitude and admiration.

"These people are so eager to meet the poet laureate, but they don't know that the teacher just assigned an after-class exercise to Brother Walter. The teacher has no intention of winning the crown himself, because there is no need to prove that his strength and attainments have been achieved. He just plans to train a "great" level conductor student..."

"It is a tower as magnificent as a crescent moon. The "Poem of Awakening" is just the cornerstone of the tower. It is indeed dazzling, but since the cornerstone has been built, why not look up and look higher?"

Fan Ningwen Ann said, and raised her head slightly between writing:

"You know a lot, then you can tell them."

"Ah, me?" Ann hesitated, "They are big public figures, and if they represent you, I am not very good at some etiquette."

"Aren't you the most confident Miss Nightingale? You must have met a lot of public figures at the qualifying competition."

"But today, it's about your temperament and style, teacher. I am very casual."

"That's my temperament." Fanning's words startled Ann, and then she nodded quickly.

She squatted down and tightened her canvas shoelaces, then walked briskly to the edge of the hillside, looking at the group of people who had walked most of the way.

"Scheller! Scheller!" "Bruno Walter!" "Happy summer!"

In the lowest valley, the cheers and praises of the citizens of Tia City continued. Archbishop Fields had stepped out of the carriage and signaled the other carriages to stop.

"Mr. Calestini, I heard that Mr. Scheller has a somewhat aloof and eccentric personality?" He put his hands behind his back, walked without stopping, and stared at the lively girl in a pure white T-shirt and shorts at the top of the hill.

"Yes." Bishop Calestini, who was already feeling deflated, didn't know where to start. He also looked next to him and had an idea in his mind, "By the way, as a student, Commander Walter may be more If you have a say, we might as well listen to his suggestions.”

When Walter thought of the teacher who generously gave music to him as soon as he accepted him as a student and stayed up all night composing "Poem of Awakening", gratitude and admiration arose in his heart:

"I think the teacher is approachable and friendly, and he pays special attention to the feelings of others in his speech and behavior." He answered honestly.

""

Everyone who had experienced the "queuing" incident in the tavern before had a twitch at the corner of their mouth.

At this time, the girl's voice, as clean as water, floated from the hillside:

"The teacher said, congratulations to Mr. Walter for winning the crown."

"This?" Fields exchanged glances with Eleanor, then raised his head and smiled gently, "You are Mr. Scheler's other talented student, Miss Nightingale, right? Please tell me this about "The Poem of Awakening" A tribute to a wonderful symphonic poem, but what you just said"

"According to the practice of our United Kingdom, it is the main performer who achieves awakening by performing classic works. It is good to win the crown, but when new works are premiered, the priority is still the composer. Of course, this does not prevent the public from also thinking of Mr. Walter. His attainments have reached 'greatness'"

"Congratulations to Mr. Walter for winning the crown." An on the hillside repeated with a smile, "The Archbishop, Your Excellency the Queen, and all of you, you should be able to imagine that the teacher's original intention was not to trouble everyone."

"If his goal is to win this year's crown, he will definitely go to observe Mr. Walter's rehearsal today, so that after the 'Awakening Chant' is completed, all the procedures will continue in the Festival Concert Hall. Since he did not go, his purpose must be You didn’t mean to ask everyone to take a long way out of the city to find him in the Fox Lily Field, right?”

Seems to make sense? The group headed by them were all stunned.

"This will cause you troubles about identification." An sat down on the ground again on the edge of the slope, "But you are all here. It feels wonderful to let Mr. Walter wear the laurel crown in the Fox Lily Field. The midsummer atmosphere here It’s very endearing, and the teacher is very pleased with the news that his students have exceeded their expectations for the after-school exercises.”

...Complete the after-class exercises. Everyone felt their hearts twitching violently again. ramie

Awakening was achieved before the introductory section of the rehearsal was over. This kind of feat recorded in history was for him that the students completed the after-school exercises?

But does it feel like this is good? They looked at each other again.

The composer himself doesn't have an opinion, so who else has an opinion?

The level of this permanent conductor has reached that level, and his identity as a student of Scheler is justified.

"Then let us first congratulate Mr. Conductor." He Meng made the decision and signaled the staff to start preparing for the ceremony of awarding the laurel crown.

In fact, the fact that Walter won the crown was a little embarrassing from the perspective of the discussion group. After all, he just finished it three days ago due to some "establishment orientation" reasons.

But why is it said "slightly"?

Because when considering this kind of thing, only by deciding to nominate the artist "Boethius" can we have a clear action point, and not making a decision is just "nothing else."

In the current situation, it can be said that the inspection team made the nomination decision after three days of deliberation. There is no such thing as a "slap in the face" or a "change overnight."

And the more important point——

The song that Walter awakens from was written by Scheler and has nothing to do with Fanning.

"Now I announce -" Archbishop Fields spoke loudly, and the wording of the title has quietly changed, "The winner of the title of Poet Laureate in the year 914 of the New Calendar is: Bruno Walter, the great traveling conductor from the Western Continent!"

"Okay!" "Praise for Midsummer!" "Wow, wow, lala, lala -"

Congratulations, applause and people stepping forward to shake hands were heard all around, and onlookers from further away began to push forward. ramie

"Wait, what happened?"

"Didn't I come to bring them to meet the teacher?"

Walter, one of the parties involved, watched a large group of people begin to unload objects and set up a ceremony platform, and suddenly felt that his dream was a little too deep.

As a conductor who has been wandering between the first and second tier levels for many years, finally achieving greatness is something I have thought about for a long time...

But didn’t you just let me experience the feeling of awakening? Why did you unanimously decide to become the poet laureate yourself?