Old-time musicians

Soon, melodious singing came from the piano room.

"Teacher, it's still too hot, can it be cooler?"

Luna, lying on the rattan chair, drooped her eyes, kicked her feet, stretched out her arms, and tried to reach the folding fan she placed beside her head.

"It's not the temperature. If it's any lower, you'll get sick. It's the ultraviolet light from the sun that's too strong."

Fan Ning didn't continue to increase the temperature's retrograde degree. He stood up and walked to the window, staring at the blood-red curtain through which the sun shone.

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The closer it is to the peak of summer, the higher the temperature in the south, and it's like this every year.

Fanning didn't have a thermometer, and the temperature calculation method in this world was slightly different from that in his previous life, but from his physical intuition, the temperature when he traveled with the caravan was between 38 and 40 degrees, and now it is likely to be over 42 degrees. In places with humid air and heavy precipitation, it is indeed very hot.

So since the days of returning from the Paragodos Islands, Luna's physical and mental state has become more and more tired, and she basically has some desire to move at night, which is the case every year. It will get better after the hottest and strongest peak of sunshine.

"Are there any folk and church sayings about the origin of the 'Faded One'?" Fanning walked to her rattan chair.

"The touch of the 'Fragrant Poet' does not favor the 'Helpless Blood'." The little girl's answer was no different from when they met.

Although she felt sluggish all over and her skin was not very comfortable, she sat up as soon as she saw the teacher coming to talk to her.

Fanning nodded again, but this time he thought about it a little more.

If we don't rely on the "Fragrant Poet" to touch, is there any other way?

After all, this belief is not popular in the North Continent and the West Continent, but the majority of residents have healthy skin and hair color.

"Stand up for a while." Fanning said.

"What's wrong, teacher." The little girl stood up as he said.

"Come closer to me." Fanning closed his eyes and felt for a while before speaking again.

"Oh..." Luna immediately took two steps closer, raised her head and lowered it.

Fanning began to outline the paintings that occupied the color receiving position of the "Fountain in the Painting" in his mind, including five paintings by Vincent and one by Kumier. He didn't dare to recall "The Painful Room".

After feeling a strange response, he tried to reproduce this sense of grasp and confirmation in the other little girl.

"Wow——" Inspiration was consumed like a floodgate.

A magical scene appeared.

The little girl's face regained its pale red color, the blackness of her hair and eyelashes gradually increased, and even her pale pink pupils began to turn gray-brown!

Big beads of sweat began to seep out of Fanning's forehead.

Before she could be surprised by the teacher's actions, Luna was now shocked by some invisible changes in her feelings.

She felt that the sunlight that was usually daunting became friendly, all the organisms around her were breathing, and there was a kind of trembling heat rising in her spirit.

And those skills or knowledge that the teacher taught on weekdays that she thought were difficult to master, the understanding of the function of harmony, the relationship between intervals, the pronunciation skills of singing, the technical difficulties of guitar...I seemed to have figured something out vaguely, and wanted to verify it urgently on the spot!

The color spread rapidly downwards, and the scars on her neck caused by the scorching sun began to become smooth and uniform in color.

In less than a few breaths, from the chest to the arms, from the legs to the ankles, the originally sickly pale skin turned into a warm texture with blood color.载

But Fanning turned pale instead. He stopped this intense consumption the next moment, and a few drops of sweat fell to the ground.

The color of Luna's skin and hair began to fade again.

Fanning was thinking, and he felt that his guess was correct. Although the "Fragrant Poet" could not touch a "discolored person" like Luna, there were other ways to make her healthy. No witness master was omniscient and indispensable.

For example, the "Fountain in the Painting" controls all the profound and rich colors, which is also His area of ​​expertise.

But his application was not thorough enough, so it became a temporary recovery.

Maybe there is still one color missing in the phase, maybe his strength has not yet broken through that important level, or maybe both.

"Teacher, there is something under your feet!" Luna suddenly exclaimed and interrupted Fanning's thinking.

"What?" Fanning immediately lowered his head.

But he only saw his white cloth shoes and the colorful oak floor with Rococo style patterns.

"Maybe I saw it wrong..." The little girl said the next sentence in a confused tone.

"Just now I felt like something was cracked, or something was melted, uh, no, it felt like you stepped on something shaky and damaged, and then something like blood was squeezed out..."

She couldn't describe it clearly.

Fanning pondered for a moment and said, "Come with me for a walk."

If it is said that since the "Awakening Song" in the new calendar year 875, Wei'en's "Prelude to the Afternoon of the Faun" has brought some variables to the midsummer, and even involved "Miss Scarlet" or the so-called "lucky time"...

In the case that there may be problems in the southern continent, the "discolored people" are a group of beings that even the "Fanghui Poet" cannot touch. Is it really because of their limited qualifications and lost spirituality?

Is it possible that... it's a subconscious form of self-protection? After returning from this trip to the islands, Fan Ning had strange thoughts one after another.

"Okay." Luna yawned again.

"Remember to take your umbrella. If you find anything special, tell me." Fan Ning wiped the sweat from his face with a towel moistened with warm water.

"Okay!" The little girl picked up the small black umbrella hanging on the wall and pushed out the door amidst the melodious singing coming from next door.

Her appearance changed back to pale skin, snow-white hair, and pale pink pupils.

Although she couldn't see her appearance, she felt that those magical feelings she had before were also lost.载

Those confusing questions that wanted to be thought about clearly began to wear a veil and a sense of restraint, and the sunshine that made people approach and jump seemed to reveal its formidable intensity again.

Compared with the immediate recovery of the appearance, this inner flow is very slow, and it will take a long time to be completely lost, but she wants to hold on to it and not let it go.

The two walked side by side, and Fan Ning also hugged the guitar.

He looked at everything around him and glanced at the little girl from time to time.

A little further away from the cast and crew aisle, the staff were squatting or sitting, holding plates larger than their faces and devouring them.

The seafood noodles, meat, eggs and sausages piled up into a hill.

Stepping out of the side door of the National Opera House, the sun poured down violently, and the sounds of pedestrians and vehicles flooded into my ears.载

"Teacher, where are we mainly going to go shopping?" When we reached the first street intersection, Luna turned sideways and raised her face.

"Whatever." Fan Ning thought for a moment and then said, "How much money do we have left?"

...Mr. Scheele never seems to understand this problem. No, he has never paid attention to it.

Luna once again marveled at the teacher's calmness and ease. Then she picked up the ding-dong-dong, bulging little purse and roughly confirmed it again:

"Teacher, I brought about 70 pounds of gold coins here. What you deposited with me plus mine totals about 1,400 pounds."

"Oh, why so many?"

"Many high-ranking people insisted on coming to give you gifts, but you ignored them."

"Then why did you still give it away?"

"There are a few of them you asked to come to me."

"Oh, I didn't pay attention to what they said to me." Fan Ning walked into an elegantly decorated water bar, took a large cup from a row of cold drinks prepared in advance on the counter, and cut the store's cut on the porcelain plate. All the good fruit pieces were poured in, "Then you go to the store today and go back after spending the 70 pounds you have."

"Ah! 70 pounds is too much, I won't be able to spend it all in a while." Luna said in surprise, but Fan Ning had already walked out with a bottle full of cold drinks, leaving the owner of the water bar staring at her. and waiters.

She smiled sheepishly and quickly paid the bill. After bowing, she quickly followed the teacher.

After walking on the street for a while, Luna said: "Teacher, that store just now..."

"Did you find anything strange?" Fan Ning held the guitar and looked straight ahead.载

"Strange discovery? I'm not sure, I just think their store is a bit rundown..."

"A bit broken?"

"Well, there are cracks in some places and water seepage on the ground, but they are very small. Maybe they are not repaired because of financial constraints."

"It's possible."

Fan Ning played a few more guitar songs in a flower-filled square.

There were many people watching, and several girls couldn't hide their admiration and desire in their eyes, and they stepped forward to chat with him.

"Did you think the street scene there just now was good?" He asked again after walking a few hundred meters away.载

"The flowers are quite beautiful, but they are not planted evenly."

"Not even?"

"There are several empty spaces in the middle. In fact, the municipal government should repair them in time during the tourist season." Luna said and looked back again.

"Hey, maybe my eyesight is dazzled, but it looks pretty good this way."

The two of them shopped for several hours, and Luna bought some flowers, snacks, small perfumes and trinkets for less than 30 pounds.

The sun was hanging low on the horizon, and the heat was still fierce. Fan Ning saw that she was getting tired again and motioned to go back to the opera house.

Generally speaking, she seemed to notice some strange details at first, but then they disappeared and everything was normal.载

"Teacher, this probably has something to do with my not being in good spirits. It's easy to have hallucinations in summer. After the hottest time, I won't be so tired when I go out to accompany you." Luna saw that Fan Ning seemed a little worried and thoughtful, I kept explaining on the way home.

"It's okay, I'm thinking about other things." Fan Ning walked ahead.

Another row of men and women squatted on both sides of the aisle, swallowing and eating in a hurry, and pouring boiled water down their throats to wash away the blocked food.

The grassroots employees of these theaters are the hardest working. Their eating, sleeping and resting schedules are completely irregular, and they can only take turns taking turns to rest.

"Teacher, good news!" After returning to the cast and crew suite, An stood in front of him with a quick step, her eyes shining blue.

"What?" Fan Ning asked with a smile.

"1580 copies!"

"Oh, records?"

"Yes! Teacher, do you really not need your own share? In this way, Mr. Walter and I each have 5%, and with a price of 10 pounds, I will have an income of more than 3,000 pounds! This is really, so unreal, our family The Chamber of Commerce's total profit from the 'Flower Ceremony' supply this year was only over 10,000 pounds..."

"I have only earned more than 3,000 pounds in the past few years I have lived in the South." Walter walked out of the piano room holding the music score.

"Are you almost ready for the evening?" Fanning asked.

"There is still some time. I will strengthen the practice with Mr. Walter on the weak parts. I will definitely get the nomination award this year." An said.

"Are you still looking at the nomination award?" Fanning shook his head and smiled, "You should set a goal similar to Walter..."

What he meant was that the "Awakening Song", which has great uncertainty and produces "Forged Lion" musicians, has been settled, and the famous singer competition has only created "blade holders".载

"But teacher, Senior Brother Walter is a famous conductor!" Miss Nightingale curled her lips, "He was born in the Janus family, and his conducting, composition, and piano are all at the top level. He is still a leader in the music family of the Western Continent. His starting point before meeting you is already the end point I want to fight for. I am just a lady from a merchant family with some vocal talent and financial strength."

"Originally, I only had a 30% chance of getting the nomination this year. I was so confident after meeting the teacher. But this time, Miss Renila is participating in the competition, and the seat of the famous singer is hard to shake..."

"Sister, I remember that Master Rückert had a good impression of you." Luna couldn't help but remind her at this time, "Besides, the teacher's music is the best in the world. Even the 'Fragrance Poet' responded so advanced. And Mr. Walter will also help you play the accompaniment!"

"But it's a pity that the 'Fragrance Poet' will not pay attention to the famous singer competition like the response to the 'Awakening Song'." An smiled gently and said, "The decisive factor here is the admiration of the people for the singer. It is difficult for me to win the 'Fragrance Bouquet' in the hands of most judges and audiences, and Miss Cuckoo has countless supporters and admirers. Her teacher Senesino is also good at praising pleasure and relieving thirst in poetry..."

"Is Renilla still participating in the competition?" Fanning asked deliberately at this time.

"Of course." An nodded, and then said solemnly: "Teacher, I don't mean to be stage-frightened. I will definitely show you my best self! It's just that I'm afraid you will be disappointed this time. I'm too young, and my reputation and skills are not yet mature enough. In fact, I think Miss Renila was not as good as I am now four or five years ago. There is still enough time. I will definitely become a famous singer before I am 20 years old..."

"You must be right in the last sentence." Fanning smiled and commented on her statement.

But he realized something strange.

What is the Special Patrol Office doing?

Logically speaking, the Special Patrol Office and the church have taken actions ahead of him several times. They should know better than him that these two people will have conflicts with Pleasure Listening.

This complete, formal, influential, and religious and folk concert allows people who have something to do with "Red Pool" to go up and express their inspiration and attract attention. There must be some unknown risks, or they are achieving some goals that will help him continue to be promoted by the evil god.

Why didn't they stop her from participating?

Moreover, the women who participated in the private salon in the bathhouse that day seemed to be like Renilla, talented and beautiful, with charming manners and a large number of followers... Fanning once again realized this point that Marseille Negu had always "criticized" before.

At this time, the sound of a staff member knocking on the door came from outside: 载

"Ms. Nightingale, the order you drew in the first round of the finals is number 1."