Old-time musicians

"What's going on?"

"Do you know?" "Has anyone seen this before?"

Some of the audience looked at each other, some rubbed their eyes, and some tried to bend the bouquets in their hands again while Miss Nightingale was still singing to make up for their love for her, but there was no phenomenon of the light transferring to Miss Nightingale again.

They were still becoming brighter and richer at an extremely slow speed, from white to pale yellow to orange-yellow...

"This is impossible!..."

The troubadour Senesino, who was sitting on the sofa behind the stage with his eyes closed, ran out in a red cloak. Renilla left a series of burning footprints on the stage and stood at the forefront of the stage looking around.

These more than 4,000 "fragrant flower bouquets" were made by the church before the finals of the famous singers every year, injecting different amounts of "immortal nectar" according to the number of audience seats and judges seats.

Once the "flower folding" program representing the favorite is performed, its everlasting nectar will temporarily sublimate and be transferred to the number plate on the singer's chest through the giant altar laid under the base of the entire opera house to precipitate and condense again.

After folding, it will lose its extraordinary effect and become an ordinary object. There is no reason to regenerate heterogeneous colors!

Although this seems to have nothing to do with the duel between Miss Cuckoo and Miss Nightingale on the stage, it has not affected the light and vision on them for the time being...

But the obvious point is that this incomprehensible phenomenon was caused by the "Poet's Love" performed by Miss Nightingale after Scheele took action later, and the progress of the matter has not yet ended, which has made Senesino, Miss Cuckoo, and a few "die-hards" in the judges feel uneasy.

Facing the audience, An, of course, also saw the vast starlight flowing in the night.

Without the reasons and psychological activities like others, she just thought it was beautiful.

Since the arrival of midsummer, I don't know how many unreal things have happened. This may also be like a dream.

She recalled the deck, rattan chairs, sidearms and white sails on the Paradogos route a few days ago, the calm blue-black sea and sky, the curve of the edge of the sky where she stretched out her body, and the vast and starry sea below.

As autumn faded away with "On a Clear Garden Morning", it seemed to be the last natural scenery with a sunny day.

The severe winter, which has nothing left, no longer has poems describing the waking world.

"I cried in my dreams - I dreamed that you were lying in the grave,

I woke up and couldn't help crying."

Without any prelude or accompaniment, Miss Nightingale began to narrate at a slower speed.

Winter (Thirteen), "I cried in my dreams".

The term indicated by the composer is softly (Leise), with weak force, slow speed, and no emotional decoration, allowing the audience to experience the poet's powerlessness, weakness and even daze.

Perhaps this relatively numb emotion would be more suitable for the artistic conception of this song.

"I cried in my dream - I dreamed that you abandoned me,

I woke up, cried, and was heartbroken for a long time."

The piano was not active at all. Every time Miss Nightingale finished singing a sentence, she played a few chords in a lonely and slightly neurotic manner, or supported several important harmonies in a few rests or strong beats.

It was not until the last paragraph that the accompaniment of the column chords began to proceed simultaneously with the vocals.

"I cried in my dream - I dreamed that you were still intimate with me,

I woke up, and finally tears fell like a spring."

These were the first nights when the poet had three dreams: the first dream was that the lover was lying in the grave, and he shed tears when he woke up; the second dream was that the lover abandoned him, and he was still heartbroken when he woke up - the first two paragraphs were both hovering in the middle range, with a low tone.

The third dream seemed to be that the lover returned - at this time, the notes under Fanning's fingertips climbed to the high range and gradually became brighter, but it was still a dream! The tragic situation of being obsessed with the lover but unable to save it, after these three emphasises, is simply rubbing salt into the wound!

The audience was weeping, but the bouquets were still getting brighter, as were those on the jury.

The opera house had become a golden world of dancing orange and yellow light.

The tonality switched from E-flat minor to B major, with similar chord textures and the same dream.

"Every night in my dream,

I saw you,

I saw you greet me intimately,

and I knelt down at your feet and cried loudly."

Winter (fourteen), "Every Night in My Dream", the poet dreamed of his lover again, but unlike before, this time he decided to forget love.

"You looked at me sadly, shaking your golden hair,

your pearl-like tears burst out;

you whispered something to me,

and gave me a cypress;

I woke up, the cypress was gone,

and I forgot what you said."

In the winter of the poem, the poet had abandoned the world and was completely immersed in dreams, legends and fleeting glimpses of the past.

But will anyone really forget what happened in the world? Unless it was just a dream.

Miss Nightingale thought so.

The next moment, Fanning played a short and jumping chord accompaniment group with a lively rhythm of dotted and staccato notes. The staccato notes were short, and the addition of rests made the poet's breathing more jumping and unreal.

"From the ancient fairy tale, a snow-white hand called to me, and in that magical land, the singing was noisy.

The colorful flowers there bloom in the golden dawn, like the face of a bride, lovely, eye-catching and fragrant. "

Winter (15), "Ancient Legend".

The birds are singing happily, the spring water is tinkling, the piano imitates the sound of "chirping" and "dinging", and Miss Nightingale's song seems to have become cheerful and lively again.

“The green trees there hummed ancient songs, the breeze made mysterious laughter, and the birds chirped gracefully.

A shadowy crowd appeared from the ground, dancing briskly amidst the strange chorus. "

The audience realizes once again that reality no longer exists and everything is a beautiful fantasy.

"Old Legend" is Miss Nightingale's song, the medium of the poet's thoughts, and the dream in a surreal painting.

The gentle breeze blows gently across the plains and mountains. The wild land is lush with green trees and full of vitality. People join hands to sing and dance. Some of the shallow depression in reality may be met with the help of disguise...

But the subconscious mind of those who pass through these sleeping portraits is vague and lonely. Its essence is just a desolate and poetic dream monster.

But this can at least make people forget their troubles and sorrows, right?

"On the branches and leaves, blue sparks shine, and red light swirls, making people dazzled.

The spring water gushes out, the marble in the wilderness, the stream magically flashes the shadow of the world. "

It seems that everything is developing in a good direction. According to the legend, the poet obtained spiritual relief. Although he was not completely relieved at this time, he was full of desire to get rid of the depression and unhappiness of the past.

Miss Nightingale opened her arms and shouted, her gaze seemed to penetrate the clouds and fall into the non-existent future and distance.

Under Fan Ning's fingertips, he frequently uses a combination of weak eighth notes, followed by alternating fourth and eighth notes, one long and one short.

"This kind of rhythm sounds carefree, lively and cheerful at first, but as time goes by, especially after the value slows down again in the second half, does it make people feel a little mechanical and far away from reality?..."

Because it has reached the final stage of the entire work, Master Lucter frowned and thought about the creative intention behind it.

"An old nursery rhyme that seems to be cast in a shadow of the unknown."

Many more inspired listeners also sensed something deeper.

"Ah! I wish I could go there and open my heart,

Abandon my pain and move towards the faith of freedom!

Ah, that is a happy land, it often appears in my dreams,

And when the morning sun rises, it melts like bubbles. "

In the last stanza, the beautiful and dreamy scenes in the ancient fairy tales finally dissipated, and all illusions came to nothing.

After waking up from a dream, does it have to be reality?

Sometimes that's true, but sometimes it can just be a deeper dream, especially when the foundation for good things wasn't there in the first place.

The light red light in the bouquet was shining, and before the audience could carefully reflect on the feeling of "the sun rises and the bubbles melt" in the last sentence, "Poet's Love" went directly to the last song.

Winter (16), "Elegy of the Past".

"Dang Dang!——" "Dang Dang!——" "Dang Dang!——"

Fan Ning stepped deeply on the pedal, hit the keys with both hands, and played a horn echo spanning four octaves with FF intensity.

After the two measures that serve as the introduction, the real accompaniment appears. The melody is a group of four notes, descending in steps, and the last note jumps up the octave. This line shape imitates the changes of human voice, as if the protagonist is playing A long sigh when you decide to give up your lover.

"The lament of ancient evil, the dream of evil and vileness,

Let's carry a coffin now and bury them all!

I have a lot to put in, but that's not all,

The coffin must be bigger, as big as Pelto's beer barrel! "

Miss Nightingale's voice finally became calm and cold. There was no gnashing of teeth in grief, nor unforgettable devotion. Although her voice and expression were not cheerful and enthusiastic, they were very decent and polite.

Just like you would treat the strange gentlemen and ladies you pass by on the street.

The audience felt as if their hearts were broken into several pieces.

"Bring me a coffin stand. The wood must be strong and thick.

They must be longer, longer than the Mainz bridge.

Find me twelve strong men, they must be even greater,

Better than Saint Sebastian in the Church of the Sun on the Holy River. "

Both the vocals and the piano have an unstable rhythm that is long in front and short in the back. The chords with more notes inserted are thick and heavy, like a wide and strong "coffin", but what Fan Ning has paired with them is the legato accompaniment in the right hand part. A combination of beats.

A group of people carried the "coffin" staggering towards the seaside.

The "coffin" is the poet's inner imagination, and it does not exist in reality. If he really finally decides to walk out of the emotional darkness and run towards a bright future, what will he instruct "those people" to do?

The audience held the bouquets tightly and listened attentively.

"Have you noticed that they are all column chords?" At this time, the famous singer Ku Ci asked his junior brother in a low voice.

"Yes, all the songs." Nicolino nodded.

"No, it's not this song, it's all the next four songs!" Master Lucter's voice came from a few places away.

All the judges were deep in thought.

Yes, it seems that Mr. Scheler has never written any other accompaniment pattern since "Winter"!

The colors are still rich, the melodies are still wonderful, and the expressions are still varied... But from the "texture", that is, the organizational form of the notes, what broken chords, what arpeggios, what repeated patterns... are all gone, and they have become stereotyped column chords!

Is his inspiration exhausted? No one would think so.

"This just shows that dreams are different from the real world." Rückert murmured in a low voice, "Although the sleeping group is colorful, bizarre, and emotional, the details hide the unreal questionable essence of the dull and vague lake..."

"They have to carry the coffin out and sink it to the depths of the sea.

Such a huge coffin should have a huge grave.

Do you know why the coffin must be big and heavy?

With it, my love and pain sank..."

Miss Nightingale closed her eyes while singing softly. At this moment, her tears had dried up, and her face was still delicate and pretty under the blue shadow and red halo of the dress.

The poet chose to bury all his love in the "coffin" and sink it into the sea.

"It's no longer a column chord!"

"It's been too long, and it's finally changed!"

"It's the sound of water flowing!"

The judges supported the table with both hands, left their seats, and stretched their bodies out!

At the end of the music "The Elegy of the Past" - which is also the end of the entire "The Poet's Love" - ​​after the human voice disappeared, a long solo played purely by the piano appeared, spanning the broken chords of the high, middle and low ranges. Under the alternating movement of Fanning's left and right hands, it was like the turbulent waves on the surface of a deep and ancient sea!

The audience was stunned.

This ending...

This sad and poetic ending...

It turns out that tragedy can be so beautiful and deep, it has reached the supreme and wonderful state!

More than 4,000 people stood up in a daze!

The violent surging of the sea gradually exhausted its energy. Under the exquisite control of Fanning's fingers, the flowing high notes of the upper voice turned into waves on the sea surface, and returned to calm after rising and splashing several times.

"Contemporary giant of art songs!"

"Scheler! Scheller!"

Amid the applause, the audience raised their arms and shouted the names of the two, and one after another, the names of praise burst out from all over the seats-

"The 'poet of flowers' gave inspiration to the bouquet!"

"Scheler, the king of love songs!

!"

"Miss Nightingale is a famous singer!

!"

Such a response made Senesino and Renila, who were bored at first, clench their fists.

On the judges' seat, He Meng and Gang, who had never spoken, were still calm at this moment.

Some people in the church applauded, and some people had ambiguous expressions.

The royal family members headed by Queen Eleanor and the prince, as well as the Duke of Falla, the Duke of Akobi and other high-ranking nobles, looked depressed.

"I propose that the title of this year's famous singer be awarded to Miss Nightingale. Do you have any objections?"

Master Rückert's full-throated voice interrupted the boiling sound.

He was in a very good mood at the moment.

"I dare not object, but there is one thing I would like to ask the master to confirm."

At this time, Prince Eleanor slowly spoke on the other side of the judges' seat.

His voice was calm and polite, because this Rückert was famous all over the world, and he was very powerful. Even Archbishop Fields of the Fragrant Flower Temple, who was also in the third level of the profound understanding, was not sure of defeating him.

As a royal family, we should set an example and respect the master.

But today, in an occasion like this where 4,000 people gathered and major official forces attended, if there is a reason to speak, it can always be made clear.

"What is it?" Rückert raised his eyebrows.

"Master, what is the indication for my Southern Country to confirm the final candidate for the famous singer?..."Prince Eleanor said respectfully.

"Indication..." Rückert and several students next to him frowned.

Archbishop Fields, who was sitting in another seat, understood about 70% of the matter after hearing this.

The organizer of the famous singer competition is the church. Facing the questions from the crowd, even though the other party asked Luckert, as the person in charge, he must give an official answer.

"The brightness of the light on different contestants can confirm the gathering of the audience's love and obsession."

Fields pondered for a long time and could only give a conventional answer.

"Then may I ask the master and archbishop, at this moment, who is weaker and who is stronger, Miss Cuckoo or Miss Nightingale?" Prince Eleanor asked.

This...

Everyone couldn't help but look at the two contestants again.

The situation of the two of them is indeed still the situation after Renilla sang "The Sacrament of Pleasant People".

Because at that time all the bouquets in the audience had been folded.

Miss Renilla's body was burning with red light, and the flames of her footsteps rose, but Miss Ann was still just glowing with a red halo, and there was some residual drag of blue and purple starlight between her clothes.

It was indeed Renilla who shone the brightest, and this did not change later.

Rückert frowned and said, "After the song "The Poet's Love" ended, I think there is no need to describe the changes that occurred in the bouquets of you, me and the audience, right?"

"But I would like to ask two questions, please answer them together, the audience and the judges."

Prince Eleanor stood up and said loudly: "First, the one who shines more brilliantly wins the reputation of a famous singer. This is the clear and only standard of my southern country and my church. The bouquet is the light of the bouquet, and the singer is the light of the singer. I would like to ask Archbishop Fields, the head of the temple, to clarify this point."

Fields pondered for a while and could only nod: "Yes."

Prince Eleanor said again: "Take a step back, even if the church does not recognize the only standard mentioned above, then the second one."

"Everyone has seen the birth of the vision, and the time node occurred when "The Poet's Love" was played. This is confirmed, but the "time sequence" cannot replace the "causal relationship". Maybe the response of the "Fragrant Poet" has already occurred, but it has gradually become stronger later to the extent that we ordinary creatures can directly see it..."

"How can you prove that it must be Miss Nightingale who caused the resurgence of all the bouquets?"