Old-time musicians

At 8:00 pm, in the Red Church, the host and guests gathered and sat down.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! --" (Thanks to the Silver Big Meng Harbinger Yan Yan)

Hundreds of gift tubes blasted together, and colorful ribbons, petals and gold and silver foils fell from the air.

"Praise the summer!"

Today's host is Renila, who is dressed in bright red.

The applause below was thunderous, and the praises were endless.

Although she unexpectedly lost in the famous singer competition, Miss Cuckoo looked very happy tonight. With her appearance and talent, she was also expected to be the host of the ceremony tonight. Although she didn't say much, just standing in front of the stage was a refreshing sensory enjoyment.

All the light arrays were lit up like shuttles. Starting from the farthest edge of the field of vision, the shadows of the hand-plastered walls with white and pink interweaving quickly melted away, and the reliefs and paintings interspersed between the arches and columns were becoming full of luster one by one.

Troyes, the eldest son of the Chretien family, was also cheering and applauding with the guests.

Dressed in a suit, he was now happy, excited, and mixed with emotions.

This was the first time he had the opportunity to watch the highest-level event of the United Principality. Moreover, thanks to the special status of his two sisters who were waiting to perform backstage, the seat he was invited to sit in was very front, and the guests who were sitting next to him were all gentlemen and ladies from big families in the upper class.

Lady Vanessa, the daughter of the Duke of Falla, was two meters away from Troyes' table. Her husband sitting next to her was a wealthy celebrity from another principality - such a combination was predictable and destined to happen.

Since she got married at the beginning of the year, occasions like today where she could meet, especially close-up occasions, have almost disappeared.

For more than two thousand days and nights of acquaintance, as the eldest son of the Chamber of Commerce family in the city-state of Missin, Trova is still using the achievements of expanding the Chamber of Commerce's territory to express his admiration and loyalty to Vanessa, and is still accepting her praise and favor like many admired inferiors.

This is undoubtedly "court love" and "elegant love".

If someone with a heart uses this "tricky angle" to do statistics, he will find that among today's hosts and guests, Trova and Vanessa's story is by no means an isolated case, and there are so many "court love" relationships here that it is jaw-dropping.

It seems that the withering and filling mechanism of the invitation letter has selected them in a targeted manner.

"You! Early masterpieces, darlings of creation

The pinnacle of all creation, the ridges reflected in the morning glow, and the divine stamens that are opening"

The pleasant, soft, and fantasy-style music sounded.

In the first tribute session of the "Flower Ceremony", the choir on the central platform began to perform a cappella hymns.

The texts of these works were all written by Ben Jonson, the first poet laureate in the history of the South. The content mostly expresses the praise of flower creation and the pursuit of spiritual pleasure. As for the music part, it comes from the excellent arrangement version of later musicians, which is closer to the expression habits of romantic style.

According to convention, the chorus conductor is Archbishop Fields.

"You! The hinges of light, corridors, steps, and thrones,

The space cast by essence, the shield condensed by joy, the emotional turmoil like a storm

- In an instant, only a mirror remains;

The tendons of fox lilies are gradually opened up, on the edge of the hills, in the morning of the fields,

See the glory of the loud sky, pouring into the full belly!"

The four-part accompaniment solo, duet, trio and canon round singing progressed layer by layer, and many listeners nodded and clenched their fists in excitement.

The Archbishop's handling style this year is different from the past. The speed is unusually fast, and the changes in intensity are very intense, which is very consistent with their subconscious excitement.

"Hula--"

As the hymns progressed, the flower-shaped candles on the balcony were all lit.

The firelight jumped on the light curved surface of the benches and long tables, and the marbles filled in the translucent interior seemed to light up and turn, reflecting the colorful fantasy on the dishes and cups.

"I haven't seen you for a long time." A voice like heavenly music floated from the opposite side.

"Ah!..."

Trova, flattered, looked at the face shining with candlelight, and was a little incoherent for a while.

"Not long!...Haha."

Vanessa actually raised a red wine glass to him.

She wore a green floral dress tonight, her eyes were filled with a dignified and gentle smile, and her tone seemed to be weak and slightly annoyed with a sense of time and sorrow:

"It's been a whole spring and summer, where are the two songs you said you would prepare for me?"

"I'm practicing, I can sing them to you soon." Trova raised his glass in response, he remembered the promise he made to her under the tower of the Duke of Falla's castle last winter.

For a moment, he felt a little sad, but the topic of the conversation unfolded in this way, and he felt a little happy.

The only thing he didn't realize was that the social scene was a little abnormal - the husband of the lady didn't greet him together, but was talking and laughing with the lady on the other side alone, which didn't seem to conform to the social etiquette of the upper class or the code of chivalry.

"Ding——" The two clinked glasses.

"Am I dressed well tonight?" Vanessa asked again.

"It's a fashion trend... I think it looks good, very good."

The flawless whiteness of her chest and shoulders was dyed wine red under the candlelight, flowing and rippling, making Trova a little dizzy.

"How fast is singing to me?" The other party smiled and blinked.

"Just next week, or, or tomorrow." Troya picked up and put down the knife and fork on the empty plate in front of him, picked it up and put it down again.

Vanessa held the towel and wiped the red and delicate skin.

Trowa smelled the throbbing fragrance in the air.

It seems that an "essential oil" has been popular among ladies and noble ladies in recent months. He has also heard about it from other people. As a young and promising descendant of the Chretien Chamber of Commerce family, his social circle level is Although it is a bit low, it is inextricably linked to the upper class nobility.

"Does it have to be tomorrow?" Vanessa tilted her head with a smile, and a strand of slightly curly hair touched the tablecloth.

Trowa, who was holding the wine glass, felt something in his heart and wanted to blurt out some words.

But the next moment, he felt something delicate and hot touching his ankle, and he couldn't help but subconsciously take a step back so that he could see the source of the warmth with his peripheral vision -

A scene that makes your heart almost stop instantly.

Under the long table, she actually stepped on her high heels.

The delicate toes wrapped in smooth apricot silk stockings passed between her calves as if they were far apart.

…

On the center stage.

The second part has begun, which is the annual "Honoring and Knighting Ceremony" of the United Principality of Feton.

This year, more than 20 people were awarded titles. They first knelt down to accept Queen Eleanor's shoulder-to-shoulder ceremony with swords. Then, holding colorful bouquets picked by themselves, they climbed the steps and presented them to the huge golden-red "Feasting Beast". Next to the bandstand.

The "guide" Masai Negou, dressed as a straight knight, is among them.

Moreover, among these Feton heroes who were awarded knighthoods this year, their positions are relatively high.

Because he spends more money.

Everything has gone well in the past two years, and his fortune has been good. Since the beginning of summer this year, he has received a series of big orders. From now on, he is already the Count of Marseille.

The third tribute part is a ceremonial dance performance. In addition to the lead singer and dancers, the church wind band and several traditional percussion instruments with folk flavor from South China also joined the queue.

"Your wealth is like layers of clothing,

A body wrapped in pure light;

But your petals also foretell,

The avoidance and rejection of any attire..."

Several charming aristocratic women in the upper class actually came on stage in person and led a gorgeous and southern-style court dance.

Their dance clothes and makeup were still dignified, but more dancers only wore cool gauze, covering key parts with flowers and leaves, jumping up and down gracefully on the stage, creating groups of passionate and fiery performances. Dance postures that highlight the energetic body.

The guests were fascinated and felt a certain excitement rising.

Those courtiers under the skirts of "Palace Love" have completely straight eyes.

The sweetheart whom I miss day and night and remember forever dances on the stage where everyone is watching!

Falling in love, infatuation, admiration, loss, panic and confusion... and some kind of subtle possessiveness in the love of the opposite sex that was once firmly suppressed by "elegant love" seems to have begun to revive.

The attendants, who penetrated like swimming fish, had already begun to present the feast.

Although this is the first part of the dish, it is an extremely important part of the ingredients for the "Hana Matsuri".

——All kinds of flower food, food made from dried flowers, flowers or candied pickled petals.

Their presentation method is consistent with the "small but exquisite" type. The process of eating is not only the eating itself, but also the connotation of playing, viewing, tasting cooking techniques and paying tribute to Fanghui's creations.

"I think we can try to establish a relationship with a certain lady or lady first..."

"With the current status, it is still a bit reluctant to break the damn 'palace love', but the upward momentum is very promising."

"Who should I choose? The lady on the second right when I just left the stage may be the one I like."

The Count of Marseille was now satisfied with his wishes, his face was glowing, and his appetite was great.

He quickly finished the petals and preserved flowers on the plate.

At this time, musicians from the United Principality Festival Orchestra and two affiliated choirs began to enter.

The pivotal link, the musical ceremony that is the core of the 'Flower Ceremony', has finally arrived.

With nearly two hundred elegant men and women in formal attire, accompanied by rows of sparkling gold and silver musical instruments, the momentum is undoubtedly very majestic, even close to the scene of the "Resurrection" premiere of the Northern Continent a few days ago.

During the applause, the attendants served two more rounds of delicacies, but the pitiful amount of presentation was quickly wiped out by Massenego.

The guests around him were eliminated at the same speed as him.

Marseille Negu feels that the unique sweet and sour flavor and the crisp or dense texture are very appetizing, but the portion is too small.

The more you eat, the hungrier you become.

He couldn't help but plan to urge the waiter to serve more quickly, or to load more at once.

But after the band and choir took their places, Renilla's sweet announcement interrupted everyone's thoughts.

"Ladies and gentlemen, now we will invite Mr. Scheler, the 'King of Love Songs' from the South, to take the stage and perform for you his large-scale symphonic work "Summer" composed for the 'Hana Festival' in 914 of the New Calendar. "Noonday Dream"!

"Wow!!"

"Shele! Shele! Shele!"

This time the sound was obviously mixed with calls from more women.

In the brightly lit red church, nearly ten thousand people left their seats slightly with excited expressions, staring intently at the closed corridor door.

"Squeak."

This was the moment when Fan Ning, dressed in a tuxedo, pushed the door.

When he stepped out of the boundary between light and dark on the stage, his brows slightly frowned.

To be honest, because of his vigilance, Fan Ning didn't eat well these days, although he didn't go hungry. At this moment, he smelled a strong sweet smell and some indescribable secret taste, and his appetite was instantly boosted.

Although the space was open and high, the thirst and restlessness in the spirits of the people were almost sticky to the substance. The guests' eyes and words were temporarily focused on him, but the rapid breathing and hidden and seductive little movements between each other continued.

The seats in the special patrol hall were all close to the recording equipment. He Meng and Gang were resting their eyes as if no one was there.

Amid the stormy shouts of "Shele! Shele!", Fan Ning walked all the way to the center.

The host Renila stepped back to the corner, and the orchestra musicians and chorus members stood up to greet the conductor.

After going on stage, Fanning's eyes met with Ann behind the harpist and Luna in the higher choir seats.

Following the teacher's words, they also never looked at any place other than the audience.

Fanning was laughing, and the two girls were laughing too, but their eyes met for too long.

Until Luna's expression changed from nervous to confused, and Miss Nightingale's expression changed from happy to confused.

"The Southland is a price, a painful and real price."

"The poet is dead, Mr. Scheler."

It's really strange to say that I didn't conduct my first three symphonies properly at the premiere. One was a temporary team outdoors, and the conductor was directly replaced... And now, I am on stage in person, but with such an identity, such an occasion, such a collaborator and a student I care about...

What a strange fate.

Finally, his eyes moved away from the specific person and stared at the unspecific void, as if he was looking at the chasm at the end of the five-step ladder.

"Love is a question."

Only those who are close to the chasm are qualified to talk about whether they can jump over it.

After taking a deep breath and calming his chaotic thoughts, Fanning closed his eyes.

He stretched out his arm, opened his shoulders, and handed a simple preparatory cue to the brass section.

"Buzz-buzz-buzz-buzz-buzz!..."

Eight musicians held up the golden horns and played a combination of long and short notes in a majestic tone, with a strange march-style prelude.

The brass has a warm metallic feel and is most like a woodwind.

The rhythmic steps are sonorous, but it is based on a sad minor tune, with tragic and miserable in its majesty.

The opposition between violence and pastoral poetry is rough and straightforward, like drinking strong liquor on an empty stomach, which makes the esophagus and stomach feel quite painful and makes the heart beat more vigorously.

The first movement, "Poem of Awakening", is the key foundation of the climbing path, the lowest form of the world, and the prelude to the development of the "initial" stage of life.

"Dong-dong! ————"

In the second half of the theme, Fanning's arms slightly move the body.

The bassoon, trombone, tuba, string instruments and percussion instruments all play a fifth vibration downward, as if imitating the sound of drums in the hands of primitive tribes.

"Cha!!!" The left hand rises up.

The musician hits the cymbals at the highest point, and then the melody falls.

The music returns to darkness and silence.

A short section of gloomy column chords connects the dull and slow unison fluctuations of wind instruments, and the French horn depicts colors at a very low intensity. ??

- "Mysterious Motive" representing inanimate matter.

Or metaphorically "the person before entering the door".

In the past, "Awakening Poem" was used to awaken poets, and now Fanning uses it to recognize himself before entering the door.

Low string music emerged from all directions. In the dark and deadly chaotic world, it seemed that something mysterious and powerful was reviving.

Fanning's baton in the air was slapped with a small amplitude and extremely precise.

"Dong-dongdongdong/dong-" "Dong-dongdongdong/dong-"

The timpani continued to beat weak triplets.

At this time, the church had already turned crimson.

The "pond" phase mysticism tendency contained in this movement has a high degree of knowledge homology with the "red pond".

"Pah, pah, pah..."

The next moment, a strange and shocking scene appeared. The magnificent beach and flower paintings in the cathedral suddenly turned around, revealing the papyrus nailed behind them!

Huge migration road signs were hung all over the church, and the witness symbols on them were hands extending from liquid ripple symbols!