Old-time musicians

As Fanning's baton fell, four people on the stage pulled the bowstring at the same time.

The string quartet "Death and the Maiden" sounds in this world for the first time!

The extremely dynamic rhythm opens the music in a tearing form, and the powerful strings play in unison, presenting the triplet motive of the first movement's prelude.

The baton in Fan Ning's hand deliberately slowed down.

The sight-reading of the four people moved forward. Although there were some stumbles, the effect of the music could already be heard.

This is mainly due to Sheeran, the first violinist in the treble part, and Roy, the cello in the bass part.

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The playing skills of these two people are very good, supporting the sound framework of melody and bass.

Qiong and Lu, who played the middle part, were a little behind in sight-reading because they studied both violin and viola. However, they were quite experienced and could quickly catch up every time without leaving any trace.

From Fan Ning's perspective, these two people were able to produce this kind of effect for the first time when they got the music score. Even if they were studying part-time, their performance was already better than that of many music majors in previous lives.

He watched the four people's bows and strings flying, and his ears continued to capture various musical details.

"Sheeran's violin and Roy's cello, these two have impeccable skills and are much higher than my current piano level."

"Well, when Joan's violin is played with double notes, the intonation is a little flawed. I'll listen to the flute she majored in later."

"Lou's viola bowing is a bit messy, but his rhythm is the most accurate. He is worthy of being the principal percussionist of the symphony orchestra."

After about forty minutes, the four movements were completed.

Fan Ning once again experienced the feeling of spiritual resonance.

This verified another of his conjectures, that the definition of "reproducing" music includes both performing it yourself and having it composed and then performed by others.

He motioned for everyone to stop: "How do you feel, everyone?"

Lu said without hesitation: "Mr. Fan Ning, you are really a genius composer. I like the first movement so much. The counterpoint technique you used in the theme section is so perfect that I can't figure out what it is." Which melody is nice? The dramatic image of the approaching death is completely composed of the ingenious combination of the polyphonic melodies of the four violins. It is impossible for the guys in the composition department to construct a theme like yours."

He added: "Also, I also think it's cool that the girl's resistance failed in the final movement. I don't like Dzogchen. That's not realistic at all."

Roy spoke tentatively: "Mr. Fan Ning, I want to ask you for confirmation."

"Um?"

"The arrangement of the core movement of your song "Death and the Maiden" is very unusual. I guess it is the second movement, right?"

Fan Ning said with some surprise: "What did Miss Roy hear?"

"The melancholy theme music, the sad and moving five variations, the girl in her best years, the fragrant and fragrant wine, the pale and lonely gloomy vision, the gray snow covering the dark tomb... Mr. Fan Ning, you It made me completely absorbed in it.”

Roy's delicate and flawless face was looking at Fan Ning on the podium in a daze, apparently forgetting his usual etiquette.

Fan Ning saw very complicated emotions in her beautiful blue eyes.

There is love after having performed this piece of music by myself, there is endearing melancholy and sadness, and there is slight anger at being made emotionally out of control by oneself.

And there is also curiosity and desire for discovery, or even an imperceptible admiration for the composer?

The two locked eyes for a few seconds.

"Miss Roy is really pretty."

"No matter who you are, if Miss Roy looks at you with such eyes, it's hard not to be moved, right?"

"Does she have a crush on me?"

All kinds of charming thoughts flashed through Fan Ning's heart, but they were immediately replaced by a sense of being a stranger in a different world and a confused emotion about the mysterious side.

Fan Ning, who was standing on the podium, turned his eyes and avoided Roy's gaze.

"...Art does make people emotional sometimes, but I'm not usually like that."

"...I have seen so many beautiful girls."

"...Think more about the music itself. After reproducing this philosophical work in a different world, I had some strange feelings, 'Human life eventually dies, but artistic life can live towards death?' , it seems that it is not just the level of perception, but the spirit? "

The chamber music hall was quiet for a moment.

"Miss Roy's perception of music is indeed extraordinary." Fan Ning then spoke with a low smile, approving the interpretation of the girl in the purple skirt.

He looked at the other two people who had not yet spoken: "Sheeran, Qiong, what about you? You don't have to talk about composition, you can also talk about the performance itself."

"Caron, I feel very good." Sheeran's childish voice came softly, "This piece of music is not technically difficult for me. From the next time, I can handle the musical expression terms. Still Yes, like Sister Roy, I like the second movement the most.”

Joan's soft and waxy voice was a bit embarrassing: "Um, I'm holding everyone back a little bit, but just wait until I go back and practice like crazy for a few days. Don't worry, Carol, I'll pull it off. I like it so much~”

Finally, he smiled happily at the young man on the podium.

Fan Ning nodded slightly, took out his pocket watch, took a look at it, closed it with a snap, and walked out of the concert hall.

"Thank you for your hard work. Let's take a rest first. I ordered some delicious food for everyone."

"Wow!" Upon hearing that there was food, Qiong's dark eyes flashed brightly.

After a while, Fan Ning came in carrying a bag.

"Let's have some snacks in the auditorium." Fan Ning sat in the front row and took out the five small lunch boxes inside.

Each lunch box has an ugly woodpecker cartoon pattern printed on it.

"Coming, coming." Qiong hurriedly put down the violin and ran down with small steps.

"Mr. Fanning, Roy found that you are much more interesting, approachable, and young-minded than you thought." Roy covered his mouth and chuckled, and walked off the stage gracefully.

Fan Ning looked at the big benefactor who had regained his dignity and elegance, and said in a helpless tone: "Miss Roy, we should be about the same age. Why, did you think there was any generation gap between you and me before?"

"That's not what I meant. Before, it was mainly because of you... Oh, it smells so good, so beautiful!"

While explaining, Roy opened the lunch box and suddenly let out a heartfelt exclamation.

"Haha, I seem a little hungry too?" Lu's hearty and hearty laughter came.

Slices of red velvet cake, slices of strawberry mille crepe, slices of lemon almond cake, white chocolate jelly cheese tarts, candied fruit smoothie mini cups, cocoa rock biscuits, shredded coconut pear pudding, crushed cherries in red wine Fu...

Each lunch box contains eight different kinds of super small pastries, which are extremely attractive in color, smell, and taste.

At the same time, the two people who were unpacking also noticed the pattern on the lunch box.

"Woodpecker? Is this a pastry sent to Mr. Fan Ning by someone from the Guidance School? It seems that even if Mr. Fan Ning is not a member of the Guidance School, he is still closely related to them. Well, this is important information, um... too It's delicious." Roy had already returned to normal thinking.

She put the food into her mouth and chewed it slightly, and from time to time she used her tongue to lick the cream on her lips, but this tempting movement was elegantly covered by her delicate hands.

"Mr. Fan Ning is at least on good terms with the Guidance School. You can go back and report this to your father... Our family should have little contact with the Guidance School, but as long as we don't make enemies, it's a good thing. Cooperation can be carried out slowly." Lu was also thinking in his mind.

He chewed each piece of pastry with great satisfaction.

Seeing this scene, Fan Ning smiled secretly in his heart.

"These two pampered ladies and gentlemen have never tasted any good food. I suspect some secret technique was used in making the president's pastries."

If he hadn't received a huge sum of money from Roy in the morning, he would have been reluctant to call and order this thing midway.

5 pastries cost me a total of 7 pounds! It’s still a 30% discount, which is already more than the monthly salary of an ordinary industrial worker!

It's outrageous, this is the cheapest package combination he chose...

He quietly activated his inspiration, gathered the invisible ball of light, and "looked" at the lunch box in his hand.

The rich pink color flows on the surface of the food.

"With such a strong 'chi' phase fluctuation, nothing will happen if someone eats this thing, right?"

Fan Ning's face looked a little strange, and she carefully tried to bite open the piece of crushed cherry red wine puff.

When the rich aroma of fruit, wine and milk exploded in his mouth, he felt there was no need to think so much.

"Sheeran, I've finished eating. It's too little." Qiong cried and looked at the girl with smooth brown hair next to her.

"Half for each of us." Sheeran took a bite of the red velvet cake and cut it into pieces, then handed the other half to Joan.

"Qiong, I have a few dollars left here, take it." Fan Ning handed his lunch box to the little girl.

Roy said at this time: "Mr. Fan Ning, where did you buy this?"

"You still want to eat." Fan Ning leaned over with a smile, took out a small card from the bottom of the handbag, and handed it to Roy: "It has a menu and a phone number, but the price is a bit expensive."

"Money is not an issue. I want to purchase in bulk for next Saturday's Music Salon. Only pastries of this quality can reflect the sincerity, detail and strength of the McAdam family."

Roy looked at the information on the card... No. 43, Keziton Street, was indeed the address of the branch of the Guidance School in Ufranser.

"Send my name and I'll get a 30% discount." Fan Ning returned to the stage.

"There's such a good thing. Isn't this owned by your family? Then I will visit often." Roy winked slyly.

Are you testing my background... Fan Ning turned around and looked at the financial backer with a smile: "This is purely a friendly recommendation."

Then he said loudly: "Everyone, let's continue rehearsing."

"Wait a minute, I'll finish it right away." Qiong's mouth was slurred.

…

Rehearsal lasted until ten o'clock.

"Thank you for your hard work. Your performance is great. Let's practice hard when we get back. We will make an appointment on the weekend."

Fan Ning sincerely thanked and praised everyone.

"Mainly thanks to your creation, I have become obsessed with this work." Roy smiled brightly.

Lu said: "My family has a factory director of a company. He remembers the handwritten notation very well. I will ask him to transcribe and print the scores for each part and send them to everyone's address so that everyone can practice by themselves."

"Thank you." Fan Ning said, "Lou, Roy, I want to stay with the two violinists for a while and use the piano to optimize their parts for perfect results when publishing."

"You are a dedicated composer who is true to your art, Roy wishes you a good night."

"Good night, Mr. Fanning."

After the two people left, Fan Ning looked at Sheeran and Qiong.

"Caron, how should we adjust?" Joan smiled lively at Fan Ning.

"That's not what I meant."

Fanning smiled mysteriously: "Qiong, I see your bag is quite full of personal belongings. Could you please perform the retracing ritual again?"