Old-time musicians

"Your Excellency, thank you!

"

Fan Ning felt that he should be leaning against his seat now, breaking down and covering his face.

If the people present cannot see how you behave.

He didn't know why he had moved so quickly before. Although it was necessary to write down the scores of these works according to the plan to gradually gain trust and status, there was no need to be so aggressive and just do it during practice in the morning. It’s written!

After Bishop Tucville handed over the music score, the introduction continued: "Miss Luo Yin, I must explain that this "Toccata and Fugue in D minor" is Mr. Lavoisier's morning prayer today. After the mass, he improvised on the organ platform! Yes, it was still improvised! After he temporarily added the chants for the mass ceremony."

"Based on the tonality of the legendary 'God Theme' of our church, Mr. Lavoisier perfectly combined the free and unbridled Toccata with the rigorous and meticulous fugue, which not only demonstrated the wrath of the 'Unfallen Fire' And the majesty of judgment makes the guilty people kneel down and repent immediately, and it also reflects the infinite compassion and glory of our Lord, making other believers happy and blessed."

The project we were talking about today is too big and important, and the conditions given by the builder were so "pie in the sky" that they came here specially to offer benefits!

Tukweil knows very well that the number of places for the first batch of overseas chain theaters to be built is limited. If other dioceses have more, the diocese he is responsible for will have fewer. And those who can build and operate in the first batch , compared with those theater chains that were built late, they will definitely have more advantages in subsequent development and evaluation. At the very least, they will be the first to compete for people and money.

So his performance was very positive.

Luo Yin held the music score in his arms, nodding slowly and thinking.

For a while, the chatter of other guests also stopped temporarily, and there was only the intermittent introduction of Tukweil, the sound of Luo Yin turning the pages of paper, and the "click-click" sound of the hands of the big wall clock behind him.

Fan Ning looked at her gently fluttering eyelashes and white bridge of nose when she lowered her head to read, and rehearsed in her mind what she would say if she left the scene temporarily, so that she would look normal.

Miss Luo Yin, I'm going out for now. What do you have to say when I get back?

Miss Luo Yin, the connotation of my work is very profound. Don't worry, can you study it slowly when you go back after the show?

No matter what, as soon as the music score was handed over, the person involved got up and left. This matter cannot be normal!

13th minute, 14th minute

The shortest time before the Messenger could show up was almost here.

Luo Yin still read slowly and slowly imagined his inner hearing.

You can't be perfunctory with me. Fan Ning gradually became desperate.

"Well, it is a very distinct Janus orthodoxy." Her voice of praise was very soft and sincere. "Although the genre is not considered religious music and has many personalized colors and secular elements, it exudes the atmosphere of that era everywhere. The divine radiance of reason, piety, balance, and enthusiasm.”

Owen originally had no feeling for this kind of organ music, and just wanted to take advantage of his neighbor and the opportunity to read the music to get a closer look, but Luo Yin tilted the music towards Bishop Christopher.

"I was reminded of the keyboard work that was premiered at the condolence event of Master Bassani at the Church of San Giannigo del Sol the summer before last." Christopher recalled while watching, "Of course, both have their own merits. The difference is that the previous variation has a grander structure and more sophisticated techniques, while this piece is relatively short in length, but because it is an organ genre, it has a superior sense of religion and solemnity. In short, they are indeed late medieval styles. A model of polyphonic music”

"Miss Luo Yin and Mr. Christopher both gave fair evaluations." Tukweil smiled while stroking his hands.

As the person in charge of the reception at this station, in order to maximize the effectiveness of the inspection and the allocation of quotas, Tukweil had already done a lot of "homework" on Luo Yinfang in advance. A very important part of it was that she was a former Some experiences of working and living with the deputy director and principal cellist of the symphony orchestra and the former music director.

Irving's different attitude towards watching people's discs was noticed by Tukweil, a shrewd man, and Christopher's way of not mentioning someone's name was also noticed. He had long been dissatisfied with the Special Patrol Office. At this moment, he deliberately continued to smile in front of Irving:

"So I said, maybe for Miss Luo Yin, the musicians who can improvise these works are only the 'second and third' in her heart, but for us as a congregation, Mr. Lavoisier is the master of late medieval polyphony. This kind of understanding is unparalleled among contemporary musicians."

"Oh? In Miss Luo Yin's mind, she is just 'second or third'? What does this mean?"

Bishop Christopher is an honest man, and he understands why it is inconvenient to mention names in front of senior officials in the Special Patrol Office, but he really doesn't understand what this sentence means.

He asked curiously while cutting the food on the plate, not noticing that Owen's smile became stiff.

"This is not an easy question to ask." Tucqueville deliberately sounded incomprehensible. "After all, whether we, the appreciators, like a composer are simply affected by the work itself. But if we add the perspective of the people around us, ', the emotions are natural and different."

"Oh, that's it." Christopher felt like he understood, but he didn't seem to understand.

Owen's face gradually turned from stiff to dark.

The people at the table had their own thoughts, but Fanning looked at the wall clock that had already passed fifteen minutes and complained secretly.

If nothing unexpected happened, there should be an accident.

He thought this way every second to the next.

Luo Yin picked up the cold towel and wiped his face, his eyes still on the notes of the score, and praised casually: "The Western Continent is worthy of being the birthplace of serious music. I saw the pure voice of Janus at the first stop of the inspection. Speaking of which, if the local church branch has better leaders or artists, it will naturally be very advantageous."

Hearing the key phrase "better leaders", Tukwell looked at Fanning almost reflexively, and was ready to summarize and refine it.

Who knew that Fanning's reaction was faster than the bishop.

After finally finding a chance to make a statement without violating the rules, he quickly pulled out a small stack of books and handed them to Tucqueville:

"After returning from the Gentiles, I walked in cities and wilderness and visited some brothers and sisters. Some of those who can inherit more glorious priests and defend a city for the Lord are all recorded in this list. Your Excellency can visit them."

Tucqueville was a little confused, and so was Christopher.

The several clergy accompanying the two were even more stunned.

Tucqueville wanted to take advantage of the "Baptism Festival" held at the church headquarters in a few days to push Lavoisier to the position of the newly appointed priests. This was something they knew before.

The competition for such an important position as the head of the diocese is naturally fierce.

Even with the support of a bishop, there are many variables.

And Lavoisier has not yet solved the priest problem himself, but he has already started to worry about others becoming priests?

"He really is thinking about the overall cause of my church"

"What kind of position and vision is this? Compared with this, my vision is hard to talk about and not worth mentioning!"

Several deacons looked at each other, their faces full of shame and self-reflection.

Fan Ning didn't care what they thought at all, and immediately said "Slow reading, excuse me for a moment", and walked out calmly.

Leather shoes stepped all the way across the red carpet, and the attendants guided them through the folds of several corridors.

"Huh, finally came out in time, this messenger was quite considerate at the critical moment."

Fan Ning pushed open the door of the bathroom and locked it with his backhand.

The pile of eyeballs entangled in the almost transparent silk thread just came out from the water tank of the flush toilet.

"With Luo Yin's usual personality, he shouldn't be so absent-minded at a social banquet."

"It was the same when we met today. His aura was even stronger than when he was on stage."

"Maybe there is something really important to contact me."

Fan Ning stretched out his hand and let the message delivered by the messenger appear on the mirror on the sink:

"Hey, Lai Biqi's dry bread grilled cheese is really delicious!"