Old-time musicians

Before going to bed?

Fan Ning stood at the entrance of the cave, a layer of sweat suddenly broke out on his back.

There was clear water in the stone pit beside him. He saw Qiong's reflection leaning against the stone wall, her feet stepping into the ripples covered by fallen leaves, and her aqua skirt fluttering in the wind.

The cold wind convected out from inside the cave, and the next moment it hit my body, my skin felt cool.

"Oh, that so-called document"

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The fragmented memory blocks were divided between sleep and sleep. After opening up a certain node, Fan Ning's thoughts finally became clearer, and his explanation gradually became smoother.

"Among the relatively uncommon nearly 100 editions of the folk poetry collection "The Devil's Horn of Youth", two or three editions include an unpopular long narrative poem called "Song of the Shell Species". In 782 of the New Calendar, there was one Arnal Vidir, a scholar of Janus, gave a lecture on the origin of human evolution at the Academy of San Porto based on a poem, and he was executed without trial the next morning."

"The compilers claim that the original text of "Song of the Shell Species" was in Noa, that is, the language spoken in late 2nd to early 3rd history, before the Turungarian dynasty appeared. The pronunciation of Noa is completely Lost, about 60% of the vocabulary and meanings are ambiguous and lack textual research, and the text of "The Song of Shell Species" is relatively concentrated in this difficult-to-understand range, which makes the things they "freely translate" come out to be different. There is too much subjectivity, and in order to 'finish' each line of the poem smoothly, the rhyme of the target language is even copied. "

"The main idea of ​​several stanzas of the long poem is: In the ancient times of the second history, giant dragons and shell species existed in the world, and human beings were in a humble status, living in the darkness, eating and drinking on their knees; shell species were non-human-like intelligent creatures, and were usually regarded as It is believed to be insect-like, winged, master of occult science, and familiar with human habits and culture; the shell species enshrines a kind of lord of witnesses whose origin is unknown and completely different from today's, such as 'Noon Moon' and 'Wolf Words' , 'Contemplation of Death', 'Flow' and 'Halo'"

"Moon of Noon?" Qiong strangely repeated this strange name of God.

"Huh? What's the problem?"

"Maybe it's worth paying attention to. It's okay. What's next for the long poem?"

Fan Ning recalled: "Now the shell species are gone, extinct like the dodo and the dragon, and only humans are left. But the shell species never disappeared, but 'existed within'."

"What is a dodo?" Qiong frowned in confusion and interrupted the question.

"A species that has long been extinct on the island of Mauritius," Fan Ning blurted out, but stopped abruptly.

Why is there a dodo in the poem?

Where did the dodo come from?

Where is the long poem "The Devil's Horn of Youth" collected?

"An extinct bird." It seemed that she just thought she had never heard of this place name. "What does 'existence within' mean?"

"The translation of one of the compilers." Fan Ning said, "There are also versions that say 'The shell species never disappeared, but became a kind of symbol, a reflection', and there are also versions that say 'some in-depth' The earth, some go to the stars’.”

"Do you think pouring red wine in the dusk is romantic?" the girl suddenly asked.

"From a literary point of view, it is a common and conventional image." Fan Ning thought carefully and answered.

"It's even better to talk about history in an unknown time and space, because 'the secret history is intricate and is the more fragrant and fragrant aged red wine.'" On the reflection of the water-filled stone pit, the purple electric arc in Qiong's hand slowly moved disappear.

"Agreed." Fan Ning said.

He kept rubbing his eyes.

"Whether I tie you up or not, I will still try to take you out," Qiong said.

"You are the captain, you make the decision." Fan Ning smiled, his expression finally relaxed, "Due to the comparison of strength, the captain has been officially handed over."

"What's next, are there any poems?" The girl lowered her eyes.

"No more." Fan Ning shook his head, "But there is a short annotation next, which is also translated from the original text."

"The author mentioned that he knew the secret rituals of the Yiyuan God performed by several shell species. He claimed that humans in the second history used this method to confuse their judgments to avoid unreasonable disasters. But these secret rituals are now They were basically eliminated. At least in the past two thousand years, most of them had no effect, so he decided not to waste inspiration on narration. "

Joan nodded and took out several candles from the package at her feet.

"Help me light it."

The particles of wax are disintegrating and flying, and the volume of the candle is shaved smaller, but even more unconventional, turning into a "twin" shape of two cylinders.

The next moment the candle wick lit up with a bang.

"What kind of ritual is this?" Fan Ning asked after complying.

"I don't know either." The girl leaned over and lined up the candles at the entrance of the cave. "However, it can be regarded as a kind of tribute to the lost god of 'watching death' and 'flow'. Maybe tonight the shell species will be Confused, maybe we won’t be bothered anymore.”

After it got dark, Fan Ning sat on a step-like place in the cave and spread out his "Symphony No. 4 in G Major" manuscript paper as usual.

Joan stood aside, sometimes using the flute to try to play the various parts that interested her and were newly created in Fanning's writing.

At one point, Fan Ning suddenly put the pen down with a bang.

"Are you feeling a little irritable writing?" Joan asked.

"If I say that I have already been to B-105, the lighthouse, and met Mr. F, would you believe it?" Fan Ning looked up.

Joan looked at him for a few seconds and was silent for a few seconds:

"Did you decide to tell me now?"

She seemed to be dissatisfied with herself for "clearly saying the key information but dragging it until now".

"Yes, just now, because of this, I woke up, relatively sober, and you didn't, it seems that you didn't even once." Fanning's fingertips ran across the score of the symphony.

"The disordered space-time process has been superimposed many times. Most of the time you didn't appear, and sometimes you did. The team members basically ended up going crazy and dying. I basically couldn't find the lighthouse. Only once, I found it, but Mr. F caught up with me. This person did manipulate the situation to some extent. Fortunately, my father also had a backhand and tricked him, and then the space-time became a dead end again."

Fanning explained, talked about the overall situation, and talked about some details he could remember. Of course, he still used a lot of uncertain adverbs such as "seems" and "estimated".

Joan's eyes were shining, and her fingers were circling her hair:

"How can you prove that you are not a fraud or fantasy after being contaminated? For example, do you know how to get to B-105?"

"Wait." Fanning unscrewed the pen cap again.

He continued to compose, because he felt that this was the only time he was relatively clear-headed. He first completed the notes of the first three movements that already existed in his memory to strengthen the impression of self-recording, and then continued to conceive the writing of the finale.

"In more than an hour, you will see things that you find difficult to understand."