Old-time musicians

Within a few seconds of walking in the light curtain, the ice and snow hanging on Qiong's body melted rapidly, half of the scales on her cheeks turned into powder and peeled off, and the small snakes sprouting from her body and the tentacles transformed from her dress also turned into illusions and disappeared.

Fan Ning smiled and relaxed, lowering his raised arm.

He took a few unsteady steps back, outside the projection zone, and squatted down to tighten his shoelaces.

Then began to inventory some necessary climbing aids in the package.

The turbid sky is getting darker, perhaps call it the night before night.

Pastoral songs with a nostalgic color filter soon became unfamiliar again, with muted brass, violins striking strings with bows, the use of augmented fourths and subtracted fifths, frequent out-of-key semitones, and other mysterious and mysterious scenes. The weird and terrifying dynamic picture scroll was revealed again.

But as the southern projection spread, the collapsed pixels inside began to change. The shadows of flowers and palm trees rose from the ground. The frozen soil turned into white beaches and parasols. The area near the colorful edge appeared like waves. sound

The "musical instruments" and umbilical cords flying from all directions quickly dried up and withered after entering the pink light curtain, and formed a dense network of branches high above the head.

It was covered with violins.

A wooden violin with four strings, two f-holes, a reddish-brown luster, and light and elegant curves.

Other musical instruments gradually grew around, and they were different from those seen along the way.

"Qiong, I can chat with you for a while, about five minutes." After counting the packages, Fan Ning took out a piece of frozen unleavened bread and started chewing it with snow water.

"Does this count as a performance of a work?" At the center point where the historical projection initially spread, the girl sat down with her legs curled up and took over the control of the instrument from Fan Ning.

A large number of "cyclones" of score pages began to swirl and dance around her.

"Forget it, I think there are many 'people' listening. Although I don't see anyone in my field of vision, at least those people who disappeared in the southern dreamland will witness in the dark, witnessing the 'summer noon' at that time. Dream' to move towards a more complete place"

"Okay, it's just that I think there's a good chance you won't make it to the top."

"The plans made by climbers all include a round trip, but I did it one way, which is less difficult than them."

Fan Ning swallowed the unleavened bread hard and then patted his chest.

Staying inside the projection can ensure Qiong's safety for a long time, but it cannot protect Fan Ning herself.

He could avoid the distortion of cognition caused by excessive color, but he could not avoid the pollution and erosion of the remains of the "old days". He has no choice.

The girl who also understood the location of this joint nodded lightly: "But you seem to be very sure that you will definitely get what you want up there, and you will definitely be able to get out."

"Yeah, I have a hunch."

"Where did the intuition come from? It doesn't make sense."

"Or is it an emotional coherence?"

"Emotional coherence?" she asked.

Fan Ning tried to organize his words, but his feelings about this issue always made his muddy thoughts become clear:

"Usually when composing music, I need to find a theme, a tone, or an emotional development line. This is very important. If I can't do this, the melody will be continued for the sake of continuation, and the counterpoint will be written for the sake of harmony. If it is harmonious, four movements would be written just to make up one piece. But I haven’t felt this way for a long time now. Everything here is trying to mess with your guts and brain.”

“Strictly speaking, the Fourth Symphony, which I composed in an effort to stay awake, still carries a sense of emotional fragmentation. Everything is normal and everything is against the grain. I don’t know if I’m going to publish it like this after I go out. Good or bad, but when I look at the lighthouse, my emotions are rarely coherent. I can't tell whether the things inside are familiar and familiar, or strange and scary, but I am sure that a large part of my confusion may be get answered"

"If you describe it as 'paranoia for an unknown goal,' the feeling is probably the same as when you desperately tried to collect the radiant spirit fluid."

Qiong kept nodding lightly, and after being silent for a while, he added: "So, you will be promoted to 'Crescent Moon' in the near future, and others will also change the names for you, but I will not see this."

"The same goes for your promotion to Order Enforcer."

"What's the meaning?"

"I won't see it, but I will know it." Fan Ning corrected the subtle differences between concepts, "There are many things that others don't know, and you will too."

"Who will you visit first after you get out?" Joan asked.

Fan Ning hesitated for a moment before looking into her eyes again:

"Gilbert Capron."

She did not express her opinion on this answer. She lowered her eyelashes, picked off a burgundy rose in the projection, and placed it in front of the tip of her nose to look at it carefully:

"Why don't you choose to stay inside for a short rest? It's much warmer here than outside, at least it's close to the winter in the south."

"You must have stayed in bed, right?" Fan Ning smiled and stood up again.

He shook off his coat, which was as hard as iron due to the cold, then put the package on his back and tied it in a knot in front of his chest.

"I seem to understand."

At the end of the second movement, Joan threw the "Star Trail" in her hand into the air.

The flute, which was originally so colorful that it was dizzying, seemed to have gone through a purification process. The purple and red light and shadow quickly separated towards the two ends, and then silently burst out into overwhelming stars, flying into the sky.

Her dress also changed, stretching into a wide, purple arc-shining light cloak, which she took off and threw in the direction of Fanning.

The next moment, the "Star Track" light spots that flowed like a waterfall also covered her body.

"You may not use more than one percent of these divinities and true knowledge, but at least it will make your climb easier."

After the light cloak covered Fanning, it disappeared silently.

The biting cold wind and snowflakes chased the vortex, making a shrill cry. Fanning turned and walked towards the dark distance. The shadow of the mountain range quietly hovered in the sky, like a large piece of celestial debris that was decayed, sunken, and covered with various molds.

The sound of the cello sounded at this time, presenting a theme of solemnity with a little peace and sadness. The rhythm was stretched and restrained, the breath was full and deep, and the genre characteristics of the lullaby were revealed, flashing the brilliance of the stars and extreme feelings.

The third movement is similar to the adagio, a free variation.

As if reproducing an ancient legend, the turbid sky was pierced with thousands of brilliant wounds by the "star tracks", and the runes flowing to Fanning were like blood, indicating the path ahead.

At the time of parting, the fragrance of hawthorn flowers floated in the cold air again.

After walking for about a minute, at a distance that was about to be invisible, Fanning turned his head once and saw the looming pink light curtain and figure.

"The final chapter was written later. I can sing, but I can't improvise orchestral music." Her voice was mixed in the raging wind and snow.

"Everything you need is on the score." Fanning responded with his palms, "For the part that is not available for the time being, someone will actively contribute inspiration to the arrangement later. Is there anything else to say or want to say?"

He stood still and waited for a while, and then saw a smile on the girl's cheek in the distance:

"Say thank you, sister."