Old-time musicians

Chapter 613 Key

"Ha ha ha ha."

Fanning did find himself amused.

"Sheeran, no matter what others call you, you must not continue to call Carol no matter what, otherwise it will be too embarrassing, it will be too embarrassing."

"This is what you said." The girl looked sideways at him.

"That's what I said." Fan Ning turned the steering wheel.

"By the way, so this is what you meant when you told the reporter at the beginning, 'claim'?"

"Yes."

The intermittent rain stopped again, and the car slowly drove into the gate of the University of San Lenia.

"Were you so sure of the outcome from the beginning?" Xilan looked at the campus flowers and trees receding in the rearview mirror.

"There are two types of people. Looking back, they are both 'determined', but they were different when they were alive."

Fan Ning organized his words slowly.

"The first type is still in a humble state until the end of their career. They never thought that their art would one day be praised and praised by future generations;"

"The other type, as early as they were 'moths', imagined that they might rise higher, and they flew around all night until they fell into the flames."

"I count the latter, oh, it's not necessarily an advantage, sometimes it comes at a cost."

"No matter what, I probably don't count before and after." Sheeran immediately shook his head, "Caron, you know, my vision for the future life in the past was nothing more than that my father would continue to receive the salary of a teaching position in a public school. Give me a life that is comfortable, plain, and at the same time better than most unfortunate people, and I can continue to get a clerical or half-teaching position in a public school by relying on my excellent performance in both character and academics."

"So, when did the turning point happen for you?"

"Turning? A very appropriate description. Yes, when did it start? I think about it. There should be some such scenes."

"Picture?" Fan Ning asked.

The car turns right on the internal road ahead, and on the left is an area of ​​villas for professors.

In the past, for a longer period of time, I often walked here, visiting, or saying goodbye, but since the Turner Art Hall was fully completed and there was a better and more convenient living room, even Sheeran himself I rarely go back to my previous home.

"Yes, the picture." Xilan raised his head, "For example, in the early autumn of 909, on a Friday evening, I heard a knock on the door, got up from the sofa in my father's office, and saw you standing with a book in your arms. At the door, come and return the music score."

"Do you remember even 'Friday evening' so clearly?"

"Because my milk delivery contract that I signed for a whole year finally expired, I was able to switch to a merchant's flavor that I accidentally tasted but liked more. Isn't the connection between memories amazing?"

"It's quite interesting."

"Also, in the late autumn of 1909, Joan came to my house as a guest. You were on the other side the whole time, practicing a piano etude by Uccillo at an extremely slow speed, and you didn't talk to us much. We I'm too embarrassed to take the initiative to chat with you."

"This is also a bit of an impression. At that time, we rarely spoke on similar occasions."

"In short, the subsequent series of turns will definitely happen gradually starting from these pictures - the pictures we know. It can also be said that this is the boundary between 'possibility' and 'possibility'. In other words, Before doing this, I couldn’t even think about becoming a member of an official school, the concertmaster of a professional symphony orchestra, the person in charge of a chain of theaters, or a violinist at the level of a ‘Lion Forging’.”

"It started after we got to know each other. That's not entirely accurate."

"Why?"

"To be precise, it is defined by the serial deaths across the school," Fanning said.

"That's right." Xilan's eyes dimmed briefly.

The engine roared slightly on the uphill section, and the two of them were speechless for a while. Fan Ning controlled the car to turn out of the west gate of the University of San Lenia and slowly drove deep into the oak street.

Lyuffenas Garden, a small cemetery of the Holy Sun Church.

Dark night, mud, fallen branches. The atmosphere of the usually quiet and elegant cemetery seems a bit bleak at first glance. In fact, it is not the case. There are quite a lot of flowers in front of the tombstone of composer Anton Konard, far more than in previous years.

Their black outlines silently surround the marble base and the epitaph above:

"His time will come, and some people live after death."

"After that day, my father was killed, and you and I were involved. I must have changed a lot. I am not as cheerful as before. I always think about things from my childhood: the scenes when my sister was still alive, the courtyard and starry sky of my old home, every Even the optimist Joan can hardly affect me with the New Year holidays and changes. The word "optimist" may be even more inappropriate when used to describe her now. Her nineteen years have not even touched me. Then there is the subject, which has been squeezed and diluted into secondary and secondary strands in cognition. Everyone is changing, and you have also changed greatly since then, as if you are a different person. Although now Looking back with hindsight, many of your personalities and traits were foreshadowed a long time ago, but around that time, you made leaps in all aspects, beyond the scope of our imagination."

As Xilan narrated, she squatted in front of the tomb with her knees in her arms, holding the hem of her skirt in one hand, while the other hand holding the silk stopped in mid-air.

It was a habitual action in previous years, but this time, the tombstone was wiped clean by people who had recently come to commemorate it. There was no need to spend repeated efforts.

Just to pick a landmark event, Bruno Walter recorded the first large-scale album of works after becoming the music director of the Old Symphony Orchestra, which was the complete set of nine symphonies by Anton Konard, and it received a great response. success.

His fame has been rising, and he is already ranked among the "greats". His time may have really come.

The work itself is decisive, of course, this process was advanced, in which Fanning played a key role.

Xilan suddenly couldn't help but closed her eyes, and two lines of clear marks appeared on her face.

"Why are you crying?" Fan Ning squatted down next to her.

"Everything is very happy, but why can't dad see it?"

Fan Ning was silent.

"Caron, actually you have only graduated a few years ago, and you have been on the run for a long time. Sometimes you come to see dad by yourself. I come more often by myself. As for the number of times you have brought me here, it seems to have been three times before. Although your expression looks as calm as ever, I know that those are the times when you are happiest and the most important achievement points.”

"The first time was when the graduation concert came to a successful conclusion after an unexpected incident. You brought me here in the early morning with the score of the "First Symphony"; the second time you took up the post of permanent director of the Santa Lenia Symphony Orchestra. Conductor, after the triumphant return after performing the "Violin Concerto in E minor" at Fort Santa Ram; the third time was when the old symphony orchestra you founded became famous, and the New Year's concert "Choral Fantasy in C minor" was a great success. Midnight on New Year’s Eve.”

"How happy would Dad be if he could see every highlight?"

"Maybe he knows." Fan Ning said suddenly.

"What?" Xilan was confused.

"Perhaps, he knows, not only him, but also people like Kaplan, and some people who have disappeared in the South Kingdom. Not now, but in the future, he may know."

Fan Ning slowly closed his eyes, seeming to feel something.

"Sheeran, I gradually feel that as an ordinary person, I have always had this universal understanding that 'everyone will die completely' and 'every death is complete nothingness'. Now it seems that Gradually it was transformed.”

"For example, take myself as an example. I suddenly feel that I may not necessarily die. At most, I will just disappear in the world. There are too many people who remember me. Generally speaking, even if it is the 'character' of 'Forging a Lion', Even if it drifts infinitely in the long river of history, it can also retain its uniqueness for a long time, and it is difficult to split and blend into other things."

"And after rising higher today, I also feel that my perception of time and space is not as linear as before, from left to right, or from the past to the present. Such a simple perspective."

Sheeran understood every word Fanning said, but she really couldn't figure out what it meant.

I can’t understand from what perspective and what feelings people would say such things.

With the help of a series of works provided by Fanning, she has become a "Lion Forged" violinist, but she also cannot understand it.

"To be precise, it's not necessarily all."

Fanning was feeling and adding again.

"Well, generally speaking, we still have to talk about the logic of time and space, but there is a possibility of a slight change in the perspective of observing and thinking about the problem."

".It's a very mystical experience."

As he spoke, some strange sensation around him made his eyes open suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Xilan, who was seriously trying to understand, was shocked by his reaction.

Fan Ning stood up, stepped forward half a meter.

Xilan stood up, and their eyes fell on the top of the tombstone at the same time, and on the neck of the bronze bust of Professor Anton.

There is a necklace wrapped around it, a silver necklace.

Hanging from it was a small blackened key, with a rough relief carving resembling a spear on one side.

This sudden, familiar and strange scene, as well as the dangerous information he learned from the saints of the Holy Sun Church when he was playing Lavoisier, made Fan Ning's arms suddenly tremble.

He reached out and turned the key over.

There is a small vertical bump on the other side, which is the Arabic numeral 1.