After directing the plasterers and porters to complete the finishing work, Fan Ning paid them the final payment.
He walked back and forth and walked in, looking at the "composer's cabin" as a whole: white walls, blue and red inverted V-shaped roof, windows on three sides, and the main entrance facing the direction of the lake.
The steps about one meter high lead up to the door, which is divided into two parts with a simple wooden curtain, and is equipped with necessary tables, chairs, pianos, fireplaces, hammocks and other items, making the 18-square-meter space still appear spacious.
Although the display is simple, the quality brought by the high budget of 200 pounds gives it a sense of refinement and tranquility.
The piano is a small triangle of the "Pesenrov" brand. The price including transportation is 400 pounds. It is an entry-level configuration of a triangle. It is different from the cheerful and crisp "Ctissibio", and it is also different from the balanced, passionate and violent aesthetics.
"Boethius", its materials and craftsmanship are pure and stable, the sound is more solid and deep, and it has a more unique characteristic: very high sensitivity.
The wonderful performance made on it will go straight ahead and be even more shocking, but unfortunately, if there are flaws in the performance, or if there are finger functions that are not well trained, it will be amplified ten times. From the perspective of performance, it is
Fanning may not necessarily be friendly, but he is definitely suitable for composing music.
Fan Ning originally had no money to bother with this, so the remaining funds were handed over to the "Shining Golden Spark" together with Lu's remuneration. Fortunately, he immediately received another 1,800 pounds - the manuscript of the string quartet "Death and the Maiden" has now become
The Adair family collection.
After the cabin was built, Fan Ning spent three days and wrote the first movement of "Symphony No. 1" in one go based on a lot of previous accumulation and ideas. In the current twilight, he added the free elongation symbol at the end and the ending.
symbol.
Looking through the window, the town was just a few minutes' walk away, and the warm light spread out, illuminating every inch of the skin above it in the light brown dusk.
In the distance are lakes, mountains and the sky. The outline of the woods draws a long arc in the darkness, and the deep blue sky dominates the sky, giving it a sense of mysterious magnificence.
"What are you doing here again?" The music stopped and Fan Ning walked out of the room and asked with a smile.
"Mr. Composer, we would like to gain more experience and learn some new tunes or accompaniment systems."
Three onlookers, holding notebooks and pens in their hands, hurriedly stood up from the scarecrow's feet. Another person, holding a lit cigar on his back, was leaning into the window to look. At this time, he turned around, scratched his head, and smiled.
.
"A composer from the big city came to the village to write his symphony here." The news spread a few days ago, and many people came to take a look, or were in awe of serious music.
, or wanting to learn some skills, or just out of pure curiosity.
Although Fan Ning's door opened and closed, the residents who came to watch did not knock on the door or enter without authorization. They made silent gestures to the children to prevent them from disturbing the composer's musical thoughts. Fan Ning also
On the threshold of the door, I found someone had given me a fruit basket.
These country musicians are among the most frequently watched. They have some foundation in vocal music and organ, and some can also play guitar, piano, orchestra or various percussion instruments - most of them are inherited from their fathers or through a master-apprentice system.
The previous generation used word of mouth to teach their successors some musical instrument playing techniques, master music fragments, folk song and dance tunes and improvisational accompaniment routines.???
Just as artists are respected in cities, rural musicians or painters also have a high status in rural society. Even because the circles of villages and towns are smaller and social relations are flatter, they can enjoy some "practical" respect: such as church services, schools
Classes, tavern performances, weddings and funerals, and social activities for the gentry. In fact, their income is also considerable.
"Sir, are you going to go to town? Tonight Sir William will hold a dance at his manor. He has expressed many times that he hopes you can take time out of your busy schedule to come. If you go, he will be very happy." A country musician
asked.
"That's what I meant."
In fact, Fan Ning has become familiar with many people in the past few days. William Squire came to the hotel early to visit after hearing about it, and he had many exchanges with country musicians in his free time.
This world is "emphasis on inspiration and light on theory". When he went to a small place, Fan Ning found that the music theory of these country musicians was even worse. They lacked basic music theory, struggled to read music or only used simplified music, and most of their musical skills were poor.
It is passed down point-to-point from the previous generation - using the method of master playing one sentence and apprentice learning one sentence.
But this does not mean that they do not have musical nutrients worth absorbing: musical life experiences worth listening to, rich tune materials, improvisational artistic wisdom, certain folk songs or dance music genres with long meanings... Fan Ning learned a lot from them.
Things you can't learn in academic life.
In return, Fan Ning also explained some basic music theory to them, popularized the sources of many familiar music excerpts, and shared more popular tunes in serious music - using simplification, adaptation, etc. methods for them to record,
To facilitate playing and singing.
In the streets of the small town at dusk, the sweet fragrance of dinner is wafting in the air. The shops on both sides turn on the gas lights. The girl leans on the curtain on the second floor, the sound of the harmonica floats melodiously, the children sing and chase and play, and the livestock are lazy.
The ground chirped, and farmers lined up to drive them to the farm.
"Kids, what are you singing about?" Fan Ning leaned over and asked with a smile.
The little boy holding the bell sniffed and shook his head blankly at Fan Ning.
"I know! It's called 'Brother Jacques'!" The older little girl jumped up to Fan Ning in a showy manner, grinned in reply, and then led the children to climb up the haystack, leaving behind a noisy and cheerful scene.
The song: "Are you still sleeping, are you still sleeping? Good brother, good brother. The morning bell has rung, the morning bell has rung, jingle bell, jingle bell..."
"Sir, are you also interested in these children's songs?" A country musician asked curiously seeing Fan Ning being amused.
"It's very malleable, isn't it?" Fan Ning's answer left the musicians scratching their heads.
…Don’t mention it, it sounds a bit like “Two Tigers”, which is a children’s song. The melody is simple and repetitive, and many of them are similar.
Before Fan Ning was completely close to Squire William's courtyard, he saw clouds of smoke swirling above the branches of the courtyard. The smoke from burning locust and jujube trees mixed with the aroma of roasted beef and mutton.
Drill into the nose.
The living room is old, spacious and neat, with cream curtains, dark red walls, smooth floors, and walnut gall wood furniture, all reflecting the light of gas lamps.
The charcoal fires in the two long steel troughs were burning brightly. The servants turned the forks for roasting the lamb, and the fragrant fat dripped into the troughs, making an attractive sizzling sound.
The dresses of the gentlemen and ladies here are not as fashionable as those of Ufranser, and their behavior is relatively less restrained. The guests chat and laugh or play cards in groups.
Someone looked towards Fan Ning, and then more guests looked out from the lounge.
"Mr. Pianist! You are here!!" Two little girls, about eleven or twelve years old, with long, silky hair and pomegranate red skirts, excitedly ran to Fan Ning. A golden retriever puppy jumped out of one of the skirts.
It drilled out from the side and left claw marks on Fan Ning's trouser legs.
"Sorry... Mr. Pianist." A little girl knelt down and patted the puppy on the head. "It's too young and doesn't understand etiquette... It's actually an intelligent and pure-blooded traveling hound. My father spent a lot of time on it.
I bought it from a friend for 40 pounds..."
Seeing this scene, Mr. William, who was wearing a leather vest, stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Dear Mr. Composer, you finally have free time tonight... My two precious little girls have been with you for fifteen minutes since last time.
After class, you kept clamoring for me to invite you over again."
"I'm here to watch and learn from the performances and dances you are waiting for." Fan Ning responded politely.
The squire family first let Fan Ning have tea, then served cheese cut into cubes, candies and cakes, and finally cut a few strips of steaming meat from the hot lamb leg for him to taste as a first course.
Originally, according to convention, the guests would first enjoy the performance of the young heroine or the musicians, but now the country musicians did not dare to come forward, and more ladies looked at Fan Ning with reverence and expectation.
"It is an honor to invite you, a noble composer, to kick off today's ball." Sir William's wife said so.
Fan Ning did not refuse. He took off his white gloves, sat in front of the upright piano, stretched out his right index finger, and together with his middle finger, played a bright and cheerful vibrato on the A-flat key in the high range.
This vibrato turned into a cheerful repeated sound pattern, and then the three beats of the left hand were added. A cheerful and gorgeous melody that repeatedly turned around was played by Fan Ning, climbing to a high point at a dizzying speed, and then sliding down with a playful sound.
He played Chopin's famous "Waltz in D flat major" (1), also known as "Puppy Waltz".
The little girl's golden retriever puppy was spinning happily beside the pedal. The squire family and the guests held their breaths and listened with their ears pricked up. The country musicians stared unblinkingly at Fan Ning's fingers on the keyboard for fear of missing them.
A little detail.
Such exquisite and passionate melodies, such elegant and brilliant harmonies, and such high-level creation and performance can probably only appear in those aristocratic music salons in big cities!
The speed in the middle section is slightly slower, the melody is delicate and sweet, and then comes the repetition of the first fast phrase. After the fast sound flow passes from high to low, Fan Ning's fingers are lifted lightly from the keyboard, and all the sounds are collected in an instant.
He had to clean it up, then turned his head and looked at the cute little girl next to him with a smile.
After playing for less than two minutes, he took his seat and left the stage amidst applause that was about to break the roof. Then the musicians played some fragments of Meyer symphonies with wind instruments, and then sang a few Kashunich songs for the crowd.
Early cantata.
The dance style here is also somewhat different from that in big cities. It is fresher and brighter, more enthusiastic and unrestrained, and has a richer local flavor. Fan Ning always carefully admires it from his seat and politely clinks glasses and sips wine with the gentlemen and ladies who come up to say hello.
Towards the end, several country musicians gathered around again. A musician who knew relatively well about music notation handed over the sheet of music he had recorded and asked Fan Ning to proofread and complete it.
He is the piano tutor for William Gentleman's two little daughters. Last time Fan Ning demonstrated melody playing and phrasing breathing to the two little girls, he was also listening as a student.
"The tonality was found quite accurately, but almost only the right hand was written, but many of the abbreviated symbols are quite down-to-earth." This comment flashed through Fan Ning's mind. He took the pen and spent more than ten minutes proofreading it.
The melody of the right hand is added, and then the accompaniment chords of the left hand are completed.
The musician thanked him after taking it. He didn't know Fan Ning's name, but carefully wrote on the upper right side of the score: "Mr. Composer from the Lake House, March 16, 913 in the New Calendar."
"I want to ask you a question." Fan Ning said.
"Don't you dare? Please tell me."
"What's the name of their dance music that alternates between fast and slow speeds? Is there more material?"
"Sir... this is called 'Leandre'. Are you also interested in this? To be honest, the noble musicians in the city generally look down on these country materials and are not willing to pay attention to us. But if you want it, I can give it to you.
Write some common tunes."
Fan Ning said seriously: "There are high and low levels of music layout, development and logical techniques, but there is no such thing as inspiration and material. They come either from the highest sky or from the earth under our feet."
The country musician seems to understand: "They have two kinds of rhythms, fast and slow. They have been popular in the countryside in the north of Eagles for more than two hundred years, but now there are fewer of them. Many younger generations feel that their starting speed is too unrestrained. They
I would rather follow the elegant waltz in the big city."
"Really?" Fan Ning's eyes showed a thoughtful look, "I think the waltz popular in salons today seems to have evolved from the slow branch of 'Leanderer'. Of course, they have increased the speed to a moderate pace.
degree, more elegant and light…”
Well, this must have some kind of homology, they are all three beats, but 'Leanderer' often divides each beat into two eighth notes, and even splits the first beat into triplet, which not only looks enthusiastic
Unrestrained, and even according to the words of the previous life, there is also some emotion and magic...
He took the paper with the "Leander" genre material written on it, glanced at the several lines of simplified music on it, thanked him and put it away.
"Mr. Pianist, when will you come to give us lessons again?" When the meeting was over, a little girl ran to Fan Ning and called her father, "Dad, you should pay more to the piano."
Mr. Home."
"I am willing, but what is more important is your time." Gentleman William laughed, then personally sent Fan Ning out and invited him to come over for tea tomorrow morning.
Late at night, Fan Ning stepped into the door of the hotel, and his eyes fell on the woodcut "Hunter's Funeral" again.
"It looks heavy, but is actually lively and interesting. This ironic mood is indeed very consistent with my idea of the funeral march in the third movement."
"How about making a bold attempt and using the theme of the children's song 'Brothers Jacques' that I just heard as the theme of the 'breathing motive' that the timpani repeatedly beats, make a minor version of the deformation, and then use imitation techniques to make sounds between the various instruments.
Superimpose them all, and use the timbre and character of each instrument to simulate the various small animals that bury hunters in the forest, so that they are piled up into a huge canon structure..."
"In this way, the combination of low-level children's songs and the high-level polyphonic technique of canon formed the first stage of my irony... In the subsequent inserts, I combined the vulgar minor tunes of Ufranser with symphonic orchestration
Fusion to achieve the second ironic effect..."
Seeing Fan Ning staring blankly at the front desk, the male owner of the hotel, Schwint, asked in surprise: "Sir, it's very late. Do you want to go up and rest first? I want them to prepare hot water for you."
"no thank you."
Fan Ning woke up from a dream, quickly opened his notebook, and began to record his inspiration. Then he rushed back to the "composer cabin" by the lake that night without taking any rest. It was another sleepless night.
Time passed day by day. In this state of frantically absorbing nutrients and devoting himself to creation, Fan Ning finished writing the third movement, and then integrated various dance music materials into his own ideas to complete the second movement. Finally, he wrote the second movement based on
These creative elements fine-tune and supplement some of the development and transitional passages of Professor Anton’s final movement, making the overall logic more rigorous.
Thus, Fanning completed the "First Symphony" in his life in the "composer's cabin" on the shores of Lake Metraun.
One morning in early April, the breeze blew across the lake, the trees sprouted new buds, and the fields outside the village were boundless green waves.
As usual, several country musicians came to the lakeside with pens and paper, preparing to listen to Fan Ning's piano practice in the morning. However, they did not hear any sound when they approached the "composer cabin". When they got closer, they found that the doors and windows were closed and empty.
one person.
"Mr. Composer has left? It has only been a month..." Several people stood by the lake in despair for a long time, and then reluctantly retreated. On the road, they saw several residents walking in the opposite direction, as if they wanted to go to the lake, and then looked at
We saw two little girls carrying fruit baskets and wearing white dresses.
"Mr. Pianist left?"
"Go back, everyone," said the piano teacher of the squire's daughter. "The composer has completed his creation and has returned to the big city. His symphony must be performed there soon."
"The lessons he gave us several times were only one hour in total... Will he come back?"
"Can we hear it?"
The two little girls asked different questions.
"...I believe it will be." Another country musician looked at the short figure in the "Composer's Cabin" and didn't know which question he was answering. "We didn't have the chance to premiere, and we don't know the name of the composer yet, but it won't take long.
, his symphony will probably be heard in concert halls in various cities, and we always have a chance."
On the afternoon of April 6, the temperature was not cold, but there was still a steady drizzle in the leaden clouds in Ufranser.
"Woo——!"
The whistle of the steam train arriving at the station sounded.
Fan Ning carried his travel bag and followed the dense flow of people out of the platform. From a distance, he saw a plastic sign with a woodpecker pattern floating above the crowd.
He approached and saw Sheeran and Qiong waving vigorously towards him.