Fan Ning frowned, endured the illusory whispers in his ears, and walked quickly on campus.
Sheeran followed closely behind.
After a few minutes' walk, the two of them bumped into a man walking out in front of the elegant white arch of the Conservatory of Music, wearing a neat black dress and holding a sheet of music.
"Hello, cousin Xilan. Oh, isn't this Director Fan Ning?"
Fan Ning saw something wrong in his smile.
My father has been missing for three years, and the Turner Art Museum has long since closed down. Is it okay for you to call me like this now?
"Hello, Leader Cecil, I need to take leave for the grade meeting later. Professor Anton Konard has passed away, and we have many things to deal with."
Fan Ning was too lazy to pay attention to these words, but he originally needed to ask Cecil for leave today.
As a representative aristocratic public school, the University of Saint-Lenia attaches great importance to the cultivation of gentlemanly character, requiring students to strictly observe discipline, pay attention to etiquette, and pay attention to their words and deeds. At the same time, it gives students greater self-management authority: between upper and lower grades, or
Between “the best” and “the average”
Ram Cecil is a fourth-year composition major, administrator, and grade leader.
The original owner is obviously the "managed".
The world's art system "emphasizes inspiration and neglects theory." The status of musicology majors is already embarrassing. The vast majority of students come from the middle class, which is barely enough for entry. They do not have the privileged, money-burning performance skills of aristocratic families.
Or creative practice conditions.
He neither has superb musical instrument playing skills nor can he write any decent works.
Hearing Fan Ning asked for leave, Cecil put away his smile: "I know the matter. Sheeran is my cousin. I feel more regretful than you about Professor Anton. But the group meeting involves the selection competition of this graduation concert.
, I cannot approve your request for leave, please attend on time."
…?
Fan Ning suspected that he had heard wrongly.
Everyone is going to die. Who is in the mood to prepare for a graduation concert...
Seeing that Fan Ning didn't speak for a while, Cecil changed his tone of voice and said with seriousness and sincerity: "Although you can't come up with anything decent, it is a rare learning opportunity after all. You don't need to worry about Professor Anton's funeral."
He looked at Xilan again, "Cousin, if you have any difficulties, we will help you here. After the funeral, we won't live alone there. It just so happens that my aunt hasn't seen you for a long time... By the way, don't you like it?
Violin? I'm writing a symphony for my graduation concert. I'll bring you with me to the rehearsal later. It's always good to adjust the mood..."
"For the funeral, the school will send people to take care of the funeral. Thank you." Sheeran's response was very polite.
At this moment, Fan Ning suddenly felt something in his heart.
The music of this world has developed into a mature stage of Romanticism, similar to the time when composers such as Chopin, Liszt and Tchaikovsky were alive in the 19th century.
But the immortal works of those music masters in previous lives are not available in this world!
If I "learn" from one or two songs in the work selection competition later, on the one hand, the dimension reduction attack on these students will be on the one hand, and on the other hand, wouldn't it just confirm what I was reminded of in that mysterious text message?
So Fan Ning finally raised the corner of his mouth: "Team leader, I understand the work selection competition. I will attend the team meeting on time later. Thank you for reminding me."
"Carolen Fan Ning, thank you for your cooperation." Cecil's overtures to his cousin were met with a cold reception, and when he saw Fan Ning surrendering, his face relaxed slightly.
Unexpectedly, Fan Ning's next words instantly made his face completely collapse:
"But Teacher Anton's matter really has nothing to do with you. Team leader, as long as one or two people from your family come to the funeral, I will thank you on Xilan's behalf."
Teacher Anton's family has long since declined, and he is only a marginalized professor in the school. Only the original owner, a student who also likes to study unpopular ancient music, has a close relationship with him.
Fan Ning knew the motives of this distant relative in front of him very well.
"Okay, okay, okay." Cecil narrowed his eyes and said three good words in a row, then dropped the next sentence and turned around to leave:
"Now is the critical stage of my graduation concert creation, so I don't want to pay attention to you. Fan Ning, if you don't want to regret it later, I advise you to do it alone."
"It's all boring." Fan Ning didn't take it seriously and continued walking forward.
"Caron, I'm not afraid of him, but there's no need for you to conflict with him head-on." Sheeran rushed up and said softly.
The status of the grade leader at Saint Lenia University is very valuable, and is a double proof of family background and personal strength. Usually, the full-time position is selected from the senior students, and the deputy position is selected from the junior students. They have a greater influence on both the current and lower grades.
management rights.
"It's okay, Xilan. I asked him for leave according to the procedure, out of compliance with the school's code of conduct and respect for the school's team leader system."
My current situation is indeed very unclear, so I shouldn't make unnecessary enemies, but some people have too impure thoughts in their minds and have evil intentions towards the little girl, so I'll fight them when I need to.
The two then walked into the Conservatory of Music.
Fan Ning took off his top hat, handed Sheeran a piece of cleaning paper at the door, and leaned over to wipe off the dust and mud on his leather shoes.
Holding on to the jade-white spiral staircase handrails, you ascend to the second floor step by step, and the sounds of various musical instruments echo in the corridor.
They found a small piano room of five or six square meters, and the two of them sat down in front of the piano. Fan Ning put down her hat, leaned on her cane, and returned her satchel to the girl next to her.
Sheeran covered her head with one hand and looked very unhappy, but she still thanked her softly and took out a milky-white envelope and a thick and large leather loose-leaf book from her bag.
"Teacher Anton's letter and research notes?"
Fan Ning looked at the milky white envelope in Sheeran's hand, with the small words "Dearly Expressed by Carolyn Fan Ning" written on it.
He is also familiar with this cowhide book. It always appears on Teacher Anton's piano music stand, office or desk at home, where it is used to record music manuscripts, research experiences and important transcribed materials.
After taking them, he temporarily placed them next to the piano bench.
Then he opened the piano cover: "Sheeran, let me play a piece of music for you first."
"Caron, I feel like I'm not feeling well..." The girl sitting next to her had a somewhat painful expression. She rested her smooth forehead with the back of her hand and leaned towards the high-pitched side of the piano.
Fan Ning comforted him: "Wait for a while, you will be fine soon."
In fact, he didn't know what to do.
I also endured the discomfort of illusory whispers and put my hands on the keys.
He played a short, beautiful and popular rondo from his previous life - Beethoven's "For Elise".
The beautiful theme with semitones is played from the fingertips, simple and friendly, and the broken chords alternately played by both hands are like water waves flowing in the piano room.
About halfway through the performance, Fanning was surprised to find that he seemed to have established some kind of inspirational connection with Sheeran.
Like a strange invisible thread!
No, there was more than one beam, there were more than a dozen beams coming through the surrounding walls, which seemed to come from other people who heard the sound of the piano, but it was just weaker.
The nature of this thread seems not to be "transmission" or "collection", but some kind of "sharing" or "resonance"!
He felt that his certain "soul" or "spiritual" level seemed to have become stronger and more stable, and those illusory whispers had become inaudible.
After the performance, the light golden subtitles [0/100] in front of me finally changed!
There are many vague characters floating around.
First it was +2, then a series of +1, +1, +1...
The final subtitles changed to [3/100]!
My chest started to feel warm.
"Chest?" Fan Ning reached out and pressed himself, feeling the feeling of being hit by a hard object, so he took out the thing that had been hanging inside.
Hanging from the silver necklace is a small blackened key, with a rough relief similar to a spear engraved on one side.
The key to your own Turner Museum?
Fan Ning turned it over again, and there was a small vertical protrusion on the other side, which looked more like the Arabic numeral 1.
Every time my father goes away from home, he will keep the key for himself and take it back when he returns.
But since the last separation, Fan Ning has never been able to take it off.
It has been three years since I became so familiar with the feeling on my skin that I often forget it exists.
"By the way, Sheeran, how do you feel?" He came back to his senses.
The girl sitting next to the piano looked at herself with her cheeks in her hands, but her expression still looked very uncomfortable.
Fan Ning thought for a while, took off his necklace, took out his handkerchief and wiped it.
Then he reached out and put a virtual ring around the girl's neck, closed the necklace from behind, and then threw the key in the front into the girl's chest.
"It's a little hot." Sheeran lowered his head, "Well... I seem to be feeling a little better."
This is strange. Shouldn't this key have been randomly assigned by my father when the art museum opened more than ten years ago?
Fan Ning felt that the matter was shrouded in mystery, but at least he had a direction to explore and was no longer so anxious.
At least that text message reminder is real.
Playing it yourself is naturally a form of "reappearance".
+2 comes from Sheeran, who has clear sound effects and listens carefully.
And those +1 are other people who can't hear clearly through the wall, or whose attention is intermittent?
If your inference is correct,
For the preliminary round of the work selection competition in the afternoon, there were at least several hundred listeners in the auditorium.
The progress of [3/100] is likely to be filled directly!
"Thank you, and the new song you wrote is very nice." Sheeran thought Fan Ning had been staring at her.
The little girl's cheeks were a little red and she took the initiative to take off the necklace and gave it back to Fan Ning.
Fan Ning smiled at her, then picked up the envelope that Teacher Anton left for her, and opened the scarlet sealing wax on it.