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The first movement: Poems of Awakening (54): Midsummer has arrived (two in one)

 "That's, that's..."

The black umbrella in Luna's hand fell into the sea of ​​flowers with a "pop" sound.

"Roughly in the north area of ​​the city?" An Ye quickly stood up from the fox white lily flowers, looked at the distance in the direction of Tiya City and murmured, "Teacher, this is your..."

Five seconds.

The pink beam of light that shot into the sky spread quickly.

Fan Ning felt as if a nuclear bomb had been detonated at that location. The earth was drumming, the sky was trembling, and countless brilliant knowledge or colors burst out from the extremely squeezed state, dividing the time and space under the blazing sun into brilliant streaks.

spectrum, and then jumps happily from one beam of light to another.

Luna and An only had time to react with gazes and utter a few words. Fan Ning did not respond to them. The light and waves immersed the three of them and continued to extend backwards.

"boom!--"

The consciousness inside the skull and the revelation from the outside, the past colors and the new colors, collided with each other, swirled, and merged to form a whirlpool, which completely submerged people's thoughts and passions, and the mouth and nose were temporarily unable to breathe.

"Um?"

After this unspeakable mysterious wind swept across the country, Fan Ning felt that everything in the world after awakening had returned to normal, and everything was indescribably different.

Midsummer has arrived, and petals are falling all over the sky. Blue, purple, goose-yellow, and pink petals are flying all over the sky.

Fan Ning stretched out a hand, lifted it up, and pinched the petals that fell to the palm of his hand, as if he was trying to distinguish something.

what?

What's different?

Midsummer has arrived, and the hot wind blows from far away, bending the sea of ​​fox lilies in the distance, and like undulating waves, it rushes to the mountain ridges and high slopes in the wilderness, bringing with it the slightly rising aroma of wine and appetite.

Warmly, he lay down at the feet of Fan Ning and the others in a soft voice.

Maybe I have been observing paintings all along, and now I have finally entered the painting, or in other words, the painting contains myself.

Maybe I have been wandering by the beach all this time, and now I finally walked into the sea, or in other words, the waves swept me.

wrong……

Maybe, just like the dream experiment in the dream control practice, wandering in the astral world without knowing it, finally became able to explore lucid dreams with self-knowledge?

Maybe a little closer...

Fragments of revelation that were once unconnected emerge from creation. It can be said that bridges are built by oneself. One island after another is connected. All closed or ignorant people are often unconsciously infected by this imminent mystery.

He became a thoughtful philosopher.

Vienne flying across the sea, a token of musical notes, the "Prelude" in 876 of the New Calendar... cranial drilling surgery, the ruins of the Grand Palace School, the reentry positioning method... Vincent and Professor Anton in their childhood,

Fragments of sound sequences and mysterious chords, art museum keys and "Endless Fugue" road signs...

Midsummer has arrived, and the air is very hot. Fan Ning closes his eyes and sees the pedestrians walking in Tia City in the distance. His pace begins to speed up and then speeds up. The bright clothes are fading, turning into a gray old time and space scene.

Some were transparent illusions, while others were like hazy undercurrents in the night. The two melted together, passing through his mind like a shuttle, carrying the sound of wind.

"Cranial drilling surgery is exactly what is labeled in the 'path retracement method'?"

"So, where did he live?"

"Mysterious chords, whose unique artistic vocabulary?"

"Prelude, prelude..."

Midsummer has arrived, and Fan Ning felt that he had caught a few important threads in the ball of wool. When he opened his eyes again, the undulating curves of the sea of ​​flowers and the hillside seemed to have changed, and then returned to the original state the next moment.

"...but what I want to confirm is-" An finally spoke again.

In the changed world, her tone was a little difficult: "Mr. Walter's fifth tour concert must be at night, not during the day, right teacher?"

Although, in terms of rigorous probability, it is still possible that this is another feat performed by other people in other places...

But An and Luna took a peek at their teacher and saw him standing leisurely in the rain of flowers, so they felt that there must be no other accidents in this matter.

And what’s more crucial or surprising is——

"Sister, you are older than me. Have you ever seen any summer where the 'Fanghui Poet' woke up during the day?" Luna was still standing in the scorching sun, covering her mouth.

In her mind, this didn't happen at all.

Because achieving the "Awakening Chant" requires musical performance, and music performances with high quality and large-scale spiritual resonance generally occur in evening concerts.

"There are some things that people in previous generations have seen and heard," An said in a thoughtful recollection. "In that era in the middle of the last century, there were famous singers with amazing talents who performed amazing art songs before the finals.

The new work has awakened me. I have absolute confidence in the "Song of Lucter" written by my teacher, but I will not be arrogant enough to think that my voice and piano accompaniment can reach this level..."

"But this time?..."

She also stretched out her hands to hold them, letting the bright red petals fall into her palms.

"This time it's not a concert..." Luna took over her words with a weak tone of confusion.

"You don't even need an umbrella?" A shadow cast over the little girl's face.

"Thank you, teacher." She lowered her head to express her gratitude and took the umbrella handle from Fan Ning's hand.

"That's right! Teacher, you can try it first -" An's eyes lit up, he put down the scroll, took out a small cup from his backpack, and quickly ran down the hillside to the winding creek where the carriage was parked in the lower part of the wilderness.

, leaned down and scooped up a stream of spring water.

More than a minute later, when Fan Ning took the cup from her hand, what he smelled was the fragrant and mellow aroma.

In the southern summer after the Awakening Chant is completed, flowers will rain, wine will flow, and gifts will reach their peak of prosperity.

Next, An walked up to Fan Ning, stood on tiptoes, and put a wreath of fox lilies and primrose vines on his head.

"Teacher, should we go back?" she asked.

"Didn't we just come here?" Fan Ning shook out the smokeless fragrance from the cup and tasted the thirsty and shy drunkenness.

"Ah, but... you should first accept the honor of poet laureate of the year. In previous years, most of the premieres of new works were conducted by the composers themselves, while a few entrusted others to conduct them. Those who achieved the feat will be certified as '

Great', but regardless of the former or the latter, the main honor always goes to the composer...I guess the church, the royal family and the people are looking for you now."

"Sister, something seems wrong?" Luna suddenly realized a problem, "According to the traditional customs of previous years, the Fanghui Temple should choose the location where the annual poet laureate performed the 'Awakening Ode' as the final 'Flower Ceremony'

Celebration venues, how do I feel now that there are loopholes in this customary regulation? It seems that there are some situations that have not been taken into account???"

"..." An was stunned as she listened.

Yes, what's going on this year?

The pink beam of light rises from the direction of the Festival Concert Hall in Tia City, and Mr. Walter, the permanent conductor of the Akobe Symphony Orchestra, is indispensable. This is no problem.

However, my own teacher was standing in the field of fox lilies dozens of miles away, blowing the wind!

"The location where the poet laureate of the year achieves his "Awakening Ode" should be chosen" - is this location the Festival Hall or the Fox Lily Field?

...I swear, the ancestors of the southern country who formulated the customs must have never considered that there would be such a "big-hearted" person.

Miss Nightingale suddenly felt that what happened today was becoming more and more unreal.

How can one go for a ride in another place and listen to the students telling him religious stories when his large-scale new work is being conducted and performed by others?

Although it is not a performance but a rehearsal, you named it "Poetry of Awakening" and don't care at all. What is going on!

What's going on when you just get out of the way immediately after just practicing!?

Why is my teacher so indifferent!

Really like!

!

An looked at the handsome young man's clothes fluttering and his face as if nothing had happened, and she shouted loudly in her heart.

"Teacher, what should we do now?" Luna seemed to have a lot of sighs that she wanted to express, but after thinking about it, she finally asked a pragmatic question again, "I think we should go and see what Mr. Walter's place is now.

Condition……"

"Put up a parasol, spread out the folding chairs, and spread the tablecloth." Fan Ning took another sip of the sweet wine in the stream.

"Ah?" the little girl was confused.

"It's almost dinner time."

“…..”

The two had no choice but to run down the hillside again and instruct the accompanying coachmen and hired workers to bring up what they needed to carry.

Ten minutes later, two medium-sized white parasols blocked an oval-shaped shady area, floral tablecloths were spread out, folding chairs, low stools and tables were in place, and pastries, fruits and cold drinks were served on them.

After finishing all this, An and Luna were about to cut a small plate for the teacher, but found him sitting cross-legged on the recliner and writing something in his music book.

"Teacher?" Luna asked quietly in a low voice.

"He said that the flowers in the field told him the second movement." An reached out to cover his mouth and reminded slightly.

"But, maybe they from Tia City will come here soon. If that happens to be the key point of the teacher's inspiration..." Luna naturally realized that this was something that could not be disturbed.

However, awarding the poet laureate of the year is also extremely important! That is something that Archbishop Mr. Fields and Queen Eleanor need to both arrive at the scene to complete in person, and they do not know how to receive and handle it at all.

"We can only ask them to wait first?" An said, "It doesn't matter, Mr. Walter will definitely come with us."

"Yes!" Luna's eyes lit up, "We are too young and have no experience, he will know how to handle it!"

Walter didn't know what to do.

The situation in the rehearsal hall right now is really hard to describe.

The ground is like a blanket of petals; inside the door are the conductor, musicians and six or seven bewildered listeners; outside the door are the archbishop wearing a crown, the Queen of Tiya City covered in jewels, and the commander of the Special Patrol Office

VIPs, as well as the hospital administrator who was drowned in the crowd in the corridor.

As if there was a secret barrier to separate them, the two groups of people used the door as a boundary and stared at each other for several minutes.

When they first noticed the strange phenomena and wonders, the first people to react and take action must be the hospital with the geographical advantage.

This year's "Awakening Chant" took place in the Festival Concert Hall again, and was created by the United Principality Festival Orchestra. This group of people were very happy - as one of the core cultural and artistic venues in the South, ranked first in the South, and the world

This is certainly not the first time that the troupe ranked seventh has won this honor, but there are many equally competitive venues or groups. For example, the famous singers final at the National Opera House is a big point of competition. They are all the same.

In secret competition.

The first reaction of everyone was to rush from the office area to the symphony hall.

Then when they saw the empty hall, which was completely dark with no lights on, everyone was stunned for a moment, and then quickly reacted.

This is wrong, it’s past ten in the morning, where is the concert!?

If it's not a concert, what is it?

In fact, things are a bit beyond the scope of human understanding at this stage.

Someone in the crowd immediately shouted "Rehearsal Hall".

This reminder sent everyone rushing straight to the first floor. Music Director Senesino kicked open the door of the rehearsal hall No. 1 with both hands and feet.

He probably saw a few vocal chiefs, who might have been doing some training with their subordinates, but they were standing there dumbfounded, looking at him.

What's the situation? This group is not yours?

That's right, your group hasn't performed in the past few days?

The elimination method was easy to do. The group of people immediately circled around and went straight to the medium-sized rehearsal hall No. 1, wanting to see what was going on with the visiting Akobe Symphony Orchestra and conductor Walter.

The place was a bit crowded when there were more people, and when Senesino led his men to push the door open again, the group of people were completely confused.

Why is there sound? Why is it playing?

Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!

!

It doesn’t matter if you realize the “Awakening Chant” during rehearsals, it doesn’t matter if it’s realized by a first-class professional band, but what does it mean if you realize it before the fucking song is even finished???

Basic etiquette: when others are rehearsing or playing music, do not go in and disturb others without permission.

So this group of people took a glance, then closed the door leaving a gap, and stood outside the door to wait.

By waiting, all the people who should come will come.

It lasted about twenty minutes, and the song was not finished yet.

There were more people in the corridor, and it took more than thirty minutes for the performance to finish.

So they discovered that it was not that they "awakened before the music was finished", but to be precise, "they woke up just after the introduction was played."

The cognitive collapse rate is close to 100%.

The first 40 minutes of waiting, the 67th minute of staring with big eyes after the performance.

Archbishop Fields of Fanghui Temple spoke in a difficult tone:

"Well, dear Mr. Scheler, why don't you let others prepare the relevant matters first, and let's find a spacious place to chat?"

As a result, Walter on the conductor's podium was full of doubts when he heard this, and he stared at the faces of the musicians and superiors several times uneasily:

"Is there a possibility that my teacher is not here?"


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