Second Movement: The Flowers of the Field Tell Me (6): Jet Difference (2-in-1)
"Oh."
Fan Ning responded casually, just like he had asked casually before.
He continued to move, and continued to stop and carefully read the music scores that interested him, until he reached the "Awakening Chant" that almost spanned a hundred years.
Two or three hours passed before I left the Eleanor Royal Art Archives.
In the streets of Tiya City where the sun is dazzling, Fan Ning carries a guitar on his back and holds a cold drink in his hand, leisurely letting the crowds embrace him and wandering around, like a beach shell lazily floating under the wash of the ocean tide.
Fan Ning felt that the midsummer that came after waking up was a deep lucid dream. The inspiration tentacles here were more sensitive, but the scorching sun could not dispel the heavy fog, and everything was further away from the northern country where he was still more than 20 days ago.
The temperature of the air is very high. The petals, coconut trees, shops, street performers' musical instruments, the figures of citizens singing and dancing, the wine scooped from the river in the cups... everything seems to be expanding and twisting.
Ning's thinking also seemed to be placed in front of countless sets of convex magnifying glasses, large and small.
Then, the score of the "Prelude" that Vienne composed for the "Awakening Chant" in 875 was contained in the briefcase of the gentleman who just followed Norma Gunn.
According to Luo Yin, after the opening day at Turner Art Hall, a group of people from the Special Patrol Hall monitored Houshan, and then He Meng and Gang should have crossed the ocean to the Southern Continent, but Gang was never mentioned in the "Potential Artists"
"She appeared during the investigation, which shows that she is responsible for leading the investigation on another line.
She took away the sheet music of the "Prelude", which must be related to Vasius, the apostles and the secret organization "About the Snake", and maybe also related to Boglelich's plan to contain the wreckage of the "Red Pool", and they may even be
They are not isolated, there are connections.
The span of forty years is neither long nor short.
Theoretically, if you directly inquire about Vienne from the royal family or the church, you can get some information. However, this incident just proves that my concern that "Schele is not suitable to pay special attention to Vienne" is wrong.
of.
It was a very reasonable opportunity to read the sheet music indiscriminately among a bunch of related archives, but now this opportunity is gone. This makes Fan Ning feel a bit absurd, but thinking about it from another angle, only when "
This kind of thing will only happen when there are indeed doubts in "Prelude" itself that attract the attention of the Special Patrol Office.
This is also a piece of information.
The remaining entry points are tokens and old residences.
"Music scores, tokens, old residences, and...the suspected skull drilling surgery in the steps of the path to reconstruct the secret ritual."
Several other people who needed to be talked about appeared in Fan Ning's mind.
The outdoor cafe of the National Opera House that night.
The golden-red grid chandelier above the table rotates slowly, just like the gramophone record next to it, and the melodious but noisy Tarakani opera duet floats in the summer night.
"Vien... I can remember this person." Master Lucter recalled with his cigar between his fingers. "This name was the poet laureate of a certain year. I had contact with him many years ago, but it was only deeper than that.
A simple passerby..."
The two had been chatting for a while, and it was already evening. Even if they didn't care anymore, the fact that Walter won the championship in rehearsing "Poem of Awakening" had also reached the master's ears. The elements and variables in it were indeed too outrageous, which made him dissatisfied with Scheler's performance.
Take it to the next level with confidence.
But apart from saying that this was indeed the case, Scheler did not talk much about it. Instead, he talked about his review of the awakening works over the years in the art archives, and by the way, he discussed some works that were "hard to describe".
The ridicule and criticism, the unique insights and sharp words undoubtedly suited Lucter's taste, so the two naturally chatted about Vienne.
"What impression does the master have of him? What kind of person is he?" Fan Ning was heartbroken when he heard that Lucter had had contact with Vienne.
Sure enough, I had found the right person. A New Moon poet who was seven years old and a strong man who understood the third level of knowledge. He must have seen far more than ordinary people in this country. More importantly, this Lu
Kurt didn't even dare to provoke He Meng. He was a free and easy art master who was purely informal. When the two sides were very speculative, it was very appropriate to ask him some questions.
"What kind of person? This doesn't have much meaning in evaluation." Lucter smiled indifferently, "I was in my twenties and thirties at that time. I had an average reputation, a bad temper, and was so crazy that I was in debt to everyone in the world.
I'm like money. I never participated in the excitement of "Awakening Song". It stands to reason that an artist who has won the laurels has reached the level of "Forging a Lion", but I didn't think highly of it at the time.
There are at least several "Forged Lions". He is at the back, not ranked high, and has neither likes nor dislikes..."
"Why, Mr. Scheler would be interested in a musician who was not as famous as you are now? Judging from your age, you may not have been born even if he passed away..."
"Someone took away his "Prelude", maybe from the Special Inspection Hall." Fan Ning laughed brightly and responded calmly, "It's rare to be interested in 'sweeping' so many works and commenting on them as you like, but suddenly a year's worth of music scores disappeared.
, so it successfully caught my attention.”
"If I have to talk about some remaining impressions..." Lucter slowly exhaled the smoke and thought deeply, "This Vienne is a foreigner from the Northern Continent. His keyboard music skills are actually good, and he has the attainments of a 'blade wielder', but because of that
The church atmosphere in Taoxi Mainland is so strong that most of the audience at his concerts were confused. You have to know that people here are not very interested in late medieval styles, except for their polyphonic improvisation ability in this area.
Besides, his overall composition level is not that strong for you and me. Maybe he can still find an official position in the academy."
For Lucter, this kind of chatting atmosphere is what he enjoys. He prefers to discuss and evaluate the successes and failures of various artists with people who are equally inspired by him. This is rare, and there are too few people who can chat with each other.
"I haven't heard the scene of "Prelude" you mentioned. As the work that helped him win the laurel, it may be regarded as the highlight moment of a 'blade bearer' at the peak of inspiration... Well, I think of something more.
There are many details, and what is certain is that it is an orchestral piece rather than a keyboard piece, and it was performed by a small band, a small band from out of town, and... some voices in the music critics at that time said that its sound effects were too radical and advanced.
But he also said that since there is a 'Fanghui Poet' invisibly doing the checking and evaluation, its quality should still be guaranteed..."
Orchestral genre, radical and advanced, but of high quality?... Fan Ning chewed on these key information.
To be honest, I can't say there's anything wrong with it.
Perhaps it sounded a little different from the artistic style of Vienne that he had investigated and learned about when he was visiting the Art Museum.
"After the Song of Awakening ended, there were no commendable deeds. In the following years, I bumped into him in the villa area of Fox Lily Field, but overall it became less and less. In the end, he should have returned to China."
Lucter put out the cigarette butt in his hand.
"So, he has lived in the Fox Lily Field?" Fan Ning was shocked.
It seems that today's inquiry during the day has not yielded anything, and it is really because of the latter two situations: the room is not vacant yet, and it is not within the scope of my inquiry; or there have been many residents over the years, and the church personnel's information is incomplete.
"Of course there is. This is one of the gifts of the church. You and I are equally qualified to enjoy it," Lucter said.
Fan Ning nodded slightly, but soon, something strange appeared in his mind about a certain detail:
"several years?"
"Maybe two or three years, maybe four or five years?" Lucter added nonchalantly, "It should have been quite a while, but until he left the Southern Continent, he didn't have any dealings with him."
Fan Ning was secretly confused for a few seconds, then nodded calmly:
"Oh, I have seen inventory or yearbooks in some folk magazines and newspapers, and it is recorded in them that the return time of this Vienne was the following spring, which was the year 876 of the New Calendar."
"You have a good memory for reading literature, and I have a good memory for traveling." Luctron smiled loudly, "Such folk magazines are accustomed to boasting as 'the most comprehensive in history'. When writing articles, they rely on hearsay without any evidence.
It is common for false information to be pieced together, and inaccurate data or inaccurate evaluations are common."
Fan Ning's knife and fork for cutting red bean and rice cakes stopped in mid-air.
What’s going on with this time difference!?
He knew clearly that, not to mention a profound person like Lucter, at his high level, spirituality had already reached the top of the human pyramid in terms of knowledge and knowledge. He didn't pay much attention to things that had gone too long without paying much attention to them.
Some details may have been forgotten, but as long as they are remembered or can be dug out through the subconscious, there is no doubt about their accuracy.
If there is no external interference, "mistake" is much less likely to happen than "forgetting".
Moreover, after Veen returned to China in 876 of the New Calendar, the time points of the files that Ufranser investigated by himself can also be connected.
When Master Lucte said "maybe two or three years, maybe four or five years", who was the person he saw in the field of fox lilies?
After a while, he regained his normal demeanor.
At the end of the chat that lasted for several hours, Lucter stood up and looked at the night view of the city with bright lanterns: "On this pleasant night, Mr. Scheler probably still needs to prepare the final repertoire for his students, so there is no time to kill."
, haha... I am very much looking forward to how those adapted poems will be presented, but I would like to remind you that the intensity of the confrontation in the final stage is often comparable to a tug-of-war. It is said that Miss Cuckoo’s teacher Senesino
, I have poured a lot of inspiration into this. In front of more than fifty judges and a massive audience, my choice will not be affected by too many preferences..."
Fan Ning's expression did not reflect too much concentration on this matter. He felt that he had many questions, but he didn't know how to raise them. Finally, he asked:
"May I ask Master Lucter, what is the meaning of 'Awakening Chant'?"
Lucter looked at him in surprise:
"Back then, the legendary pianist 'Li' achieved the feat of awakening for three consecutive years. Compared to your introduction, which was only rehearsed for a few minutes, his skill is probably three points weaker."
"At least in the history of nearly half a century, no one understands the 'Awakening Chant' better than you, and no one has a deeper interpretation of 'Love is a Question' than you."
Fan Ning is still asking questions one after another:
"Why do we often get lost during our journey to the South?"
"Where do the berries of the blessing emblem come from? Where do the rain of flowers that fill the sky come from? Where does the wine that flows in the rivers come from?"
"Does 'summer has arrived' have a deep metaphorical meaning?"
Lucter took a deep breath from the cigar and exhaled the pale red smoke that smelled of unfaded nectar:
"The sensory stimulation brought by hallucinations is more intense, sometimes enough to erode the laws of the real world."
Fan Ning had heard this sentence, which was the classic original text in "Fang Hui Shu Lun", and he frowned and thought about it carefully.
"Midsummer is the time when illusions are everywhere, midsummer is the time of deep affection, and midsummer is the time when answers are approaching." A strong gust of wind blew across the outdoor coffee table, and Lucert descended into the chariot, and his figure began to dissolve into a piece.
A rolled up sharp leaf.
"It's just 'close', not 'obtained'?" Fan Ning's voice raised a few points in response to the last question.
But those leaves had blown away into the night sky, leaving only a half-smoked cigarette on the ground.
After the first conversation was over and he was stamped out with his shoe, Fan Ning stood there in trance for a while.
But there were really too important things and too tight arrangements at the moment, and he had no time to delay it any longer.
That night, after completing the detailed revision of the first movement and the finishing work of the second movement, he fell into a dream at Qiming Church.
After playing the "Sicilian Dance" on the concrete piano on the auditorium, he followed a unique response in spirituality and established a mysterious connection with one of the candlesticks.
When he saw the purple candle flame whose outer flame was completely stained with blood red, Fan Ning suddenly shrank a bit.
From the conception in the middle of the journey to the dismantling of the hidden knowledge at the "Giant" symphony concert, the creation and refinement of "Poem of Awakening" has been very fast, but it is obvious that things are always in dangerous and rapid progress.
In the process.
He didn't even hear Qiong calling him, either because he was too busy dismantling the contamination to be distracted, or because his current state was not enough to completely avoid the tracking and positioning of "Miss Crimson'er".
Hundreds of Doomsday Skins floated to the side of the candlestick and rotated one after another. When the first one was lit in the candlelight, Fan Ning, who was sitting in front of the organ band high at the back of the church, had already stretched out his right hand and brushed the
The octave played the theme of "Sorrowful Revelation".
As the abbreviated orchestral score of "Poem of Awakening" proceeds, the bloody halo of the candlelight begins to flicker and fade rapidly.
Its vocal texture structure is extremely complex, and only Fan Ning, with his incredible commanding skills, could complete its reduction with just one organ. Even so, some minor progressions or special orchestration timbres were lost.
However, the performance is only an auxiliary at this time. For someone with top-level inner hearing like Qiong, her construction of the buffering heights of hidden awareness mostly relies on musical notation.
I don't know when, a small figure wearing a purple gauze skirt has been sitting at the front of the podium under the organ, with his hands on the ground and his legs crossed, but his eyes are still closed.
At the end, Fan Ning used the foot pedal to hit the timpani rolls and triplets. His right hand played the stormy ascending scales of the string section and wind section on the lower keyboard, while his left hand played at a more intense speed on the upper keyboard.
The keyboard plays the harp part, forming an airtight counterpoint texture. Finally, the Qiming Church ends the "Poem of Awakening" with a strong F sound that spans six octaves.
The ceremony platform below and the organ platform above turned around and stood up, their eyes looking at each other.