Fan Ning stood at the entrance of the cave, a layer of sweat suddenly broke out on his back.
There was clear water in the stone pit beside him. He saw Qiong's reflection leaning against the stone wall, her feet stepping into the ripples covered with fallen leaves, and her aqua skirt fluttering in the wind.
The cold wind convected out from inside the cave, and the next moment it hit my body, my skin felt cool.
"Oh, that so-called document"
The fragmented memory blocks were divided between sleep and sleep. After opening up a certain node, Fan Ning's thoughts finally became clearer, and his explanation gradually became smoother.
"Among the relatively uncommon nearly 100 editions of the folk poetry collection "The Devil's Horn of Youth", two or three editions include an unpopular long narrative poem called "Song of the Shell Species". In 782 of the New Calendar, there was one
Arnal Vidir, a scholar of Janus, gave a lecture on the origin of human evolution at the San Porto Academy of Sciences based on a poem, and he was executed without trial early the next morning."
"The compilers claim that the original text of "Song of the Shell Species" is Noa, that is, the language from the late 2nd to early 3rd history, before the Turungarian dynasty appeared. The pronunciation of Noa is completely
About 60% of the lost words and words are ambiguous and lack textual research, and the text of "The Song of Shell Species" is relatively concentrated in this difficult-to-understand range, which makes the things they "freely translate" come out to be different.
There is too much subjectivity involved, and in order to 'finish' each line of the poem smoothly, a method of copying the rhymes of the target language is used."
"The main idea of several stanzas of the long poem is: In the ancient times of the second history, giant dragons and shell species existed in the world, and human beings were in a humble status, living in the darkness, eating and drinking on their knees; shell species were non-human-like intelligent creatures, and were usually regarded as
It is believed that it is insect-like, has wings, masters mysticism, and is familiar with human habits and culture; the shell species worships a kind of witness lord whose origin is unknown and completely different from today, such as 'Moon of Noon' and 'Wolf Words'
,'Contemplation of Death','Flow' and 'Halo'"
"Moon of Noon?" Qiong strangely repeated this strange name of God.
"Hmm? Is there any problem?"
"Maybe it's worth paying attention to. It's okay. What's next for the long poem?"
Fan Ning recalled: "Now the shell species are gone, extinct like the dodo and the dragon, and only humans are left. But the shell species never disappeared, but 'existed within'."
"What is a dodo?" Joan frowned in confusion and interrupted the question.
"A species that has long been extinct on the island of Mauritius," Fan Ning blurted out, but stopped abruptly.
Why is there a dodo in the poem?
Where did the dodo come from?
Where is the long poem "The Devil's Horn of Youth" collected?
"An extinct bird." It seemed that she just thought she had never heard of this place name. "What does 'existence within' mean?"
"The translation of one of the compilers." Fan Ning said, "There are also versions that say 'The shell species never disappeared, but became a kind of symbol, a reflection', and there are also versions that say 'some in-depth'
The earth, some go to the stars'."
"Do you think pouring red wine in the dusk is romantic?" the girl suddenly asked.
"From a literary point of view, it is a common and conventional image." Fan Ning thought carefully and answered.
"It's even better to talk about history in an unknown time and space, because 'the secret history is intricate and is the more fragrant and fragrant aged red wine.'" On the reflection of the water-filled stone pit, the purple electric arc in Qiong's hand slowly moved
disappear.
"Agree." Fan Ning said.
He kept rubbing his eyes.
"Whether I tie you up or not, I will still try to take you out," Qiong said.
"You are the captain, you make the decision." Fan Ning smiled, his expression finally relaxed, "Due to the comparison of strength, the captain has been officially handed over."
"What's next, are there any more poems?" The girl lowered her eyes.
"No more." Fan Ning shook his head, "But there is a short annotation next, which is also translated from the original text."
"The author mentioned that he knew the secret rituals of the Anonymous Gods performed by several shell species. He claimed that humans in the second history used this method to confuse their judgments to avoid unreasonable disasters. But these secret rituals are now
They were basically eliminated. At least in the past two thousand years, most of them had no effect, so he decided not to waste his inspiration on narration."
Joan nodded and took out several candles from the package at her feet.
"Help me light it."
The particles of wax are disintegrating and flying, and the volume of the candle is being shaved smaller, but even more unconventional, becoming a "twin" shape of two cylinders.
The next moment the candle wick lit up with a bang.
"What kind of ritual is this?" Fan Ning asked after complying.
"I don't know either." The girl leaned over and lined up the candles at the entrance of the cave. "However, it can be regarded as a kind of tribute to the lost god of 'watching death' and 'flow'. Maybe tonight the shell species will be
Confused, maybe we won’t be bothered anymore.”
After it got dark, Fan Ning sat on a step-like place in the cave and spread out his "Symphony No. 4 in G Major" manuscript paper as usual.
Joan stood aside, sometimes using the flute to try to play various parts that interested her and were newly created in Fan Ning's writing.
At a certain moment, Fan Ning suddenly put down the pen with a bang.
"Are you feeling a little irritable while writing?" Joan asked.
"If I say that I have been to B-105 and the lighthouse, and met Mr. F, would you believe it?" Fan Ning raised his head.
Qiong looked at him a few times and was silent for a few seconds:
"You just decided to tell me now?"
She seemed to be dissatisfied with the fact that she "clearly said key information but delayed it until now."
"Yes, it was just now that I woke up, relatively sobered up, because of what I was seeing in front of me, but you didn't at all. You seemed to have never done it once." Fan Ning's fingertips traced the symphony score.
"The chaotic time and space process has been superimposed many times. Most of the time, you did not appear. Sometimes, the team members basically ended up going crazy and died. I basically failed to find the lighthouse. Only once, I found it.
But Mr. F caught up with me. This man did control the situation to some extent. Fortunately, my father also had a back-up plan and tricked him, and then time and space became a dead end again."
Fan Ning explained, giving an overview and some details that he could remember clearly. Of course, he still used a lot of uncertain adverbs like "like" and "estimated".
Qiong's eyes were filled with light, and her fingers were twirling in her hair:
"How can we prove that you are not a tainted fraud or a conjecture? For example, do you know how to get to B-105?"
"Wait." Fan Ning unscrewed the pen cap again.
He continued to compose because he felt that he was relatively sober when doing this work. He first completed the notes of the first three movements that already existed in his memory to strengthen the impression of self-recording, and then continued to conceive of the writing method of the final movement.
"In more than an hour, you will see things that are difficult for you to understand."