Sheeran felt that Fan Ning must be suffering from a serious depression.
Melancholy is like the recent continuous drizzle from Metraun to Eagles, which lasts for more than 20 hours a day. It was not common in the north of Tioline during this season.
He always overthinks things around him and gets into local details.
For example, ask the tavern waiter about the origin of the petals used for several spices on the dinner plate; talk to bricklayers and vendors about their childhood and ancestors; sing acapella to the girls in the market town; discuss the chapel in detail
The origin of an ancient wall clock in the room was revealed until the embarrassed priests changed the subject.
When he was dealing with people, he also had a smile on his face, but it was not because of a "pleasurable experience", but with a bit of unexplainable melancholy, as if "May you have a good life in this world"
The same subtext as "Happiness".
During a break from the rain, when they were walking on the shore, the two of them each took a small can of hot coffee and stopped for a nap. Fan Ning's casual remark, "Facing the sea, the spring flowers are blooming," also puzzled Sheeran.
This is obviously a lake.
Although spring has arrived, the weather is not warm at all and there are no flowers to see.
Oh, and also, he always takes a normal daily conversation and overextends it with too many unnecessary meanings.
Yesterday, the two of them played badminton in a courtyard-style hotel in a small town. During the break, he could have directly expressed something like "the experience of exercise is great", but he said with emotion that "the presence of heartbeat and sweat is very nostalgic."
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When asked if the symphony he was composing would have a chorus and a title, he could have answered directly, "I plan to write it as untitled, purely instrumental music," but he had to say gloomily, "My youth has passed, and it has been a long time."
There will be no more time."
Before and after finishing the first movement "Funeral March", he was still repeatedly emphasizing his determination, "This work must end with a great victory."
As a result, in the blink of an eye, he gave the instruction "as fierce as a storm and more intense" at the beginning of the second movement. The bass string instruments screamed in pain, and the brass and percussion responded with crazy and angry gestures. All emotions were
The conflict is presented in a darker and more terrifying form, and the traditional mode and counterpoint order are repeatedly pushed to the brink of collapse.
This purely instrumental, de-titled work is undoubtedly a landmark piece of music. However, he is very conceited about the possibility of ascending to the position of "Crescent Moon" in the future, and his understanding of the pessimism in his personality.
That's how profound it is.
But then again, it can be considered "lucky enough".
After all, based on a broad comparison of the known contact samples of abnormal areas, it can be seen that there are not many people like him who can be regarded as "normal people" after they come out.
"hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm——hmm——"
On the stage, the "Fantasy Impromptu in C-sharp minor" played by the little girl with pigtails came to an end. Accompanied by the piano's fast and cool ostinato, the bass area slowed down to double the speed to reproduce the central lyrical theme.
In the audience, Sheeran's eyes fell on Fan Ning next to him, watching him slightly shaking his head happily and humming the lyrical theme softly along with the performer.
She pulled away from her complicated thoughts and took the lead in applauding.
The Turner Art Gallery in this small town is adjacent to the city hall. It was funded partly by local squires and partly by donations from the church. The simply decorated small performance room has a Sunday atmosphere and has good lighting and coolness even on rainy days.
The wind gently blew through the clean, patched curtains, bringing in the smell of newly turned soil and wild grapes.
Two sets of quiet arpeggios sounded, and the warm sound filled the room, as if the dream had ended and returned to reality.
The little girl with pigtails raised her wrists, stood up, and bowed. Although her demeanor was still a bit immature, she already conveyed a confident demeanor.
The little town lunch concert, which lasted for more than an hour and was held by five or six teenagers playing piano, came to an end.
After several warm cheers, the residents began to leave one after another.
Venue management in small towns is not as strict as in big cities. Before the audience has completely left the venue, the staff came on stage to continue their "emergency construction."
Posters and display boards with a unified design style and keywords such as "resurrection", "return concert", and "world radio" have been erected. According to the notice from the headquarters, they have to complete it before April 17
The installation, commissioning and site renovation of this batch of special equipment.
Some key equipment has been shipped today, and engineers providing technical guidance have also arrived at the site.
It is indeed a very special construction. The engineer is still lying on the wooden floor, using a quill dipped in a special light golden pigment to trace several irregular fold lines across the stage.
Fan Ning still leaned on his seat amidst the clanging noises and shouting orders.
Xilan thought he was just checking on the construction progress when he got here, without any prompting or reminder.
"In this era, what will a lower-class ordinary person who loves art deeply but does nothing in the end get in the end?"
In the second row, a young man's voice came from the seats spaced apart by a certain distance.
There was also an audience member who did not leave immediately after watching the performance.
Xilan was stunned for a moment. The sentence was spoken at a moderate speed and clearly. From a semantic point of view, he could hear it very clearly from the beginning. However, after turning his head and looking at it for a few seconds, he confirmed that the other party was indeed talking to the two of them.
Asking questions.
What will an ordinary person who loves love get?
This question is of great value for discussion, but if you ask us at this point, it is easy for him to be infected with "melancholy". Xilan sighed helplessly to himself.
The audience member who asked the question was a young man with slightly curly short hair and fine fuzz at the corners of his mouth, indicating that he might have just reached adulthood.
He was dressed in an old, clean but straight formal suit, with a bow tie, a top hat and a cane leaning beside him. There was still envy and reverie about the things on the stage in his eyes.
Among the many audiences at the small town art gallery, the young man seemed a bit special, and vice versa. Perhaps in his eyes, the etiquette, dress and temperament of the two handsome men and beauties sitting in the first row were more extraordinary.
At first glance, it looks like an artistic family who went to the countryside for vacation from a big city to experience life.
"You can't get anything." Fan Ning replied.
"Why?" The young man straightened up and asked immediately.
The question I just asked may be more of an emotional release of confusion and lamentation, but the other party's response was a straightforward and negative sentence without any explanation, which really made people unwilling to pursue it to find out what happened.
"Because the way you ask the question has already determined the answer."
Sure enough, Fan Ning, who remained sitting quietly, hugged his knees with his hands and laughed lightly.
"If you are really what you say, then you may not care that much about the things that other people generally care about, and what you really care about is too high. Whether it is appreciation or output, many testimonies in art are not in people's lives.
It will be reflected in time.”
He is worthy of being a nobleman from a high-ranking artistic family from a big city.
The argument is so profound and abstract that people barely understand it, but they have to accept his black conclusion.
“It’s depressing and lame.”
The young man was silent for a moment, feeling that his mood was getting darker inch by inch.
"It's my fault for complaining so much. If Mr. Carolyn Van Ning were here, he would have a better point of view."