connections.
But in the bustling crowd, he felt lonely from time to time.
This feeling has existed since he performed the "Gothenburg Variations" alone on the stage. Now, he feels that loneliness still exists in the gaps between conversations, in the crowded corridors and the empty tall halls of churches.
In contrast to the vault, there are dancing candles on the altar and silent flowers.
It's not a negative feeling, and to some extent, I actually enjoy it.
It’s just that the source and cause of this loneliness are worth savoring.
When Bassani was dying, was he lonely? After passing away, was he nothing? Fan Ning had a hard time answering.
There is still some time before the burial. According to the condolence agenda and the poet's last wishes, the church will arrange a choir, band or organ to perform. First, there will be art songs composed by several musicians based on Bassani's poems, and then
"Requiem in A minor" by Tarakani, the master of orthodoxy.
There is nothing that requires continued investment of energy, just listen and feel quietly.
The church was brightly lit at night, and Fan Ning temporarily withdrew from social interaction and looked up at the vault again, when a big hand patted his shoulder.
"President." Fan Ning turned around and saw the person clearly.
"In the later stages of the performance, your spiritual state changed." Viadlin walked around Fanning, "It is indeed hard to imagine that you can achieve such a creative harvest in less than a year. Last winter
I heard the news that you have been promoted to the middle level. If my feeling is correct, you may now start to visit the 'Basin Area' cautiously and directly experience the inspiration that Huita has given you."
"You haven't started teaching me the piano yet."
"You can come to St. Taranburg to teach me regularly in the future... But now, the tense stage is over, it is rare to have free time, and it is rare to be surprised. Why not talk to Miss Roy from the McAdam family?"
"This is the first time I've seen this kind of vault mural under night light," Fanning said.
"Go up and take a look?" Viadlin pointed in the direction of the high lighting pavilion.
"OK."
The two of them climbed the spiral staircase on the side, gradually getting away from the whispers of the crowd below. Then they came to the upper corridor and stepped on the semi-hidden steps.
Viadrin asked: "Are you wondering about the 'Boethius Artists' or the discussion group? Or some secrets about the Knower?"
Fan Ning honestly said: "I learned some secret information from Miss Roy last night, but the most puzzling thing at the moment is the name and keyword of 'ge' that I heard mentioned many times by others later."
"Characteristics of artistic personality? Objective artistic attainments? Or is it a comprehensive evaluation mechanism for artists' creative achievements subjectively concocted by the discussion group?"
He asked the legendary pianist: "...what exactly is 'grid'?"
Viadrin was silent for half a minute, and then brought up a seemingly unrelated topic that Fan Ning never even dreamed he would bring up.
"Caron, do you know anything about the Abnormal Zone?"
Chapter completed!