"I don't understand very well, so I'll just post it casually."
In the luxuriously decorated guest lounge of the city concert hall, which was filled with aromatherapy, Lou Adair sank into the soft sofa and was explaining casually to his father.
This is a large three-suite suite, including a reception room, a restaurant, and a piano room. Each room is equipped with a bathroom. You can walk 50 meters away from the door to reach the side passage closest to the stage of the performance hall.
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Count Simon Adair, the general manager of the Tioline Railway Company and an emerging industrial aristocrat, occasionally takes time out from the busy affairs during the trial operation period of the Santa Ramburg subway to listen to some of his favorite singers.
An operetta starring in.
"Carolen Van Ning, ranked fourth with 4880 votes..." Count Adair looked at the playlist passed by Lu, "My dear son, why don't you just bid for the first place's dedication and manuscript?
Could it be that your interest has changed from collecting famous people to investing at the bottom?"
Just when Lu was about to explain aloud, the earl glanced at the list of performers for this string quartet, where it was clearly written, viola: Lou Adair, so he showed an expression of sudden realization.
"Is this the salon premiere you mentioned to me last time?"
"That's right."
"Then why was he ranked fourth?"
"Huh?" Lu's expression was a little stunned.
"Is this song good? Can you hum the opening melody for me?"
"...Father, this is not the kind of market ditty or operetta excerpt..." Lu tried to give an easy-to-understand explanation. "Its artistic value lies in its perfect structure and form, its highly logical motive development method, and its charming harmonies.
The effect... Of course, its melody is also one of the core values. It is a master's handiwork and is extremely beautiful. However, I can't achieve the effect by humming it because it is constructed by the composer using superb counterpoint. It is composed of several different melodies.
polyphony…”
"Understood, let's vote for it now." The Earl waved his hand, "You have already participated in the premiere, why didn't you organize them to vote before..." As he said that, he captured it on the track list again.
New details, "What the hell? This piece has actually been dedicated to the Marquess of MacAdam? The cellist is still their Miss Roy..."
He raised his head and asked Xiang Lu: "Why didn't you win the title? It's strange, why didn't the McAdam family take any action?"
"It was the young composer Mr. Fan Ning who told us before to give music fans some time to think independently. He predicted that most music fans would save the opportunity to vote until the end, and the growth in the last week may exceed all previous... Well, at that time
The dedication was also the result of everyone's discussion. Considering the cooperative relationship between the two families, and out of courtesy and ladylike demeanor, I gave the main beneficiary this time to Miss Roy."
Lu finally added: "Mr. Fan Ning is a member of the Guidance School and is in the same grade as me in school."
Earl Adair smiled happily: "You did a good job. Come with me to the new work exhibition hall first."
The two walked to Fan Ning's booth, followed by four attendants.
"Add a price."
"Your Majesty, the note above was left by Master Lou Adair." The attendant hurriedly reminded him.
"Will anyone increase the price in the future?"
"Ah?...My lord, although the bid for the manuscript is quite high at present, it has not yet reached the deadline. In theory, it is possible at any time."
The attendant thought that the count was a little distracted or didn't understand something, so he explained it in more detail.
How can you stack up and play with this kind of bidding-type thing?
"Do you think doubling it is enough?" Earl Adair asked his son.
"Should...be enough?" Lu said with a 80% certainty tone, "You can go about your business later. If it's not enough, I'll add more myself. I'll call you if there are special circumstances."
"Then let's triple it for the time being." The Earl waved his hand, "Please post it, and the name should be Lu's."
The air was a little quiet for a moment, and these attendants with good etiquette would not scream in surprise, but after a few seconds, they nodded in agreement.
They had a hunch that this booth might not be able to wait until tomorrow, and it might explode later.
Sure enough, an hour after the two left, Lord Pedro came to the door again.
When he saw ten or twenty people gathered in a familiar direction in the distance, he already had an ominous premonition in his heart.
What the hell? It’s obviously concert time and you’re not going to listen, so why are you hanging around here?
There was a bid higher than 600 pounds?…
In fact, this has exceeded his own expectations. His usual investment habits would never accept this risk, no matter how high the returns are. But due to the special nature of this work, he made some psychological adjustments to himself on the way here.
"I can pay up to 750 pounds. I should make a profit. Don't rush it now. I'll pretend to be a passerby and watch. The deadline will be posted at the end."
Lord Pedro repeatedly said sorry and excused himself, and gently opened the shoulders of several people.
Then he saw the number 1800 on the note, and he was so frightened that he almost fainted.
…
Time passes day by day, and after the publication of 1, the three ditties continue to be reproduced by performers everywhere. Fan Ning's inspiration intensity, which has already approached the third level limit, is being further slowly and solidly consolidated.
In recent nights, he used the radiant spirit liquid to activate the "Unfallen Fire" moving signpost, and he wandered in the will of the world as bright as day. The colors of the wasteland were different and fascinating from the light of his first acquaintance. He listened to the testimony.
The Lord's teachings on "candles" and their words cast shadows on the suspended bricks, their colors as vibrant and bright as new dye.
Sometimes he would try to visit the surrounding mountains discreetly, looking at the amber fields under the stars and clouds. From time to time, a certain light would soak into the skin, allowing thoughts and inspirations to be pierced, like glass broken into shining crystals. When he woke up,
The notes in your mind will be tinged with flaming danger and power.
On January 23, the special concert ended and voting entered the final stage.
"Good night, Mr. Fanning."
That night's dream, Qiming Church, everyone fell asleep after practicing daily.
Fan Ning took Sheeran to roam the star realm for hundreds of extra breaths, watching her figure fade from the clouds, then tear open the curtain on the horizon again and fall into the mist-filled church.
There are also some changes in the state of the spirit.
He first stood in front of the marble door, looking at the four-fold line of the "Endless Fugue" symbol. The golden stream of spiral grooves had filled one-third of the second inner ring.
Then he followed the steps behind the podium and climbed up to the organ platform in mid-air. In his previous dreams, he had never thought of being able to climb up here.
He had never mastered the performance skills of this behemoth, but suddenly he had an idea and played Bach's "Prelude and Fugue in C Minor" (BWV847) from the Well-Tempered Volume 1 on the keyboard. The sacred buzzing sound shook the church.
The speed of each part of the prelude changes alternately, and the three-part fugue constitutes a delicate movement, with a retro sadness and desolation.
The left hand maintained the octave, and the fingers of the right hand touched the last bright and quiet C major chord 4 and 6. Fan Ning held this for a slightly longer time, with his fingers staying, supporting himself to get up.
After closing his hand, he picked up the dark ebony baton that was placed on the bandstand. Suddenly, a strange confidence surged in his heart. He closed his eyes and smiled, and his spirit body fell out.
It was another early morning, and the sunlight was dripping on the sleeping blanket, making it warm and soft.
Fan Ning, who was lying on the bed, raised his right arm.
The lines on the baton in his hand glowed with golden light.
The middle-level hidden knowledge about "candle" in my mind is added to it at this moment, which is the name of the baton.???