Time passed, and after the "agent" Spencer Cecil was killed, everything was peaceful, at least in Fan Ning's field of vision, for the time being.
Fan Ning and Roy's attitude towards each other did not change during the several dreams in Qiming Church.
He took the initiative to ask Roy about the situation. She said that the school was trying its best to restore the damaged sanity of some students, and that after the incident, "there were many voices of dissent in the school." However, he did not elaborate on who had the objections and what they were about.
objection.
The two parties made some concessions to each other, but they failed to reach an agreement in the end. The reason for the difficulty in reconciling the conflict was not due to personal relationships - this was a tacit consensus between the two of them. There was no questioning, no testing, and no unnecessary explanations or confirmations.
And Fan Ning felt even more grateful to her in her heart. She and Lu had been doing their best to help her select performers. Although not many students had expressed their intentions, it was still an energy-consuming thing, especially when selecting performers.
to fill out the lead roles for those vacancies.
Late at night in early March, Professor Anton’s small villa, Sheeran’s room.
"Close your eyes and imagine your spirit passing through the shadow in front of you, just like your body passing through a door."
The cold white radiant spirit liquid has a lonely and biting aura, and the "wild" witness symbol of hexagonal snowflakes is suspended in the air, and the coordinate arc of the outer circle of the moving road sign is rotating rapidly.
The small bottle of secret sleep aid slowly moved past Sheeran's cheek. Fan Ning's inspiration slightly extracted the surrounding temperature, allowing the appropriate amount of liquid to evaporate faster, then restored it and closed the lid.
The girl's sleeping face is very peaceful.
He turned off the light, closed the door, and returned to his guest room. On the table, the light of the gas lamp reflected the stacked manuscripts. The handwriting on the first few pages of the symphony score was neat and strong, but gradually there were erasures, more erasures, and
Breaks and voice gaps.
Fan Ning's eyes were a little distracted.
"Every step is a difficult trek..."
"People always think that composers have the special ability to witness divine revelations - after inspiration comes, musical ideas flow out, and a successful work is born. But in fact..."
"Perhaps in the early days of Authenticism, there were one or two geniuses similar to Mozart in the previous life, but for most composers, the birth of large-scale works is full of obstacles and twists and turns..."
This is not a matter of writing a few melodies and matching them with accompaniment.
From life experience to divine revelation, from a moment of inspiration to motivational structure, from melody and harmony to musical form development, there may be a gap that cannot be crossed at every connection.
Even if Fan Ning has developed a clearer conception of each movement, it does not mean that he has solved all the problems.
It is nearly an hour long, with more than 20 parts running at the same time, intricate processing, harmonic connection, orchestration selection, structural layout, how to transform the emotions in the mind into musical language and logic from the perspective of the audience...
Artistic creation sounds imaginative and unconstrained, but in fact it is a dance of inspiration that is shackles of technique.
"There is only one month left before submitting the work..." Fan Ning took a deep breath, pulled away from his tired and messy thoughts, and opened the bedroom window.
The temperature has begun to rise, but the wind in the night is still cold.
He made a decision.
…
In the dream, Sheeran's spirit followed the subconscious instructions of the road signs, passed through some discontinuous and fuzzy barriers deep in the star world, and got a glimpse of the will beneath the surface of the world. She stared at the black lights high up, the souls of the dead.
Reflected like ink, falling from the depths of the void background, the silence of some supreme beings is better than words, the wandering concepts are sealed, and the surrounding scenery is as clean as fresh snow.
Occasionally, she dreamed of the Hui Pagoda, which towered into the sky and was extremely pale. In those scenes, her cheeks could be pressed against every inch of skin and mirror in the empty space, and the cold air erupted from under the glow and penetrated into it.
I dreamed of my own skull and blood, and when I woke up in the morning, the doors and windows of my room were still trembling from the cold.
The taxi drove to Woodpecker Consulting Office.
"Sheeran, congratulations."
"Caron, it's rare to see you smiling so happily. Do you particularly expect me to be promoted to a knowledgeable person?" The girl sitting opposite her voice still sounded weak, but her eyes seemed to be calmer.
Courageous temperament.
"Are you unhappy yourself?" Fan Ning asked, "After the attack, when we came out of the police station, you just refused to go to school. You kept asking me questions, and you almost had your face on me."
"I thought you had been shot at first." Sheeran explained seriously. "Although there was a near miss, after I understand that such scenes may become normal, so I thought that if you can do it in the shortest possible time,
It’ll be great if I can help you later.”
"Can't you do it now? By the way, do you feel any different now? What is the light of first acquaintance?"
Fan Ning was also quite curious at the moment.
According to the "Translation of the Collection of Seven Lights", after a knowledgeable person studies the "Huang" aspect, his personality may become more calm or steady, his memory will be greatly enhanced, he will be better at delving into secret history, and he will be silent about the things that have passed away.
Objects, stagnant objects and spirits of the dead have strange perceptions. In some cases, some people are good at hiding, and others have gained the ability to control ice.
"I'm...not sure yet, but maybe I can try it now."
The little girl took off her hairpin, letting her long brown hair fall down naturally.
Reach out, let go, and the hairpin falls to the ground.
It can be clearly found that the time it takes for it to land is nearly twice as long as usual.
"Caron, look at me and think of something."
Fan Ning did as he was told. His eyes fell on the girl's fair face, and then he mentally compared the two orchestration options he was struggling with in a certain paragraph.
In an instant, he felt some kind of indescribable sluggishness in his thinking. The thoughts were still clear, but the sentences carrying the thoughts encountered difficult resistance when they were laid out. This made six or seven seconds pass.
He has not yet finished enumerating the types and quantities of each arrangement for one of the plans.
He called up his spiritual sense and felt the silent and calm color of "desolation" in the carriage. After consciously cutting off the influence on himself, his thoughts smoothly unfolded. After another three seconds, he finally completed a complete experience in his heart.
Two sets of plans.
"I can make something fall into a state of solemnity and slowness." Sheeran explained, "It can be a concrete existence or an abstract process, but the premise is that it is not far away from me and the slowness is slow.
Limited by various factors... If I want to influence living beings, I must find an opportunity to establish an inspirational connection with them. For example, the most common one is to let them notice me."
"Currently, the stronger the level of attention, the greater the connection with inspiration, and the more effective the influence can be... Speaking of which, what were you thinking about just now?"
"My symphony." Fan Ning touched his nose and told the truth.
More than an hour later, a new membership contract of the Guiding School was signed with the name of Sheeran Conor, and the person in charge of administration immediately submitted the application to the Special Patrol Office.
During this period of time, she helped Fan Ning with various auxiliary tasks, and she has become familiar with many people here. Coupled with Fan Ning's early ventilation, and the relationship between the president and Professor Anton's family, everyone has a strong respect for this weak and polite person.
The calm little girl has already accumulated enough goodwill.
The two members present welcomed Sheeran's joining and were surprised at her promotion age, which was a full five years earlier than Fanning.
On the premise that the personnel are suitable and reliable, full strength means full combat effectiveness, which is a point worth being sincerely happy about.
After a while, several staff members cleaned up the prototype of another office that had been abandoned for a while.
Sheeran has been saying that there is no need to bother, there is no need to make extra space, just squeeze in 209, but the clerical staff in charge of logistics insist on implementing the office standards of members.
"Caron, I'm going to come to your room to visit you, is that okay?"
The two looked at the neat but empty office. Sheeran turned his head and asked Fan Ning.
"Of course there's no problem." Fan Ning smiled and nodded, then after thinking for dozens of seconds, he said, "Sheeran, let me tell you something."