Hearing Qiong's words, Fan Ning had a strange expression on his face.
He thought for a while and then said: "Whoever really heard it, just wake everyone up and talk about it. How can it be such a coincidence?"
"All right"
After the two little girls said good night to him, they got into the door of the next door.
Fan Ning rushed into the bathroom. After washing up, he put on his nightgown and asked the cleaners to take away his clothes. Then he walked to the window table in the guest room, turned on the gas lamp at hand, and put the notepad, notebook, and pen in his briefcase
Take them out one by one.
The pages above that I have been turning to frequently recently do not contain orchestral scores or piano scores.
They are all single-line bass clefs.
"I am still following the footsteps of those great musicians. If the giant is dead, the hero is dead, or I am about to die, what kind of past should it be that allows the deceased to lie solemnly under the wreaths and bouquets?"
"I don't know the cause or the result, but I can at least describe the process and scene. I will definitely write a tone poem or symphonic poem 'similar to a funeral march' for his funeral, so that the audience can observe the deceased from a higher perspective.
The whole life of the person is reflected in the pure and flawless mirror."
The pen tip was lifted from the ink, and next to the bass clef, three flats were drawn one by one.
"I chose C minor to pay tribute to Beethoven's "Symphony of Destiny."
Then, the pen in Fan Ning's hand flew across the music paper.
"The funeral of a hero here does not take place in a church or a garden. It should not be a place of sorrow and melancholy. It should be on a tragic battlefield or in a sacred place of questioning."
His handwriting is very sloppy, and from time to time he draws rough horizontal lines on the hotel guest opinion sheet next to him, writing some tentative and messy things. The heads of the notes are not rounded, and the stems and tails are long.
The stuck ink lines make it difficult to see the specific rhythm duration, but only reflect the pitch relationship involved with each other.
"I need at least 10, no, 14 double basses for this piece!"
Some fragments of inspiration accumulated while driving during the day were now transformed into chilling and rough double bass motive fragments.
Scrap manuscripts were torn into pieces and floated backwards like snowflakes. What they copied into their music notes after taking shape were a prototype and three deformations of the motive fragments. Their structures were somewhat reduced, and their tonality was somewhat reduced.
There are some changes, but they are all concentrated in the bass range.
They are not the theme of the presentation part of the tone poem, but are materials similar to the introduction part of the "First Symphony", but they have a completely different temperament from the quiet, ethereal, high-pitched and distant "breathing motive", like the cuckoo's call.
First, it's low and fast.
Then it is different from the fast notes in common music. Those notes are often long lines of melody, and in Fan Ning's writing at this time, it is separated by a large number of rests.
Its movement is fractured, and each component is sometimes complete and sometimes broken, swimming and sweeping under the shadow, shining with a sharp black light.
The interspersed combination of extreme stillness and extreme movement finally created the kind of threatening, questioning, overwhelming, and even violent opening artistic conception that Fan Ning had previously envisioned.
It is very dramatic and can penetrate the soul of the audience at the beginning.
"The introduction material of this 'Funeral March' may be called -" Fan Ning's eyes flashed with golden light.
"Examining the motive."
"Even if the introduction is over, the 'questioning motive' should not disappear. Even if the first theme of the future is presented by me, it should continue to wander and sweep in the bass area, forming a stormy polyphonic counterpoint, because it
This is the keynote that runs through the funeral march...Every deceased should be asked this solemn question before being buried, why they were born, how they were born, and what kind of past is worth remembering."
Under the influence of inspiration, the gas lights in the entire room flicker on and off, and the shadows of objects sway. This is a new invisible force derived from the purifying qualities of the "Giant" symphony. It has not yet become a substance, but
The unknown factors hidden in the void seem to have a tendency to break out of the ground and be uprooted again.
As early as the beginning of this year, Fan Ning had been promoted to the middle level, and then the premiere of "Symphony No. 1" brought about a huge change in him. The feeling was different from simply "refreshing the intensity of inspiration" by reproducing the music of his previous life - because
Lacking more advanced mystical knowledge, it is difficult for Fan Ning to describe it accurately. He can only roughly think that it is a change in "spiritual characteristics" or the sublimation of his "artistic personality".
Of course, it also brings about an increase in the intensity of inspiration.
With the accumulation of "Symphony No. 1", Fan Ning predicts that when "Violin Concerto in E Minor" reappears, he may try to peek into a higher realm and master the invisible power of concrete inspiration. At that time, he was facing risks
When the external environment is uncertain, you will be more confident.
"It was born out of the impulse and imagination of a journey to trace its origins. It sprouted at this time and was born in this place. This is history."
Although there were only single lines of bass clef, Fanning solemnly wrote a temporary title at the title: "Funeral March in C Minor."
After marking a few brief harmonic progression symbols under the motive fragment, Fan Ning closed the notation book.
Inspiration is still abundant, but it no longer flows out wantonly, and the lights and shadows in the room become stable.
Feeling a little tired, Fan Ning stood up, leaned forward, opened the golden floral curtain, and pushed open the glass window with ornate embossed frames.
The place he was looking at was the northern suburbs of the small town of Gogol. The location of the hotel made the front view very wide. In the night, he could vaguely see several ancient city walls and the dark shadows of the mountains in the distance, while there were only a few buildings nearby.
There are rural farms, ponds and paths.
Furthermore, it is a section of railway track that is approximately zigzag-shaped, and the node for rail merging and rail change is exactly in the opposite direction.
The scattered and dim gas street lamps ended here. They lay quietly in the dark night, like the dark brown texture patterns on the earth. Although they were abandoned fragments, at least in Fan Ning's field of vision, they could not see where they started and ended.
Suddenly, Fan Ning, who was looking out the window, seemed to have an electric current rushing through his body, and his scalp suddenly became numb.
The night became darker, the breeze suddenly stopped, the windows of the farmhouse blinked, and the aperture of the gas lamp beside the path reflected white mist.
And there seemed to be a pair of eyes staring at me on the railroad tracks!
This was a strange sense of déjà vu. Fan Ning intuitively told Fan Ning that there was no extremely malicious threat on the other side of the night, nor was there any dangerous knowledge that could destroy his cognition. However, his imagination of the matter itself made him move for a moment.
Cold and numb scalp.
Something seemed to be reorganized in the air. Looking again, the night was still ordinary, the breeze was still blowing in the face, the farm windows were soaked in warm orange light, and the dark brown abandoned railway tracks lay on the ground as usual.
There were no glasses, and there was nothing on the tracks.
"Is it because my inspiration was too high just now?" Fan Ning was a little confused.
The light of first acquaintance caused the surrounding summer temperature to flow toward him, penetrate the etheric body, and condense on his clothes and skin. In just one breath, Fan Ning's cold skin became as warm as ever.
There was only the sound of insects in the summer night. After extinguishing the gas lamp, he threw himself sprawled on the soft big bed, kicked the quilt aside, and fell asleep in his pajamas.
It must have been a long time, and when he was in a daze, he suddenly heard a "Woo!——" sound.
Fan Ning suddenly woke up and jumped up from the bed. Almost at the same time, his figure arrived at the window in front of the table.
Above the railroad tracks, the first thing I saw were two beams of white light like searchlights.
Then he discovered that where the light started, there was a shape like a locomotive!
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