In the exquisitely decorated small room, Fan Ning opened his eyes.
The skin everywhere on the body is intact, but the pain from being cut by the knife still remains. The five senses have become sharper, but what I feel is not real.
The remaining sense of disobedience overflows from the spirituality, with sharp table edges, angry corners, passionate windows, ferocious oak strips, and aggressive lighting. The secrets of "Jin" are interspersed among them, and manifested in various forms.
His mind was a little stiff and it was difficult to think about something in a roundabout way. Fan Ning first prepared to stand up with his arms on the armrests of the recliner, but as soon as he exerted force, the pain suddenly increased and he sat back down.
With a "bang" sound, the impact of the body's fall caused the carbonized lamp in the corner of the ceiling to shatter, and the fragments fell to the ground, piercing into the solid wooden floor.
He raised his arms and found two wounds, one deep and one shallow, near the elbow on each side.
It was cut open by the sharp edge of the wooden handrail, and bright red blood seeped out from it.
When the sense of danger dissipated from the space here inch by inch, he noticed with a soft feeling the home-style picture frame and canvas in front of him, as well as the knife gap.
Memories from the dream popped out of his mind one after another, and Fan Ning finally began to breathe heavily.
Without enough time to fully appreciate the fear caused by Pogorelic's invisible power, he put his hand on the top of his head, and then uncontrollably repeated half of an incomplete sentence in his heart like a repeater cassette:
This shabby hat is too bad. This shabby hat is too bad.
Surprisingly, even Pogorelic didn’t notice anything strange!
I don't know if this has anything to do with Mr. F, but if this hat hadn't been reliable enough, I wouldn't have been able to survive even if I had a hundred lives today.
Fan Ning tightened his top hat tightly, then stood up and hesitated for a few seconds by the door.
I wonder if He Meng is gone?
He should be able to leave on his own, but Fan Ning was always worried about bumping into him.
Don't let another accident happen. Fan Ning pricked up his ears to hear what was going on outside the corridor, but he didn't know whether it was because the sound insulation in the room was too good, or because He Meng had left or was staying on business, so he didn't hear anything.
Although it was still early, Fan Ning did not want to stay in this place for a second. He became increasingly uncomfortable and adjusted his breathing rhythm, slowly opened the door and walked towards the hall.
The place was still filled with smoke. There were more than four people there, and there were several more onlookers. Each of them probably had a rank close to Fan Ning's.
Gentlemen with pipes in their mouths shuffled the cards, some played with the chips, and some poked their forks into the jelly bean bowls and put pieces of mint cake into their mouths.
"Vasius, every time I see you come to Santa Ramburg, you have a bad face." Another gentleman with a loud voice handed Fan Ning a paper cup full of hand-ground coffee, "Sit down and play.
A handful?"
"I wish I had the leisure to open the door."
Fan Ning naturally didn't know Vasius's acquaintance. He took the paper cup, maintained his usual bitter melon expression, and uttered a few words coldly.
The man opposite curled his lips, took out his keychain, and unscrewed the opening and closing valves of the swing-type explosion-proof door one by one. After a long series of high-pitched chirps of water vapor, the cast iron door slowly opened.
Fan Ning took a sip of the hot and sweet coffee and walked out of the door slowly.
After walking through the corridor, going downstairs, and walking out of the lobby, Fan Ning finally let out a sigh of relief when he completely left the gray twin buildings and returned to the crowded streets.
He stopped a taxi and ordered it to go to the station. A few seconds after boarding, the cup of coffee placed at the foot of the bench was quickly picked up. The rickety middle-aged homeless man took a sip and then
It was handed into the hands of the dirty little girl next to her. She drank it down and then opened her mouth to catch the juice thrown out.
The sound of rushing water rang out from the public restroom at the station. Fan Ning, who had returned to her true self, opened the wooden door and joined the crowd.
Today's own incident gave Fan Ning a lot of secret knowledge, but he definitely doesn't want to do it again.
Although the top hat perfectly concealed the characteristics of the spirit body, if it were not for the things that Vasius was investigating recently, Fan Ning would have just gone over them himself and had some substantive thoughts.
As long as I show ignorance in one place, I will be stuck here today.
What exactly is "ge"? Does it refer to a person's artistic achievements?
Pogorelic's words seem to reflect the extreme importance of people with a high level of "character."
On the way back to the hotel, Fan Ning continued to think about the key words in the conversation with the senior officials of the Special Patrol Office: groom, sower, blade bearer, forged lion, and new moon.
Obtaining the nomination or official title of "Boethius Artist" seems to correspond to certain keywords. For example, the nomination seems to require an artist to have a "character" of "forging a lion".
The street was noisy and the carriage bumped. Fan Ning, with his eyes closed, seemed to suddenly connect with something.
The strange relief the three of them saw not long ago at one of the ruins of the Grand Palace School!
The main content of the relief is "a man wearing a crown and a cloak slaughtering a cow with a knife." In the surrounding area, Fan Ning vaguely remembered that there seemed to be some other things or elements.
For example, there are ears of rice, moths, lions, the moon, little people in colorful clothes or holding torches. There are more than these. I can’t remember the details. They seem to be related to those keywords.
After entering the lobby of "Boethius Hotel", Fan Ning temporarily put his thoughts behind him, went back to the room to take a nap and packed his things.
Next, he and the symphony orchestra went to the Philharmonic Square of the Tioline National Concert Hall to watch the opening ceremony of the Summer Arts Festival. The scene was as grand as ever, and unlike previous years, the number of security police was significantly increased.
What is exciting for the musicians is that the head of the committee who spoke on stage included this concert in this year's highlight preview, with the highlighted points being the eye-catching pricing and rare sell-out speed.
During the opening ceremony, Fan Ning shared with Lu what he heard at the meeting about the trends of the Transcendental Club, especially the relatively abnormal aspects. Lu said that the investigation of hidden dangers in subway safety was being carried out in an orderly manner.
Fan Ning may investigate some clues implicated in the mysterious incidents of Ufranser in the past when the time is right, but how much power does he have to worry about, in addition to... those secret organizations that often make the imperial capital...
You can share the appropriate information with small actions that make all the people in the office exhausted, and just do the little things you can to help, which means you have done your duty.
For Fan Ning, the greatest self-worth is to pursue the truth and destiny of art, and the greatest responsibility in life is to leave as much spiritual wealth as possible for all mankind. Everything else that follows his heart is inspiration and material.
When the show was about to end, he told several vocal leaders that he had something to do today, and then directly assigned Kaplan the rehearsal tasks for the afternoon and evening.
"I will check the processing status of these clips as soon as I come up tomorrow."
"...Here, Professor Fan Ning, you mean to let me..." Kaplan, who was immersed in making circles and markings with a pen, looked up in surprise. He always carried a briefcase containing a thick score and a notebook with him on all occasions.
"It has been more than a month since you took up the position as assistant conductor." Fan Ning said, "I have never seen you conduct the orchestra independently in rehearsals. Today, I am forcing you to see how good you are."
"...I may not be very good at it. My classmates all have professional backgrounds." Kaplan touched his thinning hair, looking embarrassed and embarrassed.
"Professional background just means that they have experienced a complete set of systematic performance skills training since childhood, plus the recognition and expression of musical vocabulary when they grow up...
“Harmony and counterpoint exercises, transposing instrument readings in scores, counting bars to dissect passages and phrases... Sometimes they are limited to a corner of their professional repertoire, and may not have the reserve in their minds for a vast sea of serious musical works.
You are rich, and your familiarity with various interpretation methods may not be as easy as yours."
"Believe in your ears, your professional learning achievements and accumulation of appreciation experience. The classmates are all very familiar with you, and I have already made an explanation. If there is any problem, Sheeran, who is newly appointed as the orchestra's principal, will also take over your place.
You check it."
After observing and practicing for so long, Fan Ning judged that his understanding of these three works should be sufficient, at least enough to rehearse and solve specific problems.
"If you have less time than others, then there are some steps that you have to take sooner or later, and you need to take them earlier." After Fan Ning said these meaningful words, he turned and left.
At the end of the opening ceremony, everyone stood up one after another, leaving Kaplan behind with a pensive look on his face.
"Sheeran, Carolen said she was busy today, why is Senior Roy also busy?" Joan, who received the rehearsal task, asked in a low voice when the show was over.
"It's the condolence event, he said it in the hotel last night." Xilan looked at Fan Ning leaving the square, "Senior Roy has a lot of connections in St. Alan's Castle. Maybe she was also invited to the event.
Already."
"Senior Roy seemed to have gone to Carolyn's room after last night." Qiong leaned close to Sheeran and whispered in her ear.
"Isn't the door always open?" Sheeran nodded, "Let's rehearse well. I'm waiting for the record pre-sale after the show. Guess how many we can sell?..."
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After Fan Ning walked out of the square, he got into a black car that was roaring on the street. Roy, who was rarely seen in a black solemn dress, opened the passenger door, got out of the car and sat next to Fan Ning in the back row.
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"The creation was stuck in one place and couldn't be moved. Did you move it later?" she greeted with a smile.
"Is there any satisfactory progress?" Fan Ning responded, "... I want to ask you, if an artist wants to create a work that can move people or make people think, does it necessarily require personal experience or situation?"
Another personal question reflected in this sentence is "Does an artist who successfully explores death have to be an old or dying person?"
The girl who was originally planning to chat for a few words probably didn't expect Fan Ning to bring up such a topic as soon as he came up: "Maybe not necessarily, it depends on how Mr. Fan Ning defines in person."
She carefully organized her words for a while: "I have read some poems or novels. It is true that some of their authors are unforgettable, but there are also people with less experience who have written touching love or portrayed delicate and profound human nature...
Romantic musicians who were good at composing ballads using mythological epics were not in the same era as narrative texts, and those great opera singers had never experienced the joys and sorrows of the characters in the plays."
"I feel that an artist's life is limited, and it is difficult to satisfy the boundless inspiration and desire for expression with limited personal experience... What an artist should do most is to gain as much experience as possible from the perspective of others or history, and then gain insights for himself
Speak for the things you want to speak for, and speak for the thoughts you want to speak for.”
...Maybe this is another more practical way of expressing "absorbing humanistic nutrients"? Fan Ning thought so.
Looking at the girl's flawless face, a strange color flashed in his eyes, and after a moment he said seriously: "Thank you, Miss Roy, I will think about your words again."
The car drove smoothly for a distance in the city center and went around the two corners of the wide Pulpit Square. When Fan Ning saw the bell tower in the southwest corner and the baptistery in the northwest corner of "St. James the Sun Church", he thought
one question:
“Which organization does the poet Bassani come from?”
Roy said: "He believed in the 'Unfallen Fire', but his former extraordinary status was closer to the 'foreign coordinator' staff of the Special Inspectorate... Of course, strictly speaking, he was a free enlightenment person, which is different from
The logic of extraordinary access control is different - knowledgeable people who are not affiliated with official organizations are prohibited, but knowledgeable people have the right to freedom and transcendence, as long as they do not worship evil gods."
"Mr. Fan Ning will know more later." She smiled slightly, "The car is here, let's get off first."
The two walked side by side.
"St. James the Sun Church" occupies a very large area. When Fan Ning looks at it from the front, it is like a towering city wall across the Mission Square. The outer walls of the building are made of marble veneers in three colors:
Mostly white, with a small amount of yellow and purple.
"The white ones are taken from the Nobwen quarry in the highlands, the yellow ones are from Eagles, and the purple marbles are mixed with gemstones from Perthistan in the south." Seeing Fan Ning looking at the outer wall, Roy introduced it.
"Do you understand this?" Fan Ning asked in surprise.
"When my family was renovating their mansion in Highvaler Town, they imported building materials from the same source." Roy explained with a smile.
The closer the straight line distance was to the church door, the more Fan Ning could feel that this behemoth was making his breathing gradually become deeper.
The building is symmetrical and majestic. The gabled wall on the front is carved with pictures of evangelist Janine preaching. On the top of the wall stand the stone statues of several famous archbishops, such as the one Fan Ning has seen in many portraits.
Banchois Lenya.
"Dad, Mom." Roy walked towards a couple who happened to come out of the door, his steps were a little lighter and his tone was a little happy.
Fan Ning once again met the acquaintance he had met at the music salon, the Marquise, who was elegant, tall, and had a quiet and kind face. Naturally, standing next to her was President McAdam.
This is a handsome gentleman wearing a thin dark red velvet coat and a tall mink hat. His hair and eyebrows are neatly trimmed. Even when he is looking at his daughter, his eyes are serious in a light smile. He has the ability to express himself without words.
And unquestionable authority.
"Young composer Mr. Fan Ning, right?" After Fan Ning saluted and greeted him, McAdam spoke gently and calmly.