"Okay, Carol, I'll go with you." Sheeran agreed very quickly, obviously she trusted Fanning very much.
"Um, you guys..." Joan turned to look at Fan Ning and then at Sheeran, with blue hair flying around her cheeks, "Caron, are you serious? I think my place is safer.
"
"Ha? Hahaha..." Cecil looked at Fan Ning in disbelief, "Fan Ning, recently I wrote a piece of music and it got lost? You'd better be a little self-aware, do your musicology research honestly, and strive for success.
Graduating in a happy place is what you should do."
Cecil looked at Sheeran again: "Cousin, let me tell you seriously for the last time that you are in danger. Then, this kid is useless. He can't resist the mysterious power in the dark. There is only one result. How can you even die?
They don’t even know.”
Fan Ning seemed to have not heard Cecil's words and continued to explain to Sheeran: "It's the same during the day recently. Don't be alone in an environment that is too remote. I will take you to and from school."
"Okay." Sheeran responded obediently.
Cecil suddenly laughed.
"Fan Ning, this time, and the last time, you think your way of speaking can make me angry. Frankly speaking, I have indeed been affected by you, but it is not a big deal."
He paced back and forth slowly: "You may think that you know very well what I want in my heart, and it's not just the thoughts of an adult, right? But in fact, your understanding of me is very limited, and you have no idea what I really pursue.
You won’t understand anything.”
"It is useless to say more. I will not interfere with this matter in the future. May the professor rest in peace."
He bent down and presented flowers with an impeccable salute.
Surprise flashed across Fan Ning's eyes.
This guy is not only inexplicable today, but he also doesn't play according to the routine?
To be honest, Fan Ning's previous attitude towards Cecil has always been like "a time traveler pretending to be a bastard and beating up a little villain".
But now, Fan Ning's level of vigilance has gone up several levels.
However, his tone was very calm and his eyes were very sincere: "Team Leader Cecil, thank you again for coming today."
Cecil smiled faintly, then straightened his expression, bowed to the coffin, and then sat down at the back.
After scanning the figures on the stage with his peripheral vision, he took out the pen from his pocket, wrote a paragraph on the note paper, and then handed it to the middle-aged man in formal clothes next to him.
"Transfer it to Julius, the concertmaster of the school symphony orchestra, and send a message to her that I will no longer interfere with their choice of the first option."
"Your Excellency Cecil? You——" the middle-aged man's voice sounded a little surprised.
"Go quickly." Cecil gently raised his hand to interrupt, "I want too many things, and it is impossible for everything to be perfect."
Then, he put his thumbs together, leaned his head back, and closed his eyes.
"This is a critical period for my creation. As long as I succeed in the symphony premiere, I will definitely be able to break through that barrier and become the youngest intellectual in the history of my family."
"Fan Ning, I hope you can understand that you can contradict me on some things, but on other things, you must not block my way."
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At the edge of the altar, Joan spoke angrily: "Caron, tell me, this guy Cecil is obviously trying to cause trouble and has bad intentions. Why are you thanking him?"
"One code is the same, and I don't deal with the situation but the person." Fan Ning explained calmly, "Anyone who comes to the funeral of Teacher Anton, I will sincerely thank him."
"Xi Lan's question, Joan, I am sure to protect her. If you two are together, you may be in danger. Thank you for your kindness. I have to ask you for information. The recent period is special, and you should also pay attention to your own safety.
, some things should be done with caution.”
Seeing the thin and calm-looking Fan Ning in front of her, Xilan felt a lot more at ease.
Qiong's dark eyes stared at Fan Ning for a long time, and finally nodded seriously.
Then she circled her fingers around her hair, her eyes twinkling.
The funeral of Professor Anton Konar officially started at seven o'clock in the morning.
The bell rang and everyone stood in silence. The priest from the Holy Sun Church came to the podium to read a eulogy, remembering the past life of Professor Anton Konard and summarizing his major achievements in the fields of musicology and composition.
The content of the eulogy is very long and detailed - this is one of the attitudes of people in this world towards death. Most people's life span ranges from 40 to 50 years to 50 to 60 years. Unlucky people have a shorter life. Everyone's life is unique.
, in the final farewell stage, anyone who cares about the deceased a little will be willing to spend more time listening to everything related to him.
There is even a profession called "narrator" in this world, which specializes in helping illiterate poor people and even homeless people sort out their life experiences and write funeral eulogies.
When it was time, Fan Ning arranged her clothes, climbed onto the altar, sat in front of the nine-foot black Boethius piano on one side, took off her white gloves and placed them on the piano.
At the last moment, what should I play for the teacher?
During the priest's eulogy, he lowered his head, closed his eyes, stepped on the pedal, and touched the keys with his hands.
Feeling the cold and delicate touch on his fingertips, Fan Ning gently pressed the first chord with both hands.
The heavy, solemn and sad footsteps of the funeral procession sounded in the church together with the priest's eulogy.
He played the third movement of Chopin's "Piano Sonata No. 2 in B flat minor" (Op. No. 35).
In the previous life, not many people were familiar with the full name, but the third movement was very well-known. It was a funeral march.
In Fan Ning's previous life, when he was depressed or missing his deceased relatives, he often played it silently and repeatedly.
He even thought that before he died many years later, he would make a will to play this song at his funeral or ask someone to play it.
I feel really sad while playing.
I no longer have any relatives around me in this world. How great would it be if the teacher was still around?
After the strange, mournful, and gloomy funeral pace, the middle part of the music is a warm melody similar to a nocturne, which is like a warm memory of the deceased's life, like a nostalgic look back in the rushing footsteps.
With fragile beauty and melancholy warmth.
Fan Ning recalled Teacher Anton’s life:
Thinking of his achievements in ancient music research;
Thinking of his efforts in promoting "Harmony" and "Counterpoint" to become independent subjects;
I am reminded of the twelve piano sonatas, ten string quartets, three piano concertos, one violin concerto, four symphonies, one large church mass, more than thirty art songs and a large number of other chamber music that he composed throughout his life.
compositions and vocal works.
Fan Ning also thought of what he knew, the story of Teacher Anton’s ups and downs when he was young, and the loneliness of having only his little daughter by his side in middle age;
I thought of his short stature, old-fashioned clothes, and devout faith;
I remembered his strange character of being dull yet sensitive, inferior yet confident, trapped yet free and easy;
Thinking of his success in the early stage of his creative career, and the coldness and lack of understanding in the later stage;
I remembered what I heard in his last two symphonies, the sublime and majestic sounds like the movement of celestial bodies.
Finally, I remembered that at the end of his last letter, he wished that he would be "accompanied by music and sunshine in this life."
Fan Ning closed his eyes tightly, and without stopping playing with his fingers, two lines of clear tears finally flowed from the gaps in his eyes.
The warm recollection ends in the middle, and the solemn and sorrowful funeral pace reappears.
Some mourners in the audience began to sob quietly, and the number became more and more frequent.
"Sheeran should cry, Joan will take care of her." Fan Ning thought to herself.
The wonderful feeling similar to the last impromptu performance reappeared, establishing a strange connection with the entire audience like a thread, inspiration gathered in the upper body, and resonance spread out. He felt that his soul became more powerful and independent, but after his promotion, he became more knowledgeable.
Before, this improvement was constrained by bottlenecks.
The music faded and ended exactly with the priest's eulogy, and the last lingering notes of the chords lingered for a long time.
The auditorium was silent. Fan Ning took out his handkerchief and wiped his face.
A large number of threads of inspiration resonated and oscillated, and numbers floated in front of my eyes from all directions, continuing to merge into the pale golden subtitles, and finally stopped at [390/100].
I can't imagine how intense this kind of accumulation can become after being promoted to a knowledgeable person, but Fan Ning feels very heavy now.
Standing up slowly, he saw Qiong holding Xilan, about thirty teachers standing at attention, most of the students majoring in music, a few students from other departments, and some people he didn't know.
, estimated to be one or two hundred in total.
With sincere gratitude, he bowed deeply to the audience.
The funeral convoy slowly drove out from the west gate of the University of San Lenia.
After a short journey, the coffin was moved to the Lyofenas Garden deep in Oak Street, which is a small cemetery of the Holy Sun Church.
A group of people stood in front of the brand new tombstone.
The snow stopped, and Fan Ning looked at the black-and-white photo of Professor Anton Konard in front of him. He was a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, with sparse hair, wide-set eyes, a big nose, and deep wrinkles. He smiled in front of the camera with a somewhat serious and reserved smile.
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The two stonemasons responsible for carving held tools in their hands and asked Sheeran about the content of the epitaph with their eyes.