"Candlelight dinner. A corner of the manor." Fan Ning looked at her seriously.
Roy sat on the ground hugging his knees next to her. The dining table for the two of them was just above their heads. The dancing candlelight made her profile look more delicate, and the various indoor displays in her field of vision that served as her background also appeared in the twilight.
Exquisite, delicate, quiet and spotless.
"Yeah, that's great."
"You see, today is the last day of work for the city's clerks, and tomorrow is Sunday."
"In fact, it's not just us. When Mark and his record company employees finish today's advertising work, there may be an exquisite social event waiting for him; Vice President Huxley may be in such a quiet and elegant mansion.
, enjoy a leisurely dinner with his wife and three children; Principal Sternikai may go to a lonely but fulfilling concert; ordinary employees and laborers who do not have the above-mentioned favorable conditions can always
A lovely evening with family and friends”
"I'm not emphasizing contrast, emphasizing that we can have a wonderful experience tonight and they die, but rather, probability, or uncertainty."
"This sense of uncertainty about everyone's fate is unsettling. Anyone having an experience similar to tonight's could be deprived of it at any time. I don't know what Principal Sternikai saw on the 'Calamity', but put yourself in his shoes."
Think about it, if I could see my future death date and method on a certain carrier, it would be the most terrifying thing in the world, and I would definitely not dare to look at it."
"What if it's looking at the people around me? What if it's looking at me?" Roy asked softly.
Fan Ning shook his head: "Now that I think about it, I am extremely afraid that when Principal Sternikai suddenly died, you lost control and broke in to observe the 'disaster'."
"That's fair. It'll scare you to death." She turned her face to the other side.
Fan Ning continued: "If you think about it going forward, the various extraordinary organizations inspecting various places this time, and the changes in the allocation of train numbers and stations may result in different combinations of deaths; the incident in the small town of Watznay we encountered
, if any link changes, a certain companion may never be seen again. And from now on, the next time it may be me, it may be you, it may be anyone you know or don’t know, including accidents without warning.
, also includes some pollution that has been accumulated for a long time without even realizing it.”
He couldn't help but glance towards the bed, where the pillow was placed before the baton was taken back to Qiming Church.
"You know Kaplan's health, right?"
Roy nodded silently.
"His misfortune may be announced to us at any time. Many older and wise people are also suffering from illness. Terminal illness is indeed better than an unexpected death that is too late to express your last words, but it is long and has an ending.
The decision-making process is also a huge torture for myself and my family.”
"In general, such narratives are a lingering black vocabulary in all human periods and regions. The death of the same kind not only drags the dead into nothingness, but also casts a shadow on the living. Human beings have various commemorations and
The most common form of resolution is 'funeral' or 'narrator', but the vast majority of deaths are silent pranks. You can't find any reason, and you can't dig out any additional value.
How noble your personality is."
"So, why does Mr. Fan Ning ask himself whether he is cold or indifferent?" Roy finally said.
"Not at all."
"For you, pale comfort or empathic tears have no additional meaning, or that is not the way you are good at treating the world. You not only want to answer those questions for specific people, specific people, but also want to let go
Go and answer for everyone in the broader history, right?"
She felt that Fan Ning's gaze towards her was becoming moved and softer, so she rested her head on her curled up knees, turned to his face, and looked into his eyes: "Pragmatists often ask, 'So
What's the point of that?', 'So what's the point of that?', 'If you're real. You should', in other words they usually think that this kind of human thinking is meaningless, such as for accidents during the day
In terms of safety, there are many more practical ways to talk about it: from a social perspective, we can talk about public emergency management, from a scientific and technological perspective, we can talk about industrial risk control, and those who are knowledgeable can talk about strengthening mysterious side inspections."
"Pragmatists will roughly separate rationality and sensibility, thinking that the above-mentioned methods are rational, and those other than the above-mentioned methods are sensual. They see a kind of narrative value, but only this one. In fact, philosophers,
Poets and artists will always try to find a deeper narrative perspective. In the latter's eyes, rationality and sensibility are just different ways of exploring problems, which need to be combined."
"——Just like the process of Mr. Fan Ning's creation of this work, you hope that it can not only redeem the dead, but also comfort the living. Of course, what you first hope is that you and the people around you can gain noble touches, because everyone
There are many living people around the deceased, and every living person is also the deceased in the future, so that we, or the listeners, will become more calm when encountering similar experiences in the future."
While Roy was talking softly, the two people's extended ankles accidentally touched. She avoided it at first, but then moved closer to the distance again. Then she stretched her hand over her head, pulled a wet wipe off the table and applied it to herself.
cheek.
"Mr. Fanning is an artist. Well, I am just like you." Her eyelashes fluttered.
"Thank you, Miss Roy." Fan Ning took a deep breath and thanked her sincerely.
He experienced a kind of emotion that was extremely rare in his life experience: "Actually, I feel that I can't express myself clearly. From the beginning when I talked about Mark and Huxley, until just now, everything was scattered and scattered. I didn't know what I was talking about.
What. In other words, the few attempts I have made in my life have all ended in failure of expression, when I thought there was a suitable context and sharer."
"No, you said it very clearly and easy to understand." Roy said seriously, "On the contrary, my interpretation of your thoughts may not convey the meaning."
"No, you said it very clearly and easily understandable." Fan Ning repeated her words.
"Hahaha"
The two looked at each other, smiled, and gave each other a slight push.
"So, the final movement is coming soon." Fan Ning smiled slightly, "I think I asked a pretty good question, and the transition of all the emotions and scenes was fast enough, but I can't find the direction to answer it.
It is too difficult to sublimate a symphony through chorus."
"Well" Roy fell into thinking. She supported the velvet blanket on the ground and changed to a sitting position with her legs folded and leaned back again.
"In the earlier five years of my life - the period from 12 to 17 years old - due to the educational environment I received, I read a lot of tragic classical dramas, and then as a kind of psychological compensation, I became addicted again.
It’s the most popular romance novel with a happy ending.”
Speaking of this, Roy smiled sheepishly: "Well, it should be due to the unique excitement of that period and the popular things in the social circle of aristocratic girls. In short, following the heroine's perfect love experience,
Being able to cure the 'tragedy disease' has given me a lot of comfort and made up for a lot of regrets and sadness. Many things that I longed for but could not get in reality, it seems that I have them in the process of immersion."
".At least it was something that I could only dream of in that past stage." She hugged a bunch of curtains beside Fan Ning's shoulders and added with a low smile.
Fan Ning listened to her story carefully.
"Recently I have studied some vocal works, including cantatas from the medieval period, romantic art songs, operas or oratorios, and orchestral works with human voices. I also read through the original poetry texts and found myself
Some of the deepest emotions seem to have a similar origin to romance novels——"
Roy raised his head and thought for a while: "I don't know how to name it. Let's use the word 'program'."
"Program?" This time Fan Ning really didn't understand what it had to do with the idea of the final movement in question.
"Well, a program. A program for aesthetics, a program for experience, a program for comfort."
Roy skillfully gave several examples, and it was obvious that she had been thinking carefully about Fanning's chorus idea since she learned about it.
"For example, the ancient philosopher Si Lei who wrote epic poems, or the New Era female poet Bidelice who inherited his ideas, are both good at creating an imaginative narrative context. In long poems, they let certain myths
The characters, or even the Lord of Witnesses, lead themselves through a journey, and then get to know historical figures under different historical projections, and express their own philosophical, moral or political views through the collision of fictional dialogues and the development of the plot."
"For example, the great master of the Middle Ages, Gregory, would draw heavily on allusions from the Holy Sun Church's "Apocalypse" and "The Book of Judgment" when composing operas. The characters in the plot encounter difficulties, suffer misfortune or regret.
In the end, a miracle came and brought everything to completion and reunion, and the audience who followed the whole process also received relief and confession."
"Another example is Gilles' Ninth Symphony, which is better known to music fans. Although most of it is instrumental music without text, the four movements also show a complete process: the beginning is struggle.
, hesitation and pain, then teasing and irony, then meditation and recollection, and finally sublimated into light, fraternity and carnival, so the audience listening to the whole movement has experienced a noble spiritual tour."
Three examples from poetry, religion and music gradually made Fan Ning look thoughtful.
"Look, they all actually contain fictional elements that are 'hard to happen in reality'." Roy combed his hair, "There will be no mythical figures to take you through historical projections, and there will be no Lord of Witnesses coming.
Miracles can solve the love, hatred and resentment of people in the micro-apocalyptic world. The current era is far from the 'love for all mankind', right?"
"But they all provide a program?" Fan Ning's eyes were bright. "An ideal program that allows the audience to read, listen, perform or think. By finding a certain audience who desires but is in reality,
It is a narrative perspective that is difficult to happen in the world, so as to redeem the dead, comfort the living, or give the listener a noble touch."
"You understand!" Roy gave a victory gesture, "So in addition to the 'question-think-answer' structure, our sublimation direction may also have the elements of 'start-pass-end'."
"The former is an 'argumentative' category, while the latter is a 'narrative' category. They go hand in hand." Fan Ning stood up from the ground, "Well, it is very promising to see the discussion. Now, let me briefly summarize it.
I continued to write the reduced score of the third movement."
He immediately felt his eyes darkening again, so Roy helped him steady.
"Slow down, hoo——" The girl blew out the candles and opened the crystal chandelier.
It was past eight o'clock. The maids came into the room to clean the table, and Fan Ning sat down in front of the grand piano.
"Do you have to be in such a hurry? I feel that you still need to rest. Besides, you have just written down all the main inspiration fragments, right?"
"I need to rest, but if I were to expand and write these inspired fragments another night, the final product would definitely be different from the notes I produced tonight. This difference is very likely to be the opposite, although the probability is slim.
But I can't accept it," Fanning explained.
"Then can I stay here?" she asked. "I'll read a book or play with myself and try not to make any noise."
"Okay." Fan Ning was holding a pen in his right hand, and his left hand was already playing sixteenth notes on the keys. "It doesn't matter if you make a sound. You don't have to be so careful. I'm not easily disturbed. Of course.
, I won’t be able to care about you most of the time.”
"Okay!" Roy responded happily, then hugged a book of poetry and stepped directly onto the soft bed.
"Hey, that's my place." Fan Ning's eyes widened.
"Your place is obviously my manor, so of course everything here belongs to me." She hummed proudly, moved completely to the position where Fan Ning was originally lying, put on the blanket he covered, and leaned against her
The pillow he leaned on.
Then he opened the thick book, and his two little feet covered by the blanket began to sway happily.
"Why don't you write anymore?" After two minutes, she looked up.
"In that case, wait for me"
"Why don't you drive me away when you finish writing and go to bed?"
"Okay." Fan Ning shook his head helplessly and sat back on the piano bench.
He quickly entered a creative mode of concentration, either writing furiously, trying to play on the piano, or getting up and standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows for a while.
Roy didn't talk to him anymore. She flipped through the book of poems, making notes or reading aloud from time to time. She also spent a considerable part of the time biting her pen and quietly watching Fan Ning's back as he played the piano or took notes.
At the end of the second and third hours, she brought Fan Ning a fruit plate and snacks respectively, placed them behind the small fabric table on the side of the piano bench, and then silently crawled back to bed.
Fanning ate part of it while getting up and moving.
Then he wrote until half past two in the morning, which took a full six and a half hours.
Waking up at night was a reminder and warning of the loss of inspiration for the scherzo, and his spiritual recovery was only in a semi-finished state. Now he felt that his brain had been drained again, and the blood vessels in several parts of his body were pulsing.
The third movement was basically completed. Fan Ning rubbed his head, stood up and turned around.
He just wanted to speak out, but immediately covered his mouth.
The poetry collection was placed next to his pillow, and Roy fell asleep at some point.