The sun's rays rarely shined through, brightening the golden arc outline of the clouds, illuminating the shadows of the two people and the trees, and making the snow in the courtyard shine white.
After briefly gliding over Sheeran's smooth brown hair, Fan Ning quickly put his hands down.
"Look, the sun is out."
Sheeran sniffed her little nose, which was red from the cold, and said, "Caron, thank you. In fact, my saddest time has passed. You know, when I listened to you playing that song at the funeral,
Although I kept crying, I felt much better afterwards, and it gave me a unique outlet."
Fan Ning nodded slightly.
The two climbed the steps.
Sheeran took out the key from his small fabric satchel, turned the door lock, and looked back at him: "Caron, I think you seem to have changed a lot recently."
"Oh?" Fan Ning looked at her.
Did he discover something after traveling through time?
"It's hard to say." Sheeran opened the door and tilted his head in thought, "It seems that besides being calm before, he is a little more sure, or is he confident or something?"
"oh."
Xilan finally smiled softly: "You are stupid."
The door opened, Fan Ning put on her usual white slippers with ease, took off her black dress jacket and hung it on the clothes rack in the living room.
The walls around the living room are covered with grapevine-like embossed wallpaper, the sofa is covered with a black velvet carpet, and there are two sets of colorful oak coffee tables in the middle. On the slightly higher circular steps in the room, there is a black seven-foot
The grand piano has a large floor-to-ceiling window behind it, and you can see the small greenhouse in the garden outside.
It is naturally much better than Fan Ning's residence, but among the professors, Teacher Anton is definitely not someone who pursues quality of life. Apart from hiring hired workers for repairs and gardening, he and Xilan do their own daily living.
reason.
Fan Ning continued to light the fireplace in a familiar manner. After the house became slightly warmer, the two of them did a thorough cleaning of the two-story villa, which took six or seven hours.
Later in the kitchen, Sheeran threw a few beef ribs and ribs on the grill, sprinkled them with salt and pepper, and cooked a large plate of Lydian macaroni, topped with melted cheese and cream. Fanning stirred
Take a pot of milk, flour and sesame oil mixture, beat two raw egg yolks, pour in a small half bottle of Wavlan black beer, foam and beat well, then wrap it on a fish that has been chopped off the head and tail, deboned and powdered, and then
Fry in a pan until golden brown on both sides to make a simple plate of fish and chips.
The last thing that was served was the turnip, carrot and ham soup cooked together. The two of them sat face to face and had a home-cooked but serious dinner.
After Fan Ning finished washing, he put on the pajamas he always kept at the teacher's house and played the piano in the warm living room - the Ctissibio brand commemorating the 900th anniversary of the new calendar. Professor Anton liked it very much.
Crisp and bright tone in the treble area.
Sheeran walked out of the bathroom, wearing a knee-length violet cotton robe, took off her slippers with her bare feet, and crawled onto the carpet on the sofa closest to the piano.
She leaned on the sofa, folded her legs, held her chin, and listened intently to Fan Ning playing the piano.
It took Fanning more than an hour to play all the movements of Anton Konard's Piano Sonata Nos. 10, 11 and 12.
Only then did Sheeran speak softly: "Caron, I didn't expect that you have also finished practicing all of dad's last three late works."
"Yes, I have always wanted to record a set of Mr. Anton's complete piano sonatas, but my level is limited." Fan Ning shook his tired arm.
"I think you play very nicely, Carolne."
"Thank you." Fan Ning smiled at her, "But recording and publishing records cannot have so many flaws, and a lot of technical difficulties need to be overcome one by one... Those commercial music can take as little as two or three years, or as long as twenty or thirty years. People always
It's different. Once serious music is released, it needs to be permanently responsible to the audience and art history. It may take many more years of practice before I can find the right time."
Xilan looked at the door leading to the study from the living room, and then looked in the direction of his father's bedroom on the second floor, and said quietly: "Caron, I can't help but think that my father is actually still here, and it was just a show."
Meng, he is still at home, and he will come out of the study wearing his shabby pajamas later, commenting on your performance just now, or coming down the stairs from the second floor, saying that it is getting late anyway, so you should not leave...
I can’t help but think like this.”
Fan Ning sat in front of the piano, staring at his fingers on the keys.
After being silent for a while, he looked up at the little girl on the sofa: "Xilan, I think Teacher Anton is indeed still alive."
He looked into Sheeran's eyes and explained seriously: "Artists who have left great works will live forever in another way. The works are their life and will. No matter when and where people are, as long as they play
He can feel his music and even resonate with people's souls."
Xilan still frowned a little, but nodded obediently.
"It's getting late, let's go to bed." Fan Ning took back his hand that was pressing on the keys.
"I want to listen to one more song." Sheeran yawned and patted his mouth with his hand.
"Okay." Fan Ning shook his head helplessly, put his hand back on the keyboard, and played Tchaikovsky's "Barcarolle".
A slightly ups and downs cool accompaniment sounded, and the cantabile melody was tinged with a hint of melancholy.
On the river in early summer, as cool as night, a lonely boat was slowly swayed into the distance.
Xilan was stunned as she listened to it.
"Did you write it recently? What's its name?"
"Yes, I call it "Barcarolle"."
"I like it."
The two went up to the second floor and said good night to each other. Fan Ning closed the door for Xilan and emphasized again that if he encounters any abnormal situation or feels uncomfortable at night, he must make a sound to wake himself up.
After lying down in the next room, which was only separated by a cloakroom, he took off his necklace.
Although this museum key has a strange function, I still can't see anything special about it.
The light golden subtitles in front of me, just after playing "Barcarolle", have been improved from [390/100] to [395/100].
He threw the key on the pillow, turned off the light and closed his eyes.
Fan Ning had a dream that he didn't know he had at first.
He and a boy were walking side by side on the mist-shrouded street, probably in the area of Knights Square on Green Peacock Street near the school.
The boy was relatively stocky and lacked information about his clothing and appearance, but Fan Ning knew that he was Lou Adair, who he had met at the funeral - the leader of the second grade group at the Conservatory of Music, the son of a railroad tycoon, and the school's
Timpanist in a symphony orchestra.
The two of them were chatting about some illogical words on the hazy street.
Fanning shared his experience of growing mushrooms in a viola with gin, information about watching performances by airship skydivers, and comments on the styles of corsets worn by girls nowadays.
During this period, Lou Adair fiercely rebutted him, insisting that he was just a timpani stick, and said that he would catch a fire-breathing dragon in King Louis' kitchen to prove his point.
While chatting, the shape of the museum key suddenly appeared in Fan Ning's consciousness.
He reached into his chest and touched the necklace he had been wearing in real life.
So he successfully realized that he was dreaming.
He suddenly felt something in his heart and made a strange joke: "Team Leader Adair, do you think we will talk about this dream when we meet in real life? Or is this just my clear dream?
, is not actually a shared memory?”
In the dream, the upper part of Lu's face became clear and his eyes became clear.
He looked at Fan Ning in surprise and then at the smoky streets around him. Suddenly he stumbled and half of his body fell into the ground.
Fan Ning stretched out his right hand, trying to pull, and the almost invisible golden thread wrapped around him, allowing Lu to stand again.
"Not good!" After offering help, Fan Ning immediately felt his soul burning violently, and he was about to run out of inspiration, lose consciousness, and fall out of a clear dream.
At this moment, the key hanging on the chest in the dream began to heat up, and brilliant light spots converged on itself from all directions.
There was also a more turbulent torrent, which actually came from a sewer manhole cover on the street. Fan Ning felt that underneath the manhole cover was the edge of the star realm, the entrance to the torrent.
At this moment, Fan Ning felt that the little inspiration he had had was quickly consumed like a floodgate had opened.
But on the other hand, because of the mutation of the key, inspiration from all directions is being added at a faster rate.
As a result, he maintained Lu's sobriety and was miraculously stress-free.
"Key? What happened to the key?" Fan Ning almost exclaimed in his dream.