The next morning, a dark, shiny, brand-new limousine with a slender waistline slowly drove out of the outer courtyard of Turner Art Hall and slowly moved along the icy streets.
Pedestrians huddled their necks and walked in a hurry, and white smoke spewed out from the nostrils of the animals in front of the carriage, but there was a natural and even flow of warm air flowing inside the carriage.
"Is it because I lack understanding of this luxury car that costs five times more than the school bus?" Lawyer Monroe sat leisurely in the back seat. "Does it contain some kind of hidden, gentle and efficient steam pipe?"
His impression of Fan Ning's use of the invisible power of the "candle" was limited to simple exchanges and the control of burning people with curse seals.
"It's your lack of understanding of the current President Carloen." Sheeran, who was in the passenger seat, blew out the mist on the car window, drew out the words and patterns with his finger, and then quickly erased them and started over again.
Fan Ning, who was holding the steering wheel in the cab, looked forward, and there was the sound of paper turning behind him.
"There is no workload for that piece of music. I will arrange it myself." Fan Ning said, "...Besides, it is Master Schillings who will perform the choreography in the end. Just practice your voice, walk on stage, and rest more during the rest of the time.
"Being on the same stage with two masters, especially in a male trio with Master Niemann and the famous composer Mr. Virgil, I have to pay attention to this." Kaplan, who was also sitting in the back row, was looking down at the music score.
Wearing a thick black coat, his face was pale but his eyes were in good spirits.
"Of course, no matter how much I attach importance to it, being on stage is also a hindrance to the master. Fortunately, the vocal clip is not long, and it is not as complex as your previous works. My plan is to capture these few baritone lines.
Knocking hard, trying to keep the beats in line and the pitch not drifting... Professor Fan Ning, in terms of the subtlety and touching degree of your "Choral Fantasy in C minor", it is still as good as any previous works. In my opinion, you are more important than the "Second Symphony"
"All that's left is the last flash of lightning and spark."
As he spoke, he pinched his wrist and arm in several places, seeming to frown because of the pain, and then turned his head to look at the street scene outside the car window, his eyes slightly out of focus: "Perhaps, if there is hope early next year, I will really have time to hear it.
Premiere…”
"Or maybe, even if I don't have time to know what the final movement is like, the solemn and sentimental funeral scenes, the warm memories of old friends and the sunshine of the past, and the exhausting venting of shouts in the chaos and danger are already very good.
It’s a good emotion to express, but it’s a pity that I can’t wait until the day when I can personally interpret it. It would take too long and too many years of experience..."
Fan Ning, who was driving, moved the corners of his mouth when he heard the words and organized some words, but was dismissed by the thought.
The hands holding the steering wheel tensed and relaxed, then rolled down the window, shivering from the cold wind, and then closed it again.
After a long time, he smiled and said:
"The premiere of Symphony No. 2, you're on."
Sheeran, the co-pilot, paused for a moment. She knew how complex the orchestration and texture of Fan Ning's future piece would be, and how daunting its difficulty and length were. She seemed to hear the familiar "
No no no” voice.
But Kaplan, who has always avoided similar topics, was unusually uncharacteristic of not waving his hands or shaking his head today.
Because this is such kind comfort and friendship.
"It's a surprise arrangement, you see, so the idea of 'resting more' is untenable." Kaplan laughed, "Obviously, my research on the first few movements needs to continue, otherwise this matter
Maybe it’s too late. Just take the example of me being taken out to attend afternoon tea social gatherings every day or today’s visit. I am at least extra delayed in the following aspects. First..."
"The name you went to visit in the hospital today is the official name of Turner Art Hall, and your identity is one of the main management representatives." Fan Ning emphasized the necessity of going with him.
In fact, Fan Ning knows that Kaplan's physical condition has declined significantly recently.
Normal people would generally not be able to withstand the pressure of rehearsing a new piece of music that was airtight and performing every other day.
Even the musicians of the old symphony orchestra were all replaced by Fan Ning in a reasonable allocation of repertoire. Fortunately, when they were recruited, the size of the orchestra was based on the future "Second Symphony", which left some space for them.
A lot of room for operation.
Only a handful of people can maintain a strong mental state and high-quality output from beginning to end, including Kaplan, whose workload is second only to Fanning.
So we had to find a reason to take him out and force him to rest, such as having afternoon tea every day, or visiting Ms. Hamilton after the opening season.
"Hospital, I go to the hospital a lot." Kaplan closed the music book, "It's not a good place. Every time you go to a place like this and come back, you will have doubts about your daily peaceful life.
and uneasiness…”
"During the more than a year of regular check-ups after suffering from leukemia, I saw workers who fell from a relatively high place while working, suffered severe head injuries but the doctors could not help, and whose strong bodies were unconscious on stretchers.
The earth was making its last convulsions; I have seen parents surrounding their children who were about to die just after birth, and the child in the process of passing away was like a little angel resting quietly; I have also seen the pillars of middle-class families who have just started to improve their lives.
After falling ill, he leaned on the bed and watched his relatives gathered around, making a decision with conscience confusion between 'giving up directly' or 'giving up after spending money'..."
"For lawyers, this is also a perspective that reflects the joys and sorrows." Monroe took over the words with emotion and approval, "Whether it is public or private, regardless of the audience class, it is the place where 80% of the evidence in estate division lawsuits is traced, and 60%
At the scene of accident compensation and divorce disputes, the final destination of the silent death of a small number of civilians who entered the field of public assistance..."
Kaplan nodded: "Anyway, after you go to places like this too often, you will find out how 'comfortable', how 'decent' your life is, how 'elegant and poetic' it is, and how much 'happiness can be expected'
...Hey, it's not at all how capable you are, but just that you're not unlucky enough, and the pranks of life haven't been played on you yet... Some people want to learn from people who are terminally ill or who have suffered accidental casualties.
The causes of misfortune are classified into categories such as 'low morals', 'carelessness', 'indulgence in drinking and sex', 'contamination with bad habits', etc. to avoid falling into the same footsteps. This is somewhat useful, but not much..."
He polished his gold-rimmed glasses and sounded as if he was staying out of the situation. He was neither "the one being teased" nor "the one who was afraid of being teased."
The chat came to an end inadvertently, and everyone looked at the receding scenery outside the window for a while.
The car passed a steel guardrail along the street, turned into the courtyard, and stopped in front of two light-colored buildings that were relatively tall and grand, but whose walls looked like they had some age.
As a reform product separated from the workhouse after the introduction of the government's "Urban Poverty Act", this county-level mental illness board hospital was obviously in the first echelon of construction funding that year, but after years of erosion and major repairs and maintenance, it has become
The building that was built more than 30 years ago now shows a great difference in look and feel from its surroundings.
Footsteps and whispers lingered in the halls of the hospital. The floor was paved with neat but unsightly tiles, the walls were painted a thick grayish white, and the smell of food mixed with disinfectant could be smelled in the air from time to time.
There are also things that Fan Ning can detect with his spiritual sense: uneven breathing and suppressed sobbing behind certain doors.
Everyone came to a single ward with better facilities on the fourth floor. A male and female family member who were similar in age to Kaplan were leaning on the end of the nursing bed in a daze. When they saw Fan Ning and his entourage arriving, they squeezed out a smile and stood up.
greet.
Two little boys were playing with a ball by the window, with carefree expressions on their faces. However, it seemed that they had been scolded and they just waved the ball hesitantly in their hands and did not dare to take a picture.
In front of the workbench in a spacious single room, Fanning met Ms. Hamilton and her three student assistants.
During the conversation, Fan Ning learned that Hamilton's main problem was liver and kidney failure caused by accumulation of toxins, which was consistent with the related etheric body indications observed by his spiritual sense.
The old lady's mind was still very clear, but her usually unsmiling temperament that frightened strangers seemed to have suddenly collapsed, and she turned into an ordinary, taciturn old man in his dying years.
Her complexion was extremely poor and she needed help to move around, but instead of resting, she asked the assistants to lay her down in a semi-lying state, and then extended a set of foldable desktops in front of her.
There are manuscript papers, small brick reference books and bound booklets on it. At the far end, there are piles of dossier paper shells like a hill. There are more under the table. One assistant is squatting on the ground to count, and the other is constantly labeling.
There were marks on the paper, which were torn off and pasted on one after another.
Hamilton held the pen, calmly called Fan Ning "sir" and said hello, and then asked: "Can you inform me of the progress of the compensation implementation?"
"85%." Monroe took a step forward, "The rest is mainly due to the fact that the second review process has just started."
"Thank you." Hamilton thanked her and continued to write. After a few minutes, her hands were shaking a little. The assistant wiped her face and hands with a warm towel, then temporarily retracted the folding table top and put the bed behind her.
The chair is temporarily flat.
Twenty minutes later, she asked again to restore the countertop and angle.
"Sir Fan Ning, I'm very sorry. I have the responsibility to express my gratitude to you for what I have done in the past six months, but I deeply feel that time is running out and I am too busy with business to entertain you."
Responsibility?…thank you?…to me?
Fan Ning was startled.
"You're serious. It's okay. I'll talk to everyone." He smiled.
"45 detection and measurement methods for 27 specific occupational disease causative factors for workers, 6 types of production site epidemiological investigation guidelines, 910 representative patient diagnosis and treatment files, 75 groups of diagnosis and treatment recommendation modules, 3 unfinished medical journals
Thesis, 4 proposals for regulations in the field of public health entrusted by the parliament to draft, 4 graduation thesis guidance..."
In conversations with assistants and family members, Fanning learned why Ms. Hamilton was so eager to rush to work.
She wants to sort out the unformulated research results as much as possible while her consciousness is still clear, and provide guidance and handover to the next generation of students on this path.
The assistants couldn't bear to refuse the old lady's "order".
Capron stared at the empty hospital bed behind him in trance. After a while, he felt pain and discomfort and took a small green pill.
During the visit and chat, several groups of workers and middle-class families wanted to visit. They must have learned that Ms. Hamilton was seriously ill and came to visit with some flowers and small gifts.
For example, the couple who worked in a chemical factory just now accepted some treatment and conditioning suggestions from Ms. Hamilton due to the risk of teratogenicity caused by organic substances, and came to express their gratitude with a healthy and cute baby girl in their arms.
Hamilton asked his assistants to apologize and refuse to see him.
Fan Ning and others stayed here until about 11 o'clock in the morning, and then her tidying up work was temporarily suspended.
So I finally chatted with Ms. Hamilton for about ten minutes with her eyes closed.
He talked about his concept of "art popularization" and said that the general idea is to "first allow some civilians to have the opportunity to learn serious music, and then allow more civilians to have the opportunity to listen to the former's performance of serious music", and promote this cycle.
He also talked about the ongoing "Music Relief" plan, saying that the recruitment of choir members was smooth, but the youth symphony orchestra involves instrumental music, and the difficulty of discovering among civilian groups is a little slow. Those who basically meet the requirements either have a military band or a military band for their ancestors.
The experiences of rural musicians include those whose middle-class family background has experienced changes, or who have encountered some generous and knowledgeable teachers. This group may not be fully established until after the New Year.
The old lady listened very carefully.
"It's a bit hot, I want to get some air."
"The weather is very cold, you can't stay like this for too long." The assistant carefully pushed the sliding window out a few centimeters.
The notebook that had been closed by Hamilton was opened by the cold wind.
"Can I take a look at your title page?" Kaplan stood silently beside him with his thoughts on his mind. At this time, his pupils suddenly focused on some words.
"Excuse me, Mr. Commander."
The lying old lady responded weakly and waved to indicate it was okay.
Kaplan leaned forward slightly and picked it up.
What was recorded on the title page of this workbook by this stoic old lady was a short poem:
"Oh, little red rose!
The world is in great trouble!
People live in great pain!
I would rather choose to live in heaven!
I walk to the broad path,
An angel came and tried to send me back.
No, I don’t want to be sent back to the human world!
I came from the glow, and I will return to the glow,
Dear original light will open a ray of light to me,
Light up my life of eternal happiness!"
"Troubled questioning, solemn longing."
Kaplan read the short poem twice quietly as if no one else was there: "I really like the closing sentence of it."
"For me, the important thing is not the ending, but the beginning." The old lady responded with her eyes closed.
…beginning of…? Kaplan reread it and nodded glumly and politely.
He and she, two people who have only a short time to live, met for the first time, but they exchanged a short poem of unknown origin?
"People live by their life instincts, but they live for stronger motives, and it is these motives that make him burn out his life." His tone was full of respect, as if he was just evaluating the other person.
Just evaluate the other person.
"Madam, may I venture to ask you where it comes from, or whether you wrote it yourself?"
"I can't write poetry." Hamilton said, "It comes from a correspondence between my old friend, the old organist Mr. Vienne, and me many years ago. Judging from the context, it is not his original work. What's more,
I have no idea where it comes from…”
""The Boy's Magic Horn"."
Fan Ning's opening made everyone around him look at him.
"A collection of folk songs circulated in the Western Continent compiled by the Janusian poet 'Barentello' at the beginning of the last century, including a total of 15 poems. But this can only be regarded as half of the source, because these poems are
The original author and date cannot be verified. When the poet 'Barentello' translated it into Janus, the information he collected was not the original text, but a translation that had been circulated many times in the market and countryside."
"Caron, you know everything you encounter wherever you go." Sheeran looked at Fanning with something special in her eyes.
Even if he is not engaged in artistic work at the forefront of the stage, he is also an excellent music scholar.
Fan Ning continued to explain calmly: "In terms of the content of "The Devil's Horn of Youth", some are secular and some are religious. For example, the corresponding allusion of the sixth poem is the material of the third movement of my "Second Symphony"
——The medieval hymn of the Holy Sun Church, "Saint Janine of Pontua Preaching to the Fishes," and the 11th song "Three Angels Singing Sweet Songs" are also things that fascinate me..."
"The piece included in the Vienne organist's letter should be the 12th piece, and its title is - "First Light"."
It seems that many people don't know that NetEase Cloud's playlist of the same name has a Chinese number index, which is related to the works. I always update it synchronously, so that it is convenient to locate the songs in the middle~