Chapter 325: First Movement: Awakening Poem (2): School Girl
"What's going on? Why did the performance department miss one person when they cleared the stage?"
The female staff member in black uniform was still talking to herself in confusion until she locked the locker again.
He turned around and glanced again at Fan Ning, who was standing in front of the marble wall of the ticket hall.
He is undoubtedly a handsome guy wearing a gray jacket, carrying a backpack, and holding a mobile phone with his head down.
Under the dim light, Fan Ning looked at his vaguely visible figure through the smooth wall.
He suddenly felt that his appearance in Blue Star and the old industrial world, although at first glance the former looked more eastward and the latter looked more westward, but aside from the interference of hairstyle, eye color and clothing, there seemed to be many essential similarities.
"If I go to meet Sheeran dressed like this, will she recognize me? Will she be familiar or unfamiliar? Will she find me good-looking or particularly strange?"
The late autumn night was a bit cold, and Fan Ning sneezed while walking down the steps of the concert hall.
The noise in the city center is always soft and dense. The view from here is high and wide. You can see the torrent of car lights on the overpass. The distant sky at night is filled with the scattered light of neon lights.
After typing those four words, he went straight to Dingding, entered the taxi app, and prepared to return to rent a house.
If the old industrial world is just a physical dream of the past two years, and if he goes around in circles and returns to the real world of Blue Star, he can go to the company tomorrow to demonstrate the squid cooking skills on site.
Putting aside the knowledge of mysticism and strange languages in my mind, and putting aside the memory of a bunch of art works by masters from other worlds, I just rely on my current "great" level piano and conductor skills, or just the "giant"
The compilation and publication of the two symphonies "Resurrection" and "Resurrection" are enough to open the door to teaching positions at the top music schools on the Blue Star.
The DingTalk and WeChat pop-ups on the top of the phone are still popping up with shocking private chat inquiries from colleagues and angry @questions from leaders.
The matter of extending sincere greetings to the people's entrepreneurs did not cause any psychological fluctuations for Fan Ning now, but he still stared at his mobile phone and frowned.
"So rich in details? I won't really go back to Blue Star, right?"
If so, it is undoubtedly a bit absurd that such profound musical and occult knowledge from the old industrial world... can be obtained in a dream at a Bach concert.
Those memories were too huge, too complicated, too systematic, and even more unforgettable. If this was a dream, he felt it was even more ridiculous than when he examined his memories on the Blue Star when he first traveled through time.
That's why I feel so vigilant despite being confused.
He got into the back seat of an online ride-hailing car.
Rather than exploring these details, there is another way after returning to rent a house, and you may have a greater chance of discovering something.
Dream.
It was almost midnight, and cars were speeding on the viaduct.
The city lights retreated like shuttles, and half of the crescent moon hung high in the night sky.
For a moment of trance, Fan Ning saw a small gap on the surface of the moon and blinked at himself.
A heart-stopping feeling of terror shot through his body, and he shook his head suddenly, but nothing unusual was seen when he raised his head again.
Looking back on the feeling just now, it was like an illusion between the clouds and the changing lights.
"From ancient to modern language, the meaning of 'no' has gone through a long and rich change..."
Inexplicable thoughts of the past flashed through her mind, and Fan Ning looked away from the car window and fell on the playlist in her hand.
Bach's last work in his creative career can also be regarded as the last time he heard it live at Blue Star's concert before he traveled back in time.
"The Art of Fugue" has a total of 22 pieces (songs), all of which are developed based on an extremely simple theme in D minor. Bach seems to want to explore all the possibilities of counterpoint writing with limited materials and inspiration.
, it is not composed for any specified instrument, and only expresses purely abstract musical relationships. The performance method of "Tonight" is a string quartet or piano trio.
If the "Gothenburg Variations" are a magnificent musical cathedral, then "The Art of Fugue" should be the pearl of light embedded in the dome.
The final summary of artistic exploration is regarded as the highest peak in the history of human polyphonic music.
But it is a pity that the 22nd fugue finale, which is the most touching, the most grand and profound, and the most divine, is in an unfinished state.
In later generations, countless music masters and scholars tried to complete Article 22, and several supplementary versions were produced, but without exception, they were unable to continue its strong divinity and bring this work to the perfect ending.
This is one of the biggest regrets in the history of human music. Every time he hears the moment when the note suddenly stops, Fan Ning sighs that this is the "most desperate thing in his life that will never be achieved".
Every time I think of "The Art of Fugue", countless thoughts flow through my heart.
But he thought of something at the same time, unlocked his phone again, and opened the WeChat chat interface with his father Fan Chenxun.
"Bach [like] [like]"
Before the concert started, after taking pictures of the set list, Fan Chenxun's last reply was still this one at 7:45 tonight.
When I scrolled up, I saw that the record was exactly the same as the one I saw when I was lying in the Santa Ramburg City College Hotel.
Including sentences that are specious and can be far-fetchedly interpreted as veiled reminders.
Perhaps the only difference is that after clicking on the position posted by Fan Chenxun on June 24, you can now see your position and its relative direction.
Fan Ning originally organized some concise and concise words, but after typing about ten words, he seemed to have considered some concerns and deleted them all.
Not all places are crazy about infrastructure. In places like Himachal Pradesh in South Asia, the area and strength of signal coverage are basically a mystery. The place where he paints is even more remote. Ever since Fan Chenxun left the country, he has lost contact from time to time.
It's normal. It's hard to find him at the right time. You usually have to find his time.
Fan Ning's subconscious analysis and explanation still acquiesced that he had returned to Blue Star.
The car window was slightly opened, and the cold wind was still blowing in.
"Ding ding dong~"
Someone sent me a WeChat message, but it wasn't Fan Chenxun.
The note is titled "The 1x Band's First Mention of Chen Na".
"[position]"
"Senior Fan Ning, I drank some wine at the class reunion and felt a little uncomfortable... Could you come and pick me up?"
Fan Ning frowned and flipped through the chat history between himself and this school girl.
The avatar is a two-dimensional anime avatar that I think looks pretty good;
The positioning is the KTV positioning that I am familiar with around the school;
The interactive mode is also a mode that I am more familiar with.
He entered his family group, entered keywords in the search box, and found a health subscription article that had been posted by his seventh aunt and his eighth aunt, "Free collection! Fifteen ways to quickly cure hangovers passed down from the ancestors of a 90-year-old traditional Chinese medicine practitioner."
Then I shared it with this lovely school girl.
The other person responded with a crying emoji.
Fan Ning didn't see anything wrong.
"Could it be that when I turned back from the ruins passage of the 'Great Palace School', I was pulled into a dream by some being using the 'gel membrane' as a medium? If the opponent's position is too much higher than mine, use my inner
It is entirely possible that memory creates dreams, and it can also explain why I cannot summon the invisible power..."
After trying to "contact" Fan Chenxun without success, he temporarily locked the screen of his phone and closed his eyes to think.
"Ding ding dong~"
About more than an hour later, WeChat, which had gradually become silent, sounded a notification sound again.
Fan Ning opened his eyes, picked up his phone and unlocked it again.
The note is titled "Xu Xinyi, the singing partner of the 1x chorus".
"Hi, senior, can I ask you a question?"
"[picture]"
"Do you know whose work this is? It seems to be a shortened piano score or something..."
"[animated emoticon]"
Although it was quite late, this other cute school girl's correct way of chatting gave Fan Ning a slight desire to reply.
He clicked on the screenshot, scrolled and took a few glances. Although the picture was too partial, he quickly replied with six words: