Chapter 352 First Movement Poems of Awakening (29): Ban, Enter
Fan Ning gently wrapped the purple string around his wrist, and its texture in the relaxed state became soft and delicate again.
Marseille Negu might never have imagined that the only thing he saw about the so-called high rank of "Chi" was still a fake.
The phase mysteries involved in the remains of the "Fountain in the Painting" include "key", "cocoon" and "evolution". The abstract meaning of "cocoon" includes life and harmony, thus bringing rich and magnificent colors, while "evolution" makes
Fanning can use these colors to disguise his appearance and spiritual phase.
As for the application of the "key", Fan Ning has not figured it out yet.
"Mr. Scheler, are you in a better mood?" An served Fan Ning a bowl of mushroom soup.
"I'm not in a bad mood." Fan Ning laughed brightly when he took it, but the melancholy love poems he sang obviously failed to make An believe his apparent expression.
She pursed her lips and thought for a while, then looked around again. Suddenly her eyes lit up and she pointed at the coconut tree:
"Hey! Let's ask Mr. Chef to add a meal! This will definitely bring a better mood!"
Everyone followed the gesture and saw several large coconut crabs on it. Some were next to the coconut. They used their crab claws to pry open the green shell bit by bit, cut off the mashed pulp and put it into their mouths. There were also
Several of their appendages are firmly hooked on the bark of the tree, and they are slowly climbing down the tree.
One of the many gifts from "Fanghui Poet".
"I'll do it." Camilla asked someone to set up a ladder, climbed up with her long and tight legs, and wrapped a thick rope around the tree trunk several times at a relatively high place.
Not long after, two coconut crabs, which were the fastest to get off the tree, hit the rope. They mistakenly thought they had reached the ground, so they let go of their claws and fell to the ground.
This is indeed interesting. Fan Ning temporarily stopped his meditation and smiled at Camilla's movements.
He was indeed a little hungry, and his appetite was aroused by the bowl of rich mushroom soup.
"Be careful, sister, this guy is very strong and can cut your wrists into pieces." An warned.
"Don't worry." Camilla raised her hand playfully, removed the rope, then jumped back to the ground with a few light and lively steps.
The coconut crab is too big and its carapace is too thick. In the ecological environment of the southern continent, it has almost no natural enemies as an adult. However, for humans, because its speed is too slow, it is basically a threat as long as it does not seek death.
There are zero creatures, and they are also very easy to catch.
Even if you don't see it on the tree, sometimes you only need to open a sweet and fragrant coconut in the place where it appears, and it will appear on its own. This is considered by the people of the South as a small ceremony to pay homage to the "Fanghui Poet".
You can just take the gift away.
Several chefs and employees swarmed over them. After a simple cleaning, they fed them some coconut water mixed with alcohol, then tied them up and threw them into the boiler over the blazing fire.
"The heat is almost done. If you steam it again, it will be old." Not long after, Masai Negu signaled the cook to remove the boiler, and he used a short blade to roughly cut a few gaps in the red crab shells and joints.
After it cooled down a bit, he stretched out his hand and pressed lightly on the abdomen of the crab shell, and the fragrant and steaming crab roe trembled and opened.
"Everyone, please help yourself. After this summer, it will not be so easy to eat coconut crab." Masenegu shook his head and smiled, and started to enjoy the delicious food himself.
Fan Ning pulled off a huge crab claw and put the sweet and tender white meat into his mouth. The amount was very large, and it had a faint sweet fragrance of coconut. It was indeed quite satisfying, but he was a little disappointed with what Marseille Negu said.
Puzzled:
“Why is it not easy to eat after summer?”
Masai Negu used his carapace to pick at the semi-solid and semi-gelatinous plump crab roe, and once again took on a tone and look of "I am well-informed":
"It is expected that after this year's 'Flower Ceremony' comes to an end, the United Kingdom will officially issue a document in the name of the Gift Management Authority, and then ban private catching, slaughtering and trading of coconut crabs. Well, there are nearly ten gifts included in the control list this time.
species, including the 'drunkard bird' Tiya Wood Pigeon, which is also very popular on the dining tables of Tiya City citizens..."
"Oh, species protection." Fan Ning nodded. This was a relatively normal thing in his previous life. "Is it because the number of these animals is decreasing faster? However, the gift of 'Fanghui Poet' will also be eaten up."
?"
"It's the former situation you mentioned." Masenegu said, "But I can't answer the latter question. It stands to reason that His gifts are numerous and enthusiastic. In the past, it was generally believed that people ate coconut crabs or 'drunkard pigeons'
The behavior of eating coconuts and berries is the recognition and acceptance of blessings...
"Think about it, even for humans, so many people are eaten by beasts, sharks or piranha flowers in the rainforest or ocean every year. Eating and being eaten are the secrets of the 'pool' running, although I am not a 'flower'
But they also know the basic point of the doctrine. They will not think that these animals, plants, and insects die as a result. They just fall into the soil of the illusion garden, and one day they will bloom and bear fruit again in a relatively higher place.
…”
"But this time, that's the situation." The knight spread his hands, "Anyway, we won't let you catch him. We won't talk about religious theories, natural or man-made factors, maybe because everyone really ate too hard? Not only themselves, but
Is there a surge in export trade? Or is the subtle change in climate conditions leading to a decrease in product abundance?”
Chrétien agreed with some sympathy at this time: "In recent years, I can really feel that these gifts seem to be less numerous than before. The last time I saw a large group of coconut crabs on the beach when I was doing business was ten years ago.
However, travelers usually don’t need to eat so many coconut crabs. The current two are enough to feed a large group of us, and there are more coconuts on top of our heads... There is always something wrong with the authorities’ ban this time
It means neurotic."
"What about before?" Fan Ning asked.
"Before? How long ago?" Masenegu said. "You are also a poet and scholar who studies history. You should know that the Southern Continent during the 'Duchies' period produced some rare and valuable spices and minerals.
and ivory, but from the perspective of some historical data, the natural resources such as animals and plants at that time were very poor, and it was even called a 'painful land'..."
Fan Ning nodded slightly, he also had a general understanding of this.
At the end of the third period of history, with the disintegration of the Tulungarian dynasty, the first batch of refugees sailed southward, killing and conquering the indigenous people here, and enclosing the land and cities. This was the so-called history of the southern continent from the 1st to the 4th century of the New Calendar.
The period of 'The Principality of Chaos'.
At that time, the composition of the refugees going south was extremely complex. There were war refugees, pirate gangs, royal nobles who were hiding their wealth and trying to make a comeback, extremists from the Holy Sun Church, and esoteric organizations that fished in troubled waters. In addition, the indigenous people of this continent originally
They are also ferocious and barbaric people... You can imagine without describing how this group of people fought in the Southern Continent and how much they destroyed the already fragile natural ecology.
Even historians are often confused by the birth and death, evolution, and reorganization of relationships between forces and nations during the "Chaos Principality" period in the Southern Continent. Especially in the hundred years of the 4th century, the world was in chaos and its living conditions were in chaos.
It was so bad that people from the other two continents simply scorned it. At that time, there was a saying that "it would be better to drift in the sea than to settle in the South"...
It stands to reason that if this mess is to be brought to an end, even if a great hero emerges, it will have to go through a long, dark and painful process.
But later on, the situation suddenly changed for the better. Not only did the chaotic situation come to an end quickly, but even the ecological environment suddenly improved.
The same is true for the words of Marseille: "...After the establishment of the United Principality of Feton, especially after the official establishment of the state religion status of Fanghui Temple in the middle of the 5th century, the rain suddenly began to become abundant, and even natural conditions such as mountains, rivers, and ocean currents occurred.
A strange change for the better, which ushered in an explosion of products. Then... everyone has been eating like this, so the current ban, hey, this is really the first time in the history of the United Principality."
Seeing Fan Ning's deep thought expression, he shook his head and smiled indifferently: "But to tell the truth, 'gangsters rob caravans on the road' is also prohibited by the authorities. The Gift Management Bureau said that they have some concerns about gifts.
It is a means of tracking or revelation, but this does not prevent some people from continuing to eat it, and it does not prevent you from often seeing tied coconut crabs or hung Tiya wood pigeons on the black market.”
"Enjoy the delicious food, friends." He sneered again and uncovered a piece of crab carapace filled with roe. "If those guys are really capable, how could there be so many people in the world who lick toads and eat mushrooms..."
The delicious food, aroma and chat made the mood happy again. The two trainee troubadours could not help but play the musical instruments in their hands, and people with several bonfires wandered and swayed together. At this time, An glanced at Fan Ning, who had empty hands, and suddenly
Remembered something.
"By the way, Scheler, wait a minute." She got up and ran quickly to her carriage.
Fan Ning looked at the girl's back in surprise, and then she ran over carrying a guitar.
"Well, I bought it the night I set out, and yours just happened to be broken."
...Great, the musical instrument used by Mr. Scheele can finally be upgraded!
Luna was a little happy, but when she turned around and looked at it, she was stunned on the spot:
"Sister, why did you also buy a plywood guitar?"
"Ah, isn't this the recent trend?" An Zai asked in surprise.
Luna was not sure of the answer for a moment, and looked at her brother Trowa inquiringly.
Trova glanced at the two apprentice bards again.
After the song ended, Philly coughed lightly. He couldn't understand what happened when the little girl took Scheele to buy a piano. "Well, Mr. Scheler's understanding of the classical guitar instrument may be different from ours."
So much the same..."
It's indeed different, in his case it's percussion. Masai Negu picked up the mushrooms in the bowl and nodded in agreement.
"Thank you." Fan Ning took the guitar and, as before, removed the D string and replaced it with his own.
They were still observing Fan Ning's movements curiously.
Mr. Scheele seemed to like it very much, maybe because it was brought from a shipwreck. But Luna knew clearly that when she just plucked it, she thought it was just an ordinary string, except that the color was a little special...
"Schele, can I ask you a question?" As the person who presented the piano, An sat calmly on the other side of him this time.
"Usually you can't say 'no' in this sentence pattern." Fan Ning alternately plucked the open strings and tuned the 12th fret.
Is this a common truth-telling part of travel banquets!? I like it!! Luna sat up straight.
"What were the girls you loved before?" An asked the question, and then quickly added, "Well, this is a bit straightforward, but it is not a simple exploration of love history in the eyes of ordinary people... It can be considered art.
Yes, it’s an artistic question!… I think there must be a lot of people curious about what kind of images Mr. Scheler had in mind when he played and sang those melancholy love poems.”
Fan Ning blinked when he heard the words, thinking about what kind of answer could fit the current character, and at the same time avoid digging pits for himself that would "derail the next path". Since the inspection of potential musicians from the Special Inspection Hall will come sooner or later,
Then every impression of the people around you will constitute important reference information from their perspective.
"First of all, it must be a good-looking girl!" Camilla raised her hand playfully.
"Youth and vitality must be very important." Seeing the eldest sister's cooperative efforts to liven up the atmosphere, An immediately answered the question herself.
"You should be talented." Luna added in a low voice.
"The title, the title of my family is very high, at least starting as a count, and there is no upper limit for becoming a duke." Massenegu continued to pull the mushrooms in the bowl.
Your stereotype is a bit heavy...
"You've finished talking, what do I say?" Fan Ning shook his head, then smiled slowly, "Of course I can't resist beautiful girls with outstanding artistic talents. Are there any men who don't fall into this cliché?
?”
Seeing that several girls wanted to ask questions immediately, he changed the topic and lowered his head with a melancholy smile:
"...However, no matter how beautiful a girl is, she cannot blaspheme the supreme art of music in my mind. If the girl I admire sings out of tune or plays a phrase incorrectly, my affection for her will be lost.
It will disappear without a trace, and it may even turn into hatred.”
Very good, a witty answer. Fan Ning felt somewhat complacent in his heart. He not only made a completely different distinction than before, but also took the power of definition into his own hands to avoid digging a potential hole for himself when faced with inspections in the future.
"One" pit.
It's not up to me to decide how the phrases are played correctly...
"I can sing!" An immediately raised her chest and raised her hands confidently after hearing this.
Fan Ning looked at her in surprise, and then Trova spoke: "It's true. An's voice is recognized in the Chamber of Commerce circles in Missing City as having a nice voice. The great Mr. Scheler, I guess it's because of you."
He always played and sang by himself in a 'professional' manner, which resulted in our An never having a chance to perform."
Seeing everyone around him nodding, An smiled with dimples: "Right, brother, eh, and you, you should introduce my nickname to Scheler, the nickname I have had since I was a child."
"Her name is 'Miss Nightingale'." Luna whispered.
The little girl's tone was a bit envious, because she had never had the confidence or talent in this area. She was so nervous that her heart was pounding when she played a guitar chord in front of Mr. Scheele.
"So, Miss Nightingale, what do you want to sing?" Fan Ning couldn't help but feel interesting.
""Spring Dream", song 11 of "Winter Journey"." An winked at him, "Let me do it again, I like this one the best."
Fan Ning immediately dialed up the flowing 6/8 beat accompaniment, and used four measures of sweet and graceful ornamental melody as the introduction.
An was still sitting casually on the ground hugging her knees. She just moved her chin away from her knees, leaned back slightly, opened her chest, and sang along with the song:
"I dream of colorful flowers,
Those are the flowers of May;
I dream of green grass,
There are birds singing everywhere..."
The flames reflected her upturned red-gold face, and the soprano's voice was pure, delicate and light, as crystal clear as clear jade.
After the song ended, Fan Ning stood up and patted the fine sand on his body. His voice was filled with melancholy and admiration: "Miss Nightingale is indeed great. Those berries are yours to enjoy. I am a little tired. I wish not only Luna but also you tonight."
Good night."
Ann looked up at the orange fruits among the branches and leaves, and found that they were far away from the redness that Scheler himself sang. She shouted with a happy expression: "Mr. Scheler, you should tell me the shortcomings!"
"You might as well think about it yourself first." Fan Ning's figure slipped into the car and disappeared.
In his dream that night, he passed through the restless sleeping images and slowly drifted down to the stage of Qiming Church.
The golden mist here is solemn and quiet, and everything has returned to its original brightness and holiness.
In the flames of the rows of burning candlesticks, there were a lot of dreams dancing with thoughts. Fan Ning felt uneasy and complicated for some reason. At first, he wanted to directly throw in the thread of inspiration, but he retracted his hand.
After Lian Meng, there were too many strange things that needed review and analysis, and there was no room left for emotions.
Fan Ning jumped off the stage and took a seat in the middle of the first row of mahogany benches.
He began to sort out all the events in his side over the past few days, starting from the first moment he opened his eyes in that dream after falling into the tampered return passage.
This nightmare was really extremely realistic and extremely special. After Fan Ning encountered the time-travel incident, it was not that he had never had dreams related to Blue Star in his previous life, but even if he used the dream control method, he had never had such a strange experience.
Moreover, it is filled with a lot of information and many doubts.
The control of dream control is always limited. In a dream, whether it is the "plot" of the environment or the "direction" of one's own actions, it is difficult to say how much control one has.
The inspiration in Qiming Church was unusually high. He replayed picture after picture in his mind, taking out every detail of the dream and examining it.
The last concert, Bach's "The Art of Fugue"...
In the taxi, the moon blinks inexplicably, and the meaning of "noon" is inexplicably imagined...
I am eager to know the unknown existence of the details of the Shostakovich composition in the audio fragment...
The blood-red light of the corridor, the help of "Sicilian Dance"...
The last scene in the dream is the gradually rising red water in the closed space...
Photos of "Fountain in Painting" sent to Fan Chenxun...
Fan Ning sat in silence. After combing it for a long time, he finally took a deep breath and raised his hand.
The tangible light golden thread of inspiration was thrown into the flames of the candlestick in the corridor.