Chapter 41: The Enlightenment of Mirrors and Water Waves
Under the dim light, the reflection of things on the mirror sunk in the basin is not very clear.
In the oscillation of the water surface, fragments of various scenes are constantly arranged and combined, jumping and tumbling.
Qiong squatted by the water basin and bent over, holding the hem of her skirt with one hand, and covering the straight neckline of her blouse with one hand, and put her face close to the water to observe carefully.
"I can't see anything, it's too messy." Fan Ning stood nearby and looked curiously, "But the reflections of these scenery are indeed not the surrounding scenery... This is a bit strange."
"Eh?~~~~~~??" Qiong's voice was clear and confused, and it dragged on for a long time.
"Impossible, what's going on?"
"The investigation is wrong. These two seniors have never been here?"
"Or was it disturbed by some factors?"
Joan muttered to herself, then stood up and looked at Fan Ning, her tone seemed a little tired, a little embarrassed, and a little aggrieved: "Caron, I may have made a mistake somewhere, do you want to wait for me to try again?"
once."
"Wait a minute." Fan Ning squatted next to the basin.
He imagined the spherical inspiration "field" formed by the expansion of his three beams of light after the intersection, wrapping the water and mirror in front of him with a richer and more viscous force.
The inspiration of the third-level knowledgeable person was fully activated. Under the rapid burning, the light golden light in Fan Ning's eyes turned into incandescent color.
He felt that some of the spots or layers attached to the jumping scene fragments on the water surface had faded, dissolved, and peeled off.
Amidst the trembling of the sparkling water, the man in black dress in the mirror plays the piano...
The camera switched, and on the stand next to the piano, there were men and women singing, wearing black dresses or white dresses, with sheet music unfolded in their hands...
The camera switched, and there were some people sitting in the audience listening to the rehearsal. There were only about twenty or thirty people, basically sitting in the first three rows...
The camera switched, the rehearsal ended, the men and women dispersed, some walked off the stage, and some of the audience came on the stage, everyone chatted with each other...
The camera switched, and the boy in black dress and the girl in white dress were sitting in the first row of the auditorium, chatting and laughing with each other, and even yawned and stretched themselves out...
The camera switched, and one after another there were three or four people sitting in front of the piano playing for their own entertainment. Since the clothes were relatively homogeneous, it was not sure whether they included the performers who had rehearsed before. There were also a few people watching and chatting around the piano.
Some people also left the stage...
The camera switched and the scene quickly turned dark, as if the lights in the concert hall were turned off.
Then a human face appeared.
An inexplicable colder wind blew by.
"I'll go." Fan Ning, who was squatting next to him, was so frightened that he almost sat down on the ground. Later, he realized that it was his own face.
Looking back at the candles on the altar, they had all been extinguished.
Fan Ning fell into deep thought.
Joan immediately began to tidy up the altar and clean up the items, looking very serious.
After a few minutes, she asked Fan Ning: "You were so serious later, did you see something?"
Fanning briefly recounted several scenes.
"Why can't I see clearly? It's strange." Joan tilted her head and twirled her fingers in her hair, "Caron, this trick of mine never worked before. It's true."
Fan Ning picked up the basin and put a rag on it: "You may not have slept well recently, Qiong."
"It's possible. I ate too many snacks recently, very late at night." Qiong flattened her mouth.
After putting everything back in place, the two of them walked out of the conservatory. It was already dark.
"Why did you come to see me today?" Qiong raised her head and looked at Fan Ning.
"Don't you want to go to Marchioness McAdam's music salon on Saturday? So I'm going to make an appointment with you to rehearse a piece and perform it at the salon, and I'll also call Sheeran."
"Okay, okay, which piece? Do you want me to play the flute?" Joan agreed happily.
"It's not the flute." Fan Ning shook his head, "I'm writing a string quartet. You said last time that you also studied violin concurrently. I want you to play the second violin and Sheeran to play the first violin."
"Wow, you wrote a complete, multi-movement serious chamber music work? Caroln, you are really interesting. You are worthy of being a young composer!" Joan's dark eyes shone, "The viola
And the cellist?”
"You will know each other by then." Fan Ning said, "Come and meet us after class tomorrow afternoon, and I will share the score with everyone first."
"Okay, where are we going?"
"Let's see which of the small chamber music halls in the conservatory can be used."
Qiong lowered her chin with green-white fingers and thought for a moment: "By the way, our hospital should have reserved Hall 4 for the whole day tomorrow, but under normal circumstances we won't rehearse until night, so just go here?"
Fan Ning nodded: "That's the best. Who did you learn your Tulungarian from?"
"Eh? You can hear it. I learned it from Xilan. She and Uncle Anton both understand this language."
By the way, Teacher Anton has researched ancient languages, and Xilan is also a lover of history books... Fan Ning remembered this.
It seems that when I learn ancient languages in the future, I don’t have to look far away. I just don’t know where Xilan’s level is.
It should be more than enough to get you started, right?
Joan asked: "What are your thoughts on the scenes you just saw during the ceremony?"
Fan Ning frowned and thought: "Some of the properties of the scene must be similar, but we can still find similarities."
"First of all, the environment is in such a chamber music hall. They gather first and then disperse one after another. In addition to being on the stage, the person involved also listened to the performance off the stage."
"But these similarities are too general and there are no particularly noteworthy details. These are scenes that can easily occur in rehearsals, performances, and teaching activities..."
Qiong nodded: "Do you feel that among the parties involved in this incident, you are the most special one."
Fan Ning said: "Of course, I'm still alive."
Because I have traveled through time, otherwise I would still be wearing a lab coat and moving bricks in the urban-rural fringe.
"No, also, you encountered the accident on the spot, and they all had accidents after they returned, including Professor Anton."
Fan Ning nodded slightly: "Okay, this can be considered a special point. But I think I need to go back to the scene I experienced at that time to find out if there is anything in common between the two, otherwise my memories alone will not be intuitive enough."
Joan said: "Then shall we go there now?"
Fan Ning shook his head: "I can't go. Chamber Music Hall No. 1 is a public teaching venue. I can't get the key. We can't do this ceremony during teaching hours. By the way, is there any time limit for it?"
Joan explained: "Of course, the closer the time is, the clearer it becomes. Within a week, the completeness and clarity will decline more gently, and then it will blur sharply, and in the end, only vague light, shadow or shape will remain."
"It's been four or five days now." Fan Ning counted, "I'll think of a way to see if there is a chance to arrange a ceremony in Hall 1. I'll do it today. Thank you."
"You're welcome, composer, I look forward to your masterpiece tomorrow." Qiong said goodbye to Fan Ning happily.
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At night, Professor Anton's small villa, living room on the first floor.
"Caron, I want to listen to Niemann's "Preludes"." Sheeran held a thick book and leaned on the sofa to read it.
"No time today." Fan Ning sat in front of the piano, but not facing the keyboard.
He writes furiously on a portable folding tablet hanging on his right hand side.
From time to time, I would turn around and try and confirm some fragments on the piano based on the contents of my memory.
Two rows of treble clefs for two violins, one row of alto clefs for the viola, and one row of bass clefs for the cello. On the string quartet score printing paper in groups of four rows, notes one by one appeared on the tip of Fanning's pen.
After picking up Xilan in the evening, Fan Ning told her about the rehearsal, and she happily asked for leave from all recent evening classes.
In an elementary grammar school with a rather strict management system, only a top academic like her could do so smoothly.
"I'm going back to my room, good night." After reading for more than an hour, Sheeran got up and went upstairs.
"Same as last night, if something unusual calls me, I will be in the living room tonight." Fan Ning stopped the pen in his hand.
"What should I do if I can't detect it?"
"Sleep peacefully, I can."
Although compared to yesterday, the two people were further apart in space.
But Fan Ning has enough confidence to detect any signs of trouble. His inspiration and intuition are extremely sharp now. If there are abnormal fluctuations in the phase, he will definitely wake up even in his sleep.
Rubbing his face and forehead, Fan Ning continued to write the string quartet until very late at night.
After completing the first two movements, he lay directly on the sofa for several hours.
The next day, there are classes all day.
After escorting Sheeran, Fanning went to the Conservatoire of St. Lenia.
Although he wrote until late at night yesterday, he still felt that his mental state was very good.
Wearing formal attire and carrying a briefcase, I arrived at the large lecture theater twenty minutes early.
Today is a public course for all senior students in the college. In the morning, it is "History of the Development of Music Aesthetics" and in the afternoon, it is "Introduction to Music Teaching Methods".
"There are a lot of people today. Everyone came very early."
Bright light, soft aroma, smooth wooden floor, spacious long black lacquer table.
Some people have already sat down, and some people are standing in groups chatting.
"The atmosphere today is a bit unusual, isn't it? Why are you all staring at me?"
After walking a few steps inside, Fan Ning suddenly felt something was wrong.