Movement 4: Humanity Tells Me (11): Undying Nectar (2-in-1)
Soon, melodious singing came from the piano room.
"Teacher, it's still very hot. Can it be cooler?"
Luna, who was lying on the wicker chair with her eyes drooped, kicked her feet, stretched out her arms, and tried to reach the folding fan placed beside her head.
"It's not the temperature. No matter how low it is, you will get sick. It's because the ultraviolet light from the sun is too strong."
Fan Ning did not continue to increase the retrograde temperature. He stood up and walked to the window, staring at the blood-red curtain through which the sun filtered.
The closer we get to the peak of summer, the hotter the temperature in the South becomes, and this is the case every year.
Fan Ning didn't have a thermometer at hand, and the temperature measurement algorithm in this world was slightly different from that in his previous life. However, judging from his somatosensory intuition, the temperature when he traveled with the caravan was hovering between 38-40 degrees, and now it is likely to have exceeded
It's 42 degrees. In a place with humid air and heavy rainfall, it does feel very hot.
So in the past few days since returning from the Paragodos Islands, Luna's physical and mental state has become more and more tired. Basically, she has no desire to move until night, which is the case every year. After the hottest weather, the sunshine is strongest.
It will get better after the peak.
"Is there any opinion from the people or the church about the origin of the 'Shameless Man'?" Fan Ning walked to her wicker chair.
"The touch of 'Fanghui Poet' cannot care for the 'helpless blood'." The little girl's answer was the same as when they met.
Although her whole body felt weak and her skin felt uncomfortable everywhere, she still sat up as quickly as possible when she saw the teacher coming to talk to her.
Fan Ning nodded slightly again, but this time he was thinking a little more.
Instead of relying on "Fanghui Poet" to touch, is there any other way?
After all, this set of beliefs is not popular in the Northern and Western Continents, but the majority of residents still have healthy and normal skin and hair color.
"Stand up for a moment." Fan Ning said.
"What's wrong, teacher?" The little girl stood up as instructed.
"Stay closer to me." Fan Ning closed his eyes and felt it for a while before speaking again.
"Oh..." Luna immediately took two steps closer, raised her head and then lowered her head.
Fanning began to outline in his mind the paintings that occupied the color storage space of the "Fountain of Paintings", including five paintings by Vincent and one by Cumier. He did not dare to recall "The Room of Pain".
After feeling a strange response, he tried to reproduce this sense of certainty and confirmation in the other little girl.
"Wow——" Inspiration is consumed like opening a floodgate to release water.
A magical scene appeared.
The little girl's face regained its light red color, her hair and eyelashes gradually became darker, and even her pale pink pupils began to turn gray-brown!
Big beads of sweat began to appear on Fan Ning's forehead.
Without enough time to be surprised by the teacher's behavior, Luna was now shocked by some invisible changes in her feelings.
She felt that the usually intimidating sunshine became amiable, all the organisms around her were breathing, and some kind of trembling heat was rising in her spirit.
And those skills or knowledge that teachers usually teach, which I think are difficult to master, the understanding of harmonic functions, the relationship between intervals, the pronunciation skills of singing, the technical difficulties of guitar... I seem to have vaguely figured out something.
, I want to urgently verify it on the spot!
The color spread rapidly downwards, and the scars on her neck caused by the scorching sun began to become smooth in texture and even in color.
In less than a few breaths, from the chest to the arms, from the legs to the ankles, the originally sickly pale skin turned into a blood-colored and warm texture.
But Fan Ning turned pale instead, and at the next moment he stopped insisting on such intense consumption, and a few big drops of sweat fell to the ground.
Luna's skin and hair began to lose color again.
Fan Ning was thinking, and he felt that his guess was in the right direction. Although the "Fanghui Poet" could not touch a "lost person" like Luna, there were other ways to restore her health. No witness is omniscient and omnipotent.
It is indispensable.
For example, the "Fountain in Painting" controls all the profound and rich colors, which is also his area of expertise.
But I didn't use it thoroughly enough, so it became a temporary recovery.
It may be that the color of the phase is missing, it may be that my strength has not yet broken through that important level, or it may be both.
"Teacher, there is something under your feet!" Luna suddenly exclaimed, interrupting Fan Ning's thinking.
"What?" Fan Ning lowered his head immediately.
But I only saw my white cloth shoes and the colorful oak floor with rococo-style patterns.
"Maybe I saw it wrong..." The little girl's next sentence sounded confused.
"Just now it felt like something cracked or melted. Uh, no, it just felt like you stepped on something shaky and damaged, and then something like blood was squeezed out.
…”
She couldn't describe exactly what it was.
Fan Ning pondered for a moment and said, "Go out with me for a walk."
If we say that since the "Awakening Chant" in 875 of the New Calendar, Vienne's "Prelude to the Afternoon of the Faun" has added some variables to midsummer, and even involves "Miss Scarlet" or the so-called "Auspicious Time"...
In the case that there may be problems in the southern continent, the "discolored people" are a group of beings that even the "Fanghui Poet" cannot touch. Is it really because of their limited qualifications and lost spirituality?
Is it possible that... it's a kind of subconscious self-protection? After returning from this trip to the islands, Fan Ning had strange thoughts in his mind one after another.
"Okay." Luna yawned again.
"Remember to take your umbrella. If you find anything special, you can tell me." Fan Ning wiped the sweat from his face with a towel moistened with warm water.
"Okay!" The little girl picked up the small black umbrella hanging on the wall and pushed out the door amidst the melodious singing coming from next door.
Her appearance changed back to pale skin, snow-white hair and pale pink pupils.
Although she couldn't see her appearance, she felt that those magical feelings she had before were also lost.
Those confusing questions that wanted to be thought about clearly began to wear a veil and a sense of restraint, and the sunshine that made people approach and jump seemed to reveal its formidable intensity again.
Compared with the immediate recovery of the appearance, this inner flow is very slow, and it will take a long time to be completely lost, but she wants to hold on to it and not let it go.
The two walked side by side, and Fan Ning also hugged the guitar.
He looked at everything around him and glanced at the little girl from time to time.
A little further away from the cast and crew aisle, the staff were squatting or sitting, holding plates in their hands that were bigger than their faces and devouring the food.
The seafood noodles, meat, eggs, and sausages piled up into a hill.
Stepping out of the side door of the National Opera House, the sun poured down violently, and the sounds of pedestrians and vehicles flooded into my ears.
"Teacher, where should we mainly go shopping?" When we reached the first intersection, Luna turned sideways and raised her face.
"Whatever." Fan Ning thought for a moment and then said, "How much money do we have left?"
...Mr. Scheler never seems to understand this problem. No, he has never paid attention to it.
Luna once again marveled at the teacher's calmness and ease. Then she raised her bulging little money bag and roughly confirmed it again:
"Teacher, I brought about 70 pounds of gold coins here. What you deposited with me plus mine totals about 1,400 pounds."
"Oh, why so many?"
"Many high-ranking people insisted on coming to give you gifts, but you ignored them."
"Then why did you still give it away?"
"There are a few of them you asked to come to me."
"Oh, I didn't pay attention to what they said to me." Fan Ning walked into an elegantly decorated water bar, made a row of cold drinks on the counter, took a large cup, and cut the store's cut on the porcelain plate.
All the good fruit pieces were poured in, "Then you go to the store today and go back after spending the 70 pounds you have."
"Ah! 70 pounds is too much, I won't be able to spend it all in a while." Luna said in surprise, but Fan Ning had already walked out with a bottle full of cold drinks, leaving the owner of the water bar staring at her.
and waiter.
She smiled sheepishly and quickly paid the bill. After bowing, she quickly followed the teacher.
After walking on the street for a while, Luna said: "Teacher, that store just now..."
"Have you made any strange discoveries?" Fan Ning held the guitar and looked straight ahead.
"Strange discovery? I'm not sure, I just think their store is a bit rundown..."
"A bit broken?"
"Well, there are cracks in some places and water seepage on the ground, but they are very small. Maybe they are not repaired because of financial constraints."
"possible."
Fan Ning played a few guitar songs in a flower-filled square.
There were many people watching, and several girls couldn't hide their admiration and desire in their eyes, and they stepped forward to chat with him.
"Did you think the street scene there just now was good?" After walking a few hundred meters away, he asked again.
"The flowers are quite beautiful, but they are not planted evenly."
"Not even?"
"There are several empty pieces in the middle. In fact, the municipal government should repair them in time during the tourist season." Luna said and looked back again.
"Hey, maybe my eyesight is dazzled, but the effect is not bad when you look at it like this."
The two of them shopped for several hours, and Luna bought some flowers, snacks, small perfumes and trinkets, which only cost less than 30 pounds.
The sun was hanging low on the horizon, and the heat was still fierce. Fan Ning saw that she was getting tired again and motioned to go back to the opera house.
Generally speaking, she seemed to notice some strange details at first, but then they disappeared and everything was normal.
"Teacher, this probably has something to do with my not being in good spirits. It's easy to have hallucinations in summer. After the hottest time, I won't be so tired when I go out to accompany you." Luna saw that Fan Ning seemed a little worried and thoughtful,
I kept explaining on the way home.
"It's okay, I'm thinking about other things." Fan Ning walked in front.
Another row of men and women squatted on both sides of the aisle, swallowing food in a hurry, and pouring boiled water down their throats to wash away the blocked food.
The grassroots workers in these theaters are the hardest working. Their eating, sleeping, and resting schedules are completely irregular, and they can only work with each other to take turns to rest.
"Teacher, good news!" After returning to the cast and crew suite, An stood in front of him with a quick step, her eyes shining blue.
"What?" Fan Ning asked with a smile.
"1580 copies!"
"Oh, records?"
"That's right! Teacher, do you really not need your own share? In this way, Mr. Walter and I each have 5%, and with a price of 10 pounds, I will have an income of more than 3,000 pounds! This is really, so unreal, our family
The Chamber of Commerce's total profit from the 'Flower Ceremony' supply this year was only over 10,000 pounds..."
"In the past few years that I have been living in the South, I have only earned a total of more than three thousand pounds." Walter walked out of the piano room holding the music score.
"Are you almost ready for the evening?" Fan Ning asked.
"There is still some time, and if I practice intensive exercises with Mr. Walter on the weak parts, I will definitely win this year's nomination award," An said.
"Are you still looking at the nomination award?" Fan Ning shook his head and smiled, "You should set a goal similar to Walter..."
What he meant was that the "Awakening Chant", which has huge uncertainties, and the matter of producing "lion-forging" musicians has been settled, and the famous singer competition only created "blade wielders".
"But teacher, Brother Walter is a famous conductor!" Miss Nightingale curled her lips, "He comes from the Janus orthodox, and his conducting, composing, and piano are all at the top level in his profession. Among the music families in the Western Continent, he is still a top performer.
The starting point before meeting you, the leader, is already the end point I want to fight for. I am just a young lady from a merchant family with some vocal talent and financial strength."
"Originally, I was only 30% sure of getting nominated this year. I only gained so much confidence after meeting my teacher. However, with Miss Renilla participating this time, it's hard to shake the famous singer's seat..."
"Sister, I remember that Master Lucter had a very good impression of you." Luna couldn't help but remind her at this time, "Moreover, the teacher's music is the best in the world, even 'Fanghui Poet' is the same
Respond in advance, and Mr. Walter will also play the accompaniment for you!"
"But it's a pity that the 'Fanghui Poet' will not pay attention to the famous singer competition like it responded to the 'Awakening Song'." An said with a soft smile, "What plays a decisive role here is the public's admiration for the singers.
It is difficult for me to win over the "bouquet of flowers" in the hands of most judges and audiences, but Miss Cuckoo has countless supporters and admirers. Her teacher Senesino is also good at praising pleasure and quenching thirst in poems...
"
"Renilla is still competing?" Fan Ning asked specifically at this time.
"Of course." An nodded, and then said solemnly: "Teacher, I don't mean to have stage fright, and I will definitely show you my best self! I'm just afraid that you will be disappointed this time. I am too young, and my reputation and
The accumulation of skills is not enough. In fact, I think Miss Renilla was not as good as me four or five years ago. With enough time, I will definitely become a famous singer before the age of 20..."
"You must be right about what you said next." Fan Ning commented on her statement with a smile.
But he realized something was fishy.
What the hell is the Special Patrol Office doing?
It stands to reason that the Special Patrol Office and the church have been ahead of him in several actions. They should know better than themselves that these two people will have entanglements with Happy Listening.
This kind of complete, formal, influential concert with religious and folk colors allows people who are involved with the "Red Pond" to go up and express their inspiration and attract attention. There must be some unknown risks, or
In order to achieve certain goals that will help him continue to be promoted by the evil god.
Why wasn't her qualification suspended?
Moreover, the women who participated in the private salon in the bath that day seemed to be the type of Renilla, with good talent and beauty, charming manners, and a large number of ladies... Fan Ning once again realized that Marseille Negu had always been like this before.
This point of "criticism".
At this time, the sound of a staff member knocking on the door came from outside:
"Miss Nightingale, the order you drew in the first round of the finals was No. 1."