Movement Six: Love Tells Me (7): Flower Ceremony (2-in-1)
At eight o'clock in the evening, the host and guests gathered and sat in the red church.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!——" (Thanks to the harbinger of Baiyin Da Meng for your kind words)
Hundreds of gift tubes sprayed in unison, and colorful ribbons, petals and gold and silver foils fell from the air.
"Praise for midsummer!"
Today's host is Renilla, who is wearing a bright red dress.
There was thunderous applause and shouts of praise below.
Although she unexpectedly failed in the famous singer competition, Miss Cuckoo looked very happy tonight. With her appearance and talent, she was expected to serve as tonight's host of etiquette. Although she did not have many introductory words, she just stood up
Being in front of the stage is a refreshing sensory experience.
All the light arrays are turned on one after another like a shuttle. Starting from the farthest boundary of the field of vision, the shadows of the white and pink hand-plastered walls quickly melt away, while the reliefs and oil paintings interspersed between the vaults and columns are moving together.
Each one becomes full of luster.
Troy, the eldest son of the Chrétien family, also cheered and applauded along with the guests.
Wearing a suit and leather shoes, he was now feeling happy, excited and full of mixed emotions.
It was the first time he had the opportunity to attend the highest-level event in the United Kingdom. Moreover, thanks to the special status of his two sisters who were performing backstage, the seat he was invited to sit in was very close to the front, and the seats were adjacent to each other.
The guests are all gentlemen and ladies from large upper-class families.
Lady Vanessa, the daughter of the Duke of Falla, is just two meters away from the table across from Troy, and her husband sitting next to her is a wealthy celebrity from another principality - this combination is foreseeable and destined to happen.
things.
Since she became a married woman at the beginning of the year, occasions like today where we can meet each other, especially those at close range, have almost disappeared.
During more than two thousand acquaintances, Trowa, as the eldest son of the Chamber of Commerce family in the Misin City-state territory, was still using his achievements in expanding the territory of the Chamber of Commerce to express his admiration and loyalty to Vanessa, and he was still expressing his admiration and loyalty to Vanessa like so many admirers.
Like a subordinate, he continued to receive her praise and favor.
This is undoubtedly "palace love" and "elegant love".
If a thoughtful person uses this "tricky angle" to make statistics, he will find that among today's hosts and guests, the story of Troy and Vanessa is by no means an exception. There is a "palace love" here.
"The number of relationships is staggering.
It’s as if the invitation’s withering and filling mechanism has been selectively selected.
"You! Early masterpieces, darlings of creation
The pinnacle of all creation, the mountain ridges reddened by the morning glow, the opening divine stamens.”
Pleasant, soft, and fantasy-style music sounded.
In the first salute part of the "Flower Ceremony", the choir on the central podium began to perform an a cappella hymn.
The texts of these works are all written by Ben Jonson, the first poet laureate in the history of the South. The content mostly expresses the praise of floral creations and the pursuit of spiritual joy. As for the music, it comes from the excellent arrangements of later generations of musicians.
version, which is closer to the expression habits of romantic style.
As usual, the choir conductor is Archbishop Fields.
"You! hinges of light, corridors, steps, thrones,
A space made of essence, a shield condensed by joy, a stormy emotional turmoil
——In an instant, the only thing left is the clear mirror;
The sinews of the fox lilies open up one after another, on the edge of the hills, in the morning of the wilderness,
See the bright light from the sky, pouring into the full belly!"
The four accompaniment solos, duets, trios and canon rounds progressed step by step, and many audience members secretly nodded and clenched their fists in excitement.
Mr. Archbishop's processing style this year is different from the past. The speed is unusually fast and the intensity changes are very drastic, which is very consistent with their subconscious excitement.
"Hula——"
As the hymns progressed, all the flower-shaped candles on the gallery were lit.
The firelight danced on the light curved surface of the bench and table, and the marbles filled in the translucent interior seemed to light up, creating a colorful illusion against the dishes, cups and plates.
"I haven't seen you for a long time." A voice like the sound of nature came from the other side.
"ah!…"
The flattered Troy looked at the face lit by candlelight and was a little incoherent for a moment.
“It didn’t take long!…Haha.”
Vanessa actually raised her red wine glass towards him.
She was wearing an emerald green floral dress tonight, her eyes were filled with a dignified and gentle smile, and her tone seemed to be filled with sadness and slight annoyance:
"It's been a whole spring and summer. Where are the two songs you said you prepared for me?"
"I'm practicing, and I can sing it to you soon." Troy responded with a toast, remembering the agreement he made with her last winter while standing under the tower of the Duke of Falla's castle.
I felt a little sad for a while, but as the chat topic unfolded, I felt vaguely happy.
The only thing he didn't realize was that the current social scene was a little unusual - the lady's husband did not greet him together, but was alone talking and laughing with the lady on the other side. This did not seem to be in line with the upper class society.
Or social etiquette in the code of chivalry.
"Ding——" The two clinked glasses.
"Am I dressed well tonight?" Vanessa asked again.
"The trend of fashion... I think it looks very good, very good-looking."
The flawless white on her chest and shoulders was dyed wine red under the candlelight, flowing and rippling, making Troya feel dizzy.
"Sing to me soon, how fast is it?" The other party smiled and winked.
"Just next week, or, or tomorrow." Trowa picked up and put down the knife and fork on the empty plate in front of him, picked it up and put it down again.
Vanessa held a towel and wiped her red and delicate skin.
Trowa smelled the thrilling fragrance in the air.
It seems that an "essential oil" has been popular among ladies and noble ladies in recent months. He has also heard about it from other people. As a young and promising descendant of the Chretien Chamber of Commerce family, his social circle level
Although it is a bit low, it is inextricably linked to the upper class nobility.
"Does it have to be tomorrow?" Vanessa tilted her head with a smile, and a strand of slightly curly hair touched the tablecloth.
Trova, who was holding the wine glass, felt something in his heart and wanted to blurt out some words.
But the next moment, he felt something delicate and hot touching his ankle, and he couldn't help but subconsciously take a step back so that he could see the source of the warmth with his peripheral vision -
A scene that makes your heart almost stop instantly.
Under the long table, she actually stepped on her high heels.
Those delicate toes wrapped in smooth apricot silk stockings were passing between her calves at a slight distance.
…
On the center stage.
The second part has begun, which is the annual "Honoring and Knighting Ceremony" of the United Principality of Feton.
This year, more than twenty people were awarded titles. They first knelt down to accept Queen Eleanor's shoulder-to-shoulder ceremony with swords. Then, holding colorful bouquets picked by themselves, they climbed the steps and presented them to the huge golden-red "Feasting Beast".
Next to the bandstand.
The "guide" Masai Negou, dressed as a straight knight, is among them.
Moreover, among these Feton heroes who were awarded knighthoods this year, their positions are relatively high.
Because he spends more money.
In the past two years, everything has been going well, and his fortune has been good. Since the beginning of summer this year, he has received a series of big orders. From now on, he is already the Count of Marseille.
The third tribute part is a ceremonial dance performance. In addition to the lead singer and dancers, the church wind band and several traditional percussion instruments with folk flavor from South China also joined the queue.
"Your wealth is like layers of clothing,
A body wrapped in pure light;
But your petals also foretell,
The avoidance and rejection of any attire..."
Several charming aristocratic women in the upper class actually came on stage in person and led a gorgeous and southern-style court dance.
Their dance clothes and makeup were still dignified, but more dancers only wore cool gauze, covering key parts with flowers and leaves, jumping up and down on the stage, creating groups of passionate and fiery performances.
Dance postures that highlight the energetic body.
The guests were fascinated and felt a certain excitement rising.
Those under the skirts of "courtly love" have completely straight eyes.
I miss you day and night, and my unforgettable sweetheart dances on the stage where everyone is watching!
Falling in love, infatuation, admiration, loss, panic and confusion... There is also a certain subtle possessiveness in the love of the opposite sex that was once firmly suppressed by "elegant love", which seems to have begun to revive.
The attendants, who penetrated like swimming fish, had already begun to present the banquet.
Although this is the first part of the dish, it is an extremely important part of the ingredients for the "Hana Ceremony".
——All kinds of flower food, food made from dried flowers, flowers or candied pickled petals.
Their presentation method is consistent with the "small but exquisite" type. The process of eating is not only the eating itself, but also the connotation of playing, viewing, tasting cooking techniques and paying tribute to Fanghui's creations.
"I think we can try to establish a relationship with a certain lady or young lady first..."
"With my current status, it's still a bit difficult to break the damn 'court love', but the upward momentum is very promising."
"Who should I choose? The lady on the second right when I just left the stage may be the same as me."
The Count of Marseille was now satisfied with his wish, his face was glowing, and he had a great appetite.
He quickly finished the petals and preserved flowers on the plate.
At this time, musicians from the United Principality Festival Orchestra and two affiliated choirs began to enter.
The pivotal link, the musical ceremony that is the core of the 'Flower Ceremony', has finally arrived.
There are nearly two hundred elegant men and women in formal attire, accompanied by rows of gold and silver instruments. The momentum is undoubtedly very majestic, even close to the scene of the "Resurrection" premiere in the Northern Continent a few days ago.
During the applause, the attendants served two more rounds of delicacies, but the pitiful amount of presentation was quickly wiped out by Massenego.
The guests around him were killed just as quickly as him.
Marseille Negu felt that the unique sweet and sour flavor, as well as the crisp or dense texture, were very appetizing, but the portion was too small.
The more you eat, the hungrier you become.
He couldn't help but plan to urge the waiter to serve more quickly, or to serve more at once.
But after the band and choir took their places, Renilla's sweet announcement interrupted everyone's thoughts.
"Ladies and gentlemen, now we will invite Mr. Scheler, the 'King of Love Songs' from the South, to take the stage and bring you his large-scale symphonic work "Summer" which he composed for the "Hana Festival" in 914 of the New Calendar.
Noonday Dream》!”
"Wow!!"
"Schele! Scheler! Scheler!"
This time, the sound was obviously mixed with more calls from women.
In the brightly lit red church, nearly ten thousand people left their seats slightly with excited expressions, staring intently at the closed corridor door.
"Squeak."
This was the moment when Fan Ning, who was wearing a tuxedo, opened the door.
As soon as he crossed the line between light and dark on the stage, he frowned slightly.
Frankly speaking, due to his wariness, Fan Ning did not eat very well these days, although he was not hungry. The rich sweet smell he smelled at this moment, and some unspeakable secret taste,
My appetite was instantly boosted.
Although the space is wide and spacious, the thirst and restlessness in everyone's spirituality has almost become viscous to the essence. The guests' eyes and words are temporarily focused on themselves, but the rapid breathing and hidden and seductive little movements between each other are.
One after another.
The seats in the Special Inspection Hall were all close to the recording equipment. He Meng and Gang were standing next to them, closing their eyes and concentrating as if there was no one around.
Amidst the stormy shouts of "Scheleer! Scheler!", Fan Ning walked all the way to the central heights without squinting.
Host Renilla stepped back to the corner, and the musicians and chorus members of the symphony orchestra stood up to greet the conductor.
After taking the stage, Fan Ning's eyes met with Ann behind the harpist and Luna at the choir stalls higher up.
Following the teacher's words, they had never seen anything other than the stage.
Fan Ning was smiling, and so were the two little girls, but their eyes met for too long.
Until Luna's expression changed from nervous to confused, and Miss Nightingale's expression changed from happy to confused.
"Southland is a price, a painful and real price."
"The poet is dead, Mr. Scheler."
It is really strange to say that the first three symphonies of my own were not conducted normally in the premiere. One was a makeshift team outdoors, and the conductor was directly replaced... But now, he took the stage in person, but
Such an identity, such an occasion, such collaborators and concerned students...
What a strange fate.
Finally, he moved his eyes away from the specific person and stared into the unspecific void, as if he was looking at the chasm at the end of the five-step staircase.
"Love is a question."
Only those who are close to the natural chasm are qualified to talk about whether they can jump over it or not.
After taking a deep breath to calm down his chaotic thoughts, Fan Ning closed his eyes.
He stretched out his arms, opened his shoulders, and gave a simple preparatory cue shot in the direction of the brass part.
"Buzz-buzz-buzz-buzz-buzz-buzz!..."
Eight musicians took up the glittering French horns and blew a prelude in a strange march style that combined long and short notes with a majestic tone.
Copper pipes have a warm metallic feel and are most similar to wooden pipes in character.
The rhythm is sonorous, but the rhythm is rudimentary, with a tragic and bleak tone in the majesty.
The confrontation between violence and pastoral poetry is rough and straightforward, such as drinking strong alcohol on an empty stomach, causing pain in the esophagus and stomach, and making the heart beat more powerfully.
The first movement, "Poetry of Awakening", is the key foundation of the climbing path, the lowest form of the world, and the prelude to the development of the "initial stage of life".
"Dong-dong!————"
In the second half of the theme, Fan Ning's arms slightly moved his body.
Bassoons, trombones, tubas, string instruments and percussion all play downward vibrations in fifths, just like imitating the sound of drumming by primitive tribesmen.
"Crack!!!" He raised his left hand upward.
The musician hits the big cymbal at the highest point, and then the melody drops downward.
The music returns to darkness and silence.
A short section of gloomy column chords connects the dull and slow unison ups and downs of the wind instruments, and the horns perform colorful depictions at extremely low dynamics.??
——Representing the "mysterious motivation" of inanimate matter.
Or metaphorically "the person before entering the door".
In the past, "awakening poems" were used to awaken poets, but now Fan Ning uses it to understand himself before he has entered the door.
Low string sounds emerged from all directions, and in the dark and ice-like chaotic world, something mysterious and powerful seemed to be resurrecting.
The baton in Fan Ning's hand was swiping in the air, the amplitude was small but extremely precise.
At this time, the church was already filled with crimson color.
The mystical tendency of the "pool" aspect contained in this movement has a high degree of intellectual homology with the "red pool".
"Pap, tap, tap..."
The next moment, a strange and horrifying scene appeared. The magnificent oil paintings of beaches and flowers in the cathedral suddenly turned around on their own, revealing the papyrus nailed behind them!
Huge moving road signs were hung all over the church, and the witness symbols on them were all palms stretched out from the liquid ripple symbols!