musicians of old The Sixth Movement: Love Tells Me (13): The residual dream finally wakes up (Eight Thousands, thank you again for the great harbinger of Baiyin)
The Sixth Movement: Love Tells Me (13): The residual dream finally wakes up (Eight Thousands, thank you again for the great harbinger of Baiyin)
"Love is a question."
Thoughts flow out with endless inspiration, and Fan Ning's baton slowly rises, rises, and falls.
“But Tulungalia told me that high up in the world, there is a pure light refracted by the glow, above all desires and desires, beyond all restlessness and narrow boundaries, like a candle that always burns,
The lamp is bright, illuminating the journey of eternal ascent.”
This is not a conventional finale in any symphonic work.
Not Allegro.
Not in sonata form.
It is by no means a majestic and passionate cliché, and there is no need to apply the final chapter template of "join the chorus to sublimate the theme".
The sixth movement, "Love Tell Me", is a solemn adagio and a free rondo form.
Time has stagnated into a slow-flowing wind.
All the hysterical struggles completely subsided, the final pedestal of the ceremony platform was reduced to ashes, and only countless tiny particles and light and shadows were floating in the dark red void.
Fan Ning was quietly suspended in place, and the musicians, whose consciousness had almost disappeared, were finally led by his hundreds of threads of inspiration to the finale of "Summer Noon Dream".
Returning to pure instrumental music, even the beginning only has strings.
With the superb counterpoint skills in his mind, he pulled out a perfectly intertwined harmonious ribbon from the string section, and the solemn and quiet Love Theme in D major slowly flowed out from the violins in the middle.
"Tulungalia told me about suppressed emotions and desires, disguised encounters and satisfaction."
"When I say goodbye to everything in the Northern Continent, the most direct, concerned and sad emotion must be the 'Resurrection' symphony that I have devoted all my heart to, which is about to premiere, and a series of people and things related to it.
"
"For example, Kaplan, this lamentable student, I most hope that he can have a body that is not tormented by illness, have a higher musical quality than the 'fanciers', and that he can avoid detours for a few years. I know that he most
Apart from music, what he can’t let go of is his family. He hopes that he and his wife can have a few more children and hold a warm family concert in their free time.”
"So I met Walter in the South Country."
"He is an official intellectual of the Holy Sun Church, a famous conductor who was born into a musical family in San Porto. He is in good health, has a strong character, has a harmonious family, and has two children. Moreover, Kaplan in the waking world has passed away.
Walter's 'character' will not create a paradox with him after returning to reality, so his fate in the dream is destined to be able to escape, and the bloodline of the Western Continent will not be threatened by the broken dream of the Southern Kingdom. He will go to the Northern Continent and come to
Where Kaplan once worked, I took over his baton."
"The people from the Special Inspectorate who forced me to enter the secret door are the ones I hate the most in my life. I never dreamed of killing them. Therefore, they provoked me in the small town of St. Arternes and in the hospital.
The lobby was ravaged by a swarm of snakes, and the bodies of the two leaders of the hunters who died unexpectedly corresponded to He Meng and Gang, and the other seven subordinates were the seven senior investigators that day."
After calmly examining these emotions, a calm and gentle smile appeared on Fan Ning's face.
"As for the other people"
Fan Ning slowly lowered his baton.
The formal stance and posture have lost their meaning.
He walked casually in the void where broken objects were floating, and waved to the voices of the corpus and the French horn in turn, as if he was saying hello gently.
After the wind group joins in, the first insert of the rondo is performed in the key of C sharp minor. The music reaches a high point and then falls temporarily, forming the first deep and yearning emotional low.
"Actually, Xilan, I know that she has a courageous and strong side in her character, and I also know that her violin talent is outstanding and unparalleled among her peers, but in my heart she is always a soft and weak person.
The little junior sister who needs care, care and careful guidance is also the person I am closest to and most trustworthy in this life, so on the eve of my premonition of farewell, I handed over all my music career in the Northern Continent to her."
"Dreams are not a complete 'reappearance' of emotions, but 'deformation' and 'disguise'."
"So, the Luna I dreamed about in the South Country was a little sister in her early ten years. Because of the 'discoloration', her physique was not very good, and her musical talent before awakening was not outstanding. This
It was my subconscious concern for 'care and guidance' that I even acted as a 'hands-off shopkeeper' on weekdays and handed over all the gold coins that others brought to my door for safekeeping. This also coincided with my entrusting the Turner Art Hall to Xi.
Lan is responsible for unconditional trust”
The emotional trough is filled with melancholy and fainting emotions, and then the music begins to climb again, and the Rondo Adagio theme of love reappears.
Pessimists who are well versed in negative pleasures have difficulty deciding whether to fall here, because they can suddenly see the end of the world and the universe in the light of love, and all pursuit and pain seem to have the possibility of ending.
Then comes the second insertion, the second trough.
The trumpet theme and trombone solo from the first movement, "Poetry of Awakening," recall the depressing, restless, and confusing emotions.
A second, deeper, more yearning low.
"Ms. Luo Yin, who comes from a famous family, possesses all the characters and habits of aristocratic ladies that I admire in traditional cognition. She understands all my in-depth thoughts on art and can always detect my deep-seated thoughts.
Emotions always help me in all aspects without asking for anything in return.”
"I actually know what it means. I can't promise anything in the face of the fog ahead, but I will still be immersed in the comfort and joy of being 'understood' from time to time, even though it is not very peaceful."
"So I dreamed about Ann again. Miss Nightingale, who has the same impeccable talent, appearance, temperament, and keen insight into art, confessed to me during the trip to the South. It was precisely because I had 'already understood my feelings.' But Miss Nightingale
His character and talents have undergone other changes in the dream."
"She is a very smart soprano. Most of our collaborations are in the form of 'guitar plus vocals' or 'piano plus vocals'. This does not seem to have anything to do with the cello that Miss Luo Yin is good at. In fact, it is not the case. Last summer,
When we discussed the choice of choral text for the symphony, we were trying to perform a large number of art songs or opera excerpts. Of course, this is not Luo Yin's main talent. The dream state has shifted here, maybe it is
What am I avoiding subconsciously?”
"Yes, Miss Nightingale is still a lively and cheerful pure optimist. She will never be knocked down by adversity or frustrated by setbacks. That is the disguised 'escape' psychology in my subconscious. It seems that if a girl In this way, I can get along with him as a teacher-student or companion without any psychological burden while knowing his intentions clearly."
Fan Ning closed his eyes hard and shook his head.
The music climbed out of the second trough, the swirling theme of love reappeared, and then fell into the cold and boundless emotional abyss.
A lamp is like a glow, and so is love. It can make those who climb up see things, and it can also make those who climb blind. Even if there is sufficient lighting at the top, there is still knowledge or questions flowing in the shadows below.
"As for Joan, it may be because when we first met, she was a close friend of the same age as Sheeran, so the impression in my mind was also biased towards the quirky sister. However, when her self returned to 'Miss Purple Bean Cake', The change in personality and temperament and the recovery of mysterious strength have somewhat caused a change in impression in the opposite direction."
"So the Camilla in the dream is the eldest daughter of the Chretien family. She has a more mature temperament and a stronger aura. The process of first acquaintance was not as fast as Luna and Ann's getting to know each other. Maybe later on , it can also reflect some of my deep subconsciousness, but as Qiong’s own spirit body drifted directly into the dreamland of the Southern Continent and found me, this illusion of sleep dissipated silently.”
"It is indeed a journey accompanied by three people, that's right."
Fan Ning wrote three interludes in one breath, allowing the musicians to separate the theme of love three times, and the resulting trough became darker and heavier each time.
But in each gradually strengthening harmony and melody expansion, the strings and brass strongly declare that the peak of the theme reproduction that has been climbed becomes clearer and more brilliant every time.
With a peaceful smile on his face, he tapped the beat gently with his bare hands.
That is a path that has never been traveled before.
It is the sunshine and breeze flying in the sky on the wings of fiery love.
In the Hui Tower, he drove the chariot, rising quickly and silently towards the top of the path.
In the void where ruins and ruins are floating all over the sky, there are only a few areas that look very out of place.
Where everyone in the Special Inspection Hall is, the red carpet is still there. In the wiring harness of the recording equipment, the cyan halo flashes like a signal light, and a strange border is formed outside. The broken stone pillar touches one end, and directly Stretching out from the opposite end, this space seemed to be blocked and independent.
For these people, the purpose is simple and clear: to ensure that the ceremony is held normally, wait for the "red pool" to arrive as scheduled, and then contain it. The rest of the messy fights and life and death have nothing to do with them.
And in a sense, Scheler's continuation of music may further weaken the state after the arrival of the "red pool" and increase the probability of successful containment.
At this moment, the altar has reached an advanced stage of recording the ceremonial music and harmonizing the mysterious characteristics.
The others were immersed in the secret ceremony, but there was an extra person standing next to them.
He has the face and temperament of a typical Tioleon northern gentleman. He wears a nostalgic denim-colored dress, white gloves and gray boots. He has short and erect black hair and holds the remains of the long and sharp "blade" of the weapon source god.
Wait calmly and motionlessly.
The leader Pogolic was personally present to wait for him.
But outside the altar, in the breast pocket of the conductor's tuxedo, there was a group of light that was brighter than the halo of the recording equipment, showing a profound purple light - the strange thing caused by the sixth movement "Love Tell Me"
The qualitative light was so intense that it shone directly into the nightmare from the top of the Hui Tower, and under its cover, even Bogolelic was not aware of it.
That's Fan Ning's cell phone!
Before going on stage to perform, Fanning only performed one additional move.
He turned on the recording on his cell phone.
"Hoo ho ho ho ho"
After a few more bars of music, the dark red background suddenly blurred in all directions, seemed to be substantially "thickened", and began to squirm violently and uneasily.
"Hahaha, the 'Red Pool' is about to be seen." In the chaotic light and shadow intertwined with the pile of paint and the purple electric arc, "Miss Crimson" once again let out a nervous laugh, "I will definitely be picked up, chosen, and promoted.
, rise higher again! Purple Bean Cake, you stupid thing, everything you do is meaningless, your fighting and care are meaningless! Even if I let the music here continue until the tenth movement, it has no meaning!
"
After hearing this, Qiong laughed completely indifferently:
"It has nothing to do with her, understand? The main thing is that it's really annoying for you to be pestering her all day long."
"I just want to drag you down!
"
Between the splash of blood and electric arc, Qiong threw out a moving road sign dyed with a strong "Purple of Tyre", and the witness talisman was a purple key-shaped mold lake reference.
It was the "Cracking Field" road sign that was left in the hospital hall with Fan Ning's cooperation.
She seems to be taking advantage of her entanglement with "Miss Crimson'er" to directly drag her into this dangerous secret realm of migration!
"Qiong, you've already lost the fruit, don't do anything stupid!" At this moment, Fan Ning finally stopped looking at himself and stretched out his arm to shout.
"It's just a trip back to the old place. If I'm not dead, I'll be waiting for you to save me."
"There is my own private road sign hidden inside. Go check it out when you have time after you escape."
A shining silver flute was thrown towards him.
Fan Ning was just about to grit his teeth and say something, but now he had to catch the flute and put it in his arms.
"That's where it is?"
The next moment, Qiong, who sensed the location of the road sign, turned into a stream of purple light, dragging the paint ball behind and rushed directly to a position behind the original podium.
——The ceremonial stage has fallen into pieces, where the "Feasting Beast" was originally located. This behemoth persisted until it dissipated at the last moment. Now it has reached the edge of collapse, and only its vaguely distorted shape can be seen.
A large area of viscous plasma covered the crack, and then bubbles appeared like boiling.
"You lunatic!" "Miss Crimson'er", who was dragged hard by Qiong Fa, was shocked and angry.
"This is not a southern country. It is a dream of blood and lust. It is the birth bed of pleasurers. It is the esophagus of the 'red pool'. You cannot drift into any other dream. Every inspiration and emotion of yours is in
It shows her unique appetite!"
The purple stream of light dragging the pigment ball hit the plasma several times.
The two sides suddenly reached a stalemate again.
"Sister Purple Bean Cake, take a detour to the right and back, then go down." Suddenly Luna spoke angrily.
Ever since the "Colorless One" awakened, she somehow had a lot of knowledge related to the "child mother" in her mind.
Neither Qiong, who was involved, nor Fan Ning, who was watching all this, understood why.
Fan Ning only knew that the "Feasting Beast" was built by a piano-making family related to the Order of the Holy Wound, but for a while he couldn't figure out the deeper connection.
Qiong did not dare to delay questioning, and headed directly towards the area pointed by Luna, dragging the paint ball and falling towards the "cracking field"!
The obstruction of plasma blooms.
The purple is gone.
She knew that Fan Ning would definitely save her in the future, and she no longer had to wait to hear promises, nor did she have to calculate how to convert favors.
The two sides didn't know how many times they had rescued each other.
"Climb high and don't look down!"
The girl's final reminder in a high-pitched voice shocked Fan Ning, who was distracted.
Behind those "thickened" dark red backgrounds that squirm, and the mist that seems liquid but not gas, elusive and sticky, it seems that there are thousands of compound eyes staring at itself.
Fan Ning, who glanced at the "red pool" esophagus, suddenly felt numb and itchy all over his body before he could take a closer look at what it looked like, as if thousands of tiny organs were about to grow out.
He immediately withdrew his gaze, continued the inspiration of the music, and looked up high again.
The third, deeper and darker trough, come out.
The "Love Theme" in D major reappears at the end.
Gradually, Fan Ning saw the golden sun at the end of the door, and the magnificent and majestic "candle" was already in sight.
The "bubbles" with various transparent and holy textures and shiny colors above began to sink.
It was a "historical projection" of a very small part of the Southern Kingdom created by the Saint Li at the expense of all his power of secret history. The lights and shadows in it included people, scenery, buildings, flowers, paintings, texts and musical scores.
After they were created, they were still infected by the "red pool" and seemed to instinctively try to float upward.
But after the sixth movement "Love Tell Me" sounded, they drifted down on their own.
The two little girls, whose transparency was almost gone, with only some colorless light and shadow raised lines left, thought of the small note left by the teacher at the last moment.
As they slowly took it out and opened it, they followed the "historical projection" and were pulled to their sides by Fan Ning's thread of inspiration.
Teacher, he is actually
No wonder it is so
Luna was surprised, and Miss Nightingale was stunned.
But they felt very sleepy, and their consciousness was no longer enough to support the intense flow.
Fan Ning shed a small tear, which was caused by smiling and closing her eyes.
"Teacher, don't be sad." Luna spoke as softly as a feather falling to the ground.
"This is the most beautiful slow movement I have ever heard in my life." Miss Nightingale's voice was still as clean as a mountain spring.
There was still a smile in her tone.
"I have said before that I am an overly lucky girl. If luck is limited, I should have spent it all long ago."
"Being your dream is very romantic!"
"When you wake up, see if you can remember that there was a non-existent Miss Nightingale in the South who sang many of your songs!"
They gently hugged each other one after another.
The figure has also merged into the bubble of the "historical projection" of the South, and can no longer be seen clearly.
"No, no"
"It's not like you don't exist." Fan Ning trembled and shook his head as he tried his best to search for something in his mind.
There must be something else that should be figured out but has not been.
"The basic principles of mysticism tell me that the world's appearance and the world's will together constitute the real world."
"The characteristics of migrating creatures tell me that there is no 'living and dying' in their eyes, only 'forgotten or remembered'"
"You are not a substitute for the refraction I experienced in the Northern Continent, nor are you a complete nihilistic dream. What I call a dream is not so much a dream as an encounter in the will of the world. However, due to the dream
Reflecting subconscious and transcendent emotions, my emotions make me more 'directionally' entangled with your destiny."
Those bubbles of southern historical projections touched and merged one after another, merged into one, merged into one
"No, no, you must be true too!"
He suddenly let out a cry of self-doubt and tried his best to sound confident.
"Pfft——" "Pfft——"
The chilling sound of slurry gushing interrupted Fan Ning's contemplation. The dark red growth texture in the original "background" suddenly tore and opened up, and the entire space was surrounded by densely packed mouthparts and open mouths.
Egg sheath!
Those mouthparts did not devour the people inside, but their first target was the merging "bubbles" floating in the air.
Due to the homology of "pool", the witness who returned to the HOS also needs to eat these "historical projections" of the southern country to stabilize her divine power.
In the blink of an eye, less than half of the bubbles transformed by the saint's efforts were swallowed up by the "red pool"!
"The recording is coming to an end, right now!" All the personnel in the Special Inspection Department suddenly opened their eyes.
Pogorelic's left hand volleyed and made several cuts on the closed interface. The two chief inspectors controlled the pivotal position of the altar and recited the final prayers.
The electric engraving knives in those devices vibrated violently, constantly carving out precise sound grooves with bluish light on the film.
This space suddenly became distorted, in a form that completely violated three-dimensional vision, starting from the containment altar as the center, sucking in all the things in the dream "from the inside out"!
Flesh and blood were struggling in all directions, but with the weakening of divine power, the main body of the hastily separated "pool core" was completely unable to reverse the situation.
In fact, this is entirely the function of the variable Fan Ning.
Originally, according to the heightened level of the fifth movement, the danger level of the Special Inspection Hall was still very high, but the arrival of Fan Ning's unexpected sixth movement completely overturned the original knowledge about the "Red Pond" in "Awakening Poems"
The thorough purification has also qualitatively improved the storage capacity of this recording device.
But only five or six seconds later, the unexpected happened.
Fan Ning gently put a bunch of inspiration thread into the mobile phone in her breast pocket!
"Dreaming? Are you worthy enough to take away the historical projection of the Southern Kingdom?" He sneered softly.
Compared to containment capacity?
Containment capacity based on storing the music of "Summer Noon Dream"?
Do these people have doubts about the recording sound quality of modern mobile phones?
Or do you still have doubts about the power of the secret history of this "paradoxical antique" that traveled from Blue Star and houses the "Fountain in the Painting"?
The center of space distortion absorption was transferred to Fan Ning's hands in an instant!
Regardless of the bubbles created by the people, the "red pool" in the hidden history is the object of worship of the southern esoteric cult organization and is also part of the historical projection.
Fan Ning was going to accept everything according to the order, take it back neatly, and then deal with it slowly.
"Is this Scheele?" Pogorelic asked calmly, "It's interesting that there are people who dare to oppose me in front of me."
"Schele, it's not good for you to do things casually regardless of the occasion." Gon looked coldly at the conductor in front of him in the light.
"You guys do it."
After Pogorelic gave the order, he made a simple movement of pushing the "blade" away with his thumb.
Just this moment.
Fan Ning, who was glanced at by the other party, suddenly felt an irresistible sense of oppression.
The surrounding space seemed to be divided into pieces, no matter from the visual or tactile perspective. His range of activities was randomly restricted in a narrow alley, and blood flowed from the places where he touched the boundary.
As noted.
Facing this extraordinary world leader who enforces the sixth level of order, Fan Ning felt a sense of terror and powerlessness that completely violated his free will!
"Little Mr. Scheler, flower!" suddenly came the voice of an old and exhausted person in the air.
Master Lucter? Fan Ning was excited in his heart. He didn't have time to look around and think. His focus moved to his left arm. Suddenly, pink light spots all over the sky spurted out from his body.
The last unfading nectar of the South.
The last divine power of "Fanghui Poet", the final divine power of the complete witness of the Lord's personality!
The air was suddenly frozen, except for Fan Ning himself, the flowing music and the mobile phone that absorbed everything.
Even Pogolelic couldn't move an inch!
The pink light spot began to burn violently.
In the last less than a minute, comparing the burning speed and the containment speed, it seemed not enough.
"Little Mr. Scheele, you gave that answer, so the projections seemed to be closer to you just now."
Hearing Master Lucter speak again, Fan Ning, who was controlling the flow of the finale, looked around.
The music is still flowing, and the old man’s voice continues:
"Although it is only a very small part of the projection, even less after being swallowed, but you should not absorb any more. You must leave a part of the power of the 'Fanghui Poet' to help you escape. Otherwise, even if you absorb all the 'Pool Core'
It doesn't help. After the nightmare of the 'red pool' collapses, it will produce strong and chaotic space turbulence. Even Pogolelic can't find the exit for ten and a half days."
"After waking up from the dream, I still leave it to you to project the history of the Southern Kingdom."
I saw some almost invisible petals drifting towards me from the void farther away from my eyes.
The preaching deeds of Saint Jie and the immortal poems of Master Lucter are naturally part of the historical projection of the South, and they are the most vivid and colorful ones.
"Little Mr. Scheler, we have known each other for too long, so I have to say goodbye to you."
Finally, they silently gathered in these bubbles.
"Is it just a very small part of the southern country that has been remembered?"
"A very, very small part?"
Fan Ning was mumbling to himself.
"No."
His eyes were filled with golden light, and he uttered a few words with great determination:
"When you hear this song, you feel like you are visiting the southern country."
The chariot that Fan Ning was training erupted with unparalleled light, and those three-by-two projection bubbles merged into a large ball of clear and bright spherical light and shadow, slowly rotating around Fan Ning.
"Tulungalia told me that it begins with a rough 'emptiness', breaks through into a sad 'existence', turns the pain of flowers into the singing of living beings, lets humans bathe in the glory of angels, and finally, lets
The opposition between violence and pastoral poetry tends to be reconciled, allowing the artistic spirits of 'Dionysian' and 'Apollinian' to complement each other and become one integrated entity!
"
As the musical thoughts continue to deepen, the emotions for life and nature, the reverence and praise for love and art, accumulated throughout the song, turn into an explosion of energy that bursts out!
The long-silent timpani struck endless fourth notes, and the containment speed of the entire twisted flesh and blood space suddenly increased exponentially!
At the end, the gates of heaven are wide open, and everything in the world is bathed in the all-encompassing holy light. Endless yearning, white-hot passion and heart-wrenching suffering are all so violent that they are close to being ingenious. As the story unfolds,
The melody reaches its peak, and the end of the song is simply earth-shattering!
Pass through the "Gate of Lights and Shadows" and be promoted to the Deep One!
The incandescence gradually swallows up the dark red, and the figures and floating objects change the color of the background.
The holy circle of historical projection sphere also began to shrink with Fan Ning as the sphere.
Following the spiritual guidance of the last burning nectar, Fan Ning's entire body quickly fell from the dreamland.
There was a crackling and churning sound like mud blasting from above.
The dream world completely collapsed.
Amidst the dazzling dazzling ripples, Fan Ning looked at his open palms and felt the path that was completely blazed by himself, as well as the extremely unusual and profound gnosis it brought.
"Below the Hui Tower"
He was the first to feel that under the base of the Huita, or under the entire shifting space, there was endless spirituality that was constantly drifting into the distance.
Some of them can be traced back to a more vivid breath, while others are as dead as ashes and cannot be recalled when they turn their heads.
Those seemed to be people and things that had passed away in the long history.
Perhaps, those conjectures I had before my promotion were not rootless revelations.
Not only the Southern Kingdom, but all the things that I regret and regret will definitely not completely lose hope when I advance to a higher level.
Suddenly, there was the feeling of the soles of the shoes hitting the ground.
A dry, hot feeling.
But suddenly, Fan Ning seemed to experience the salty smell and the sound of waves.
There are also white sand beaches, black volcanic rocks, hoarse calls of water birds and scorching sunshine.
He turned around suddenly, expecting to see a little white-haired girl standing in the shade of a tree, holding an open coconut in her arms.
But all his five senses returned to reality, and he could only see the dry soil all over the barren land, the withered and dead trees and flowers, the weathered ruins, and the muddy sea in the distance and beyond.
This is not the southern country. It is the "land of confusion" today and the "land of suffering" in ancient times.
A deserted area of drought and desolation.
Fan Ning recalled the mountains, rivers, oceans, rainforests and city-states of the past in his mind, recalling the smell of flowers and food, as well as the voices and smiles of those people, and finally, his two students.
They and they do not exist in the real world. For the time being, it must be only temporary.
Even so, it does not exist in reality, but it leaves such a musical poem, which is also a contradiction and paradox.
You can still hear their singing again.
This is contrary to ordinary people's logic and is a paradox that should be banned, and forbidden things have power.
Paradoxical antiques, the power of secret history, listening to this song makes you feel like you are visiting the southern country.
"I will take your projection and continue to search for answers until one day I pick you up again in the long drifting river."
"At that time, I will also write a symphony, a symphony with chorus."
There are still many things that are not understood.
Fan Ning looked at the sea in the distance, then lowered his head and stretched out his finger, lightly tapping on the screen of his phone.
The pink light flashed away, and the recording of "Summer Noon Dream" ended.