Fan Ning, who was holding the piano, froze in place.
He lowered his head, with a stern expression on his face, and stared for a long time at the group of notes spread out on the table that he had written down in a flowing line.
Inspiration is still pouring out of my mind, just like the floodgates are opening!
The third movement is gentle, slightly like an adagio, a child's dream in heaven, full of pure and quiet philosophy, but also has uneasy, strange and lurking emotions. It is very suitable to be written in the form of free variations.
Played affectionately by the cello, the first theme is solemn, slightly peaceful and melancholy, and has the characteristics of a lullaby.
Mainly presented by double bass and oboe, with a second theme that has potential elements of the Requiem genre
The next four variations are tranquil, rigorous, and profound, touching the soul. The entire Adagio, which may last up to twenty minutes, is a metaphor for the long ladder of self-purification and self-reflection that mortal creatures take before entering the kingdom of heaven.
Diminished sounds of strings and woodwinds hint at the inspiration for the finale
At the beginning, Fan Ning still followed the basic experience of composing, not daring to delay at all, and constantly recorded his inspirations to avoid missing them due to forgetting.
He succeeded, and the clock scale reached the "35th hour" stage.
but
"Just one night?"
"Ten or so hours?"
"Not only did I finish writing the first movement in advance, but I also wrote the second and third movements in one go. There was no time to stop and think about it. I even had an idea for the final movement?"
Fan Ning felt chilled all over his body, and the beating of his heart also increased his anxiety.
The faint sound of joyful singing beside my ears disappeared without knowing when.
The rich night light began to fade from the outside, and the light gradually penetrated through the black curtains and the holes in the building walls. The lighting effect of the lights was weakening, the gloomy and dark parts of the camp were disintegrating and disappearing, and the soap that surrounded the outer edge of the field of vision was
The film lit up even more gorgeously.
After 35 o'clock at night, it is 0 o'clock.
It stands to reason that time should return to its comprehensible form.
But Fan Ning couldn't understand why it was dawn outside at this time.
0 o'clock, brings dawn?
There is something even more wrong. It seems that the original mistake is being made again and again, never to return.
But this short and precious time must be fully utilized as usual. Fan Ning quickly adjusted the violin back to its normal pitch, pulled the bow strings, and played the violin concerto by the contemporary romantic master Schillings.
"what happened?"
“Self-correction mechanism failed?”
After the first presentation of the theme, Fanning stopped playing.
Every dawn before, Fan Ning would use this method to temporarily return the abnormal area around him to normal, and make the colors in his eyes fade away briefly, as an important help to maintain his sanity.
But this time, the flowing soap film in his field of vision still occupied 30% of the boundary, and it continued to expand with a dangerous tendency that was not obvious enough.
Only then did Fan Ning realize that this time there was no clear chirping sound from the outside world as before.
There is no sound of birdsong, so "combing" and "purifying" are out of the question.
"Is it because, after the night inexplicably reached the 'lost hour' of 35 o'clock, the original time was continuously pushed to unknown wrong nodes. Even if the pointer returned to 0 o'clock, it would be different from the previous 0 o'clock. How could it be dawn at this time? Or maybe if I wait another four or five hours, when it’s normally around 5 a.m., the birdsong will appear?”
"35 hours, 11 hours more than the previous 24 hours, a completely chaotic and irregular redundancy, 11 hours is wrong, 11 hours?"
Fan Ning, who was thinking rapidly, suddenly felt as if he had grasped something.
At this moment, the curtain at the door of the barracks was opened with a swish.
The bright sunshine shone on Fan Ning's face, and the watch on his wrist pointed to 0:15.
The first ones who hurried in were the one-armed Sergeants Durk and Alpha and Andrew.
"Lavoisier, the concert competition is about to begin!"
"Hurry up, hurry up! There will be severe punishment if you lose!!"
Duerke looked anxious, and the two sergeants couldn't help but pull Fan Ning out.
"A competition? What competition?"
The two people's unclear words made Fan Ning stunned for a moment, and his steps were not moved for a moment.
"Ah!!! Ho ho ho ho"
Suddenly, a heart-rending scream sounded outside!
At first, Fan Ning could tell that it was the voice of that young man Ivan.
But soon, the voice began to tremble and twist, turning into an inhuman howl, accompanied by some kind of creepy "noise".
That sound is thicker than the sound of tearing paper, and crisper than the sound of crushing minced meat.
"What's going on? Monster attacks!?"
Fan Ning finally ran out quickly with a few people.
A bloody humanoid creature lay on the ground. It could be seen that he was trying his best to control himself from rolling over, but he was still trembling and wailing unbearably. Scarlet liquid flowed everywhere along the cracks in the stones, forming a pile of sticky The tattered strips were left a few meters away next to it!
Unexpectedly, nothing serious happened in the unknown "Lost Time", but something unexpected happened after dawn? Fan Ning looked around in fear, trying to find what kind of monster attacked Ivan, and used such cruel attack methods.
But he didn't find any traces of monsters, and his spiritual sense didn't feel any abnormal fluctuations or residual mysterious atmosphere.
Outside the barracks is a yard overgrown with weeds. At first glance, it doesn't look much different from before. But looking into the distance along the bright sunlight, the terrain seems to have returned to a lower state, and there are more things like this. A crooked gravel road with no beginning in sight.
What made Fan Ning even more confused and confused was that although the expressions of the other four team members were anxious and panicked, they did not hold weapons or use invisible power to try to find or attack potential enemies.
Two of them had empty hands, while the other two were holding the harmonica and trumpet that they had carried with them before entering the abnormal zone.
"Lavoisier, why don't you take your violin!" Tucqueville reminded Fan Ning anxiously, although he didn't take anything.
"Why do you want to take a small——" Fan Ning said in confusion.
"It's time for me to compete in "The Skinning Tantra"." Andrew, with beads of sweat on his face, trembled all over and started jogging all the way.
He came to a larger, flat stone next to the gravel road.
Then stood up.
Fanning noticed that behind the big stone there was a relatively small one, with a shining laurel leaf wreath on it.
"'Skinning Tantra'? Andrew? You come down first."
"Tell me clearly, what did you see?"
"What kind of competition? Who wants to compete with you? Can you describe what it is?"
Fan Ning frowned and asked questions one after another. He wanted to pull him back, but finally decided to walk over to check.
As soon as he took the second step, Andrew sang with trepidation:
“Our life in heaven is very different from this world”
The lieutenant's voice condition is indeed "good" at best. It can be seen that he may only know some "military songs" on weekdays and has not received professional music training. Moreover, he is in such a panic mental state at this time. It is conceivable that
And the accuracy of knowing the tune is so unflattering.
"Tsk-"
Andrew had only reached the fourth verse when suddenly a strip of skin from the waist down, including his clothes, was peeled off out of thin air, and the muscles rolled out, all the way to his entire instep!