Xilan asked doubtfully, and she saw Fan Ning pacing gently in the hut.
The air in the hut was stuffy and old, with no unpleasant smell. The ground and furniture were covered with dust, only thinly and partially. The tip of the umbrella in his hand left a trail of rain marks everywhere.
The orientation of the piano, the arrangement of the easy chairs, the number and position of chandeliers and candlesticks, and the specific color combination of the stained oak of the wardrobe cabinet. Fan Ning tried his best to recall everything, and then slowly shook his head:
"No, I must have remembered it wrong."
If someone jumped over the big lock at the door and sneaked in here, then dropped the piano from one end to the other, changed the chair from the wall to the window, and changed the oak color of the wardrobe cabinet, and then sneaked in quietly.
Come on, this is boring, right?
Moreover, if you think about it carefully, you will find that some habits are indeed your own, but they are just a bit older, or they come from a previous life.
History is corruptible.
Sheeran wandered around the house, constantly looking curiously, and sometimes even ducking down.
Speaking of which, this experience is completely novel. In the past, "Carone's Composition Cabin" only existed in her imagination. Whether it was when Fanning said that "I want to go out for a while" or "the purpose is clear and single."
", or later when I was lying on the sofa listening to "Barcarolle" and "Dream of Love".
The sense of lack of an experience or testimony is always in the heart. It is very slight and does not cause serious uneasiness, but it is clearly felt. If it remains unresolved, it will still cause trouble.
After all, it is the First Symphony about morning light, flowers, thorns, fruits and youth.
"How did you spend April in the New Calendar year 913?"
"A question that is too general to answer."
“What about a typical typical day?”
Fan Ning's eyes have not been very lively recently, and he always likes to stay in one place lazily for a long time, but his thoughts were finally pushed away by Sheeran:
"at that time"
"sometimes"
"At that time, I had a novel and inspired experience of everything in nature, just like a baby being pushed out in a stroller and seeing the outdoor scenery for the first time."
"Creating the first symphony in life gives people an exciting sense of mission, and makes the heart beat powerfully with them. Sometimes I like to sit alone in a sunny doorway, watching the sun jump in the lake, and listening to the chirping of wild ducks.
, sometimes when the wind comes, the ripples will bring the reeds to sway slightly, sometimes the big fish will jump up from the water and then fall."
"But generally speaking, the environment of the place where I collect wind is dominated by loneliness and tranquility. Sometimes when I am writing, the birds pass by the window, and I will raise my head, and so on, until the afterglow of the setting sun shines on the stage and I touch the town.
The residents, squires and musicians here are a very good experience. I like to chat with the world. I have also been in a daze at sunset. The lakes and mountains at that time are the most unreal, and the outline of the woods will stretch out the darkness longer and longer.
The arcs and deep blue sky give people a sense of condescension and magnificence, which is sometimes so mysterious that it makes people uncomfortable.”
It's quite messy and lacks a sense of organization. The messiness is very real and very immersive.
So Sheeran nodded seriously:
"So are there any plans to stay for another day or two?"
Fan Ning stopped talking and carefully and slowly wiped a small area of the desk in front of the window, then placed random objects, took the music book and pen, and sat down.
Sheeran stood behind him, leaning her elbows on the back of his seat. This posture made her tiptoe to the ground and raise her right leg.
"Carolon, you are a young gentleman, delicate and handsome. You can be called a young man, a boy or a boy. But when you conceived the idea of 'Resurrection' two years ago, I saw you writing a funeral march.
, now that I see you, I’m still writing a funeral march.”
She hummed some melody and couldn't help mumbling.
"So this is hard to like, right?"
"I didn't say that."
In the next hour, Fan Ning looked out the window more and wrote less.
When traveling on the previous ferry, the first movement of the "Symphony in C sharp minor" was almost completed. Now, it is still close to completion but not yet completed.
"Sheeran, I tried it, but I still don't want to live anymore." He closed the music book in embarrassment.
"Um?"
"Maybe the past time is only suitable for writing about past works. Two non-parallel lines have only one intersection, and there are few exceptions."
"Is it, for example, that you could only write the First Symphony in the composer's cabin on the shores of Lake Metraun?"
"That's pretty much what it means." Fan Ning nodded, and "copied" a sentence in his heart - for example, in the Steinach Mountains in the fox lily field on the outskirts of Tia City, he could only write the "Third Symphony".
After "imitation", he thought of the South, the projection of history, more people and more things, and felt even more depressed.
"Could it be the weather?" Sheeran tried to find the reason.
After all, the rain these days is too dense.
"possible."
"Oh, in short, it doesn't matter much. Even a composition cabin for one work is a very good deal." Sheeran couldn't read his other sentence about "Third Symphony", but he could read his
Expression, in order not to increase her psychological burden, she once again made it clear that going out for a trip does not mean that she must completely repeat her collecting activities two years ago.
"Thank you for understanding. Do you think 'memory' is always a sad thing?"
Fanning looked out the window at the smoke-filled Lake Motraun.
The characteristics of depression appeared again. Sheeran sighed secretly and continued to attribute it to the deep contact with the abnormal zone in her heart. However, because Fan Ning insisted that this was due to her temperament, she no longer discussed the reason with him in depth, otherwise the two of them would be inseparable.
He's going to stumble again.
"Of course it's not all that. Memories must be happy or sad, depending on what they are." Even so, Sheeran still insists on his own opinions on every melancholy topic, "Yeah, right?"
Echoing is a perfunctory chat that lacks responsibility, and it applies to both others and ourselves.
"No, it's always sad." Fan Ning began to put the items on the desk back into his backpack one by one.
"If the past time was bad, much worse than now, naturally no one would want to recall the unbearable things; if the past time was pleasant, much happier than now, then it also means that you are who you are now.
Life is not as good as before. You see, it is always sad."
"Although Sheeran wanted to continue to defend her views faithfully, she didn't know where to start.
Maybe someone else would be better at extending this type of communication.
She sped up her movements and helped Fan Ning put away her things.
I felt a little depressed in my heart, but the smile on my face bloomed again:
"Let's go. If you don't want to wait, we won't stay. Come back when the weather is nice. I'll take you to the nearest chain cinema."