In the courtyard behind Turner Art Hall, in a deep corner where flowers bloom, raindrops patter on the branches and leaves.
This moment is just like that moment. No matter the weather or anything else.
More than a dozen gentlemen and ladies were walking, and more reporters followed step by step. Pairs of leather shoes and high heels ran through the mud, through railings, flowers and lawn paths.
In front of the pure white marble base, trees and stone sculptures divide the view just right, and exotic flowers and plants bloom in the stepped flower beds.
Next to it is a clear pool full of lotus flowers, and further back through the branches, you can vaguely see a small gravel road leading to the back mountain.
"On the day of the premiere, remember to come and listen."
"I will definitely come, there's no need to say."
"Remember to come and listen." After chatting for a while, he still said this.
The hair on the back of the wheelchair stood up like dry grass, and his right hand was raised in a gesture similar to OK.
After I closed my eyes and opened them again, I saw the empty twilight in the lobby of the nursing building.
Fan Ning took off his hat with dripping water and stared at the black and white photo frame in front of the tombstone.
Wearing high-end gold-rimmed glasses, a straight tie, expensive pens, and paper covered with calculations and charts, Kaplan sits in front of a big desk and smiles at the camera, looking like a business elite.
Fan Ning didn't bring any bouquet, so others didn't send flowers either.
Only Olga was bending over and wiping away the tiny spots on the monument that had been stained by rain and mud.
The inscription groove on the epitaph, the composer's personal inscription, gradually became clear again:
"You were struck down with a stick, and you soared on the wings of an angel."
After all, the nature of today's occasion is different from that of the day of the burial. To the music fans who were willing to follow and the media who were eager to report, they did not express their gratitude and indifference as they did that day. They just pulled a few strings between the tree trunks from a distance.
"Line of Order".
Their hands and equipment stretched out over the "line of order".
The epitaph is one of the focal points of his lens.
Fan Ning stood in silence for a long, long time, his thoughts trying his best to explore other time and space, a time and space that was different from the current one, but had a mystical connection.
Some kind of resonance, mirroring, echo or testimony is special or timely and may disappear soon.
This is a way of thinking that has easily occurred since Fanning emerged from the disordered zone, and it feels like dragging pieces of a puzzle across an uncertain river.
Strictly speaking, from the moment of dawn on the premiere day of July 20, 914 in the New Calendar, everything that happened in this city and this hall has a separate relationship with Fan Ning.
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——He didn’t know anything, he didn’t see anything, everything was relayed by others, read reports, or heard from hearsay.
Whether it is the troubadour Scheler or the priest Lavoisier, they are all characters who have drifted to another time and space.
There are two breaking points for this division.
The first one was with Kaplan, who was replacing him at the premiere of "Resurrection".
The second one came back and stood in front of Kaplan's tombstone, now Fan Ning himself.
The camera shutter sound is still ringing.
"What were his last words at that time?" Fan Ning asked after a long time.
"Last words?" The people behind him were recalling quickly.
Xilan sighed: "It seems not, he didn't have time to say anything else on the podium."
"Looking back from this, the last words also count." Fan Ning suddenly pointed the conversation at another person, "Does Mr. Owen know?"
"I wasn't there at the time." Owen, who had been standing silently on one side, responded calmly.
"Oh, it turns out you came here later." Fan Ning said as if he was stunned.
"" The scene where the two had confronted each other at the site of the "Grand Palace School" flashed through Owen's mind, and he heard the hidden meaning in the other's words.
Fortunately, Olga's answer at the next moment put the scene on hold:
"He said, 'I, in the name of the permanent conductor of the Old Symphony Orchestra, announce that the performance will be held as scheduled.'"
"The performance will be held as scheduled?" Fan Ning nodded slightly.
"I see."
Fan Ning turned around with a deep breath.
"Then the performance will go on as scheduled. In the last half hour, I have to go back to the conductor's lounge to make some adjustments. Sorry, everyone."
"Where, where." The guests responded politely.
"Welcome back, see you in the lobby later."
"As you please."
The crowd began to move again.
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At a certain moment closer to the "line of order" drawn out from the tree trunks, in the crowded queue of music fans, a reporter's voice floated out with a higher volume:
"Conductor Fan Ning, what are your expectations for this 'return concert'? - I mean, outside of your own 'return' purpose."
"Get something you deserve."
"Should I get it?" The other party was puzzled.
"Or claim it?" Fan Ning did not look back.
Inside the brightly lit and resplendent symphony hall.
"You seemed to have eaten a little bit just now?" Lassus leisurely flipped through the guide book in his hand.
"During those few seconds, I did have the thought of 'thinking so', but it was only for a few seconds."
Owen would close his eyes and rest his mind, and his emotions had calmed down.
"Your preaching face is always annoying. It seems that if I make some low-level fools in the spotlight, you will get some low-level pleasure correspondingly. However, that's what they call the word 'authority'
, right? Then, the authority and leadership of the 'authority' have their own way of being reflected, and our conductor Fan Ning will soon feel it."
The two of them were seated on the left and right of the VIP seating area, but they were not sitting next to each other. There was a space between them.
This seat is always unoccupied, at least in the eyes of other listeners.
It looks like the ticket buyer didn't come because he was delayed by other things, and he didn't transfer it.
The applause started, and the musicians and chorus members began to enter one after another.
"So now, you have quickly adjusted your mentality again?" Lasus smiled, "Sir Owen, it seems that at least my psychological work was done that day."
The string section musicians gradually extended to the edge of the stage, the wind section's shining golden and silver instruments ran through the entire band, the percussionists stood in a row, and the chorus members in black and white uniforms were divided into four groups under the golden organ.
Twenty people lined up and sat in silence.
"Look at these people, haha, it's amazing? Right? As enlightened beings, you and I know that these artists may not even be able to withstand the collision of chariots, but when they arrange their voices in preparation for playing,
When it comes, some invisible sense of sublimity envelopes you and me, and even has a real and profound impact on spirituality, as if they are preparing for some high-level ancient ritual."
Otherwise, why is it "art" that can affect the spread of abnormal areas?
Lassus, who is also a "Forged Lion" musician, smiled and touched the track list with emotion.
Owen, however, stopped responding and stared at the stage coldly.
"Wow!"
"Crash, lala, lala!"
Scattered applause suddenly sounded, and then exploded into a denser group of applause, which was like a storm passing by.
Some members of the audience, including the two of them, habitually looked towards the cast and crew entrance on the left side of the stage.
But they found that the focus of other people's eyes was not on the stage, but on the aisle.
Fan Ning, wearing a dark black tuxedo, stood up from somewhere in the auditorium and walked along the aisle to the stage!
Not only did the ordinary audience not find out, but the investigators who were scattered around did not find out, and even the nearly ten experts from the official organization in the hall did not find out that Fan Ning was sitting in the audience seat beforehand!
"Why doesn't Conductor Fan Ning walk on stage?"
"What is the custom of going on stage from the audience?"
Amidst the applause, many people were talking and asking questions.
"It seems that was the seat reserved for Mr. Kaplan to watch the performance!"
"Yes, it seems that he stood up from that position and announced that he would take over from Fan Ning to conduct the performance!"
"Now, conductor Fanning has repeated this incident and taken back his performance?"
"And the track is also a resurrection!?"
Ten steps.
When the distance between Fan Ning and the stage was only less than six meters,
There were a few eyes in the symphony hall, coming from different directions, all of which were cast on the object held by Fan Ning's right hand.
Especially Lasus and Owen, their eyes suddenly became extremely sharp.
And, the vacant seat between the two of them seemed to have a non-existent gaze cast on it.
The baton is made of ebony and has light golden lines.
He actually chose to directly display the remains of the "old days" in front of everyone!?