musicians of old

Chapter 103
"I don't understand it very well, so I'll just post it casually."

The City Concert Hall is luxuriously decorated, and in the VIP lounge with aromatherapy, Lou Adair is sinking into the soft sofa, explaining casually to his father.

This is a large three-unit suite, including the reception room, dining room, and piano room. Each room is equipped with a bathroom. Walking 50 meters away, you can directly access the side passage closest to the stage of the performance hall. .

The head of the Tiolein Railway Company, the emerging industrial aristocrat, Count Simon Adair, occasionally takes time out from the busy work during the trial operation of the Santaram Fort Metro to listen to some singers he likes Light opera.

"Carolne Van Ning, with 4880 votes, ranked fourth..." Earl Adair looked at the playlist that Lu handed over, "My dear son, why don't you directly bid for the dedication and manuscript of the first place, Could it be that your interest has changed from a preference for famous collectors to a preference for bargain-hunting investment?"

Lu just wanted to explain aloud, but the earl's eyes scanned the list of the string quartet performances, where it was impressively written, Viola: Lou Adair, so he showed an expression of sudden understanding.

"The salon premiere you mentioned to me last time is this one?"

"Yes."

"Then why is he ranked fourth?"

"Huh?" Lu's expression was a bit astonished.

"Is this song nice? Can you hum the opening melody for me?"

"...Father, this is not an excerpt from a market ditty or an operetta..." Lu tried to explain in an easy-to-understand manner, "Its artistic value lies in its perfect structure and form, its highly logical motivational development, and its charming harmonies The effect...Of course, its melody is also one of the core values. The master's handwriting is extremely beautiful, but I can't achieve the effect by humming, because it is constructed by the composer with a proficient counterpoint method, which is a combination of several different melodies. The polyphony of…”

"Understood, let's vote for the first place now." The earl waved his hand, "You have participated in the premiere, why didn't you organize them to vote before..." As he spoke, he caught it again on the playlist New details, "What the hell? This work has already been dedicated to the Marquess of McAdam? The cellist is Miss Roy from their family..."

He raised his head and asked Xiang Lu: "Why didn't you take the dedication? It's strange, why didn't the McAdam family take any action?"

"It was the young composer Mr. Fan Ning who explained to us before, to give music fans some time to think independently. He predicted that most music fans would save the chance to vote until the end, and the growth in the last week may exceed all previous... Well, at that time The inscription is also the result of everyone's discussion, I consider that the two families have a cooperative relationship, and out of courtesy and ladylike demeanor, I handed over the main beneficiary this time to Miss Roy."

Lu finally added: "Mr. Fanning is a member of the Guide School, and he is in the same grade as me at school."

Earl Adair smiled happily: "You have done a good job, come with me to the new works exhibition hall first."

The two walked to Fanning's booth, followed by four attendants.

"Add a price."

"My lord, the note on it was left by Master Lou Adair." The attendant hurriedly reminded him.

"Will anyone raise the price after that?"

"Ah?...Lord Earl, although the current bid for the manuscript is quite high, it has not yet reached the deadline, and it is theoretically possible at any time."

The attendant thought that the earl was a little distracted, or he didn't understand something, so he explained it more extensively.

This kind of auction-like thing, how can I play it by myself?
"Do you think doubling is enough?" Earl Adair asked his son.

"Should...enough?" Lu said in an almost certain tone, "You can rest assured to work on it later, if it's not enough, I'll add it myself, and I'll call you if there are special circumstances."

"Then let's triple it for now." The Earl waved his hand, "Please post it, and the name will be Lu."

The air was quiet for a while, and these well-trained attendants would not exclaim in alarm, but it took a few seconds before they nodded in agreement.

They had a hunch that this booth would not wait until tomorrow, and it might be fried later.

Sure enough, one hour after the two left, Lord Pedro came to the door again.

When he saw that there were ten or twenty people surrounded by the familiar direction in the distance, an ominous premonition surged in his heart.

hell?Now it's obviously time for the concert, so why don't you go to listen to it? What are you doing here?
There are bids higher than 600 pounds? …

In fact, this has exceeded his expectations. His usual investment habits will never accept this risk, no matter how high the return is.But due to the particularity of this work, he gave himself some psychological adjustments on the way here.

"I can make 750 pounds, so I should be able to make a profit. Let's not rush it, just pretend to be a passer-by and watch, and the deadline will be posted at the end."

Lord Pedro repeated his apologies and excuses, and gently lifted the shoulders of several people.

Then he saw the number 1800 on the note, and he was so frightened that he almost fainted.

……

Time passed day by day, and after the publication of Op.1, the three ditties continued to be reproduced by players everywhere.Fanning's strength of inspiration, which has already approached the third-order limit, is being further slowly but steadily consolidated.

In recent nights, he has activated the "unfallable fire" moving signpost with the psychic liquid of brilliance, cruising in the will of the world as bright as day. The Lord's teachings about "candles", their words cast shadows on the suspended bricks, and the colors are as exciting and bright as newly dyed.

Sometimes he tried to visit discreetly around the mountains, looking at the amber fields under the stars and clouds, and now and then a ray of light would soak through the skin, and thoughts and inspirations would be pierced like glass broken into shining crystals, and when he woke up, The notes in the head are tinged with flaming danger and power.

On January 1, the special concert ended, and the voting entered the final stage.

"Good night, Mr. Fanning."

The dream of the night, Qiming Church, everyone fell asleep after performing daily exercises.

Fanning took Sheeran to roam the astral world for hundreds of extra breaths, watching her figure fade away from the clouds, then tear off the curtain of the sky and fall into the misty church.

There are also some changes in the state of the spirit.

He first stood in front of the marble door, looking at the four-fold line "Endless Fugue" symbol, the golden streamer of the spiral groove, which has already filled one-third of the second inner ring.

Then he followed the steps behind the podium to the organ platform in mid-air, but in the previous dream, he never thought that he could go up here.

He had never mastered the performance skills of this behemoth, but suddenly felt something, and played Bach's well-tempered volume 847 "Prelude and Fugue in C Minor" (BWV[-]) on the keyboard, and the sacred buzzing sound shook the church. The speed of each part of the prelude changes alternately, and the three-part fugue constitutes an exquisite movement, with retro sadness and desolation.

The octave of the left hand was maintained, and the fingers of the right hand clasped the last clear and quiet fourth and sixth chords in C major. Fan Ning maintained this for a little longer, and his fingers stayed, supporting himself to get up.

After stopping, he picked up the black ebony baton that was placed on the bandstand, and suddenly a strange confidence surged in his heart. He closed his eyes and smiled, and his spirit body fell out.

It was another early morning, and the sleeping blanket was dripping with sunlight, warm and fluffy.

Fanning, lying on the bed, raised his right arm.

The lines on the baton in his hand glowed with golden light.

The middle-level hidden knowledge about "Zhu" in my mind, and now I add one more, is the name of the baton.

It's called "Old Days".

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　　Recently, the whole person is not in a good state. After typing, I always go back and correct it. Maybe I have reached a certain bottleneck period. I hope that I can adjust it in the next few days. The first volume will start to gradually close up.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)