musicians of old

"Okay, Carlone, I'll be with you." Sheeran agreed very quickly, obviously she trusted Fanning very much.

"Um, you guys..." Joan turned to look at Fanning, and then at Sheeran, with black hair fluttering around her cheeks, "Caroun, are you serious? I think my side is somewhat safer. "

"Huh? Hahaha..." Cecil looked at Fan Ning in disbelief, "Fan Ning, you just lost track of writing a song recently? You'd better be a little self-aware, do your musicology research honestly, and strive for success Gradually, that's what you're supposed to do."

Cecil looked at Xilan again: "Cousin, let me tell you seriously one last time, you are in danger, and then, this kid is useless, he can't resist the mysterious power in the dark, there is only one result, how can you even die yourself?" None of them know."

As if he didn't hear Cecil, Fanning continued to explain to Sheeran: "It's the same during the day recently, don't be alone in an environment that is too remote, I will take you to and from school."

"Okay." Sheeran responded obediently.

Cecil suddenly laughed.

"Fanning, this time, as well as last time, you felt that your way of speaking could annoy me. Frankly speaking, I have indeed been influenced by you, but it's not a big deal."

He paced back and forth slowly: "You may think that you are very clear about what I want in my heart, isn't it just what an adult thinks, right? But in fact, your understanding of me is very limited, and what I really pursue is very limited. You won't understand anything."

"It's useless to talk too much. I won't ask about this matter in the future. May the professor rest in peace."

He stooped to offer flowers, and his salute was impeccable.

The surprise flashed in Fanning's eyes.

Today this guy is not only inexplicable, but also doesn't follow the routine?
To be honest, Fan Ning's mentality towards Cecil had always had the feeling of "the time traveler pretends to beat up the little villain".

But now like this, Fan Ning's vigilance has risen several steps.

However, his tone was calm and his eyes were very sincere: "Leader Cecil, thank you again for coming today."

Cecil smiled faintly, then straightened his expression, bowed to the coffin, and then took a seat at the back.

After glancing at the figures of several people on the stage from the corner of his eye, he took out the pen in his pocket, wrote a paragraph on the note paper, and handed it to the middle-aged man in formal attire beside him.

"To Julius, the principal violinist of the school's symphony orchestra, and, to send word to her that I will no longer interfere with their choice of the original first option."

"Your Excellency Cecil? You—" the middle-aged man's voice was a little surprised.

"Go now." Cecil raised his hand gently to interrupt, "I want too many things, and it's impossible to satisfy everything."

Then he pressed his thumbs together, leaned his head back, and closed his eyes.

"This is a critical period for my creation. As long as I succeed in the premiere of the symphony, I will definitely be able to break through that barrier and become the youngest person with knowledge in the history of my family."

"Fanning, I hope you can understand that there are some things you can contradict me, but there are still some things you must not stand in my way."

……

On the edge of the altar, Joan spoke angrily: "Caroun, tell me, this guy Cecil is obviously trying to make trouble and has bad intentions. Why are you thanking him for it?"

"One size fits all. I am right about things and not about people." Fan Ning explained calmly, "Anyone who comes to the funeral of Mr. Anton, I will sincerely thank him."

"Xiran's question, Joan, I am sure to protect her well. If you two are together, you may be in danger. Thank you for your kindness. I will ask you for the information. The recent period is special, so you should pay attention to your own safety. , there are some things, be careful."

Seeing Fan Ning, who was thin and calm in front of him, Xi Lan felt a lot more at ease.

Joan's dark eyes stared at Fanning for a long time, and finally nodded seriously.

Then her fingers circled around her hair, her eyes flickered.

The funeral of Professor Anton Konar officially began at seven o'clock in the morning.

The bell rang and everyone stood in silence. The priest from the Church of the Holy Sun came to the podium to deliver a eulogy, recalling the past life of Professor Anton Konar and summarizing his main achievements in the fields of musicology and composition.

The content of the eulogy is very long and detailed-this is one of the attitudes of people in this world towards death. Most people live for as little as [-] or [-] years, and as many as [-] or [-] years. The unfortunate people are even shorter, and everyone’s life is unique. , in the final stage of farewell, anyone who cared a little about the deceased would be willing to spend more time listening to everything related to him.

There is even a profession called "narrator" in this world, who specializes in helping illiterate poor people and even homeless people sort out their life experiences and write funeral eulogy.

It's time, Fanning tidied up, stepped onto the altar, sat in front of the nine-foot black Boethius piano on one side, took off his white gloves and put them on the piano.

At the last moment, what should I play for the teacher?

During the priest's eulogy, he lowered his head, closed his eyes, stepped on the pedal, and put his hands on the keys.

Feeling the cold and delicate touch from the pads of his fingers, Fan Ning gently pressed the first chord with both hands.

The heavy, solemn and mournful sound of the funeral procession sounded in the church together with the priest's eulogy.

He played the third movement of Chopin's Piano Sonata No. 35 in B flat minor (Op. [-]).

In the previous life, not many people were familiar with the full name, but the third movement is very well-known, it is a funeral march.

When Fanning was depressed in his previous life, or when he missed his lost relatives, he often played it silently and repeatedly by himself.

He even thought that before his death many years later, he would make a will and play or ask someone to play this song at his funeral.

I was really sad when I was playing.

I don't have a family member by my side in this world, how good would it be if the teacher was still there?
After the strange, sad, and gloomy funeral pace, the middle part of the music is a warm melody similar to nocturne, which seems to be a warm memory of the life of the deceased, like a nostalgic look back in the hurried footsteps.

With fragile beauty and melancholy warmth.

Fan Ning recalled Teacher Anton's life:
Thinking of his achievements in the study of ancient music;

Thinking of his efforts to promote "Harmony" and "Counterpoint" into independent disciplines;

It reminds me of the twelve piano sonatas, ten string quartets, three piano concertos, one violin concerto, nine symphonies, one large church mass, more than thirty art songs and a large number of other chamber music created in his life. music and vocal works.

Fan Ning also remembered what he knew, the rough story of Mr. Anton when he was young, and the loneliness when he was middle-aged with only his youngest daughter by his side;

Thinking of his short stature, old-fashioned clothes, and pious beliefs;

I thought of his strange character of being dull and sensitive, inferior and confident, troubled and free and easy;

Thinking of the success in the early stage of his creative career, the coldness and incomprehension in the later stage;
I thought of the sublime and majestic sound that I heard in his last two symphonies, like the movement of celestial bodies.

Finally, I remembered that at the end of his last letter, he wished himself "to be accompanied by music and sunshine in this life".

Fan Ning's eyes were tightly closed, his fingers kept playing, and two lines of tears finally flowed from the gaps in his eyes.

The warm reminiscence ended in the middle, and the solemn and mournful funeral pace reappeared.

Some mourners in the audience began to sob softly, and more and more.

"Sheeran should be crying, Joan will take care of her." Fanning thought.

The wonderful feeling similar to the last impromptu performance reappeared, and a strange silk-like connection was established with the entire audience. Inspiration converged on the upper body, and the resonance spread. Previously, this improvement was constrained by a bottleneck.

The music faded away, and it just ended with the priest's eulogy, and the last lingering chord of the chord lingered for a long time.

The auditorium was silent, Fanning took out a handkerchief and wiped his face.

A large number of inspiration threads resonated and oscillated, and numbers floated from all directions in front of my eyes, and continued to flow into the pale gold subtitles, and finally stopped at [390/100].

It is impossible to imagine how much strength this kind of accumulation will become after being promoted to a wise person, but Fan Ning's heart is very heavy now.

Standing up slowly, he saw Joan holding Xilan, and about [-] teachers standing there, most of the students majoring in music, a few students from other departments, and some people he didn't know , a total of one or two hundred.

With sincere gratitude, he bowed deeply to the audience.

The funeral convoy slowly left the west gate of Saint Lenia University.

After a short journey, the coffin was moved to Liufenas Garden deep in Oak Street, which is a small cemetery of the Church of the Holy Sun.

A group of people stood in front of the brand new tombstone.

When the snow stopped, Fan Ning looked at the black and white photo of Professor Anton Konar in front of him. He was a middle-aged and elderly man in his forties and fifties, with thinning hair, wide-set eyes, big nose, deep wrinkles, and a serious and restrained smile in front of the camera. .

The two stonemasons in charge of the carving held tools in their hands and asked Hiran about the content of the epitaph with their eyes.

Sheeran looked to Fanning.

Fanning said without any hesitation:
"His time will come."