musicians of old

Chapter 254 All Belongs to Me (4K [-]-in-[-])

"Candlelight dinner. A corner of the manor." Fanning looked at her seriously.

Roy sat next to her with her knees hugged, and the dining table for the two of them was right above their heads. The dancing candles made her profile more delicate, and the various indoor displays that served as her background in the field of vision also appeared in the twilight. Delicate, delicate, quiet and spotless.

"Yeah, that's great."

"You see, today is the last working day of the city's employees, and tomorrow is Sunday."

"Actually, it's not just us. When Mark and his record company employees finish their advertising work today, there may be an exquisite social event waiting for him; Vice President Huxley may be in such a quiet and elegant mansion , having a leisurely dinner with his wife and three children; Principal Sternike may go to a lonely but fulfilling concert; A cozy evening with family and friends”

"I'm not emphasizing the contrast, we can have a good experience tonight and they die, but the probability, or the uncertainty."

"This sense of uncertainty in the fate of all people is frightening. Anyone who has an experience similar to tonight may be deprived of it at any time. Thinking about it, if I could see the date and method of my future death on a certain carrier, this would be the most terrifying thing in the world, and I would definitely not dare to see it.”

"What about looking at the people around you? What about mine?" Roy asked softly.

Fan Ning shook his head: "Thinking about it now, I am terribly afraid that after the sudden death of Principal Sternika, you also broke in to observe the 'disaster' out of control."

"It's very equal, it scares you to death." She turned her face to the other side.

Fan Ning continued: "Thinking forward, the changes in the distribution methods of various places, trains and stations inspected by extraordinary organizations this time may result in different death combinations; , if any link changes, a certain companion may never be seen again. And in the future, the next time may be me, it may be you, it may be anyone who knows or does not know, including accidents without warning , including some pollution that has been accumulated for a long time without knowing it.”

He couldn't help looking at the bed, where was the pillow where the baton was placed before it was taken back to Qiming Church.

"You know about Kaplan's health, don't you?"

Roy nodded silently.

"His bad luck, we may be announced at any time. Many older people with knowledge are also suffering from illness. Terminal illness is indeed better than accidental death without time to confess the last words, but it is long and the end is over. The process of making a decision is also a huge torture for myself and my family.”

"Generally speaking, this kind of narrative is a lingering black vocabulary in various periods and regions of human beings. The death of the same kind not only drags the dead into nothingness, but also casts a shadow on the living. Human beings have various commemorations and The most common form of resolution is 'funeral' or 'narrator', but most of the deaths are unspeakable pranks, you can't find any reason, and you can't dig out any extra value, no matter what How noble your character is."

"So, why did Mr. Fanning ask himself if he was indifferent?" Roy finally spoke.

"Not at all."

"Pale comfort or sympathetic tears have no extra meaning for you, or that is not the way you are good at dealing with the world. You not only want to answer those questions for specific people, specific people, but also want to let go. Go out into the wider history and answer for everyone, right?"

She felt that Fanning's eyes looking at her became moving and soft, so she rested her head on her curled knees, turned to his face, and stared at him: "Pragmatists often ask, 'so What's the point of that?', 'So what's the point of that?', 'If you're real. You should', in other words they usually think that this kind of human thinking is meaningless, such as for daytime accidents From a social point of view, we can talk about public emergency management, from a technological point of view, we can talk about industrial risk control, and those who know can talk about strengthening the inspection of the mysterious side.”

"Pragmatists will roughly separate rationality and sensibility, thinking that the above-mentioned approach is rationality, and the non-above-mentioned approach is sensibility. They see a narrative value, but they only see this one. In fact, philosophers, Poets and artists will always try to find a deeper narrative perspective, in the eyes of the latter, rationality and sensibility are just different ways to discuss issues, and they should be used in combination.”

"—Just like the process of creating this work by Mr. Fanning, you hope that it can not only save the dead, but also comfort the living. There are many living people around the deceased, and every living person is also a future deceased, so that we or the listeners will become more calm when encountering similar experiences in the future."

While Roy was talking softly, the two outstretched ankles accidentally touched each other. She avoided it at first, but then moved closer to the distance again. Then she stretched her hand over her head, took a wet towel from the table and applied it to herself cheek.

"Mr. Fanning is an artist, well, I'm like you." Her eyelashes fluttered.

"Thank you Miss Roy." Fanning took a deep breath and thanked him sincerely.

He experienced an extremely rare touch in his own life experience: "Actually, I feel that I can't express clearly. From the beginning when I talked about Mark and Huxley, until just now, it was all scattered, and I didn't even know what I was talking about." What. In other words, the few attempts in my life ended in failure of expression, when I thought there was a suitable context and sharer.”

"No, you speak clearly and easily understandable." Roy said seriously, "Instead, it's my interpretation of your thoughts, and some words may not convey the meaning."

"No, you speak clearly and easily," Fanning repeated her words.

"Hahaha"

The two smiled at each other with a "puchi" and gave each other a slight push.

"So, the final movement is coming soon." Fanning smiled slightly, "I think I asked a pretty good question, and the transition of all emotions and scenes is almost enough, but I can't find the direction to answer. It is too difficult to sublimate the symphony with chorus."

"Hmm..." Roy was lost in thought. She supported the velvet blanket on the ground, changed her sitting position with her legs folded, and leaned back.

"In the earlier five years of my life—referring to the period between the ages of 12 and 17—due to the educational environment I received, I read a lot of tragic classical dramas, and then as a kind of psychological compensation, I was addicted to A love story with a happy ending on the market"

Speaking of this, Roy smiled embarrassedly: "Well, it should be due to the unique throbbing of that period and the popular things in the social circle of noble girls. In short, follow the heroine's perfect love experience. Being able to cure the 'tragedy disease' gave me a lot of comfort, made up for a lot of regret and sadness, and a lot of things that I can't dream of in reality seem to be possessed in the process of immersion."

"... At least something that was unattainable in that past stage." She added with a low smile, hugging a bunch of curtains on Fanning's shoulder.

Fanning listened carefully to her story.

“Recently I have studied some vocal works, including medieval cantatas, romantic art songs, operas or oratorios, and orchestral works with vocals. I also read through the prototype texts of their poems and found that I Some deeply impressed emotions seem to have a similar process to love novels from the source—”

Roy raised his head and thought for a while: "I don't know how to name it, let's use the word 'program' for now."

"Program?" Fanning really didn't understand this time, what does it have to do with the idea of ​​the final movement discussed.

"Well, programs. Programs of aesthetics, programs of experience, programs of comfort"

Roy gave a few examples skillfully, apparently since she learned of Fanning's chorus idea, she has been thinking about it seriously.

"For example, Sire, the philosopher who wrote epic poems in ancient times, or Biedrich, the poetess in the new calendar who inherited his thoughts, are very good at creating an imaginative narrative context. In long poems, they make certain myths Characters, even the Lord of Witness, lead themselves through a journey, and then get to know historical figures under different historical projections, and express their own philosophical, moral, or political views through the collision of fictionalized dialogues and the development of the plot.”

"For example, Gregory, the master of the Middle Ages, when he created operas, he would draw heavily from the allusions in the "Enlightenment Sutra" and "Judgment Sutra" of the Church of the Holy Sun. In the end, the miracle came, bringing everything to perfection and reunion, so the audience who followed the whole process also got relief and confession.”

"For another example, Gilles' Ninth Symphony, which is more familiar to music fans, although most of the pages are instrumental music without text, the four movements also show a complete process: the beginning is a struggle , hesitation and pain, then banter and irony, then meditation and reminiscence, and finally sublimated into light, fraternity and carnival, so the audience who listened to the whole movement also experienced a noble spiritual tour."

Three examples from poetry, religion and music respectively made Fanning gradually reveal his thoughtful color.

"Look, they all contain fictitious elements that are 'hard to happen in reality'." Roy brushed his hair, "There will be no mythical figures to take you through historical projections, and there will be no Lord of Witnesses coming. Miracles solve the love and hatred of people in the last days, and the current era is far from the 'love of all mankind', right?"

"But they all provide a formula?" Fanning's eyes brightened, "...an ideal formula for reading, listening, deducing or thinking that can be substituted by the appreciator. The narrative perspective that is difficult to happen in the world, so as to realize the redemption of the dead, comfort the living, or let the listener reap the noble touch."

"You understand!" Roy gestured triumphantly, "Therefore, in addition to the structure of 'question-thinking-answer', the direction of our sublimation may also have elements of 'beginning-process-ending'."

"The former is in the category of 'argumentative', while the latter is in the category of 'narrative', they are not contradictory." Fan Ning stood up from the ground, "Well, it is very promising discussion, now, let me roughly summarize The abbreviated score of the third movement insisted on finishing it."

Immediately, he felt black again, so Roy held him steady.

"Slow down, huh—" The girl blew out the candles and opened the crystal chandelier.

It was past eight o'clock, and the maids came in to clean the dining table, and Fanning sat down in front of the grand piano.

"Does it have to be so urgent, I feel that you still need to rest, and, you just wrote down all the main inspiration fragments, right?"

"It is necessary to rest, but if I expand these inspiration fragments another night, the final product will definitely be different from the notes I played tonight. This difference is very likely to be the opposite, although the probability is small, But I can't take it," Fanning explained.

"So can I stay here?" she asked. "I read, or play with my own, trying not to make a sound."

"Okay." Fan Ning held the pen in his right hand, and his left hand had already played sixteenth notes on the keys, "It doesn't matter if you make a sound, don't be so careful, I'm actually not easy to be disturbed, of course , most of the time I won’t be able to talk to you.”

"Okay!" Roy replied happily, and then stepped on the soft big bed with a book of poems in his arms.

"Hey, that's my place." Fanning widened his eyes.

"What is your place? It's obviously my manor, so naturally it all belongs to me." She snorted triumphantly, and moved her whole body to where Fan Ning had been lying, put on the blanket he had covered, and leaned on the The pillow he rested on.

Then he opened the thick book, and the two little feet covered by the blanket began to shake happily.

"Why don't you write anymore?" She looked up after two minutes.

"Wait for me in that case"

"Why don't you drive me away when you're done writing and going to sleep."

"Okay." Fan Ning shook his head helplessly, and sat back on the piano bench.

He quickly entered the creative mode of full concentration, either writing hard, trying out on the piano, or getting up and standing in front of the French windows for a while.

Roy didn't talk to him again. She was flipping through the poetry collection, making annotations or reciting softly from time to time, and for a considerable part of the time, she was nibbling on the penholder, quietly watching Fanning's back playing the piano or notation.

At the end of the second and third hours, she brought Fanning a fruit plate and snacks, placed them behind the small fabric table beside the piano bench, and silently crawled back to bed.

Fanning ate part of it while getting up and moving.

Then he wrote until [-]:[-] in the morning, which took a full six and a half hours.

Waking up at night was originally the urging and early warning of the passing of Scherzo's inspiration, and the spiritual recovery was only in a semi-finished state. Now he felt that his brain was emptied again, and the blood vessels in several parts were throbbing.

The third movement was basically completed, Fan Ning rubbed his head, stood up and turned around.

He was about to speak out, but immediately covered his mouth.

The book of poems was placed next to the pillow, and Roy fell asleep early at some point.

(End of this chapter)