musicians of old

Chapter 258 As if reborn (4.8K [-] in [-])

The laborer Poles was munching on potatoes boiled in salt water.

The middle-aged man's facial muscles were moving periodically like a machine. Although he didn't stop chewing food, his haggard brows were deeply frowned because he heard his son ask, "Would it be easier and more cost-effective to die?"

But as Bollez's narration unfolded, his expression gradually relaxed.

It's just that the eyes are getting more and more dazed, and eating has become slower.

"Twenty or thirty years, five hundred pounds?"

That's right, this is all the value, or result, or meaning of a person's life.

And it's a juvenile-style hopeful and optimistic rehearsal: every 14 hours of work, every 29 days of work, every year of work, you can earn close to 50 pounds, and if you don't have illnesses and accidents, you only need to spend 30 pounds of it to survive. pounds, so wait twenty or thirty years later
Don't be so slow, pull it a little faster, from the beginning to the end, isn't it Lianka?
I was so moved, if I didn't "pull it to the end", there would be a great risk of not being able to do this.

Seems a little ridiculous?

Sheeran subconsciously gave Fanning a look of help, she didn't know how to answer little Boles' question.

There seems to be a picture in front of Fan Ning. It is a collection of scenes of a day's life content. It is not complicated. After "copying and stacking" it thousands of times, and embellishing it a few times with reproduction and aging diseases, the basic form of life comes out.

A very happy life—contrast that of a slum-dweller, a criminal, or a workhouse laborer—who has a home to return to, a job to do, a family and food, and no precarious existence.

"No, that's not the case. You work too long for too little wages because the factory owner takes too much of your surplus value, and you are covered by too much risk of illness and accident because your employer Or colluded with evil organizations, or failed to fulfill the basic guarantee obligations. If you have the opportunity to receive a better education, and belong to the group of people who are diligent in learning and thinking, there are still many opportunities to enter the middle class in this industrial age, so you can experience There is definitely a difference in the existence of more self, living twenty or thirty years longer than dying directly."

This is the answer that Fan Ning subconsciously rehearsed in his mind facing the blank expression of little Bollez.

But he didn't say it, because he quickly realized that the question was wrong. The teenager didn't ask "why is this so", and a series of "if then" assumptions didn't make sense to him.

Regardless of whether this is an old industrial world where extraordinary powers can be proven effective
Assuming that pragmatists propose a certain set of ways to improve society, and then through practice, the proportion of refugees, criminals and poor laborers decreases, then they will feel that they have successfully answered this question:
"Hey, we have found a solution. There used to be 50% of people who are unfortunate like that. Now the latest statistics show that it is only 30%. There will be fewer and fewer people in society in the future."

But already, what should I do?
The concept of the times is too far away from the concept of the individual.

The questioner is always that part of the specific person who is already on the path of alienated labor fate—in other words, the subject of this kind of question is not how to "from 50% to 30%" at all, but every specific "100%" how to.

Besides, does this boy really want to know what to do?I'm afraid not necessarily, he also guesses that his life is like this, he is just confused how to understand all this, if the labor income and reproduction consumption of life are converted into a pile of net savings, does this mean the whole meaning of death?

If yes, change 500 pounds to 100 pounds for refugees, or change it to 5000 pounds for middle class, is that also the whole meaning of the death of these classes?
Fanning did not understand and could not answer.

He changed into a relaxed smile, got up and walked to the door.

In Sheeran's view, it was a subtle, compromised, resigned, relaxed smile with a sense of substitution.

"The investigation and collection is over, the next step is..." Fan Ning took out the thing that was leaning against the back of the wooden door when he entered the door.

A classical guitar.

"Can you sing?" Fanning sat down again holding the guitar.

The boy nodded subconsciously.

"Can you sing scales? That's right, hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm." Fan Ning first hummed upwards to indicate 12345671, and then used the most common vowel "ah" to sing downwards.

The boy continued to nod repeatedly.

"Caroun, so you want DuPont to contribute a spare guitar, are you serious?" Sheeran looked at Fan Ning who was holding the piano and tuning the strings, and suddenly felt an unusual sense of elegance, sitting with him on the piano Compared with standing in front of or standing on the podium.

"As a conductor, I still know too few instruments." Fanning, who was listening to the pitch, said.

He clearly remembered that the conductor teacher who took him to play in the comprehensive university student symphony orchestra in his previous life had six or seven musical instruments that had reached the advanced or even proficient level, and many masters circulated that "during the rehearsal, take the musician's instrument and demonstrate it." ", for a conductor, every additional musical instrument he masters is a valuable asset in his artistic career.

With Fan Ning's current artistic accomplishment and inspiration intensity, it doesn't take much effort to practice a musical instrument to the threshold level of music majors, but mastery still requires years of study and accumulation.

"Then you continue to learn the violin with me." Sheeran said.

Many times the funny scenes of the two swapping the positions of the piano and the violin, and stumbling into the ensemble repertoire flashed through her mind, and a smile appeared on her face: "After all, the guitar is relatively rarely used in orchestral music, and many acoustic functions have been replaced by the harp. "

"Practice has proved that when you are waiting downstairs in the dormitory, you can hold a guitar, but it is difficult to move the piano or harp. It makes sense in such a situation." After making a joke again, Fan Ning's mood It gradually became more relaxed, but Sheeran didn't quite understand.

"I'll play, you sing." Fanning swept out a mellow, soft and rich-layered A minor seventh chord.

It was like the gray and white filter was removed, and the world returned to its proper colorful colors. With his left hand quickly switching between frets, Fan Ning dialed out a series of three-degree double-tone chromatic prelude cadenzas, warming every corner of the cabin. withered corner.

The cautious young man staring at Fan Ning's fingers suddenly had a natural reaction of weeping tears. Just when he didn't know how to start, the cascade changed into an undercurrent of undulating chord background, and Fan Ning sang the small group with the rhythm of whole notes The do sound, and continue to sing the re sound.

The young man realized that this was just an upward scale, and he immediately followed up. At first, his throat was not clear and his voice trembled a little, but after he sang the fifth sol, the deep and pure voice characteristics were initially presented. come out.

Although the melody is only a whole-note scale with one bar and one tone, under the improvisational level of Fanning's "Forged Lion", the accompaniment is by no means piled up according to the rules of harmony, and the connection of each part is delicate and delicate , and faintly contains two lines as contrasting melodies, which makes the original boring vocal practice show an extremely beautiful and interesting effect.

Little Boles sang with all his attention in the order of ascending-descending-ascending. He felt that he had never experienced such a touch in his life. This is not a scale exercise. He felt that he had sung a master-level work of art.

"Currently the suitable vocal range is from the big character group D to the small character group e1." Fan Ning motioned to Sheeran to record, "Good bass seedling, then, now you memorize the melody I played, and then imitate the singing, using Several regular syllables in Hoffmann will do."

Fanning played several sets of singing pieces about four bars in length. After confirming that Bollez’s ability to memorize the music material, imitate the intonation and rhythm, and even the ability to grasp emotions were still satisfactory, he started from the official document. A folder and a small card were handed in the bag.

"If you are interested, welcome to report at the 'Chorus Affiliated to the Old Symphony Orchestra' at the beginning of October according to the above time and place. The foldout is the information introduction, and the card is the report voucher."

The young man recovered from his state of devotion, and took the card with trembling hands: "Mr. Turner Art Hall, is this a job?"

"That dignified, classy, ​​music-related gig?"

"Can I do such a job?"

"For a person like me, if I don't reincarnate again to try my luck, can I enter a place like a concert hall? Can I do such a career?"

His parents were also wide-eyed in disbelief.

"To be precise, it's not a job." Fan Ning shook his head. "Although you have potential, it is impossible to directly engage in performances without formal chorus training."

"This is a learning opportunity similar to entering a school. If you accept it, it means that you need to quit your current job and obey the schedule of the choir for strict professional training. In addition to 6 days a week times 8 hours of music lessons, extracurricular time It also requires you to put your heart and soul into the practice, and then gradually take on the task of performing."

"The opportunity to study in school, the strict professional training, so this is necessary." Little Boles' eyes lit up, but he lowered his head again.

Seeing the young man's expression of eagerness to try and hesitating to speak, Fan Ning added with a smile: "Of course, due to the nature of this out-of-production, considering the actual family situation, the members of the group will get 1 gold pound every week. It's not employment salary, let's consider it a 'living allowance'."

"What!?" The middle-aged man suspected that he had heard it wrong, and even his taciturn wife said in shock.

"One pound per week, do you get it? Don't you pay it?"

"There is no tuition fee for studying in school, and there are living allowances? 4 pounds a month?"

This is the salary level he achieved when he worked hard day and night in the workshop when his physical condition and operational proficiency were at their peak in the early years!
Fan Ning nodded: "If you follow up with good talent and performance, you also have the chance to be formally hired by the Symphony Orchestra."

"Formally hired by the symphony orchestra?" Little Bollez's body was shaking more and more uncontrollably.

He has heard of such a job, and it is said that he can earn nearly 10 pounds a week at least!

It's not January, it's a week! !

And, what a noble job that is, isn't that an artist?Yes, that is an artist! !
Looking at the expressions of this family, even Ms. Hamilton, who has always been unsmiling, was moved for a moment.

"It's getting late, and we still have important visiting tasks in the near future." Fan Ning put his guitar on his back and motioned everyone to leave. Before leaving, he emphasized, "You can just report according to the requirements of the card after you think about it, and then, that page, The promotional information related to this recruitment activity has no other use, you can forward it to your friends after reading it."

Little Bollez pinched the card tightly with his thumb and index finger stiffly, unable to utter a word.

In another house more than an hour later, a young male laborer who lived alone was curled up on a chair wrapped in an old blanket, and the garbage basket next to him was filled with bloody waste paper.

"The disease is progressing stably. The previously estimated three-year life expectancy will not be lowered. After the compensation is paid out, we will supplement food and nutrition as instructed." Ms. Hamilton informed the young man in a calm and rational tone after collecting all the information. .

This is also Fanning's second visit. This laborer named Lindsay is three years older than himself. He ran a handicraft furniture workshop in his early years and had an income close to the middle class. However, with the merger of large factories, He went bankrupt due to competition, his two children died, and his wife died of illness immediately.

The watch factory was his last job. Fortunately, the station was not a painting operation, and the exposure time was shorter. The blood disease he suffered from did not take his life away at a faster rate. He received about two hundred Pounds of compensation.

"Cough, there's still more than half of it, right?" Lindsay smiled wryly, "It's good for a person like me who is alone. Originally, I might have to work hard for the rest of my life to ensure that I don't starve to death. Now I have a small amount of money. , but I have a year or two of my own time."

Although his words seemed to be free and easy with self-deprecation, in fact his face was extremely pale, and his body was shaking with fear and cold.

Gradually watching your own body die while unaccompanied.

"Is the trumpet mentioned last time still playing?" Fanning asked.

"Hey, when I was a child, I studied with my neighbor's teacher for a few years, and I even formed an amateur wind band. It was so good at that time. My parents and brothers and sisters were still alive. Although my family was ordinary, I didn't have to worry about food and clothing. I also fantasized about future love. With the art career, I don’t know when the box is hidden under the bed, and there are only a handful of times a year when it is blown.”

Lindsay took the old box to the table and opened it, and found out the number oil in the small storage box.

"Try it? If there is any ditty you remember." Fan Ning, who was sitting across from him with his guitar in his arms, asked with a smile.

Lindsay played a gloomy and desolate aria melody with the characteristics of the northern country of Tiolein.

The six strings under Fanning's fingertips are accompanied by a simple and cool natural minor chord progression.

Two minutes later, the music was interrupted, and the dark red blood oozed from Lindsay's nose. After being wiped off by the waste paper, he kept saying sorry, but tears glistened in his eyes.

"A high level among amateurs." Fanning handed over the foldout and card, "If you are interested, please follow the time and place above to report on 'Youth Symphony Orchestra Affiliated to the Old Symphony Orchestra'."

He briefly introduced the situation again, explained the study discipline and subsidy standards, and looked forward to the future.

When Lindsay came back to his senses, the humble hut had returned to loneliness and bleakness.

"A...apprentice trumpet player for an orchestra?" He hugged his instrument tightly.

The incomplete and alternative ensemble experience just now made him recall the past events of his youth one after another. Those faded pictures rippled and faded like water ripples, and finally the dead relatives, empty rooms and gradually disappearing body of.

It's like a dream, but the noble, comforting, and memorable things will always be in this world.

If music has substance, you should cry deeply at her feet.

In the middle of the night, in the back seat of the bumpy car on the return journey, Sheeran confirmed to Fan Ning with his eyes closed and resting beside him: "Caroun, it seems that you are indeed building personnel according to the idea of ​​a three-part group, right?"

"Well, the old symphony orchestra is the professional body that will impact the world rankings. The mid-term goal of the affiliated chorus is to focus on the "Second Symphony", while the affiliated youth symphony orchestra is another set of different training repertoires and performance plans. The latter two Both are important carriers of my 'Music Relief' and 'Art Popularity' programs."

On the first night, during the three-hour visit, he and Ms. Hamilton cooperated to complete the labor collection of 23 households, and selected 5 candidates to be included in the "Music Rescue" program.

Xilan nodded and asked softly: "Actually, you answered the first question in this way, right? Even if you give them an extra few hundred gold pounds, it's just a question of converting the price of life." , you answered with a monthly subsidy of 4 pounds."

"A very small part." Fan Ning covered his face with his hands and took a deep breath, "You know, too few, the number of 'music assistance' I can provide is too small, a large choir has a maximum of [-] or [-] people, and a double-controlled teenager The symphony orchestra has a maximum of sixty people, and there are too many dead. The world is full of sorrows that I cannot understand. This is not an answer. Strictly speaking, I still have nothing. before the direction of

"It does take a process, but you won't get nothing. Although the outcome of their death will not change, but in the last period from now on." Sheeran put his hand on his shoulder lightly.

"You gave them new life."

(End of this chapter)