musicians of old

Chapter 300 Remember to Listen (4K [-]-in-[-])

The northern part of Tiorain has longer winters and shorter summers.

In these shorter times, the twilight seemed to be poured with bright dyes, the high clouds were as dark as ice, the low sunset glowed like fire, and the afterglow of the skyline shone through the large windows into Kaprun's sky. In the ward, the dull and pale sheets and furniture took on a strange copper color.

"Mom, why does Dad like to sleep so much recently? Is he still ill?"

In the room, one maid was boiling milk, the other was folding clothes, and dolls and building blocks were scattered at the end of the bed. Olga was playing with little Irene, and her daughter's question slowed down her finger movements while fiddling with toys.

"He was too tired from work before, so he needs to rest. He needs to rest a little longer." Olga's eyes flicked to her husband's face on the pillow in front of her, and then to her daughter's questioning eyes under her fluffy curly hair, and finally returned to the toy quickly. .

"The few times I was too tired from playing, I also slept for a long time." Little Irene expressed her understanding.

"Mrs. Olga, Mr. Fanning is here to visit." A page's voice came from next to my ear, and the young man who was trotting up the stairs ahead of him had his chest heaving up and down, but stood at the door of the ward, and lowered his voice again calmly .

Kaprun, who was half asleep and half awake, moved his legs and feet first, and Olga also stood up after hearing the words, hugged her daughter to the small sofa, and adjusted her appearance a little.

Half a minute later, Fan Ning appeared at the door with a thick sheet of music in his arms.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fanning."

"This is."

Olga greeted from a distance, and as Fanning approached, she saw the night-like darkness and dead silence on the bound cover, and the striking clusters of light.

The white and plain words read: "Symphony No. [-] in C Minor", "Resurrection".

"What a blessing the title is, it dawned on me." She smiled.

Kaprun woke up from his drowsiness and sat up on his own as if with a premonition. Fanning saw him wearing a blue and gray patient suit, his gray hair stood up like hay, and his face was as pale as paper, but his first reaction was to laugh. He kept chanting "good news" on his lips, and stretched out his arm with bruises and some ulcers and scabs.

"Look, it was born smoothly and safely, which is much faster than I thought."

After taking over the score, he looked at the cover for a long time, and slowly opened the first page with steady and calm fingers.

Then bring your own high-end black-rimmed glasses.

The first movement, Funeral March, on the front page, the notes of each orchestration are quite sparse.

Under the sudden uneasy tremolo of the stringed instruments, the double bass played the heavy, brutal and powerful "Interrogation Motive" fragments.

Kaprun flipped through the pages, notes, key signatures, and expression terms, which stimulated his sight in a different way. Once he saw them, his spirit calmed down, as if he had bid farewell to the pause. The state of sexual drowsiness is just like the appearance of studying the score without sleep and food.

In fact, he had already rehearsed the first four movements by heart, but he still turned slowly page by page, with those sounds in his mind.

Kaplan flipped through the pages, and it took about 10 minutes before he finished reading "The First Light", and at this time the rest of the score was still more than one-third thick.

In the fifth movement, the expanded sonata form, the "interrogating motive" of the double bass brought out a savage and out-of-control loud noise, and then the band poured out the overwhelming bB minor decomposition chords, and the trumpet and trombone blew a frightening chord in f minor. Horn, a scene like the apocalypse was violently opened, the ground shook in the wasteland, the tomb was cracked, and the dead stood in a large number, all over the mountains and plains, they joined the procession.
Kaprun flipped through the pages, his face changing with Le Si's various emotions, and his eyes shot light beams from time to time. When he read the beginning of the chorus, his whole body trembled slightly, and then he held his breath completely. All the blood rushed to his face, and it took a long time before he took a big gulp to breathe again.

Corresponding to the various changing sounds in the heart, there is the silence of the ward and the only remaining sound of paper turning.

Fanning stood aside in silence.

"Wow." "Wow."

It wasn't until half an hour later that Kaplan, who was leaning on the bed, finally closed the score. He twisted his waist hard, and the next moment he sat on the edge of the bed, stuffed his feet into slippers, and stood up slowly.

"What are you doing!?" Olga worriedly reached out to help.

"It's okay, I want to go around the yard." Kaprun grabbed his wife's hand, squeezed it a little harder, and then let go of it to show that he didn't have to worry.

"Dad, have you rested?" Little Irene asked.

“Overall good.”

Kaplan smiled nonchalantly.

"I always feel that the ward is gradually becoming old and small, which is uncomfortable, as if it is about to shrink to a few inches square."

Afterwards, he took a slow step and picked up the walking stick leaning against the wall.

Fanning put on the top hat that he took off after entering the door.

The environment of the private sanatorium is good, quiet, clean and conducive to recuperation.

Going out is an empty courtyard, with many trees planted, and zinnias blooming around it.

Walking along, I saw some wild flowers and weeds growing from the bottom of the wall and the stone cracks in the corridor. It is difficult to determine whether it shows decadence or vitality.

"Professor Fanning." After taking a half-circle for a walk, Kaplan, who was wearing a hospital suit and a cane, spoke first, "Afterwards, I'm wondering if Irene wants her."

"The cultural class that should be taken is as usual." Fan Ning said, "For the violin, Miss Sheeran can teach, but I have to ask Sheeran's wishes."

"This is the most reassuring situation." Kaplan was overjoyed.

Fanning thought for a while, then calmly added:

"On weekdays, I will let her often play with the brothers and sisters in the youth symphony orchestra. When she grows up, she can consider going professional. The talent is enough, and it can be regarded as learning since childhood, but the most important thing is to Wait until the moment when you have a clear awareness."

"Okay.Okay"

When Fanning spoke, Kaplan kept nodding yes, and when he heard the last sentence, he asked, "Are you aware of it?"

"A clear awareness that you can't live without it in your life."

"Never be without her." Fanning repeated again with another pronoun, "Moreover, it is not enough to be 'friends', but to become 'closer lovers'. Some people realize it gradually, some Some people realize it suddenly, and the time is different. Some people are young, some people grow up, and some people are later. Of course, there are still people who don’t know how to do it, so don’t force it, or it will hurt each other. Not sure, after all, the time is not the same, until the last moment, it is difficult for anyone to make a conclusion."

"The time is indeed different." Kaprun nodded with a sigh, "You are the earliest."

"Me?" Fanning recalled something, "Yes, but technically not."

"Does it count?"

"I have known her since I was a child, and I have inexplicable feelings since I was a child. It was early then."

Fan Ning raised his head in a daze, the residual heat of the evening was still there, the setting sun squeezed out the light from the leaves, and cut the shadow of the fallen house, at the junction of light and darkness on the stone steps, a fat short-haired blue cat was lying on its stomach, facing the two The man meowed reluctantly.

"...But I used to be a bit of a fool, thinking it would be good to be 'friends', but then I realized how much I wanted to 'become lovers' with her, it was a bit late."

Kaprun nodded as usual as he was in conducting lessons, but he was somewhat clear about Fanning's music experience, but he was not particularly clear, and he couldn't confirm whether Fanning's statement fully corresponded to his experience.

"Has the premiere date been set?"

"It was reported on July 7th, and we are waiting for the receipt from the cultural department. After the official confirmation, the ticket will be issued." After answering this question, Fan Ning felt a little strange.

Business performances organized by registered bands must be reported. In order to count the activity, it is also the first barrier to avoid mysterious risks.But as a guest of the cultural department, I usually take a formality and receive a telegram receipt the next day. This time, it has been four or five days, and it seems that the administration department has not received the receipt yet?
"It's very fast." After Kaprun finished speaking, his face suddenly changed.

In addition to the pain that lasted almost throughout the day, there was another sharp pain in the torso and shoulders. He bowed and quickly took out the small medicine bottle from the large pocket of the hospital gown.

Four small green pills were poured into the palm of the hand one after another.

Olga and the maid, who were waiting more than ten meters away, pushed the empty wheelchair over like flying, and took out a water glass from below and handed it over. Kaprun swallowed it calmly, his face gradually eased, but he waved his hand to signal that he would not sit down.

He stood on the stick with both hands, almost supporting his whole body weight on it, and continued to move slowly bit by bit.

Fan Ning frowned at the surge in the consumption of Extraordinary potions.

And it wasn't until this moment that Fan Ning fully realized that the permanent conductor of his own orchestra in front of him was completely different from the "fancier" he had just met a year ago.

All flesh is like grass.

It doesn't take too long for time to take a person's life, a year is a long time, sometimes it only takes a few seconds.

He is a real musician now, but his life is completely burned to the end.

For example, there will be no more enthusiastically practicing solfeggio every night.

It is basically impossible to return to the podium.

Fanning's throat moved, and he wanted to repeat what he had said on the way to visit Ms. Hamilton that day.

On the day of the premiere, you go.

But in the end, faced with the situation before him, what he actually said was no longer this sentence——

"On the day of the premiere, remember to come and listen."

"I will definitely come, it's nothing to say." Kaplan said immediately.

Fanning glanced down at his pocket watch.

"So from the perspective of ensuring safety, you should go up and rest now, and you have been walking for 15 minutes."

Kaprun's cane made shallow pits one after another in the dirt between the stone roads.

"There is no shortage of rest time, Professor Fanning, I would like to ask some questions about the fifth movement."

Fanning quickly covered up the strange look in his eyes.

"You speak."

In the next 5 minutes, Fanning answered a few questions, and the two walked an extra 20 meters.

Kaplan then leaned back in his wheelchair and chatted with him for another 10 minutes with his eyes closed.

The last glimmer of light on the horizon is about to be swallowed up.

After spending a total of 30 minutes in the courtyard, the two said their goodbyes, and Olga and the maid pushed Kaprun back to the nursing building.

"Seven, fourteen, fifteen..."

Fan Ning stood where he was, with his top hat on his right hand, watching the backs of the three leaving, counting the number of days until the premiere declaration day, thinking about whether it was near or far.

His Adam's apple kept moving.

When the outline of the wheelchair was about to disappear in the hall, he finally said again:
"Remember to listen."

The hair standing on the back of his head on the wheelchair was like dry grass, and an OK gesture was raised beside him.

Fan Ning closed his eyes forcefully, and then opened them again, only the empty twilight remained in the hall of the convalescent building.

His eyes were still in front of him, and at the same time, he reached out and groped around the clothes and trousers, first the left trouser pocket, then the right trouser pocket, then the chest, and then the inner pocket...

After fumbling for a few minutes, he returned to his left trouser pocket and took out a car key shaped like a small crank.

He turned around and walked out along the stone road in small steps. Near the gate of the courtyard, he saw a wine red elegant car parked beside his black limousine.

Roy was wearing a cream-colored moiré silk dress with a lighter belt around his waist, and he reached for the small bag handed by the butler.

Another valet loaded her cello case into the trunk, and the burgundy car drove away.

"Good evening." She went up to Fanning.

"Just get off the train." Fan Ning forced the corners of his mouth.

"Turner Art Hall is the first stop. When I arrived, I heard that you were going out, so this is the second stop." She observed Fanning's undisguised expression, and then looked at the sanatorium building in the twilight and sighed .

"Aren't you going home first?" Fanning pointed to the small red car that had driven out of the gate.

"Let you see me off and talk by the way."

The car was driving slowly on the street, and the warm lights of the store signs on both sides were lighting up one after another.

"Which home are you going to?" asked Fanning.

"Northern Suburb of Pushore District, the mansion in Hawale Township. Thanks for your hard work." Roy in the co-pilot turned his body sideways to Fanning, looking at his side face while driving.

"You're welcome."

"The application for the premiere concert has been completed." After a little silence, she said again, "It's over today, so the administration department should have received the receipt at this very moment."

"Your news is better than mine." Fan Ning said, "It's been five days. So, the Ministry of Culture didn't make the decision this time. Did they receive some instructions?"

Although the results have not changed…

But the approval cycle, which is very different from the past, made Fan Ning keenly aware of a slight change behind it.

"Ask them to wait for a notification and to wait for further research. They waited for five days. Then... it passed as usual, but there is an additional request that requires your cooperation."

"It's the request of the Special Patrol Office, right?"

Roy nodded slightly: "Extra 15 internal tickets are reserved, and all seats are required to be separated and distributed evenly and discretely in each area of ​​the symphony hall."

"Seat for investigators?" Fan Ning laughed uncontrollably, and pressed the horn, "beep" to remind the dangling carriage ahead.

"This is interesting. Since the result of the review is still passed, it means that they have no evidence that my "Second Symphony" is a prayer or secret atmosphere for evil and mysterious purposes. Then, the first song of a normal and serious musical work Acting, which one are they playing?"

"Mr. Fanning." Roy's voice softened.

"Ok?"

"Do you think Roy is someone you trust or are close to?"

"...That's it." Fanning paused, and added: "After all, even without our personal relationship, I can see what the Bologna School's attitude is towards the Special Patrol Office. I am more or less worthy of friendship A knower or an artist, you wouldn’t be plotting against me, would you?”

"That might be." Roy smiled slightly, then lowered his voice, "Just kidding, but since that's the case"

"Tell me quietly first, did you find some way to pretend to be Vassius after everyone escaped from the small town of Watznai that day?"

(End of this chapter)