musicians of old

Chapter 325 The First Movement: The Poem of Awakening (2): School Girl
"What's going on, why did you miss one when the performance department cleared the scene?"

The female staff member in black uniform was still talking to herself in confusion until the locker was locked again.

He turned his head and glanced at Fanning standing in front of the marble wall of the ticket hall again.

Undoubtedly, it was a handsome guy wearing a gray jacket, carrying a schoolbag, and holding a mobile phone with his head down.

Under the dim light, Fan Ning looked at his vaguely visible figure and face on the smooth wall.

He suddenly felt that his appearance in the Blue Star and the old industrial world, although at first glance the former was more eastern and the latter more western, but if the hair style, eye color and clothing were not interfering, there seemed to be quite a lot of similarities in essence.

"If I dress up like this to meet Sheilan, will she recognize me? Is it familiar or unfamiliar? Will she find it nice or strange?"

It was a cold night in late autumn, and Fanning sneezed as he descended the steps of the concert hall.

The noise in the city center is always gentle and dense. Standing here, the view is high and wide. You can see the torrent of car lights on the overpass, and the distant sky at night is full of scattered light from neon lights.
After typing those four words, he directly cut off DingTalk, entered the taxi-hailing software, and prepared to return to the rented house.

If the old industrial world was just a physical dream of nearly two years, and he returned to the real world of Blue Star after going around for a while, he could go to the company to demonstrate squid cooking skills tomorrow.

Putting aside the mysticism and strange language knowledge in my mind, leaving aside the memories of a bunch of works of art by masters from other worlds, I only rely on the current "great" level of piano and conductor level, or just "giant" ", "Resurrection" two symphonies compiled and published, are enough to knock on the door of the top music academy on Blue Star.

The DingTalk and WeChat pop-up windows on the top of the mobile phone are still popping up shocking private chat inquiries from colleagues, and angry @问题 from the leader.

Sending sincere greetings to the people's entrepreneurs, for the current Fan Ning, did not cause him any psychological fluctuations, but he still stared at the phone and frowned.

"The details are so rich? I won't really return to Blue Star."

If so, such a deep knowledge of music and occultism from the old industrial world... is certainly a bit absurd to be able to obtain it by dreaming at a Bach concert.

Those memories are too huge, too complicated, too systematic, and even more unforgettable. If this is a dream, he thinks it is even more absurd than when he examined his memories on the blue star at the beginning of his time travel.

That's why I feel so vigilant when I am confused.

He sat in the back row of the online hailing car.

Compared with these detailed explorations, there is another way after returning to renting a house, and there may be a greater possibility of discovering something.

into a dream.

It was almost 0 o'clock, and the car was speeding on the viaduct.

The lights of the city retreat like a shuttle, and half of the crescent moon hangs high in the night sky.

For a moment, Fanning saw a small gap in the surface of the moon, and blinked at himself.

A palpitating sense of horror penetrated his whole body, he shook his head suddenly, but when he raised his head again, he saw nothing abnormal.

Recalling the feeling just now, it is like an illusion between the clouds and the changing lights.

"From the ancient language to the modern language, the meaning of '午' has gone through a long and rich change..."

An inexplicable thought of the past flashed across, Fan Ning looked away from the car window, and landed on the playlist in his hand.

It's a chamber music concert by Bach.

"Counterpoint 1: Fugue in Four Voices" "Counterpoint 2: Fugue in Four Voices"...

"Counterpoint 10: Triple Fugue in Four Voices" "Counterpoint 11: Octave Canon" "Counterpoint 12: Retrograde Expanded Canon"...

「对位法18和19：三声部镜像赋格」「对位法20和21：双古钢琴镜像赋格」「对位法22：四声部四重赋格（终曲，未完成）」……

The Art of the Fugue, BWV.1080.

The last work of Bach's creative career, it can also be regarded as the last scene he heard at the Blue Star concert by himself before time travel.

"The Art of Fugue" consists of 22 pieces (first), all of which are developed based on a very simple theme in D minor. Bach seems to want to explore all possibilities of counterpoint writing with limited materials and inspiration , which is not made for any specified instrument, but only expresses purely abstract musical relationships, "Tonight" is played by a string quartet or piano trio.

If "Gothenburg Variations" is a magnificent musical church, then "The Art of Fugue" should be the pearl embedded in the dome from the glow, which is regarded as the "torch bearer" in his later years. The final summary of artistic exploration is regarded as the highest peak in the history of human polyphonic music.

But it is a pity that the finale of the 22nd fugue, which is the most touching, the most grand and difficult, and the most divine, is still in an unfinished state.

In later generations, countless music masters and scholars tried to complete Article 22, and several supplementary versions were produced, but without exception, they could not continue its strong divinity, and could not bring this work to the end of Dzogchen.

This is one of the greatest regrets in the history of human music. Every time he heard the moment when the note stopped abruptly, Fan Ning lamented that it was "the most desperate thing he was born to never get".

Whenever I think of "The Art of Fugue", countless thoughts flow in my heart.

But he thought of something at the same time, unlocked the phone again, and opened the WeChat chat interface with his father Fan Chenxun.

"Bach [like] [like]"

Before the start of the concert, after taking pictures of the playlist, Fan Chenxun's last reply was still this one at 7:45 tonight.

Scrolling up, it was exactly the same as the record I saw lying in the Santa Ramborg City College Hotel.

Include sentences that are specious and could be construed far-fetched as veiled reminders.

Perhaps the only difference is that Fan Chenxun posted the position on June 6, and now after clicking in, he can see his position and its relative direction.

Fan Ning originally organized some concise and concise wording, but after typing a dozen or so words, he seemed to consider some concerns and deleted them all.

"Ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding—"

He tried clicking the voice call.

No one heard.

Temporarily paddled away after two tries.

Not every place is full of infrastructure madness. In places like Himachal Pradesh in South Asia and India, the area covered by the signal and the strength of the signal are basically a mystery. The place where the painting is done is even in a remote area. Since Fan Chenxun left the country, he has lost contact from time to time. It's normal. It's hard to find him at the right time. Usually, you have to touch his time.

Fan Ning subconsciously analyzed and explained that he still defaulted to returning to Blue Star.

The car window was opened a little, and the cold wind was still blowing in.

"Ding ding dong~"

Someone sent himself a WeChat message, but it wasn't Fan Chenxun.

The remark is titled "The 1x Orchestra mentions Chen Na".

"[position]"

"Senior Fan Ning, I felt a little uncomfortable after drinking some wine at the class reunion... Could you come and pick me up?"

Fan Ning frowned, and flipped through the chat records between himself and this junior.

The avatar is a Two-dimensional anime avatar that I think looks pretty good;
The positioning is the KTV positioning that I am familiar with around the school;

The interactive mode is also a mode that I am more familiar with.

He entered his family group, entered keywords in the search box, and found the "Free Collection! A 90-year-old Chinese doctor's ancestral [-] ways to quickly soothe hangovers" is an article on the health subscription account.

Then shared it with this lovely school girl.

The other party responded with a crying emoji.

Fanning saw no problem.

"Could it be that when I turned back from the passageway of the 'Grand Court School' relic, I was pulled into a fantasy dream by a certain existence using the 'gel fetal membrane' as a medium? It is entirely possible that memory creates dreams, and it can also explain why I cannot invoke invisible power..."

After trying to "contact" Fan Chenxun but failed, he temporarily locked the screen of his phone, closed his eyes and meditated.

"Ding ding dong~"

After more than an hour, the WeChat that gradually fell silent sounded the notification tone again.

Fan Ning opened his eyes, picked up the phone and unlocked it again.

The remark is titled "Xu Xinyi, steel partner of the 1x choir".

"Hey, senior, may I ask you a question?"

"[picture]"

"Do you know whose work this is? It seems to be a piano score or something..."

"[Animated emoticons]"

Although it was quite late, the correct way of chatting with this other cute school girl gave Fan Ning a slight desire to reply.

He clicked on the screenshot, and swipe to glance at it. Although the shot was too partial, he quickly replied with six words:
"Shostakovich."

(End of this chapter)