musicians of old

Chapter 408 The Fourth Movement Humans Tell Me (11): Never Withering Nectar (Two in One)

Little by little heartbeat and love and obsession gather in the body.

The faint red light of the number plate on Miss Nightingale's chest turned into a lightly burning flame within a few breaths, and the flawless skin on her collarbone, neck, and cheeks was all reflected in a blush.

As the No. 1 contestant, the task of the first round of performances has come to an end. At this moment, the girl smiled happily, lifted her skirt to salute, and exited the curtain gracefully.

"Miss Nightingale!" "I like you!!"

The cheers and confessions of music fans are still hovering over the opera hall.

"Sure enough, the choice made by each listener holding the 'Bouquet of Fragrant Flowers' will be reflected in the corresponding singer at all times... The bouquet in the hands of the judges should be the same, their number is far smaller than the audience, but their weight is greater... "

Fan Ning carefully felt the subtle spiritual fluctuations in the surrounding space.

"This may be a large altar, allowing the extraordinary bouquets in the hands of these audiences to echo the number plate on the singer's chest. There should have been three or four hundred audience members who folded bouquets for Ann just now, but in terms of proportion, this is not There are so many, and none of the judges picks up..."

The exact number of auditorium seats in the open-air grand opera hall of the Eleanor National Opera House is: 4480 seats.

Only close to 10% of the audience made a choice.

After all, it was only the first musician in the first round, and the competition would have to be at least until the third round.

The huge mechanical device was slowly rolling, and the orchestra pit sank and rose again. Fan Ning watched the fire light disappear on her body, and then watched another group of players appear in the audience's view.

For the next few people, the selected songs are excerpts from famous operas, classic folk works or art songs.

Although the quality of the track itself is endorsed by the precipitation of time, the homogeneous selection and tepid performance make people somewhat aesthetically tired.

Judging from the performance response, there are only a few people who directly express their love.

Most of the audience understand the reason why the time is still long and the competition is far from entering the exciting time.

However, after several comparisons, Fan Ning finally determined that it was already very uncommon for nearly [-]% of the audience to express their opinion directly for Miss Nightingale.

The warm-up of "Winter Journey" must have played a small part, and her talent, appearance and performance are also enough to make a head start.

"Contestant No. 8, Miss Renilla! Piano accompaniment, Senessino!" The host's new entrance announcement sounded.

As soon as Fanning cast his eyes on the orchestra pit, there was a hurricane of cheers and applause in his ears.

Renilla's graceful figure slowly rises from the center of the orchestra pit.

Different from the bright and lively ones in the past, this Miss Cuckoo wore a plain white evening dress today, making the vertical long shadow cast on the stage seem to be a profile of pure and flawless, and her bright black eyes are still full of agility. With a gleaming allure, the low and light lace material is like a few bundles of spun yarn stretched on an embroidery frame, wrapping her chest tightly and tightly.

"Wow~" "Crack——"

Before she started to sing, or even started to announce the title of the song, a large number of excited and shouting audiences bent the bouquets in their hands. Judging from Fan Ning's immediate reaction, she had directly surpassed Miss Nightingale who had finished singing. !

"Wow!!—" "Miss Cuckoo!" "Love everything about you!"

Amidst the magma-like boiling confession, the number plate on Renilla's chest quickly burst into a dazzling red light.

Her selections are three art songs by Master Lorfein.

It is also a regular classic masterpiece, and there is no work by Cenicino himself for the time being.

Not everyone can be like me. Even the pre-heating of the album that is not part of the performance came to the whole set of "Winter Journey". The official competition even output inspiration to the audience like opening a floodgate throughout the whole process.

But the charm of this Miss Renilla... has directly overwhelmed her student before it even started!
Fanning finally understood why Ann would predict the result like herself before the game.

The pen was swirling between his fingers, and he propped one arm on the small drinking table in front of him, quietly watching the audience's reactions and Renilla's movements.

In fact, it is not a particularly affectionate performance. It can be seen that Renilla is just warming up with her voice, but as the three tracks progress, more and more listeners gave their bouquets.

In the first round of performances alone, before Senesino presented his own work, nearly 1000 people expressed his fiery confession, accounting for more than 20% of the audience.

The number plate on Renilla's chest was shining brightly, and the whole figure, which was originally pale and elegant, burned like a flame on the dark stage!

"Then what is the mysterious substance that disappears out of thin air and proliferates in the number plate as the audience expresses their love?"

Fan Ning is trying to grasp it with his spiritual sense, but every time, the absolute amount of transfer is too small.

At this time, as if he felt something in his heart, Joan's handwriting appeared on the small drinking table in front of him.

"It seems to be never-withered nectar."

Fan Ning lowered his head even more, and a gap of purple light and shadow was opened in the space above his right leg.

In the darkness, something "dissolved" under Joan's control.

Intricately decorated glass vials, with a strange and rich crimson in the empty cavity in the middle - it is the "Nectar of Never Withering" that Walter was given by the church at the crown picking ceremony.

Then two other small objects appeared in the air:
A dull brown bottle, filled with a light, jam-like translucent substance ranging from earth red to ochre-Joan, under the instruction of Fan Ning, has been consigned by other caravans for the past few days Part of the intercepted "Seven Blessings" sample.

A large agate-like crystal, bright and transparent in red color—the "essential oil" Fanning first dreamed of from the intimate salon bath of Renella's women.

It seems that only after it comes into contact with the human body, it will melt into a viscous red liquid, and if it leaves the human body, it will solidify into a crystal form again.

Since Joan chooses to bring them out of the stream, it is clear that she believes that "Nectar of the Everlasting", "Seven Blessings" and "Essential Oils" are related to each other.

Fan Ning first used the capped pen to draw on the table and asked:
"Have you figured out what the original purpose of 'Seven Blessings' is?"

"A core Extraordinary component of a type of "cleansing elixir"." Joan has obviously done research on its mysterious properties in the past few days, and has also heard some information from the church.

"Oh, it's for eating mushrooms." Fanning suddenly nodded and drew his pen.

On the first day of the market, Luna's introduction to this gift impressed him deeply. The abundant precipitation brought endless delicious mushrooms to the southern country. In theory, all mushrooms are edible—but some of them are too weird. Some varieties require a specific "cleansing elixir" to remove toxins, and the corresponding high cost makes it a special enjoyment for rich people.

"Not only mushrooms, but also flowers." Then the writing appeared.

"Flower?" Fanning circled the last word and put a question mark.

Joan's handwriting was quickly erased and reappeared, just like the scrolling "electronic screen" of the previous life:
"One of the important activities of the summer festival "Flower Festival" in a few days is flower viewing."

"The "blossom appreciation" here does not only refer to the appreciation of eyes and skin, but also includes some links of paying homage to the "flower poet" by cooking, pickling, and eating fresh flower delicacies, and the "seven blessings" provide flowers Pleasant flavor."

"There may be similarities to cooking mushrooms. After all, some raw and cold flowers also have toxins that need to be removed."

Miss Renilla has left the stage temporarily, and the rest of the singers are singing. Fanning asked after pondering:
"What about the uses of "essential oils"?"

The communication has reached this point, and it is easy to think naturally that "essential oil" is a new thing concocted from the "seven blessings" as raw materials.

Joan responded:

"Don't know, but there's blood in it."

Fanning stared.

if blood...

Could it be... helpless blood?Or the product of helpless blood after some special modification?
It was hard for Fanning not to subconsciously associate Renilla with the Pleasure Listening Session, and these people were also searching for the 'Lost Ones'.

Joan's handwriting continued to appear:

"Even in terms of absolute content ratio, blood may still be the main base component of "essential oil", and "seven blessings" are considered additives instead."

"Of course, these extraordinary components play a more critical role, so that they completely change the color, smell, and appearance of the raw material, so it is likely to deviate from the conventional use of the church."

""Nectar of never-withered flowers" seems to be one of the components."

At this time, Fanning looked back at the luminous bouquets that were still all over the sky, and then took a look at the vial that the church gave Walter and asked:

"Is there any explanation for the source or function of the "never-withering nectar"?"

Joan replied: "The effect is too general. In addition to being used as an incomparable sweetener, most of the ritual processes that need to call on the mysterious factors of the "pool" require the participation of "Nectar of Never Withering"."

"However, I heard two theories about the source: one, it needs love; two, "never-withering nectar" can only be produced by "never-withering nectar."

Fan Ning frowned and thought about the words.

Literally understood, is "never-withering nectar" some kind of mysterious substance that self-proliferates and replicates driven by a person's specific emotions?
In short, the "essential oil" may be prepared from specially treated "helpless blood" as a base, adding mysterious substances such as "seven blessings" and "nectary nectar".

But in that women's bath gathering, the church found no evidence of esoteric religious activities other than 'fasting'. These ladies and girls used such "essential oils" to smear their bodies. Is it luxury skin care or something else? Meaning?

One by one the singers showed and exited, when Joan reminded Fanning:

"The top 8 nominations are out."

It wasn't until Fan Ning realized that the applause and cheers in the arena had lasted for more than half a minute.

This time, 20 contestants who finally made it to the finals were eliminated.

There are four men and four women standing at the front of the stage. According to the usual practice in previous years, famous singers will produce one man and one woman from the four, and the remaining three men and women will stop at nomination awards.

The only things that caught the eye were Miss Cuckoo, whose whole body was burning like flames, and Miss Nightingale, whose dark blue dress was intertwined with the light red halo.

This year's stunning stage performance of the two sopranos has completely captured the love and fascination of the audience. Except for the number plate on their chests, the rest of them are bleak.

But Walter and Luna, who were temporarily standing in the dark behind the stage, became a little worried about Ann.

At this moment, it is just the end of the round, and the top 8 are produced. Among the 20% of the audience who made a decision, the comparison between the two is 10% to [-]%. Among the nearly fifty judges, more than ten members of the royal family who have already made a decision Choose to support Reneela!

Soon, the second round of sequential re-drawing was done.

This time it was Reneela's turn to be ahead of Ann.

It's not a new work, but it's already an original one - an adapted solo from her teacher Senessino's most famous oratorio "Skull Song".

This work is based on a long folk poem in southern China—a chapter praising greed and pleasure to relieve restless thirst—its original illustrations have been lost, and the main line of the long poem can be summarized as "26 pleasing fruit, seven punishments, nine gardens, and four penances".

At this time, it is an adapted version for soprano solo.

Senessino caressed the keys alternately with both hands, and played the prelude of charming and tactful singing.

"I know!"

Renilla opened her hands from the state of pressing her chest alternately, and hummed to the audience with a charming nasal voice:

"You touch each other in ecstasy, because caresses remain,
Because the place you covered in the gentle township will not disappear;
For you feel pure continuity under the palm of your hand.

And so you promise each other eternity, almost in a hug. "

For the first time, Fanning felt the unique energy of this soprano.

She can sing those flamboyant, mouth-drying fast passages like fire.

"Lovers, are you still like this?

When you rise toward each other, lips touch, wet with nectar:
Oh, how inconceivable, the sip fled the action.

And you, you grow in each other's pleasure,
Till she capitulates and begs you not to--not to! -"

Under the palpitating bass tremolo played by Senessino, those fast embellished sentences full of accents are still spit out with incomparable clarity by Miss Cuckoo's chest voice:

"You grow more plump to each other under the palm of your hand, like a year of grapes;
You sometimes faint because the other is too full;
I asked you about thirst, how would you answer? "

The up and down Huacai was sung by Miss Cuckoo in one breath, and landed on the starting point accurately, turning into a continuous vibrato...

Batch after batch of listeners offered their "fragrant flower bouquets", and the confession ratio of the two reached a disparity of 30% to 10%!

The long poem "Skull Song" was performed for nearly four and 10 minutes. In the last stanza, Cenisino's hands jumped one after another, and one thick chord after another was smashed from under his stretched fingertips——

"Ah, we exhale ourselves and never return!
The firewood continued to burn one furnace after another, and the breath exuded was exhausted day by day.

Some may say: Yes, you are in my blood,
This room and spring are enriched by you...

The endless radiance glowed and faded on their faces.

Our life flows from us,
Like morning dew as farewell grass,
Like hot steam steaming from a Chinese feast! "

Renilla's smiling eyes caressed the audience's body like silk teasing a cat.

Cheers, confessions, and the crisp cracking of bouquets came one after another.

After a while, Joan's handwriting did not reappear until two more players left the field.

"Your student seems to be no match for that esoteric."

"If you want to help her realize her dream, why don't you write some love songs? You can write it."

Seeing this, Fan Ning lightly smiled and shook his head, stretched out his pen and made a virtual stroke:
"Humans have told me joy and love, but I want to hear depth and longing."

"But the taste of these audiences..." Joan wanted to discuss a few more words, but Miss Nightingale had re-entered the stage, so the handwriting stayed in the middle.

The blue dress, the red light, the color on the girl's body is very special.

She saluted again with a faint smile, and announced the entries for the second round of the top 8:
"Vocal cycle by Scheler, "The Beautiful Miller Girl."

(End of this chapter)