musicians of old

Chapter 432 The Sixth Movement Love Tells Me (11): Rise Higher! (two in one)

There was no question and answer for those who played the postmark.

But Fan Ning, who asked this question for proof, finally realized the blurred and blurred dreamlike midsummer that lasted for several months—maybe he had been aware of it long ago, and had a latent response, but it was never as clear as it is now clear perception.

From the dream in the mixed area behind the secret door of Turner Art Hall, to the short experience of "Return to the Blue Star", from the illusion created by "Miss Scarlet", to the waking up on the beach, and one after another during the journey to the south Deep dreams within dreams.
I never returned to the waking world.

Standing on the balcony of the director's office that day, looking after the dawn.

"His comprehensible images include affectionate gifts, disturbed aromas, drunken wines, and warm and restless hallucinations"

"A common form of music that pays tribute to him is to express the waking world and the dream world together, or simply imply that the present moment is a dream, so as to escape from reality in the illusory blur, in order to obtain comfort for the pain of the soul .”

Fan Ning recalled the sentence in "Fanghui Shulun" that he had already understood.

It was the second day when I read it for the first time, and I was still in the carriage of a business traveler. The sun was still hot that day. New tea was planted in the field on the outskirts of the city. I saw the silver dress and hair tips of little girl Luna being lifted up by the breeze, steamboats and small sailboats on the too transparent sea in the distance, and the reflection of the top of the black volcanic rock group.

"Dionysian art." Fan Ning, who was swinging his racket, didn't realize how surprised everything has been until now. He just laughed a few times in a melancholy and tired way.

The places of confusion and treachery.
After the music is played, the "fruit emblem" that can appear on the branches in a very fantastic way;
Getting lost suddenly and often for no reason during the journey;

After the death of the living body, the decay process greatly exceeds the normal speed in summer;
Joan who can find herself along the dream, but cannot directly contact the North Continent;

The sound of birdsong in the rainforest of Orthos;

An exceptionally smooth, almost uncontrolled, spontaneous backtracking within St. Athene's Hospital;
The peculiar mechanism of "Wake Up Song", the overflowing illusion of flowers raining and nectar flowing after midsummer has come;

Also, people born in the southern country cannot enter the "land of confusion"?A "place of confusion" where river beds dry up, trees die, and the air is hot and dry instead of hot and humid?
"You are also a poet and scholar who studies history. You should know that the Southern Continent during the 'Chaos Principality' period produced some rare and precious spices, minerals and ivory, but judging from the historical data, the animals and plants at that time and other natural resources are very poor, and the living conditions are so bad that there is even a saying of "a place of suffering."

"In the middle and late 5th century, the rain suddenly began to increase, and even the natural conditions such as mountains, rivers and ocean currents had a strange change for the better, which ushered in a big explosion of products..."

Fanning recalled something Massenecourt had brought up in the chat.

Speaking of which, the Earl's "Guider" had already been disembowelled by the "Native Prophet" at the banquet. I am afraid that he will not be able to realize his plan of further promotion and marrying a lady, but the paradox is that his lifelong dream may be It has come true again: the act of indulgence in this grand ceremony has torn the clothes and flesh of "Court Love" to pieces.

Fan Ning raised his hand, and the figures of the three violinists faded away, and the overall volume of the parts dropped slightly.

The beat fell again, and their figures and volume returned to their original state.

Again, the same goes for trombonists and horn players.

"Masias, who was covered with skinned wounds, fell into a deep sleep and was promoted to be the Lord of Witness?"

There is no such thing as a "place of confusion", it's just a part of the dream collapsed ahead of time and returned to the "land of suffering" in reality.

Just like the garden I visited.

How can the spirit body of the southern country floating in the sleeping group return to the waking world?
Fanning's eyes intertwined with Ann and Luna who were sitting in the back again, and smiled melancholy and tiredly again.

That's right, in the process of the "Meat Thanksgiving" ceremony, and not protected by the "Blade Edge" altar of Poglerich in the Special Inspection Office, if it is just the music of the waking world, how can I do it alone? A thread of inspiration, so that the body and mind of the musicians are not affected?

Unless, all this is a dream.

That would be able to rely on his own understanding of the "pool" and the mystical status of the Dianyi music conductor, and by increasing the cognitive buffer, he could temporarily protect these spirits in the dream from the risk of pollution.

temporary.

The poet is dead, just look at the non-existent outside world and the devastated church. When the music performance is over, all the sunshine, flowers, ocean currents, rain forests, and products, including the people born in this country, will be as they are. Soap bubbles burst like disillusionment.

The postal code is still ringing.

The large off-site solo in the third movement reminds people of the mysterious Orthos rainforest, and the deep nostalgia reverberates in the church where the cups and dishes are scattered. .

The person who holds the number still doesn't say a word, the words can actually sound directly in other people's hearts, but maybe it is for the fluency of music interpretation in the sense of mysticism, maybe there is no need for redundant answers.

"Om-oom-oom-oom!!—"

A period of bright and high-spirited progress, the petals and papers wrapped around "Miss Scarlet" on the stage suddenly tightened.

"Pfft!" It was like a tofu brain soaked in blood was crushed in the palm of the hand, and then the fragmented residual slurry overflowed from the fingertips.

But in the blink of an eye, the brightness of the crimson church dimmed a bit, and countless brush marks of scarlet slurry appeared on the walls of the vault, and then, there was a rain of blood with a sweet smell.

The gentle laughter and voices that make people feel like spring breeze sounded from all directions in the church:
"What is there to fight in the dream?... There is still a little while, take a rest."

Obviously, this leader with the strength of half an orderer is not an opponent of a saint, but what she needs to do most now is to wait for the return of the "red pool".

She walks here with the will of a witness lord, but the southern kingdom does not.

He didn't pay attention to it. He held the postal horn and walked around the church while playing.

The mouth of the horn kept flashing strong light, like a strobe light equipped with pink light strings, and it seemed that something like a "scroll" had fallen off the wall, decoration or object illuminated by it.

They are transparent and shiny. At first, they are a corner of the object itself, but after floating and curling up several times in the air, it changes into different scenes. There are people, scenery, buildings, flowers, paintings, words and sheet music...

As the old man kept playing, the branches on his body began to turn yellow, and the bright colors of the flowers seemed to begin to dim.

"Historical projection?" There was a hint of surprise and sarcasm in the gentle female voice, "Ha... Isn't this old guy looking for his own death, or the kind that could have lived, but now it's meaningless..."

Human beings can never fully remember one thing or one type of thing—the things referred to here are "tangible things", and the "intangible things" that contain abstract knowledge information such as poetry, music, art, and dance sculptures are not included in this list.

You can't remember an apple, what you can remember is the orange-red peel, spherical shape, sweet and sour taste, refreshing juice, crispy or soft texture...

You can't remember an old person, what you can remember is her body shape, her usual clothes, her hair smell, her voice and smile, as well as the words and works she left behind, or the common experiences between each other The trivial and specific things that have passed.

The same is true of a dream, and what can be remembered after waking up is only light and shadow, smell, emotion, fragments of key plots, or a small piece of knowledge-the attached intangible thing.

All of the above are no longer themselves, but just "historical projections" in a certain aspect. It sounds a bit pessimistic, but it is a pity that this is the case-the only things that can be involved in the drift of the past are these, These are the only things people can remember and remember.

Master Yi or Lückert just wanted to preserve the "historical projection" of the Southern Kingdom when it completely disappeared, so that at least it would not be completely hopeless, at least it would not drift farther in the migration.

But in practice this can't be done either.

An ignorant person can deeply remember several old things that are regarded as treasures, and old people who are unforgettable in twos and threes.

A person who knows or understands can remember a river, an ancient castle, a village or more complicated secret histories.

As for the orderer, although he possesses a more powerful "secret history" invisible power, it is impossible to remember the entire southern country as a historical projection. "Transformation" is just a drop in the bucket.

After all this was done, the old man's eyes showed determination, and he threw the "half-smoked cigar" into the air, splitting into hundreds of identical afterimages, and then burning violently with a pink light .

All sides laughed again with gentle voices, with a tone of regret and sigh:
"Oh, what a suitable assistant to enshrine 'Red Pond', Lord Saint."

Originally, the Orderer who did not rely on the waking world to survive could still save his life after the dream of the Southern Kingdom dissipated.

Once the invisible power of "Secret History" is exhausted, there is really no possibility of survival.

The scrolls of the "Historical Projection" of the Southern Kingdom began to roll and wrap themselves, becoming large and small transparent and holy bubbles.

The branches on the old man's body began to wither, and the flowers withered one after another.

Under the stage, in the process of eating and being eaten, the banquet hosts are getting closer and closer to the center. The blood-stained pale limbs are piled up with each other. ", only a few large pus-flowing meat mountains are entangled and wriggling.

Themes with unsettling elements reappear in the second half.

As the off-court solo of the post came to an end, the theme of the dance music continued to move downwards, and the E-flat clarinet sang in a triplet rhythm, announcing the individual death of the jungle singers.

At the end of the third movement, Fanning created a disastrous sound effect with continuous vibrato descending and orchestra strumming.

Then he felt again that the energy of the chariot he was driving was about to dissipate.

The path in "Gate of Lights and Shadows" still has no end, and the trend in Huita has also changed, from oblique upwards to almost vertical upwards.

"boom!!--"

At the climax of the ritual of indulgence, the entire crimson church, which was riddled with holes, collapsed, leaving only the remaining broken walls attached to the foundation on the surface.

At first glance, it looks like half a broken egg shell floating in the thick dark red mist.

Moreover, those "bubbles" of historical projections that slowly floated upward that were transformed at the cost of their lives were still beginning to be infected by the dark red mist, and the light became cloudy bit by bit.

"it's time."

Fan Ning's gaze pierced Huita and intertwined with Miss Nightingale's phantom.

The girl stood up from behind the harp, smiling at him as always.

Luna, who was further back, bit her lip tightly, her face was pale, and she didn't say a word.

The baton in Fanning's hand signaled the weakness of ppp.

The deep string music emerges from all directions, and the gloomy column chords are connected with the dull and slow unison.

The fourth movement, "Humans Tell Me".

Its beginning is a repetition of a passage in the introduction of "The Poetry of Awakening"-"mysterious motive": no real melody is formed, strange, terrifying, and weird, like a veil covering mysterious substances.

It seems to have returned to the rough and low-level knowledge before.

But then, night fell.

"Oh, man! Listen!"

Miss Nightingale's blue dress fluttered without wind, and with her arms open, she issued a deep and deafening warning to the banquet hosts who were falling into madness!

"Humans! Listen!

What is the deep midnight saying?
I slept, I slept—

I wake up from a deep dream;
The world is deep,
Deeper than the day thought! "

A soprano with a depressing and painful alto melody interprets the contemplation and introspection of living beings from deep sleep to awakening, from restlessness to fear, from external pain to inner world.

All the hostesses actually stopped what they were doing.

Even those confusing "native prophets" trembled in place with their star-shaped limbs at the moment!
Things have fundamentally changed here.

"Thus Spoke Zarathustra", the fourth metaphor, the door of divinity.

The building with only one layer of broken eggshells, together with the "bubbles" projected by history, was lifted up at a high speed under the threat of dark red mist, and Fan Ning's whole body in the Hui Tower turned into a fast-paced blazing streamer along the Following a nearly vertical path, it shoots towards the "Bimen" at the other end!

"Oh, human! Listen!" Miss Nightingale chanted the drunken song again.

The gazes of all the distorted creatures look to the stage to listen to the warning!

After Fanning enlarged, divided, and corrected the text, the meaning of the poem also shifted. The two ends of the two parts mainly describe the degree of suffering, while the middle focuses on expressing the transformation from spirituality to divinity.

The girl probably realized only now that she, who always showed her bright and high-pitched singing voice on stage, performed with her teacher for the last time, and in the most important symphony performance, the first song she sang was a contralto song.

That unforgettable deep and longing
The "bubbles" are floating up.

The old man, who was already dilapidated and withered, had two lines of tears streaming from his eyes.

A large number of banquet red carpets were blown up by the invisible wind, driving the filthy residue and juice into nothingness, tables, chairs and candles fell to the bottom and dissipated, and those ugly and tangled flesh began to fade rapidly.

"Humans! Listen!

Depth is the pain of the world;

Pleasure is deeper and deeper than pain;

Pain says, "Let's go!"

Pity that pleasure demands eternity—

Ask for deep, deep eternity"

The slow and difficult climbing vocal line is just like the icy blue starlight falling from the hole in the ceiling of the hall that the girl saw on the night of Fanning's creation.

The orchestra rotates densely like a millstone, dragging the human voice into an abyss where the bottom cannot be seen, and the oboe pulls out repeated third-degree slides, just like the eternal sigh and warning left by the night watchman in the dark.

On the remaining base of the church, the scarlet liquid is still eroding towards the center like a tide.

But after the night comes the dawn.

"Then, next... go higher!"

Fan Ning gave instructions to start shooting without stopping, and the chariot driven in the Hui Tower shone brightly, climbing all the way up!

"Bing-bang-bing-bang--"

The seats of the children's choir, the figures of the children have faded into nothingness like the musicians. Under the leadership of Luna, they repeatedly sang the sound imitating the bell, and the bassoon and bass clarinet formed a lively melody with dotted rhythm. counterpoint.

The fifth movement, "The Angel Tells Me".

The little girl played very well today, but there were tears in her eyes.

She didn't read or say anything all the way, but she knew that this was the last song she and her sister sang together.

The agitated restlessness in the hallucinations, the confusion of blind grasping, and the dream of listening attentively are all introduced into the movement of the morning bell, and the light pours down from a high place, scalding a large area that cannot be set foot in the dark red mist that permeates everywhere.

But at this moment, a sudden change occurred.

In the aisle, a group of disturbing wriggling things bulged under the red carpet, and rushed towards the position of the stage at a high speed.

The "Miss Scarlet" who had been dormant in the invisible for a long time made another move, and a huge "paint hand" grabbed Fan Ning's back on the podium!

"Hey-"

When the paint hand was two meters away from Fanning, a purple electric grid tethered it in place.

This layer of current interface is full of "key" knowledge, filled with countless changing wounds but airtight.

The two extremely solid and introverted forces collided, directly scalding several voids the size of watermelons next to Fan Ning!

After a few seconds of stalemate in mid-air, two reddish-purple figures emerged, each bouncing backward.

"You don't rest anymore?"

The girl in the purple skirt looked at the other party coldly and spoke slowly.

"Didn't you claim that this work can't escape the will of 'Red Pond'? What, you don't dare to listen to it now?"

(End of this chapter)