musicians of old

Within a few seconds of walking in the light curtain, the ice and snow hanging on Qiong's body melted rapidly, half of the scales on her cheeks turned into powder and peeled off, and the small snakes sprouting from her body and the tentacles transformed from her dress also turned into illusions and disappeared.

Fan Ning smiled and relaxed, lowering his raised arm.

He took a few unsteady steps back, outside the projection zone, and squatted down to tighten his shoelaces.

Then began to inventory some necessary climbing aids in the package.

The turbid sky is getting darker, perhaps call it the night before night.

The pastoral songs with a nostalgic color filter soon became unfamiliar again, with muted brass, violins with bows striking the strings, the use of augmented fourths and subtracted fifths, frequent out-of-key semitones, etc. That mysterious picture , the weird and terrifying dynamic picture scroll was revealed again.

But as the southern projection spread, the collapsed pixels inside began to change. The shadows of flowers and palm trees rose from the ground. The frozen soil turned into white beaches and parasols. The area near the colorful edge appeared like waves. sound

The "musical instruments" and umbilical cords flying from all directions quickly dried up and withered after entering the pink light curtain, and formed a dense network of branches high above the head.

It was covered with violins.

A wooden violin with four strings, two f-holes, a reddish-brown luster, and light and elegant curves.

Other musical instruments gradually grew around, which were different from those seen before.

"Qiong, I can chat with you for a while, about five minutes." After counting the packages, Fan Ning took out a piece of frozen unleavened bread and started chewing it with snow water.

"Does this count as a performance of a work?" At the center point where the historical projection initially spread, the girl sat down with her legs curled up and took over the control of the instrument from Fan Ning.

A large number of "cyclones" of score pages began to swirl and dance around her.

"Forget it, I think there are a lot of 'people' listening. Although I don't see anyone in my field of vision, at least those people who disappeared in the southern dreamland will witness in the dark, witnessing the 'summer noon' at that time. Dream' towards a more complete place."

"Okay, it's just that I think there's a good chance you won't make it to the top."

"The plans made by climbers all include a round trip, but I did it one way, which is less difficult than them."

Fan Ning swallowed the unleavened bread hard and then patted his chest.

Staying inside the projection can ensure Qiong's safety for a long time, but it cannot protect Fan Ning herself.

He could avoid the distortion of cognition caused by excessive color, but he could not avoid the pollution and erosion of the remains of the "old days". He has no choice.

The girl who also understood the location of this joint nodded lightly: "But you seem to be very sure that you can definitely get what you want up there, and you can definitely get out."

"Yeah, I have a hunch."

"Where did the intuition come from? It doesn't make sense."

"Or is it an emotional coherence?"

"Emotional coherence?" she asked.

Fan Ning tried to organize his words, but his feelings about this issue always made his muddy thoughts become clear:

"Usually when composing music, I need to find a theme, a tone, or an emotional line of development. This is very important. If I can't do this, the melody will be continued for the sake of continuation, and the counterpoint will be written for the sake of harmony. As for harmony, four movements will be written just to make up one piece. But I haven’t felt this way for a long time now. Everything here is trying to mess up your internal organs and brain.”

“Strictly speaking, the Fourth Symphony, which I composed in an effort to stay awake, still carries a sense of emotional fragmentation. Everything is normal and everything is against the grain. I don’t know if I am publishing this after going out. Good or bad, but when I look at the lighthouse, my emotions are rarely coherent. I can't tell whether the things inside are familiar and familiar, or strange and scary, but I am sure that a large part of my confusion may be get answered"

"If you describe it as 'paranoia for an unknown goal', the feeling is probably the same as when you desperately tried to collect the radiant spirit liquid before."

Qiong kept nodding lightly, and after being silent for a while, he added: "So, you will be promoted to 'Crescent Moon' in the near future, and others will also change the names for you, but I will not see these." " The same goes for your promotion to Order Enforcer."

"What do you mean?"

"I won't see it, but I will know it." Fan Ning corrected the subtle differences between concepts, "There are many things that others don't know, and you will too."

"After you get out, who will you visit first?" Joan asked.

Fan Ning hesitated for a moment before looking into her eyes again:

"Gilbert Capron."

She did not express her opinion on this answer. She lowered her eyelashes, picked off a burgundy rose in the projection, and placed it in front of the tip of her nose to look at it carefully:

"Why don't you choose to stay inside for a short rest? It's much warmer here than outside, at least it's close to the winter in the south."

"You must have stayed in bed, right?" Fan Ning smiled and stood up again.

He shook off his coat, which was as hard as iron due to the cold, then put the package on his back and tied it in a knot in front of his chest.

"I seem to understand."

At the end of the second movement, Joan threw the "Star Trail" in her hand into the air.

The flute, which was originally so colorful that it was dizzying, seemed to have gone through a purification process. The purple and red light and shadow quickly separated towards the two ends, and then silently burst out into overwhelming stars, flying into the sky.

Her dress also changed, stretching into a wide light cloak that shone with purple electric arcs. She took it off and threw it in the direction of Fan Ning.

The next moment, the light spots flowing like a waterfall from the "Star Trail" also covered her body.

"Your utilization rate of these divinities and true knowledge may not exceed one percent, but at least it will make your climb a little easier."

After this light cloak covered Fan Ning, it disappeared silently.

The biting cold wind and snowflakes chased the whirlpool, making a shrill cry. Fan Ning turned and walked towards the dark distance. The shadow of the mountains silently lingered in the sky, like a large piece of decayed, sunken celestial body covered with various molds. .

The sound of the cello sounded at this time, presenting a solemn theme with a hint of tranquility and sadness. The rhythm was relaxed and controlled, and the breath was full and deep. It exuded the genre characteristics of a lullaby, shining with the brilliance of stars and extreme feelings.

The third movement is similar to Adagio, with free variations.

As if the ancient legend had reappeared, the turbid sky was opened with thousands of brilliant wounds by the "star track", and the runes flowing to Fan Ning were like a stream of blood, pointing out the path ahead.

As we parted, the scent of hawthorn flowers floated in the cold air again.

After walking for about a minute, at an almost invisible distance, Fan Ning turned around and saw a faint pink light curtain and figure.

"The final chapter will be finished later. I can sing, but I can't improvise orchestral music." Her voice was mixed with the raging wind and snow.

"Everything you need is on the score." Fan Ning responded, holding his palms in his hands, "For the parts that are not available at the moment, there will be someone who can actively contribute inspiration to the arrangement. Is there anything else you want to say? "

He stood still and waited for a while, and then saw a smile on the girl's cheek in the distance:

"Say thank you sister."