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This casual opening statement must be less than ideal if evaluated from the standpoint of wanting to hide one's identity.

However, this time Fan Ning no longer deliberately pursues the above purpose.

Moreover, the reaction of the other party and his party was unexpected. The railway policeman had no expression on his face and took the ticket and the temporary fake ID handed over by Fan Ning without saying a word, and returned them without saying a word.

The plainclothes jacket investigator's expression was even colder. He remained silent throughout the entire process. He did not respond to his statement that he was "not an art practitioner" and did not even look closely at the documents and bills.

A beginner in music notation, amusing himself with "single melody humming" as a piece of music. From the corner of his eyes, he glanced at the two lines of single-part music notation with stained ink and messy handwriting on the table, thinking that he knew a thing or two about appreciation. The investigator at the doorway smiled inwardly and signaled the two railway policemen to continue to open the way and check other passengers.

Fan Ning took the ID back and put it in his purse, then slowly picked up the hot water bottle on the table and took several sips.

"So are the inspections on trains now strict or lax?"

He closed the lid of the pot and put it away, looking at the two gentlemen diagonally across the aisle.

His voice was neither high nor low, and he didn't care that the three people checking tickets in front of him were still far away from himself.

The gentleman who rushed to attend the "First Quarter Work Meeting of Cinema Chains" was stunned for two seconds before he realized that the other person was talking to him.

He pushed up his glasses with the thick bottoms of wine bottles, looked at the messy music tables on the other party's table from a distance, and whispered:

"You should be from a southern city. You rarely come to the north in recent years. In fact, I have only heard that people from outside the city will be checked more strictly when taking the train to Uflandsel. As for the situation just now, I am also the first to do so. An experience.”

"I've confirmed again that you're not talking about Santa Ramburg." Fan Ning shrugged, "Such a special treatment, why, is Tiolean planning to change the imperial capital?"

"You heard it just now. That person reported that he belongs to the Ministry of Culture." Another old singer said, with a somewhat dissatisfied expression. "The Ministry of Culture has had some trouble this year. Although it seems to the public, We still interact frequently with Turner Art Hall, and there are back and forths. In fact, what those of us in the system feel is that everything seems to be inconsistent, everything is done in a sloppy manner, and there is a quarrel between the sponsors of the two schools of thought behind the theater chain. There seems to be more.”

"It's not just in the past year that some departments in the House of Commons have become angry." Fan Ning said with a smile.

Gentlemen who can afford first-class carriages usually have decent careers and have many opportunities to deal with government departments. At this time, the gentleman with bottle-bottomed glasses nodded in agreement:

"Friend, what do you do?"

Fan Ning sincerely held up one of the fake certificates he had just obtained:

"chemical engineer."

“Opportunities to deal with the Ministry of Culture and Media are limited to major incidents.”

Perhaps he saw the reason for Fan Ning's teasing tone, as if he had some grudge in his heart because the man's attitude towards the two parties was too different. The gentleman in bottle-bottomed glasses said "Oh" and explained in a serious tone:

"For an outsider like you, it's good to have a hobby. But if you really get into the art industry, you'll know that it's not that good to look at the mountains. Moreover, the longer you stay, the more you You will know that this place is definitely not a pure land, and there is not so much idealism to speak of."

The flight attendant in professional attire poured him a glass of dark beer. He raised the glass and gestured to Fan Ning to end this brief but friendly social conversation:

"If you want to learn how to write some songs using the melody in your head, you have to practice sight-singing and ear training, and it's best to learn some harmony."

"Thanks for the advice." Fan Ning responded with a smile and a warm greeting.

Time passed by, and drizzle gradually began to fall outside the window.

Fan Ning huddled in his seat and resumed his sleep state with his eyes closed again.

It wasn't until nearly 22 o'clock at night, when the train had already slowed down significantly as it approached the station, that he suddenly found that his mood began to rise and fall uncontrollably.

My palms were even a little sweaty.

"hiss------"

Amidst the huge roar of high-temperature steam, the train covered with thick coal ash arrived at the station and stopped.

The car door was opened, the crossing was paved, and the passengers filed out. The two people who had chatted with him a few hours ago had already disappeared into the crowd.

Fan Ning took a deep breath, stabilized his hat, picked up his briefcase and cane and stood up.

The night in early spring was still cold, and there was rain in the sky. During the ten minutes of walking on the platform passage, he breathed the air smelling of soot and perfume slowly and carefully.

Too familiar, yet too strange.

Nearly two years have passed since the premiere of the "Resurrection" Symphony on July 914, 7. Not too long, not too short. Logically speaking, it shouldn't be so unfamiliar.

Maybe it was because he moved around too many places, used a false identity, and spent most of the next year in the abnormal zone.

In the last experience, under the divine light of the "star track" shining down from the sky, Fan Ning successively broke open the unidentified tissue and mucosa - which was actually the area outside the lighthouse that had been polluted and became an extension of the "back chamber" - Entered Qiming Church.

A wonderful enough fate, having already reached the same destination.

It's just that we no longer arrive in a dream, but actually arrive at this secret place of migration from the outside.

He never would have imagined that the secret coordinates of the Qiming Church in the shifting cracks and folds were actually adjacent to the lighthouse left by Bach in the "Endless Fugue" in the B-105 Abnormal Zone.

Later, those mucous membranes that continued to proliferate once again filled the path that Fan Ning broke - the mysterious structure of the "lysis field" was crumbling, the abnormal area outside the lighthouse was still in collapse, and the pollution created by Mr. F had never been stop.

The window of Qiming Church was sealed again, but Fan Ning inside was out of danger.

After spending enough time to recover his physical strength and adjust his spirituality, Fan Ning chose to fall out of the dream of Qiming Church in the ordinary way as usual.

As a result, it crashed into a sea area south of Tioline. After flying stop-and-go for several days, it docked and returned to the northern continent.

"Da-da-da" "Da-da-da" "Da-da——" "Da-da——"

The gradually stopping sound of horse hooves brought Fan Ning's memories back to reality.

Open the curtain and step out of the carriage.

"It's almost eleven o'clock."

The back of the taxi disappeared around the corner, and he stood in the pouring rain, staring at the large art building in front of him in the dark night.

After a long time, the lines and color of his figure gradually became transparent, and he slowly stepped onto the marble steps with splashes of water.

The office area on the second floor was once Fan Ning's personal living room.

After the arrival of new music director Bruno Walter, the "Music Director's Office" sign in its external office room has been moved elsewhere, and currently only a "Kaplan Art Foundation Committee" logo is hung.

On the long gray cloth sofa in the corridor at the door, six department managers were still sitting in line with documents.

"Good night, Vice President Olga." Seeing Kaplan's wife Olga, who is now the deputy director of administration of the theater chain, finally walk out of the door, a manager in front of him quickly stood up.

"Thank you for your hard work." Olga put a smile on her originally worried face, glanced at the clock in the corridor, and thanked her colleagues who had worked overtime in preparation for the quarterly work meeting.

"Next, please come in." Xilan's soft voice came from the office.

"The general framework is like this. In the analysis of operational data, several unfavorable factors such as record distribution limits, genre proportion restrictions and long activity approval cycles can be highlighted. Of course, we do not shy away from the rapid progress of theater construction. The quality decline caused by this, as well as the internal friction factors between the two schools of thought in the communication mechanism. But smart people can see that our revenue capability is currently restricted by certain external policies, which can preserve the interests of investors. part of confidence"

"I understand, Miss Sheeran."

When the last department manager left, it was past midnight.

Sheeran loosened her hairband, took off her high heels, put them back in the wooden cabinet, and stepped on lighter and softer silk slippers.

She dimmed the lights in the room, slowly leaned back on the office chair, and exhaled tiredly, preparing to take a little more rest before going to the bathroom.

"Dong dong dong."

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door again, and the door was half-opened.

Xilan immediately sat upright, followed the sound, and then froze in place.

Under the bright orange light of the corridor, she saw that the person holding the door handle turned out to be Fan Ning, wearing a black dress with gilded buttons!

He slowly took off his hat, then looked at himself with a smile:

"Sheeran, I'm back."