musicians of old

Chapter 602 Depression

"Layout and display?"

"Is it different from when you left?"

"Has anyone touched this place?"

Xilan asked doubtfully, and she saw Fan Ning pacing gently in the cabin.

The air in the hut was stuffy and old, with no unpleasant smell. The ground and furniture were covered with dust, only thinly and partially. The tip of the umbrella in his hand left a trail of rain marks everywhere.

The orientation of the piano, the arrangement of the easy chairs, the number and position of chandeliers and candlesticks, and the specific color combination of the stained oak of the wardrobe cabinet. Fan Ning tried his best to recall everything, and then slowly shook his head:

"No, I must have remembered it wrong."

If someone jumped over the big lock at the door and sneaked in here, then dropped the piano from one end to the other, changed the chair from the wall to the window, and changed the oak color of the coat cabinet, and then sneaked in quietly. Come on, this is boring, right?

Moreover, if I think about it carefully, I realize that some of my habits are indeed my own, but they are just a little older, or they may have come from my previous life.

History is corruptible.

Sheeran wandered around the house, constantly looking curiously, and sometimes ducking down.

Speaking of which, this experience was completely novel. In the past, "Carone's Composition Cabin" only existed in her imagination, whether it was when Fanning said "I want to go out for a while" or "the purpose is clear and single." ", or later when I was lying on the sofa listening to "Barcarolle" and "Dream of Love".

The sense of lack of an experience or testimony is always present in the heart. It is very slight and does not cause serious uneasiness, but it is clearly felt. If it remains unresolved, it can still cause distress.

After all, it is the First Symphony about morning light, flowers, thorns, fruits and youth.

"How did you spend April in the new calendar year 913?"

"A question that is too general to answer."

“What about a typical typical day?”

Fan Ning's eyes have not been very lively recently, and he always likes to stay in one place lazily for a long time, but his thoughts were finally pushed away by Sheeran:

"At that time."

"sometimes."

"At that time, I had a novel and inspired experience of everything in nature, just like a baby being pushed out in a stroller and seeing the outdoor scenery for the first time."

"Creating the first symphony in life gives people an exciting sense of mission and makes the heart beat powerfully with them. Sometimes I like to sit alone in a sunny doorway, watching the sun jump in the lake and listening to the chirping of wild ducks. , Sometimes when the wind comes, the ripples will cause the reeds to sway slightly, and sometimes the big fish will jump up and then fall from the water."

"But generally speaking, the environment of the place where I collect wind is dominated by loneliness and tranquility. Sometimes when I am writing, the birds pass by the window, and I will raise my head, and so on, until the afterglow of the setting sun shines on the stage. I have come into contact with The residents, squires and musicians in the town are a very good experience. I like chatting with the world. I have also been in a daze at sunset. The lakes and mountains at that time are the most unreal, and the outline of the woods will become longer and longer. The dim arcs and deep blue sky give people a commanding and majestic feeling, which is sometimes so mysterious that it makes people uncomfortable.”

It’s a very messy and unorganized expression, but the messiness is very real and very immersive.

So Sheeran nodded seriously:

"So are there any plans to stay for another day or two?"

Fan Ning stopped talking and carefully and slowly wiped a small area of ​​the desk in front of the window, then placed random objects, took the music book and pen, and sat down.

Sheeran stood behind him, leaning her elbows on the back of his seat. This posture made her tiptoe to the ground and hook up her right leg.

"Carolon, you are a young gentleman, delicate and handsome. You can be called a young man, a boy or a boy. But when you conceived the idea of ​​'Resurrection' two years ago, I saw you writing a funeral march. , now that I see you, I am still writing a funeral march." She hummed some melody and couldn't help mumbling.

"So this is hard to like, right?"

"I didn't say that."

In the next hour, Fan Ning looked out the window more and wrote less.

The first movement of the Symphony in C-sharp minor was almost finished when I traveled on the ferry before, and now, it is still almost finished but not finished.

"Sheeran, after trying it, I still don't want to live anymore." He closed the music book awkwardly.

"Ok?"

"Maybe the past time is only suitable for writing about past works. Two non-parallel lines have only one intersection, and there are few exceptions."

"Is it, for example, that you could only write the First Symphony in the composer's cabin on the shores of Lake Metraun?"

"That's pretty much what it means." Fan Ning nodded and "copied" another sentence in his heart - for example, in the Steinach Mountains in the fox lily field on the outskirts of Tiya City, he could only write the "Third Symphony".

After "imitation", he thought of the southern country, the projection of history, more people and more things, and felt even more depressed.

"Could it be the weather?" Sheeran tried to find the reason.

After all, the rain these days is too dense.

"possible."

"Oh, in short, it doesn't matter much. Even a composition cabin for one work is a very good deal." Sheeran couldn't read his other sentence about "Third Symphony", but he could read his With an expression on her face, in order not to add any additional psychological burden to her, she once again made it clear that going out for a trip does not mean that she must completely reproduce her collecting activities two years ago.

"Thank you for understanding. Do you think 'memory' is always a sad thing?"

Fanning looked out the window at the smoke-filled Lake Motraun.

The characteristics of depression appeared again. Sheeran sighed secretly, and continued to blame it on the deep contact with the abnormal zone in her heart. However, because Fan Ning insisted that this was due to her temperament, she no longer discussed the reason with him in depth, otherwise the two of them would be inseparable. Stumbling again.

"Of course it's not all that. Memories must be happy or sad, depending on what they are." Even so, Sheeran still insisted on his own opinions on every melancholic topic, "Yeah, right" Echoing is a perfunctory chat that lacks responsibility, and it is the same for others and yourself.

"No, it's always sad." Fan Ning began to put the objects on the desk back into his backpack one by one.

"If the past time was bad, much worse than now, naturally no one would want to recall the unbearable things; if the past time was pleasant, much happier than now, then it also means that you are who you are now. It’s not as good as before. You see, it’s always sad.”

"." Although Sheeran wanted to continue to defend her views faithfully, she didn't know where to start.

Maybe someone else would be better at extending this type of communication.

She sped up her movements and helped Fan Ning put away her things.

I felt a little depressed in my heart, but the smile on my face bloomed again:

"Let's go. If you don't want to wait, we won't stay. Come back when the weather is nice. I'll take you to the nearest chain cinema."