musicians of old

Chapter 656 Night attack!

"Holy City, Holy City, no matter whether this is a blessed place or a cursed place, I, Fan Ning, am here again."

"Not only am I here again, I'm planning to come with 'three people' this time, hahahaha."

The cruise ship's glittering silver bow steadily cuts through the waves. At a relatively high semi-open-air viewing coffee table, Fanning lies on a rocking chair, holding a glass of sparkling cocktail, gazing leisurely into the distance.

The final payment and handover procedures for the famous violin "Sol Ruby" were completed smoothly without any accidents more than an hour ago. At this moment, at another coffee table several meters parallel to where Fanning was, the girl's long white dress was blown to one side by the sea breeze. Her graceful figure, the violin and the bow together formed a dark silhouette in the afterglow.

The presence of the sea breeze had no effect on the spiritual penetration of the violin.

"We've only just reached No.1002 of BWV1. I feel like Sheeran won't be able to sleep tonight unless she plays all six sets of 'Suites for Unaccompanied Violin'."

Feeling the leaping and stretching notes, the uneven marching parts, and the girl's enthusiastic performance and active desire to explore, Fanning smiled and shook his head, took another sip of the cocktail, and couldn't help squinting his eyes and gently rocking the rocking chair.

Enjoyed it so much.

Even apart from preference, this set of Bach's "Little Nothings" is better than any live or recorded performance Fanning has ever heard.

Impeccable people and piano, impeccable appreciation environment, plus I have been in a pretty good mood throughout this period of time.

It is completely different from the time when I was on the southern continent, sitting on a ferry sailing on the Paradogos Islands route, and the feeling of "being alone on the side of the boat, whistling, not knowing what day it is" was.

Take another sip of wine and lie down a little further.

Fanning hoped that everything around him at this moment could last forever, and it was indeed the case. Tonight had just begun and it was already long enough. This journey, which was not intended to be rushed, would still take more than half a month.

As for the accompanying personnel on this trip, all members of the old symphony orchestra and the directly affiliated choir were mobilized - there was no room for compression in this area. After arriving in San Pereto, the rehearsal and performance tasks were very heavy. As long as there was any discount on the personnel, the effect would definitely be discounted.

In addition, children from other county theater choirs and youth symphony orchestras under the art aid system did not come along this time.

Moreover, the number of other accompanying administrative staff was extremely small.

Several top executives who are considered to be the backbone of the company are all in charge of the rear area. After all, it is only their own resident orchestra that is going out this time, but the majority of the entire Turner Cinemas chain are external cooperating artists and groups, and these receptions and operations need to be maintained.

The only person Fanning arranged to accompany her was Marley, the deputy director in charge of lighting, choreography and sound.

And in the following period of time, he chatted with Marley quite a few times.

"My boss seems to have a strong interest in stage design recently." The bearded painter Marey sometimes wondered.

  For example, tonight, Fanning invited me to have dinner at the coffee table again. He was in high spirits. He first shared his understanding of stage settings, then talked about the costume styles of actors in the Western Continent today, and then talked about the impact of the innovation of industrial technology in the past half century on people's lighting aesthetics.

However, Marey is indeed not an ordinary person. As a "forging lion"-level painter, and who started out as an impressionist, his understanding of light, shadow, color and movement is definitely among the best artists in the world.

There is no need to say much about his insights in the field of stage art.

Of course, Fanning himself also started out by “buying up” Impressionist oil paintings. When he was helping this group of down-and-out painter friends to organize exhibitions, he often suggested that they “receive” oil paintings as gifts to offset their commissions.

This time he sold three works, and with some income from others, he directly "copied" an antique violin.

  Experts and experts exchanged ideas back and forth, and chatted for more than three hours.

A strange suspicion suddenly arose in Marley's mind.

  He saw Fanning chatting while writing something. From his perspective, it was upside down, but he was close after all. At first glance, it didn't seem like he was composing the fourth movement of the symphony.

The instrumentation score doesn't seem right, and it seems like there's vocal music. Marley saw Fanning was still writing the lyrics.

The symphony conceived was untitled and purely instrumental, which was not the same thing, absolutely not the same thing.

  Well, it seems that my boss has started to create other works in a "multi-line" way again, which can be regarded as one of his "traditional arts", such as the ten consecutive performances of the concerto in the opening season of Turner Hall.

But this time. This is recently.

Talk about stage design? Talk about costumes? Talk about scenery? Talk about lighting?

Marley's heart shuddered.

Is it opera!?

When my boss arrives in Janus this time, will he want to warm up with an opera first? ?

This is a bit too much, isn't it?

Fanning seemed to see through the other person's thoughts and said with a smile: "When we get to San Pereto, let's make something fun first. Mr. Painter, it's time to show your genius and creativity. At that time, the stage settings, costumes, and lighting will be left to you."

  "Absolutely no problem." Thinking of being able to lead the entire team to practice his artistic concept at this time, Marley quickly patted his chest and guaranteed, "Three days. Oh, no, two days. As long as you let me get the script two days in advance, I guarantee that I can design something different for you." The two clinked their glasses, and Fanning stood up and stretched:

"Okay, let's stop here today. I'll have to think about whether I need to recruit some vocalists in Janus to expand our choir."

After returning to his suite, Fanning whistled and went straight to the bathroom to fill a large tub of hot water for himself.

The clock pointed to eleven at night. Amid the sound of splashing water, he prepared shampoo, slippers, bathrobe, razor and shaving foam, then walked to the outer room, pulled down the privacy curtains of the large floor-to-ceiling window used to enjoy the sea view, and then began to leisurely take off his clothes one by one.

“I haven’t been eating too well recently.”

Fanning's eyes swept across the dressing mirror, and before entering the bathroom, he reached out and tore off a page of the calendar on the wall.

"Shoot-"

The date has been moved forward to tomorrow.

According to calculations, the cruise ship should dock in the Western Continent in three days.

Amid the mist, Fanning stepped into the bathtub and lay down. The hot water overflowed and he breathed a sigh of relief in satisfaction.

As soon as I put my head on the cushion, my whole brain began to work in a comfortable state, thinking about a series of plans after arriving in San Perto.

But somehow, my thoughts today are a bit divergent, and as I think about it, I start to think about other things.

Fanning tried several different positions, then decided to just let his mind wander.

There's no rush anyway. I've been relaxing and having fun during this period.

As my whole body and mind continued to relax, my eyes gradually closed.

The time on the wall clock ticked by, and suddenly at a certain moment, a strong sense of anxiety with a "sad" physiological reaction inexplicably appeared in Fanning's heart!

Before he even opened his eyes, he almost "bounced" out of the bathtub!

  Of course, this was not enough to get out of the bathtub, but at the same time, the lights in the room flashed rapidly, and between the alternation of illumination and darkness, Fanning had already descended into the chariot, using light and shadow to travel to another corner!

After emerging from the shadows, his pupils suddenly contracted and he looked coldly at the hot water in the bathtub.

I don't know when they have turned into a sticky "glue"-like liquid!

"You come to my cruise ship as a guest without an appointment and go straight to the shower area? Is your manners so poor?" Fan Ning, with wet hair, sneered and grabbed a bathrobe to cover his body.

No one answered him. The glue suddenly began to bubble up and down again, and the outside became dry and brittle, as if it had turned into a humanoid creature covered in tattered clothes.

"Playing tricks." Fan Ning snorted coldly, stretched out his right hand and prepared to use the invisible force of the "key" to squeeze the "glue" into several lumps first.

He felt that the opponent also had spiritual fluctuations descending into the chariot, and the phase should be "Key", which meant that he was nothing more than an attacker at the level of the Adept.

  Who knew that his "command ability" seemed to encounter some imperceptible object this time, just like the radar in his previous life facing a stealth aircraft coated with special materials!

“Crack!” “Crack!”

At the same time, the two round floor drains and one long floor drain in the bathroom broke.

Three black figures with extremely twisted lines squeezed out from such a small space and then returned to the size of normal adults.

They walked directly towards Fanning, and the aura of the chariot in the "cocoon" phase filled the entire bathroom like a flood.

Fanning's expression finally changed.

  In just a few seconds, something strange happened. Above the vast ocean, inside this cruise ship, inside this suite, four people of the clear understanding suddenly broke into it!

There might even be more than four!

The next moment, the "glue man" shrank again and flowed towards Fanning's feet.

The three people who came out of the floor drain pulled out a big green net in their hands, trying to wrap Fan Ning directly in it!

(End of this chapter)