musicians of old

Chapter 751 Noon

Just waiting for your choice

Perhaps when Fanning said it for the first time, he did not necessarily understand the meaning so clearly.

But you will always understand it when you repeat it the second time.

Fanning's eyes flickered and changed for a long time.

"The Marquis is not very rational this time. Miss Roy, as his daughter, please persuade him more."

"what?"

"It's only part of the interests that are tied to it. If we cut it off, it will be painful for a while. Why do we have to make it so that we can't get out of it completely?"

"Now the hole has been dealt with to the remaining 55%. We have been frozen for 5 days and there are 2 days left." Roy emphasized again.

"It seems that the remaining 4% is within reach?" Fanning shook his head. "In fact, the closer it is to 51%, the more dangerous it is! Do you know if the authorities still have room for maneuver? Could it be that they have dug a hole that seems to be able to be filled, and are waiting for us to jump in?"

Roy fell silent. After a while, she spoke again, her tone somewhat inexplicably depressed:

"Fanning, your analysis is focused on the right things, but it actually means very little to you."

"Can you never make a choice?"

"."

It was Fanning's turn to be silent.

"Shiran, your point of view is actually very important." Roy sighed.

"Ah? I..." Xilan, who had been listening silently on the other side, was stunned.

"You are also very important to the cinema and have contributed a lot."

"Yes, thank you."

"Some of the extended meanings of the point, are you clear?"

“I can probably guess a little.”

"What do you think?"

Xilan frowned, and said in a soft but firm tone: "I think at least when trouble comes, I shouldn't and can't choose to second or step on one side when you disagree, thus forming a 1 vs. 2 situation."

"You must at least reach a consensus first, then my 'acceptance or rejection' will have meaning. Otherwise, what's the point of expressing my opinion? Will it make the situation even more confusing?"

"Besides, I have had heart-to-heart talks with you all, not just today, but more than once."

"I'm a person who would rather lose what I already have than have more. I'm not saying I don't want to have it, I'm just saying that if I have to make a choice between the two."

Roy turned his face away, then looked up again after a few seconds: "I think you're right, Sheeran."

"Mr. Fanning, or, let's be more pragmatic, what are you going to do next?"

"We cut off the extended meaning of 'make a choice', but the question still needs to be answered. You tell us your choice and your plan, so that we can work together."

"."

Fanning remained silent, and this time it was very long, so long that it broke away from the atmosphere of the previous series of conversations.

In fact, I haven’t even considered issues like “trouble with theaters” for a long time.

During the breaks in the performance, the audience around him rose and fell, but he always sat in the middle, thinking of many things.

"You feel like you haven't thought it through yet." "Strong moral responsibility is not external discipline, but self-discipline"

Marquis McAdam said these words, and there were more to follow, when he talked to me alone.

The Marquis spoke bluntly? He didn't seem to say much, but he spoke veiledly? Not veiled at all.

He was so precise in his comments, with key words throughout the entire article, without even any redundant transitional words, and he simply saw through a person's inherent character.

Then, then.

I unconsciously recalled the summer night many years ago when I drove by the Hayward Manor and saw my figure receding in the rearview mirror.

"I hope I can have a chance to go back on my word." "Then you must be terribly indebted."

The inexplicable agreement to explore the abnormal zone together was an irrelevant and bad promise, especially when compared with the difficult process of building the cinema from scratch during his wandering in the south shortly afterwards, it seemed extremely bad.

what else?

"My vision of future life was nothing more than my father continuing to earn a salary as a public school teacher. A comfortable, ordinary life, but also a life better than that of most unfortunate people."

"In short, the subsequent series of turning points will start from these pictures - the pictures we know, and it is certain that they will gradually happen. A boundary between 'possibility' and 'possibility'"

This is the late night when the "resurrection" performance after the return ended, and the first night of the upgrade to "new moon", right?

Yes, that's right, when we drove to Liufennas Cemetery to visit Teacher Anton. The co-pilot was Xilan. How could I think so far ahead? What was I thinking about at first?

"My choice or plan?"

Even if the extended meaning is cut off.

Wouldn't it have any direction?

But Fanning finally raised his head:

"At least, we need to finish the symphony we need to perform today, right?"

"I agree." Although the context of the previous conversation had completely changed, Roy still responded quickly.

She stretched out her right hand and placed it in front of Fanning.

Fanning was slightly startled, but then he saw Sheeran on the other side extending his left hand.

"Just act well and don't have a 'car accident.'" Sheeran winked.

Fanning finally smiled and put his hand on top.

"work hard together."

Everyone press down hard.

Fan Ning felt relieved of some of the depression in his heart, but he still felt like something was missing.

It made him feel very suffocated.

Involuntarily, the image of a girl with long hair draped over her shoulders, standing in front of a rugged and crawling mountain road under the collapsing snow and noise, appeared in my mind again.

It was a piece of lavender silk, and the halo at the ends of the slightly curled hair and the bottom edge of the skirt was a wine red that seemed to be dripping.

Why am I still thinking further and further away?

Never mind. Just let it be.

At least this time, the curve at the corner of Fanning's mouth did not disappear so quickly.

Some of the dispersed audience members have begun to return gradually.

"Ah."

At a certain moment, Fanning chuckled for no apparent reason at the backs of the VIPs in front of him.

“Ding-ding-ding—.”

The bells in the Blessed Sacrament Square rang again.

Twelve times in a row, at twelve o'clock noon,

The audience applauded steadily and crescendoed.

It was very warm, normal warm, and obviously a level higher than the level in the morning.

Hundreds of people even stood up and applauded!

The audience around him immediately stopped him out of concern, because this celebration has explicitly prohibited such behavior, on the grounds that it "affects other people's vision" and "poses a security risk."

In the past few days, many emotional audiences made such actions when the artists entered or took their bows, and they were immediately sternly warned by patrolling police.

But this time, hundreds of people behaved like this, and it was not stopped immediately, as if it was condoned.

Originally, all the grand and warm atmosphere seemed like a program, but at this moment, it seemed that there were factors beyond the program, factors belonging to the category of "possibility" or "freedom", which appeared.

It accounts for one percent, one thousandth, but it is still very noticeable.

Could it be because a group of mysterious big shots had just entered the scene? Are big shots more tolerant?

Or is it because from noon on the seventh day, to the afternoon, and then to the evening, the performance has become more and more important, and the possibility of reaching the peak is getting bigger and bigger? Therefore, it "deserves" a more enthusiastic tribute?

Many people speculate and understand this way.

But isn’t this still a kind of “procedure”?

It is strange enough that such a way of thinking can emerge.

Like some kind of result of implementing discipline.

At noon, the drizzle was falling like spider silk, and the band and choir finally began to appear on stage.

The audience in the square responded with even louder cheers.

The king of southern love songs, the troubadour Sheler, will lead the reorganized United Principality Festival Orchestra and its affiliated children's choir!

Performance track, symphony "Dream of Summer Noon"!

(End of this chapter)