musicians of old

Chapter 782

This sleep was good.
So heavy, so confused.
Fanning woke up slowly from the audience, his head tilted to one side, almost parallel to his shoulder.

My neck felt as painful as if it was sealed with cement, and it took me a long time to raise my head with difficulty.

The vision is dim and blurry.

I could barely see the stage facing me in front of me with the help of a few faint green lights in the distance.

There is also a row of potted flowers in front of the stage, a few chairs and music stands further in, and a grand piano on the side.

The black outline of the object was shrouded in a dull green hue.

The soreness in his body soon recovered, but Fan Ning felt as if his brain was filled with a mass of paste. He leaned against the seat for a long time.

Then he began to tighten the thing wrapped around his left wrist, picked up the playlist on his lower abdomen, and fumbled for his cell phone from his pocket.

There was no other news except for a long string of DingTalk messages from the boss ganking his employees.

The battery is at 1%, the time is 23:30, and the concert is about to end in more than an hour.

"Ding-ling-ling——" the battery ran out and the phone shut down.

Fanning smiled glumly.

Not only did I fall asleep while listening to music, but I also slept for so long.

During the 996 work break, I would travel across half the city from my rental apartment in the suburbs to listen to a concert of Bach's chamber music. It was cool, but I was exhausted when I thought about having to continue moving bricks the next day.

「Emergency Exit/Exit」

With the help of the faint green light, Fanning's hand touched the gate in the darkness and pushed it open.

"Ah, why is there still someone who hasn't left?!"

"You scared me to death, boy!"

The lights in the corridor of the concert hall were soft and bright, the tiles on the floor were spotless, and two middle-aged women in bibs, holding oversized mops, stared at him with expressions that changed from surprise to laughter.

"I fell asleep and I don't know why no one called me."

"What's going on?" The old lady shook her head in confusion. "This boy can really sleep. He is the most sound sleeper I have ever seen during a concert."

Another kindly reminded: "You haven't picked up your things yet? Go and see if the receptionist is there."

Fan Ning, who had already walked ten meters away, raised his left hand when he heard this.

There is a blue rubber band wrapped around the wrist.

The last four digits of your cell phone number are handwritten on the registration plate.

In the ticket checking hall, the crystal chandelier above the head had been turned off, and only a few fluorescent lights at the main entrance were on. Fan Ning called out to a male staff member who had just locked the door.

Three minutes later, he connected his phone to the power bank and put on his shoulder bag.

"Ding--"

After the phone was restarted, a new DingTalk message popped up.

In a large work group, the manager is @ing himself:

"It's been more than an hour since Mr. X sent the message. Please ask Fanning to explain it quickly!"

Fan Ning mechanically replied, "Got it, sorry my phone ran out of battery while I was out."

He stood in front of a marble wall outside the foyer and looked at himself for a few seconds in the dim light.

He was wearing a grey jacket, carrying a shoulder bag, and the white cord connected to his cell phone was wrapped around his body.

It was a chilly late autumn night, and Fanning sneezed as he walked down the steps of the concert hall.

The noise in the city center is soft and dense, and the view is high and wide. Nearing 12 o'clock in the evening, the lights of cars flowing on the overpass become thinner, but the scattered light of neon lights can still be seen in the distant sky of the city.

When he reached the last step of the stairs and was about to step on the ground, Fanning retracted his foot.

I quickly cancelled the order on the online car-hailing app. What happened? Did I fall asleep?

Drive here and take a taxi back?

Fanning turned back and climbed the stairs again, turning a few times along the side aisle.

Take the observation elevator down to the -1 floor.

I don't know why. It's so late and I still have to wash up after returning to the rental house. I should at least walk faster, but Fan Ning just feels an inexplicable sense of loss surrounding him, and his legs can't be more active.

car.
When Fanning pressed the car key and saw the lights flashing, he suddenly felt a sense of "I now have a car".

baffling.

After starting the second-hand black sedan, Fanning slowly drove out of the parking lot.

Scan the code and pay.

The moment he came under the night sky, Fanning seemed to see a small gap on the surface of the moon and it blinked at him.

A heart-pounding feeling of fear ran through his body. Fan Ning shook his head, but when he looked again, he saw nothing unusual.

After passing several traffic lights, the car started speeding on the viaduct at a speed of 80km/h.

The city lights retreated like shuttles, and a half-moon hung high in the dark sky.

Fan Ning held the steering wheel, his eyes fixed gloomily on the windshield. The further he drove, the stronger the feeling of loss became.

It seemed as if something important had been taken away from my heart, and I just couldn't figure out what it was.

The speed is getting slower and slower, down to 60, 50
Fan Ning felt a tightness in his chest and couldn't breathe, so he rolled the window down completely, and the cold wind rushed in with a lot of noise.

“Beep beep beep beep!!!—”

A large SUV honked its horn impatiently and passed Fanning in the right lane.

The cars behind were flashing their high beams one after another.

Fan Ning felt his vision becoming damp and blurry. He really couldn't hold on any longer. He forced himself to stare at the rearview mirror and slowly stopped the car outside the right lane, which could not be considered an emergency lane at all.

Double flash on.

He leaned back in the driver's seat and wiped his nose with a tissue.

It took me a long time to unscrew the cap of the mineral water bottle, then I drank the water and continued to tear the paper towel.

Cars whizzed past one after another.

"Ding-ling-ling." The cell phone rang.

Fanning took the phone off the navigation stand.

When he saw the caller's name, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes, but he immediately cleared his throat.

He pulled out another tissue and wiped his face twice, forcing his tone to sound normal.

"Ms. Zoe? Hello."

"Hello, Fan Ning. Mr. Fan Chenxun didn't reply to my message on WhatsApp, and after I got off the plane, I still couldn't get in touch with him by phone." The girl's voice on the other end of the phone was like clear spring water.

"Get off the plane" Fan Ning still couldn't catch up with the rhythm immediately, "Oh! You're in Tiannan City?"

"Yeah, I'm in a taxi."

"It's like this. My dad went abroad at the beginning of the year and hasn't come back yet. He rarely replies to messages recently, but if he does see your or Mr. Esterhazy's message, he should reply."

The girl on the other end of the phone was silent for a few seconds: "Well, I'm here to collect paintings again. Are you home?"

"Now?" Fanning was surprised.

"This flight lands a little late in your time zone. It depends on whether it's convenient for you. You can take it tomorrow," she said.

I won't be able to spare any time after work tomorrow, but my father's big client came to visit. Fanning thought about it and replied:
"You may have to wait a while when you arrive. I'm driving from the other direction now."