musicians of old

Chapter 786 Andante
When Fanning asked this question, he had the necessary awareness of whether or not to go back and listen to the record. In an instant, he imagined several possible results of the refusal.

The most likely answer would be similar to the one given when asking about itinerary or carry-on luggage.

No, I didn't bring it.
"Why didn't you mention it before you went out just now?" Ruoyi asked.

Fanning breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't the worst reaction. At least they could continue chatting.

But this question is really difficult to answer, and the damn traffic light in front of me is green.

As Fanning started at a snail's pace, he reinforced in his mind the idea of ​​"holding this girl back no matter what", so his answers were very brainless, direct, and relevant to the topic. It was unclear whether his level had regressed to his freshman year or broken his peak record.

"Because I didn't muster up the courage just now."

The car crawled for the last 200 meters.

But the other party didn't seem to respond for a while.

"How about it? Do you want to listen?" Fan Ning was anxious.

"I feel like I can listen or not." Ruoyi said, "So now that we're almost there, there's no reason to turn back."

Reason reason
Fan Ning never wastes time on internal issues and just thinks directly about how to solve the problem.

"Don't you dislike breaking your promise?"

"How did I break my promise?"

"When I sent you on the plane last year, I asked you to come to my room to listen to my record collection when you had the chance. You said 'I'll definitely come next time'. It's up to you. If you don't want to come this year, then next year or the year after next can be considered as next time."

“.” Ruoyi frowned slightly.

It seems that it really exists.

Actually, it’s up to you. You can listen to it or not, right?

"Turn around." She leaned back in her seat.

"OK." Fan Ning let out a long sigh and made a victory gesture.

He swung the steering wheel hard, changing direction to the left three times, and stayed far away from the entrance of the hotel.

There shouldn't be any problems right now, but after listening to the record, I still have a headache.
It’s better to take it home quickly.

17 minutes later, the vehicle was parked again in the courtyard of the villa.

Fan Ning took Ruoyi to the second floor. The bedroom was divided into inside and outside, and the area inside was larger.

"Sit down and take a rest." Fanning pointed to the soft cotton sofa in front of the phonograph and the coffee table, and began to pick out records in the record cabinet. "What do you want to listen to? If it's your favorite composer or conductor, I'll bring some down for you to choose from."

After sitting down, Ruoyi turned on the power strip on the coffee table with a "click". The strip was connected to several wires.

Suddenly, the room was filled with the slow and progressive sound of broken chords from a double bass. Based on this, a long and strange melody in the key of bE major was presented by the string instruments.

The strange thing is that this music seems to have an "electronic" feel. It doesn't sound like a recording of a performance, but rather like a synthesis of music notation software and orchestral sound sources.

"Wait wait wait wait." Fanning nearly dropped the stack of vinyl records in his arms. "I think I forgot to turn off my computer last week. This speaker is connected to the synthesizer and computer, and the record player is not plugged in."

He held the plug and pretended to pull it out, but Ruoyi held it down with her hand. "Just listen to this."

"This is something I wrote in Sibelius, and I haven't revised it or finished it yet."

"Just listen to this."

"Whatever you want, just don't laugh at me."

Fan Ning had no choice but to retract his hand and sat down beside him, feeling both amused and helpless.

Well, if it's a "social death", you can't blame anyone else for this. I forgot to turn off the power, and I dragged the person into the house by myself.

So this long and strange melody continued, and Ruoyi listened quietly.

She took off her windbreaker, revealing a thin black sweater underneath. She put her feet up on the sofa, crossed her legs and sat with her back straight.

What a strange way of writing the melody. For a moment, she felt that the fluorescent lights in the room turned into a candle-like dim light. This was clearly a major melody, but it was mixed with a strong minor style. The background was warm and comforting, but the melody was sad and desolate.
Why? Rationally speaking, it may be because it has too many flats. The flat second note bF of the Naples chord, the flat third note bG in the 3rd bar, and the flat sixth note bC in the 6th bar successively weaken its "brightness". After 8 bars, the chromatic sigh of the oboe appears as a response. This feeling is too damn and too addictive.
The melody of the secondary theme is more surrounding. It comes from the bass horn and keeps switching in the combination of homogeneous timbres. The clarinet, flute, and basset seem to wrap and embrace both of them in a dark space, soaking them in the warm tissue like amniotic fluid, listening to their mother humming a melancholy tune.

This emotion is never firmly established, and the sound just floats dreamily until the original theme is rewritten and reinterpreted in the French horn part, and then it briefly enters a loving, long and gentle picture.
In the first development, the voice becomes monotonous and imprecise.

Just as Fanning said, he neither finished writing it nor revised it, but Ruoyi could still hear the previous motives. Moreover, the new E minor provided a tense and expectant mood. With the thickening of the orchestra, a burst of loneliness and melancholy from reality still hit the human spirit.

The level of completion is getting lower and lower, the voices of effective writing are getting fewer and fewer, and I am getting more and more lonely.

Bar 84, as the beginning of the interlude, the string part sways in the undulating triplets, expressing the depth of the river, the melancholy of dusk, and the lingering feeling of a hangover. But when the emotions have not yet connected into a sentence, the music stops abruptly.

Fanning quickly went over and unplugged the computer and synthesizer, then plugged in the phonograph cord.

But when he turned around, he was stunned, and then quickly took out a few cotton towels and handed them over.

The girl curled up on the sofa, not moving, tears sliding down her cheeks and condensing into drops on her chin.

After handing her the cotton towel, Fan Ning dragged over a wastebasket and placed it next to her shoes, then went downstairs to get her a cup of warm water with a slice of lemon and a spoonful of honey in it.

He avoided the process slightly, refraining from staring directly or deliberately diverting his gaze. After he finished running up and down the stairs, Ruoyi had calmed down a little, only her eyes were still red.

"What's the name of the song?" she asked.

"Andante," Fanning spelled out an Italian musical term.

"Andante? That means there is no name."

"'Andante in E-flat major' wouldn't be a bad name."

"Why did you write such music? What were you thinking when you wrote it? I really want to know."

"It was probably around graduation season. Suddenly, I had some sudden impulse." Fanning thought for a moment and said, "But I can't answer why. Things related to real impulses or ultimate meanings are often difficult to answer, just like if I ask you why you want to commit suicide, it will be difficult for you to answer."

"Can you try to describe the feeling?" Ruoyi took a sip of warm water.

"A feeling of being captured by an uneasy question or yearning?" Fanning tried to describe it, and then asked, "What about the song? Can you describe it too? You are the first one to hear it."

"The last smile of a dead son to his mother." said Zoe.