musicians of old

Chapter 787 Poison "Thor Ruby"

The description of the dead child's last smile to his mother made Fanning, the composer, feel numb, but he also felt puzzled.

He tried to figure out the meaning of the two roles of "dead son" and "mother" in this sentence: "You shouldn't be thinking of the latter, so it's the former? I don't know about your relationship with your mother. Is she still in Austria?"

“I don’t know how she’s doing,” Zoë said.

"Ok?"

"She divorced my dad a long time ago and left with a pianist. I don't know what happened to her afterwards." Ruoyi looked at her fingernails. "I think she was a very good mother, gentle and beautiful. I also think my father was not a bad person at that time. It's not an exaggeration to say that he was very good. So it's hard to understand what happened between them."

"But now that I think about it, it may be because a three-year-old child would think his parents were very good anyway. The only thing I remember now is that they were sitting on the ground, playing with a pile of blocks with me. I certainly couldn't notice how the relationship between them had actually changed. Then, the decision was made, and I was taken to a new place by my father to live, and I never went back to that scene, but at that time, it seemed that nothing intense happened. The only thing I remember is that before I left, I kept thinking about how fun the pile of blocks was, and I was confused as to why they didn't play with me for a while longer."

"Fanning, tell me about your mother. I am your equal, but I didn't know much about it before."

"Oh oh." Fanning, who was listening intently, responded, "My mother had already..."

Fan Ning was suddenly stunned. He didn't know why, but his subconscious answer was "he had already died of illness". This was really strange and completely contrary to the facts.

It felt even more out of place and weird than when I went to the concert hall's basement garage to get my car.

"She went abroad with my dad at the beginning of the year." Fan Ning has corrected his words, "The commissioned work is very heavy, the time is very long, and the place is not very good. My dad needs an assistant in life and work."

"This place isn't very good." Ruoyi thought thoughtfully.

"Well, Himachal Pradesh, India, South Asia." Fanning couldn't help frowning as he spoke.

Do I need to "recall" these contents to remember them? It shouldn't be necessary, but I don't know why, the excavation of memory is not smooth at all, and I even have some wrong subconscious reactions.

".In fact, according to the estimated time, it has exceeded the deadline."

"But they stopped answering my voice calls since the second half of the year, and rarely replied to my messages. When I asked about their return schedule, they ignored me. I was actually a little confused. Maybe I was overthinking it. It's just that I'm getting busier towards the end of a project."

When Fan Ning said this, he felt a sense of uneasiness in his heart.

He frowned and clicked on Fan Chenxun's chat interface on his phone. A few hours ago, he had taken a photo of the song list for him.

Just now I kept thinking that Fan Chenxun replied with something like "Bach [Like]", but actually he didn't. It might have been confused with some random dreams I had while sleeping.

"What time do you need to get up for your job tomorrow?" Ruoyi put on her shoes again and got up from the sofa.

"If you have breakfast in the car, you can leave at 7:30." Fan Ning heard the implicit meaning in her words, so he said a later time to show that he still had three or four hours of sleep.

We just talked about some topics again. The atmosphere was good, but we were far from having an in-depth conversation on the core topic, and we didn't get a confirmatory answer to give up the idea. If possible, we need to keep her. The choice of emotions in the work should be an outlet for empathy, rather than a joy that cannot be integrated. Fanning quickly took out a record: "How about Tchaikovsky's "Symphony No. 6"? The latest version of Kondrashin and the Moscow Philharmonic."

"I don't want to listen anymore." Ruoyi put her hands behind her back again and wandered around the room.

Fan Ning smiled lightly and indicated that it was okay, put the record back on the table, and followed Ruoyi closely.

The time on the wall clock continued to tick away, but he was still nervous, thinking that the other party might leave at any time, and his mind was quickly thinking of other topics to talk about.

Ruoyi sat down in front of the piano.

"Teach me to play the piano," she said.

Fan Ning let out a long sigh, quickly sat down beside her, opened the piano cover, and looked at her with a smile: "How is your basics?"

“I know middle C.”

"Haha, I have no problem teaching you, but you need to prepare at least two or three years to learn, right?"

"That makes sense." The girl sighed, "No matter how fast you learn, it won't take ten days and ten nights to learn anything effective."

"Why do you say ten days and ten nights?" Fan Ning asked in surprise.

Ruoyi took out a small object from her windbreaker and held it in front of Fan Ning.

This is a small medicine bottle with a peculiar shape. The reddish-brown wooden body has a few irregular wine-red areas with a darker material that looks like wood but not wood, and like glue but not glue. Instead, it has a look that is close to crystal.

It had already been unscrewed, and there was nothing inside. "What is that?" Fanning paused while holding a piano textbook, frowning.

For some reason, he always felt that the appearance of this bottle was familiar, but this was definitely nonsense.

"Thor Ruby." Ruoyi spoke as if nothing had happened. "A kind of drug, originating from a secret project of the East German STASI agency during the Cold War. It contains a mixture of isotopes of trace amounts of thallium-201, thallium-202, and thallium-204. It is a highly neurotoxic drug. After ingestion, it is dispersed and slowly released for ten days."

"Where did you get this stuff!? You ate it!?"

"It's from my family's stockpile. I took it before I boarded the plane. There was nothing unusual about it. I didn't notice it, and security didn't check it either. Could it be fake medicine?"

The other party actually smiled.

Fan Ning's face didn't look good. It was the first time he stared into her blue eyes for so long.

For some reason, he had a feeling that his efforts had been in vain or even "wasted".

"There's no time to learn. Let me just listen to you play." Ruoyi pointed to the keyboard.

Fanning was still speechless for a moment.

"I'm listening to you play." The girl spoke for the second time, her expression still indifferent.

Fan Ning repeatedly reminded himself that even if he didn't want to talk, he couldn't stay like this. After taking a long breath, he finally spoke in a low voice: "What do you want to hear?"

"It's up to you," she said.

Fanning put the piano teaching materials back in their place, and at first stood up to look for the music score on the piano, but after picking and choosing, he couldn't seem to find anything that he could decide on.

That's just delaying time.

"What kind of song are you looking for?" Ruoyi asked.

"do not know."

"When playing the piano for girls, it is highly recommended to show off your skills, and the music should get to the point quickly and be highly recognizable."

"Who told you that?"

"You said that yourself before."

"It's not me. I didn't." Fanning still didn't turn around.

Until he stood up and took an old copy of "Franz Schubert" from the bookcase at the back.

Place it on the piano and flip it to the very back position.

"Sonata in B-flat major." Ruoyi recited the title of the song.

"Well, Schubert D.960, Piano Sonata No. in B flat major," Fanning said.

"It seems to be the last song before he died?"

"correct."

"He was quite young then."

"31 is old."

"After choosing for so long, why did you finally decide on this one?"

"It is only suitable to be listened to carefully in the whole process in two states. One is the state of extreme happiness."

"What about the other one?"

Fanning did not respond. He raised his hands and played the quiet and leisurely theme chords at the beginning.