musicians of old

Chapter 9 Sound Sequence Fragment
Fanning has left early.

He was worried that he would be watched by the crowd later, so he left in a hurry without saying hello to anyone.

The time on the pocket watch pointed to one o'clock in the afternoon.

"It was too late."

The sense of relaxation brought about by the performance allowed me to walk on the road and finally have the energy to feel the campus.

He feels that the most direct experience is that the nose does not suffer so much.

In these rapidly expanding cities due to industrialization, the construction speed lags far behind the population growth, the excessive population is overcrowded, and the necessary sanitation facilities are lacking. The living environment of the middle class is already extremely cramped, and the industrial workers have no "life" at all. to speak of.

The rich can't completely divide those damp and crowded houses into isolated areas. The sewage and sewage rot in the city's ditches, and the stench is intertwined with the billowing smoke from the factories. It will eventually condense in the smog and be sucked into the lungs. .

On the campus of St. Lenia University, winding rivers and ponds, fountains, colonnades, sculptures, and flower stands can be seen everywhere. They combine the natural height difference of each plot to form a garden-style careful layout.Surrounded by snapdragons, begonias and cherry trees, the landscape sketches exude a sweet smell of grass. Higher up are oak trees, camphor trees and birch trees that block the sun, and the red walls of the building can be seen from them. It exudes classic elegance and poise.

The rain had stopped. On the white stone bricks and the lush grass, young men and women walked and chatted in twos and threes, and there were a few murmurs of low laughter from time to time. This scene made Fanning a little dazed.

Four or five months ago, I was one of them.

Well, I am again now.

But from the beginning of stepping out of the gate of the police station, the feeling of reality and unreality still exists.

He always feels that what he sees is a contradiction between openness and crampedness. The campus scenery, the colors of plants, and the faces of handsome men and women are all pleasing to the eye like bubbles. The friction between skin and clothing brings a lingering sense of being outside.

It may be a continuous side effect of time travel.

"Key?..." Fanning looked again at the flashing symbol on the right side of [135/100].

Turner Art Museum? …

It has been closed for three years, is there anything special about it?
Go see it now.

After stepping out of the school gate and walking along Green Peacock Street for a few minutes, Fanning felt hungry.

He fumbled in his pocket and found three or four shillings, which belonged to the middle tier in the gold, silver and copper currency system of the Tiorian Empire. Each gold pound can be exchanged for 20 shillings, and each shilling can be exchanged for 12 pence. .

Any alley is a dense area of ​​itinerant vendors and stalls, shouting one after another, and coffee, lemonade, ginger beer or pea soup are continuously poured out and handed to the hurried workers.

A young man with the appearance of a company employee was walking, opening a large sauce-colored bacon sausage with both hands. The red and white meat shivered with heat, and the oil dripped into his mouth.Several female textile workers who were resting during working hours stood aside, looking at the stalls with salted eels and smoked herring, holding their deflated money bags, hesitating.

Fanning took a shilling, bought coffee and fruit pies for 4p, and then used 10p to take a cab from Lenia to East Mecklen—their The price is four or five times more expensive than a public carriage, but the environment is comfortable and private.

"Da da da da da."

The carriage got farther and farther away from the clean and well-ordered campus, and finally disappeared at the end of Green Peacock Street.

Fan Ning opened Mr. Anton's notebook, flipped through the manuscript, flipped through the diary, and couldn't help but stop at the end of the diary.

"Don't record your dreams? Don't try to test and control dreams? They will come out by themselves??"

Whether the original intention of the teacher is to find inspiration to help creation, or to become a "knowledgeable person".

As a result, he was troubled by "fragments of sound series" and "mysterious chords", or his method of recording dreams and experiencing lucid dreams itself had problems, his mental state took a sharp turn for the worse, and he even encountered something indescribable .

After thinking about it, Fan Ning's expression suddenly changed, and he put his hand into the inner pocket of his coat.

He took out his other palm-sized notebook:
"On October 10, I dreamed that I was walking in a corridor similar to an exhibition hall. The lights were dim and the floor was clean. The walls on both sides were evenly hollowed out, and illogical and weird things were displayed in the glass partitions. Things, banana fresh-keeping boxes made of pure white marble, giant teeth supported by spring brackets, hard-shelled insects with bright red wings, golden plaster models, and surveying instruments full of gears and pipeline hubs, the corridors There's something on the wall at the end, and I always get caught up in other thoughts as I get closer to the end, and drift off into other dreams."

"On October 10th, I dreamed that I was running in the rainy night, chasing my museum key, which was snatched away by a stray cat on the side of the road. I fell into the street graffiti painted on the road while running, and fell into the Flooded into the vast ocean, I felt the despair of drowning, but I was inspired to remind me what characters to recite to float on the water.”

"On November 11th, I dreamed that I jumped out of the window of a castle that was about to collapse and fell into a pond full of flowers and grass with dense mist. Fruits grew from it, as clear as sapphires. I picked one and gnawed it. Sweet, I saw some language I didn't know in the roots of the plants, but I read it, and there was another place at the bottom of the pond, and I got under it and saw the ceiling of the bedroom."

"On November 11, I dreamed that I was walking in a place similar to a corridor"

Fanning read some bizarre dreams that the original owner had recorded.

In one hand is the dream notebook, and in the other hand is Professor Anton Konar's warning about "Don't record dreams!!" at the end of the diary.

The original owner is making a big death. Fan Ning's face is very ugly.

And does this frequent dream of walking in the hallway have any special meaning?

Fan Ning turned over the diary, and looking further back, he saw the stave paper printed on engraved writing paper, with densely handwritten musical notes on it.

This is the manuscript of the teacher's audio series fragments.

As for the original document that had been studied before, I heard from Sheeran that it had been seized by the Special Patrol Office as a prohibited item.

The manuscripts are all evenly distributed chords, and there are 11 sheets in total, with the same number as the original volume.

Melody and chords can roughly be regarded as two relative concepts.

Notes of different lengths and pitches are organically combined and performed back and forth over a period of time to form a melody.

And if multiple notes are pronounced at the same time, two notes are pronounced at the same time and it is called a chord, and three or more are pronounced at the same time as a chord.

The fragments of the sound sequence in front of me are all in groups of 5 to 7 notes, and the major chords that sound at the same time need to be played with both hands.

They don't indicate the rhythm. If you want to listen to the effect forcefully, you can play it group by group, and the speed is self-determined.

Naturally, Fanning did not have pianos at hand at the moment, but it did not prevent him from thinking about their general colors in his mind.

Fan Ning scanned very quickly, staring at each page for a while, skipping and reading some fragments, and then turned to the next page.

After about 11 minutes, he went through the [-] fragments of the audio sequence.

"That's interesting..." Fanning on the carriage showed a strange smile.

With the memory of the original owner, he thought it was a mysterious and incomprehensible ancient relic, but now he knows all of it.

Because, this is the harmony skeleton reminder of the classical music works of the previous life.

11 sheets and 11 songs, all of them.

(End of this chapter)