Durin's Diary

Chapter 265 Rumors
"Me." Astrid raised her hand.

Durin looked at the other girls and found that they were pointing at Astrid with distorted expressions.

"Don't do that." Durin smiled and patted Astrid's head.

The girl smiled and couldn't control herself.

The girls were as if they had been pardoned. Tanya was even more horrified. "Astrid, how did you do that? I didn't even hear any sound or movement when you cast the spell."

"Her talent doesn't require any accent or movements to cast the spell." After Durin finished explaining, he set off with Astrid.

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Before going to the Church of the Twin Mothers, Du Lin first went to school to find his mentor.

After hearing about Dühring's idea, watching the final fragment transcribed and remade by Dühring, and watching Dühring write a piece of music on manuscript paper with his own hands, Czerny handed his work to his assistant and followed Dühring to the Church of the Two Mothers.

Upon hearing the purpose of Master Durin and Czerny's visit, the Bishop quickly summoned all the orchestra members.

Du Lin put up a curtain at the back of the auditorium, and before the band tried to play for the first time, he asked everyone to sign a confidentiality agreement confirmed by the gods themselves, and then played his own remake of the ending clip of the movie.

The members of the Duomo Orchestra came from all walks of life, including students like Dühring, elderly mentors like Czerny, and many workers.

Professor Czerny personally took the stage to conduct the performance.

The first time, of course, it didn’t go well, because at the climax of the music, the girl playing the cello burst into tears.

In the last clip remade by Du Lin, the heroine was tortured but never asked for mercy. When the hero was dying, he wrote down the address because his lungs were pierced by a bullet and he could only breathe like a bellows. He searched his pockets but could only find a few coins.

At this time, he smiled and mouthed "I'm sorry", then, unable to hold on any longer, he lowered his head and stopped breathing.

The little beggar took the letter and the coin, then walked out from the other side of the sheltered alley and crossed the street shivering in the biting cold wind. When she passed the police, her expression was as calm as ever.

From the pipe under the bridge through the checkpoint on the bridge until she arrived at the address, when she knocked on the door but received no response, she could no longer control her expression and tears flowed down her face.

Until a child opened the door, he looked at her, saw the letter crumpled in her hand, and saw the tears on her face.

"Yes, sir, let me deliver this letter." She explained stutteringly.

Because from her perspective, she could see the gorgeous and luxurious room behind him, a beauty that did not belong to her.

From his perspective, he could see the icy puddles on the street, see how thin she was, and even intuitively feel the whistling of the cold wind. None of this was his suffering.

So, the boy reached out and held the girl's hand.

"Come in and talk."

The determination to serve a cause greater than the country and the nation allowed the two children to transcend their small class.

The movie ends at this moment.

In Dühring's time, many people might have laughed at this scene, simply because they couldn't do it, and either naively or maliciously thought that all this was just a ridiculous story, history that could never be reproduced, and a story that would eventually be buried by history.

Yet, in this land, there are still people who weep and sob over stories like this, simply because all of this is indeed history that once happened, a fact that is happening now, and will happen in the future. It's simply because some people have forgotten, while others remember, and will never forget for the rest of their lives.

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Although there were some regrets in the final piece, Professor Czerny thought it was good because it was the most emotional performance, and the vibrato of the violinists at the end became the most real musical movement in his mind.

He had already agreed, so Du Lin had nothing to complain about.

However, when leaving, the local bishop still felt a little regretful and said that if possible, Durin could go to the Everforged Fortress in the future, and the two best orchestras of the Original Creator and the Twin Mothers would do their best to help.

Du Lin naturally thanked him for this. As he was leaving, Professor Czerny patted his head and said, "I heard the power of faith in music. I haven't heard such power for many years. It seems that you finally understand your father's difficulties..."

"I just don't understand how someone could be so reckless for victory." Du Lin sighed. "My father, through his own sacrifice, taught me that it is indeed possible. There will always be a group of people who will risk their lives for a better tomorrow. Success doesn't necessarily depend on me, but I will definitely be part of it."

Having said that, Du Lin sighed as he looked at the desolate street in front of him.

"What a great saying! Success doesn't have to be mine, but I must be part of it." Professor Czerny looked very pleased. If Roy knew you thought so, he would definitely be very happy.

I don't want him to be happy, I just want him to be alive and with his mother. My younger brother or sister is about to be born, but he will lose his father so early.

At the college gate, he got off the carriage because he still had work to do.

And Dulin returned home with music.

The next day, when Seaman Kane came again, Du Lin invited him into the living room.

He was played his own remake of the film's ending—this version already had music set to it.

When the heroine's injured fingers dug through the wound, cut off the blood vessels and committed suicide in the cell, Ximan's eyes turned red.

When the male protagonist could no longer hold on and slid to the ground, his bellows-like breathing was already too weak to be heard, but he still looked at the beggar in front of him with an apologetic smile, to whom he often gave change, and the young man choked up.

He had seen too many stories like this, too many people who had sacrificed their lives in obscurity in the dark of night.

When the screen went dark, two lines of words appeared on the pitch-black screen: Success may not depend on me, but I must be part of it.

The young man burst into tears.

After the young man calmed down, Du Lin looked at him and said, "Please forgive my self-willed behavior. When I saw the movie you made, I thought of my father. He gave me my grandfather to raise before I could even remember. I hated him because he made me lose my mother. But after his sacrifice, I gradually came to understand him and you all. Can you take this crystal back to Sidney and ask your superior if he would let me remake this movie?"

"But I heard you have a lot of work..."

"It's okay. I'm still young and can endure hardships. Most importantly, I want to use this film to pay tribute to all those who sacrificed their lives in the dark. Their sacrifices and their stories will inspire generations to work hard and strive for the best future in each other's hearts."

At this point, Du Lin handed over his business card, followed by his pistol. "Mr. Seaman, this is a personal gift from me to you. Please, by all means, run a little run for me. Say hello to the comrades in Sidney on my behalf. Please ask your secretary if he's willing to do it."

"Okay, I will live up to my mission." The young man took the pistol and nodded solemnly.

　Music: The Message Medley (ending theme from the film The Sound of the Wind)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)