Old-time musicians

Fanning had left the venue early.

He was worried that he would be surrounded by people again, so he left in a hurry without saying hello to anyone.

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

"It's really late."

The sense of relaxation brought by the performance allowed him to finally have the energy to feel the campus while walking on the road.

He felt that the most direct experience was that his nose was not so painful.

These cities that have expanded rapidly due to industrialization have a construction speed far behind the population growth. The excessive population is crowded and lacks necessary sanitary facilities. The living environment of the middle class is already extremely cramped, and industrial workers have no "life" at all.

The rich can't completely divide those damp and crowded houses into isolated areas. Dirt and sewage rot in the city's ditches. The stench and the billowing smoke from the factory are intertwined, and will eventually condense in the haze and be inhaled into the lungs.

On the campus of St. Lenya University, winding rivers and ponds, fountains, columns, sculptures, and flower stands can be seen everywhere. They combine the natural height differences of each plot to form a garden-style careful layout. The landscape pieces composed of snapdragons, begonias, and cherry trees around me exude a sweet fragrance with the smell of grass. Higher up are oaks, camphor trees, and birch trees that cover the sky. The red walls of the buildings can be seen in between, revealing classical elegance and composure.

The rain has stopped. On the white stone bricks and lush grass, young men and women walk and chat in groups of three or two, and a few whispers are heard from time to time. This scene makes Fanning a little dazed.

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

Well, I am now again.

But from the moment I stepped out of the door of the police station, that real and unreal feeling still exists.

He always felt that his vision was a contradiction of openness and confinement. The campus scenery, the colors of the plants, the faces of the handsome men and beautiful women were all pleasing to the eye like bubbles. The friction between the skin and the clothes brought an indelible sense of being out of the way.

Maybe it was a lasting side effect of time travel.

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

Turner Art Museum? …

It has been closed for three years. Is there anything special about it?

Let's go and have a look now.

After walking 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 layer in the gold, silver and copper currency system of the Theolian Empire. Each gold pound could be exchanged for 20 shillings, and each shilling could be exchanged for 12 pence.

Any alleyway is a dense area of ​​mobile vendors and stalls, with hawking sounds coming one after another, and coffee, lemonade, ginger beer or pea soup being constantly served to the workers in a hurry.

A young man who looked like a company clerk walked along the road, pulling open a large sauce-colored smoked sausage with his hands. The red and white meat was trembling with heat and rotten, and the oil dripped into his mouth. Several textile workers who were taking a break stood aside, looking at the stalls with salted eels and smoked herrings, holding their deflated purses and hesitating.

Fanning took a shilling and bought coffee and fruit pie for 4 pence, and then took a taxi from the Lenya District to the East Mecklen District for 10 pence - their prices were four or five times more expensive than public box carriages, but they were comfortable and private.

"Da Da Da Da Da Da"

The carriage was getting farther and farther away from the clean and orderly campus, and finally disappeared at the end of Green Peacock Street.

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

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

The teacher's original intention was to find inspiration to help creation or to become a "knower".

The result was that he was troubled by the "fragmented notes" and "mysterious chords", or his method of recording dreams and experiencing clear dreams itself was problematic, his mental state took a sharp turn for the worse, and he even encountered something indescribable.

Thinking about it, Fan Ning's expression suddenly changed, and he reached into his coat pocket.

He took out his other palm-sized notebook:

"On October 14, I dreamed that I was walking in a corridor similar to an exhibition hall, with dim lights and clean floors. The walls on both sides were evenly hollowed out, and the glass partitions displayed illogical and strange 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 covered with gears and pipeline hubs. There were some things on the wall at the end of the corridor. I was always occupied by other thoughts when I was about to reach the end, and then I drifted into other dreams."

"On October 15, I dreamed that I was running in the rain, chasing my art gallery key, which was taken away by a wild cat on the side of the road. While running, I fell into the street graffiti painted on the road and fell 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 16, I dreamed of jumping out of the window of the castle that was about to collapse, and fell into a pond full of flowers and plants with mist. Fruits grew in it, clear as sapphires. I picked one and chewed it. The taste was strong and sweet. I saw some languages ​​that I had never mastered on the rhizomes of the plants, but I understood that there was another place under the pond. I went under it and saw the ceiling of the bedroom."

"On November 20, I dreamed of walking in a place similar to a corridor."

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

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

The original owner was courting death. Fanning's face was very ugly.

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

Fanning turned over the diary, and then saw the five-line music paper printed on woodblock writing paper, with dense handwritten notes on it.

This is the teacher's handwritten manuscript of the fragment of the musical series.

As for the original that I studied before, I heard from Xilan that it has been sealed by the Special Patrol Office as a prohibited item.

This manuscript is all evenly distributed chords, a total of 11 pages, with the same number as the original volume.

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

The organic combination of notes of different lengths and pitches, which are played back and forth over a period of time, forms a melody.

If multiple notes are pronounced at the same time, two notes are pronounced at the same time, which is called harmony, and three or more notes are pronounced at the same time, which is called chord.

The fragment of the musical series in front of me is all 5 to 7 notes in a group, 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 force yourself to listen to the effect, just play them one group at a time, and the speed is self-determined.

At this moment, Fanning naturally has no piano at hand, but it does not prevent him from thinking of their general colors in his mind.

Fanning's speed of review is very fast. He stares at each page and thinks for a while, jumps to read some fragments, and then turns to the next page.

About twenty minutes later, he had gone through all 11 fragments of the musical series.

"This is interesting..." Fanning smiled strangely in the carriage.

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

Because this is the harmonic skeleton hint of the classical music works in the previous life.

11 pieces, 11 songs, all of them.