Vol 6 Chapter 51: You got the wrong person
Not seen for many years, the chanting hall is still so luxurious and gorgeous, which is very different from Rantat's popular architectural style.
In the hall, the waiter was welcoming a nobleman, musician, and musician who came to the concert. Seeing that the time for the concert was approaching, and the carriages coming from a distance were scarce, he seemed relaxed.
For ordinary citizens like him, being a waiter in the chanting hall is a very rare opportunity. If you perform well, it is easy to be valued by any aristocracy or musician, so that you can get a better job. In the face of these guests, he was cautious, he didn't dare to come out at all, for fear of making mistakes.
"The concert is about to begin ..." He saw the young musician coming out of the small hall to welcome the audience while finishing the bow tie, while walking to the background, he was even more relaxed. This is a subconscious response from frequent participation in this kind of occasion. The weekly chanting hall concert is really full, there are very few empty seats, and it is indeed the highest hall of music. However, if you want to have a crazy city like that seven or eight years ago, I do n’t know yet. How many years will it take ... "
Twenty-seven years ago, he was nothing more than a 13- or 4-year-old boy, and the scene left him with an indelible impression.
"I don't know if it's so crazy about music in the capitals of other countries, Brother Borg always said mysteriously that this is because there are too few entertainment methods for Aalto ... for ordinary civilians like us, there is still What kind of entertainment? "The waiter thought divergently when he saw the concert was about to begin.
Dumbledore, a crisp sound pulled him back from his world, and a horse tied with a bell drove a pumpkin carriage to the front of the hall.
"Carriage made of pumpkin ..." The waiter thought this should be strange and weird, but why did he think it was normal?
He didn't have much time to think about it. He saw a gentleman in a tuxedo walking down the pumpkin carriage, then stretched out his right hand, and let a lady in a purple court dress hold her.
"Ma'am, sir, are you here for Mr. Francisco's concert?" The waiter asked respectfully.
"Yes, take us in and give us two places." Lucian said normally.
The waiter quickly turned around and led the two people to the hall, faintly feeling that they had forgotten something important, such as their tickets? For example, the hymn hall never added a position?
"Why a pumpkin carriage?" Natasha had a funny and curious attitude to the short journey just now.
Baluchien bent his right index finger and knocked on his chin: "Don't you think this is a fairy tale?"
When he said that, he changed the subject, looked at the ring-shaped chanting hall, and sighed softly: "Actually, I'm more familiar with the upper stage than the audience seat below."
"... I have no experience performing in the Chancellor Hall." Natasha said with regret, mainly because of her status restrictions at the time.
The waiter didn't know where to find the two back chairs and placed them on the edge of the last row. The musicians there also turned a blind eye to it, as if it was a matter of course.
The concert officially started after Kuluoxian and Natasha sat down. Today's musician Francisco walked to the front in a smart black tuxedo, saluting the box first, and then saluting the audience seat below.
高 His high nose and thin lips, slightly higher cheekbones, with a typical sacred Hertz Empire style, is a young musician.
"I used to listen in that box ... 唔, Mr. Victor, President Othello, Franz ..." Natasha looked at the box and read an acquaintance Lucien knew.
Balussian also saw Elena, Grace, Phyllis, and others in front of them, and smiled, "They may not have dreamed, we will listen to the same concert with them at such a close distance."
He has no idea of meeting them, which will disrupt their quiet and normal lives.
Francisco raised his baton, Lucian and Natasha both calmed down, listened to his music attentively, and according to the track list, it was a symphony called "Growth".
The music starts with a questioning tone, as if seeking the meaning of life. Then, on this theme, the melody changes slightly, showing a youthful picture, full of vitality, and then the melody changes again, warm and sweet. Love permeates the hearts of every listener.
In the melody sound, each listener seemed to revisit his childhood, youth and first love. That was the brightness that could not be covered by more sorrows, but the melody had another deformation, and the various instruments became rushed and intense. The drums roar, the stringed instruments are sharp, and the brass pipes are whistling. Together they create a scene of lightning, thunder, and storms. This is like the unavoidable difficulties and frustrations in life, making people feel nervous, painful, and melancholy.
However, after the storm, the sky is even bluer, and the sun is more charming. It shows that the suffering of the world will pass away, and the life experienced through suffering will be more connotative.
The melodious "grass flute" sounded, this tranquil life reached the extreme, and the music quickly became a march of battle, heralding the next challenge, but full of self-confidence.
"Very good music, but it seems very different from normal symphony.
"After the music, Natasha applauded while questioning.
Lucien smiled, and Aalto's symphony developed this branch: "Symphony in a single movement is more like a poem. The complete symphony pays more attention to the structural form, and its structure is more free. With its own thoughts and The content is focused ... "
The former musician heard the discussion between the two behind, and couldn't help but show off the impulse to turn around and said, "You don't know the" symphony poem "created by Mr. Francisco? Did you just come back from outside? This is the most popular music of Alto recently topic."
Lucian and Natasha glanced at each other. She was busy with the research of arcane and magic. She had to deal with the affairs of the parliament and the atomic institute. She was immersed in the refinement of her knighthood and had to deal with the kingdom. Although I am also concerned about the development of Aalto ’s music, I am also the kind of person who only knows once a month. I do n’t know the hottest topics.
After the musician said that, he also appreciated the authentic way: "But even if you do n’t understand the symphonic poem, sir, what you say about it is exactly the same as someone who just heard it. This shows that you have extraordinary musical accomplishments. I wonder if it is a musician from another country? "
"I haven't joined any musicians' associations, I just studied music by myself." Lucien answered vaguely, and the "dead" would automatically disqualify the members of the Aalto musicians association.
The musician did not ask, but took the break between the two works to introduce them to the symphonic poem and introduced Francisco: "... He is a musician from the Holy Hertz Empire, following Christopher The master studied for two years, and recently became famous for his bold innovation and passionate piano performance. This symphonic poem "Growth" is his famous work ... "
It seems that after Silvia's death, Master Christopher had the idea to re-teach a student, and Lucian and Natasha were very pleased.
"... His musical talent is very outstanding. You should have heard the symphonic poem just now, enough to become a classic! After the death of Master Evans, people in other countries think that Alto's concerts are gradually declining. Now they should understand their own. Wrong! Aalto's musical bloodline has been passed down from generation to generation, with the atmosphere of the entire city and the precious legacy left by a master, there will always be new outstanding musicians growing up, as evidenced by Mr. Francisco. "
乐 The musician probably received a similar stimulus and spoke very excitedly, staring at Lucian and Natasha, hoping to get their approval.
Kushiro smiled, solemnly and leisurely: "Yes."
"Yeah." Natasha was relieved.
After the concert was over, the musician wanted to talk to the two nobles who had a high standard of music behind him. He turned around, but saw only two empty seats.
"When will the hall of chanting be able to add seats?" He suddenly felt a creepy feeling.
等等 "Wait, the looks of the two just seemed a little familiar ..." He thought about it.
Uh ...
Inside the "Promenade of Heaven" in the Palatine Summer Palace.
Lucien and Natasha stood behind the arched windows and doors, admiring the setting sun, admiring the garden that was stained with a layer of red color, and the twenty-four giant mirrors composed entirely of tiny lenses behind all the views All reflected, dreamlike.
Natasha told Lucien about her "Promenade of Heaven", "War Gallery", and memories of Lata Hermitage, and she was famous for her strangeness when she was a child. "The story that the mirror wall was ruined.
"Dinner has enjoyed, the sun has set, and we should go home. This is a pleasant walk." She stretched her arms without a ladylike appearance.
Balussian nodded and looked at the other end of the Lata summer palace: "I don't know who the current Grand Duke is. He was low-key in the Vaurit family at the beginning?"
"Because he never thought that he could inherit the throne, but I think this is only temporary. Our children, grandchildren or other offspring will always come back to this throne." Natasha is very chic and authentic.
After leaving Latta Summer Palace, Lucien and Natasha walked near the city walls. At this time, came out of a cardinal from a nearby noble villa, and it was their acquaintance brother Sai special.
As they were about to leave, Lucian and Natasha only changed their looks slightly, and did not hide their breath. Cosette stopped suddenly while walking, and her pupils contracted like needles.
"Lucien Evans ... Natasha Waurit ..." He noticed that his breathing was interrupted, and the whole person seemed to be paralyzed. He tried to escape, and did not perform the magic. The legs muscles trembled uncontrollably.
Suddenly, he saw Lucien looking at him with a smile. His black pupils were as deep as the lake, and he was scared like a falling ice cave. He didn't dare to move. The cold sweat on his forehead exuded densely.
I don't know how long, he saw the two out of their sight, and then he gasped and contacted Cardinal Philip Bell: "Hi Cardinal, I see Lucien Evans and Natasha · Vaurit, it's too late to start the Alto Divine Defense! "
As I spoke, he realized that his voice was so hoarse, like a bitter monk who hadn't spoken for a hundred years.
Philip Filbert froze for a moment, and quickly sensed the figures of Lucian and Natasha with the help of Divine Array. They were slowly approaching the city wall, and there was a vast universe in front of them.
Then, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said seriously to Cosette:
"You got the wrong person!"
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