The third one was more likely to be after 12 o 'clock. By the way, the map had been adjusted, so it should be clear now. Looking for a guaranteed monthly ticket ~
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When the musicians faced this symphony that was different from the past, it was inevitable that they would subconsciously reject and look for the rebellious and rough side of it. However, the composer of this piece of music was Lucien Evans, one of the most famous top musicians, and a genius known for his innovation and creativity. Therefore, they all had a deep respect for it. Even if there was a sense of rejection and discomfort in their hearts, they still listened carefully and attentively.
Gradually, most of the musicians who were not native to Aalto were infected by the passionate waves and the nervous and hurried melody, as if they had returned to the life when they first arrived in Aalto.
It was a busy and fast-paced life. Every day, they had to run around and do things that they could not get rid of in order to be hired by an orchestra or to hold a small concert. In their free time, they would desperately devote themselves to music. They would either pull out their hair to think about the melody, or endure the pain in their hands and repeatedly practice. The heaviness of reality had already overwhelmed them. Only in the atmosphere of music could they find a trace of peace!
Then, they heard a brand new melody that was different from the music they were familiar with before. It was a melody that came from other countries and folklore of different places. This showed them a brand new "music world" that brought them an indescribable shock. It was just like when they first came to Aalto from their hometown, they suddenly came into contact with the music of Aalto in their heavy and busy life. The style of music that was completely different from the music of their hometown broadened their horizons and gave them a new understanding of music.
Christoph's eyebrows slowly smoothed out as he recalled many memories of the past.
With his dream of music, he left his hometown and arrived in Aalto, half traveling and half performing. However, Aalto was so prosperous, and there were so many musicians and musicians. Without extraordinary talent and superb performance skills, it was difficult to live and survive here.
Therefore, in order to make a living, he had no choice but to become a street performer, relying on the little gifts from passers-by after he played music to fill his stomach. At night, he would crazily absorb the creative ideas of Aalto, which were completely different from the ones in his hometown, and invest all the money he saved into learning how to read and borrow books.
It was in this busy, heavy, fast-paced life that he met Mr. Lessing by chance, who opened a new door to him, the door to a well-structured symphony.
At that time, he was incomparably shocked, like a traveler who had come to a brand new country and witnessed all kinds of completely different things.
"Lucien's music perfectly shows his experience — after overcoming many hardships, traveling to a new country and hearing new music, he became passionate." Christoph abandoned the stubbornness and prejudice that had arisen spontaneously before and gave a fair evaluation in his heart.
Immediately after, the whole band played a majestic and passionate melody that was as turbulent as the waves, and then the two sub-themes were presented one after another. Played by flute, oboe, and flute respectively, they brought out a touch of melancholy and sadness, rendering the melancholy and melancholy that Christoph and the other musicians had experienced when they were busy.
Next, the structural innovation gave the musicians a different feeling. It was not until the end of the first movement that they realized the uniqueness of the arrangement of the reproduction part. After several dramatic twists and delays, the performance really began.
Most of the nobles in the Psalm Hall and the ordinary people in the city square did not have such a high requirement for a well-structured symphony like the musicians. Although they also felt that this symphony was a little different from what they had heard in the past, and as the capital of music, there were many veteran fans who could point out where it was not standard. But they all agreed that this was a good and above standard work.
They were simply listening with their ears, listening with their hearts.
After a short interval, Lucien raised his baton again and closed his eyes slightly, as if he was intoxicated by the music.
The melody was distant, and the colors were dim. After the band played a few wonderful chords in the bass section, the atmosphere was mysterious and gloomy.
In such an environment, the emotions that had been brewing in Lucien's heart for a long time surged into his mind one after another. They were the homesickness in his heart. They were the memories in his heart.
He missed his family and friends, and the memories he had with them were so vivid: Mr. Victor, who was kind, kind, and noble. He never discriminated against him and taught him and loved him very seriously. Uncle Joel and Aunt Alisa, who took care of him like a father and mother. They lent him all their savings and stood up for him without hesitation when he was being chased by the mafia. His good friend John, who chose to fight against the mafia with him regardless of his future as a knight. His humorous and beautiful Natasha, who was not arrogant at all, was kind to her friends without asking for anything in return, and they went through a lot together. His good friend John, who was determined to fight against the mafia with him, regardless of his future as a knight.
He missed the old house in Aderon. The wooden door of the house was repaired by him, and there was still a ruined magic laboratory underground. During the time he lived here, he learned how to read, became an apprentice, and fought against the Argent Horn cultists.
He missed the garden villa. Although he only lived here for a few months, the mottled bricks and the vines on the wall were still fresh in his mind. In this villa, he played For Silvia and the first movement of Moonlight for Natasha. In this villa, he learned about the Congress of Magic from Mr. Rhein.
He missed the Musicians' associations, which had thick soft carpets, a quiet environment, a clean music library, and a well-equipped piano room. They had witnessed every bit of him, every repetition of his piano practice, and the 'questions' that came from the bottom of his heart when he was playing Fate …
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Those pictures flashed in front of Lucien's eyes as if they were real. What was even clearer was the feelings of longing, melancholy, and nostalgia in his life in Allyn, as well as the sadness and helplessness when he was about to say goodbye.
Those deep and strong feelings turned into invisible notes, flowing slowly along with Lucien's baton.
The alto oboe played a beautiful melody that was both melancholy and melancholy, as well as comforting sweetness. It struck everyone's heart like lightning.
Christoph was in a trance, as if he had returned to the small town in his hometown. Were the dark two-story buildings in the style of the ancient Magic Empire still the same? Were they still haunted? Was the small river that went around the city wall still as clear and sweet as before? Was the apple tree in front of the old house still bearing fruit? Was it as sour as it was fifty years ago? Was the girl that he secretly loved as gray-haired and toothless as him? Was she still as fond of smiling as before? Was the grass growing on the graves of his ancestors in the cemetery? Were there any family members cleaning the graves?
The bleak and melancholy melody seemed to have erased the long time of more than fifty years. Christoph missed his hometown more than ever. He missed it so much that his heart was empty and full of melancholy!
Betty, Joanna, and Simon were also lost in the nostalgic music. They thought of the mountains that were everywhere in the Duchy of Djibouti, the rugged roads, the terrifying legends about necromancers and vampires, their childhood playmates, the taste of their hometown, the warmth and sweetness of their parents when they were still alive, and the old house that was full of holes that symbolized all that …
As they thought about it, Betty and Joanna's eyes turned red, and they couldn't help but shed tears. They suddenly had a strong desire to go home.
That was the intense feeling that only a homeless person could understand!
Chorre and Alisa thought of the town in the south, the balcony that carried their love story, and the wood and stone that they were too familiar with to cherish. The green moss at the corner of the wall was still vivid in their eyes, and the delicious local specialties of their hometown were still in their dreams last night …
Grace 'saw' Sturk, the stone arch bridges of different styles, the sharp boats that glided briskly, the wax figures that resembled human figures, her parents who were getting older and her brother who was getting more and more tired …
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The melody was melancholy and melancholy. Nobles, musicians, merchants, and ordinary people, as long as they had a similar experience, they couldn't help themselves from being immersed in that atmosphere.
It was unknown how many people were silently shedding tears. It was unknown how many people were feeling a strong sense of nostalgia!
The beautiful atmosphere was gradually interrupted by the idyllic scenery. Then, the urgent and eager first theme pulled everyone back from their memories to reality — they were still alone outside in the middle of the night, without the company of their family, and without the familiar reality of everything!
The indescribable sadness and melancholy returned with the melancholy melody, and the curtain fell in the soulful singing of the violin and the light and dim chords that followed it.
There was no applause, only silence and silence among the crying crowd.
Then came the third movement, which was full of vigor, showing the dancing, rising and falling melody and the bright colors of the sunshine. Once again, everyone felt the scenery and beauty of the new country.
The fourth movement, on the other hand, was magnificent and exciting. It reproduced all the themes that had been presented before. It carried the accumulated energy, the strong desire to go home, and the imagined happy scenes, like a rushing torrent, rushing firmly to the end.
The new country was gradually fading away.
This strong feeling resonated with the countless listeners, who burst out from silent tears to bursting with longing, and from quiet listening to the song, they burst into tsunami-like applause and cheered loudly.
Round after round of applause sounded in the square and in the Psalm Hall, and Lucien could not help but pay his respects again and again.
Many nobles, citizens, and most of the merchants' faces were twisted with tears, and their hands were clapping as if they felt no pain. They seemed to have entrusted their longing for their hometown and the desire to go home to Lucien!
Christoph's face was calm and full of nostalgia. He said to Othello, Victor, and Natasha in a low voice, "Tomorrow, I'm going back to visit my hometown."
After a pause, he added, "This is the most moving Adagio movement of all the symphonies I've ever heard. It made me forget to pay attention to the structure of the whole symphony …"
"When people get old, they miss their hometown more than ever."
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