— — Today, I said that I would update at 12 o 'clock, mainly because I wanted to listen to Bei Jiu's emotions, and it was relatively long. In the end, after listening to it twice, it was already past 10 o' clock. Then, as I wrote, I realized that this chapter had just started, and there was no need to prepare in advance!
Tomorrow's first update will probably be at 3 o 'clock, for the same reason as above.
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Aalto, Municipal Square.
After witnessing Lucien salute nine times in a row amidst the tsunami-like applause and watching him return to the backstage to rest and prepare for the most important symphony of the concert, the tens of thousands of ordinary citizens, merchants, and adventurers around the crystal wall, although their excitement had subsided a lot, the difficult to dispel homesickness made them unable to calm down. For example, an old man in his sixties kept grabbing the person next to him and pouring out his inner feelings:
"Maybe you don't know, I'm from Shakti, a country in the southern part of the continent near the Free City Federation."
"We have an excellent navy and brave warriors. When I was young, I received training on the warship, exterminating the damn pirates."
"The thing I'm most dissatisfied with in Aalto is that the strong liquor is not tasty enough. It doesn't have the burning sensation of the throat and stomach like the Peled wine. There is also a kind of snow wine brewed from strange grapes on the snowy peaks of the mountains. It is naturally cold, sweet, and unforgettable. Unfortunately, it is a specialty of my hometown, Lucia. Only the Count of Lucia and our king can enjoy it. I once served as the guard of the Count of Lucia, and I was lucky enough to secretly taste a glass of wine during his wedding … "
"Hey, hey, hey, let me finish. I still haven't talked about the Lucian pork sauce, the goat cheese, the honey, and the roasted lamb. I still haven't talked about the passionate and unrestrained girls of the Shaq Kingdom who chased after the brave warriors who defeated bulls and monsters …"
The chattering old man made the middle-aged man next to him shake his head in disgust. This guy was too long-winded, interrupting his nostalgia for the grass and trees of his hometown. That was the only trace of his past that could prove his wandering self's existence.
The old man was very unwilling to see the middle-aged man avoid him. He muttered to himself in melancholy, "I haven't told you that I have a country house in the Lucia District. Green vines crawl all over the walls, and the pale yellow flowers are more beautiful than any kind of flowers. The floor in the corner of the hut should have been tilted up, but I couldn't go home to fix it because I had left that place for more than thirty years. My body was already weak, and I might die on the way home … "
His voice gradually deepened, and there seemed to be murky tears in the corner of his eyes. He kept nagging, "Go home, go home? Go home! "
As if he had made up his mind about something, the old man waved his hands vigorously, scaring Grimm who was beside him.
"Old Mister, what's wrong?" Glinton asked subconsciously. He was thinking about his hometown in the border of the Duchy of Orvarit.
The old man chuckled and said, "I'm ready to go home, I'm going home!" His face was radiant and full of energy.
Then he added with a smile, "I have no regrets to listen to Mr. Lucien Evans' symphony before I die. There are some folk tunes in his music, but they are perfectly integrated into the symphony. It's so melodious and so classic. When I go back to my hometown and start to miss Aalto, maybe the first thing I will miss will be Mr. Evans and his great works, "said Lucien, smiling.
"You're absolutely right!" Hearing the old man's praise, Glinton was very happy. "When the first movement of 'From New Country' ended, I thought it was just an average work, and I thought it would be severely criticized by the critics. But after the second movement, I no longer doubted that this was a great classic. Perhaps it is only a little bit away from being comparable to 'Fate'." Probably because he often went back to his hometown, Grimm still put his favorite work, Fate, in the first place. He made a very small gesture with his hand that was rubbing Quintal, "Mr. Evans is definitely the best and most talented musician in the past twenty years!"
After sighing, Grimm suddenly had a question, "If such a work is put in the second last place, what kind of work is the Symphony in D minor called Ode to Joy?"
"Destiny" was placed first because it was a work from the past and was used to express the meaning of return, so no one had any doubts about it. As for the arrangements of the two symphonies that followed, no one bothered to make guesses before they heard them. But when "From New Country" completely moved people's hearts, they found that such a great new work was not the finale, nor was it the end!
The old man was stunned for a second. Then, with the understanding and benevolence that the passage of time had given him, he said with a smile, "This is probably a more classic, greater, and better work than New Country. I believe in Mr. Evans's talent and judgment."
"Me too. I'm looking forward to it! "Grimm turned to look at the crystal wall and the orchestra, and his voice was slightly ethereal.
Betty and the others in the square also began to notice this problem, and they began to calm down, waiting for the beginning of the last symphony with great expectation. They believed that it would be an outstanding and great work from the bottom of their hearts.
They seemed to be not worried at all that such expectation and hope would lead to a disappointing ending. Not at all!
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In the Psalm Hall.
Elena quietly wiped her tears, and then glanced at the Chorre and Alisa, who were still intoxicated, and whispered to Phyllis, "I heard Lucien's yearning for his hometown and friends during his three years of travel in this music. They are so sincere that they completely touched my heart. This is really a touching melody full of divine power. I think it will be passed on by travelers to distant places and passed on from generation to generation. "
Phyllis's eyes were also red, "It reminds me of the time when I was touring with Mr. Victor. I didn't feel it in the beginning, but as months passed, I started to miss my parents, my beautiful bedroom, my dolls, and my friends." Phyllis's eyes were also red, "It reminded me of the time when I was touring with Mr. Victor. I didn't feel it at first, but as the months passed, I started to miss my parents, my Bern Manor, my beautiful bedroom, my dolls, and my friends.
"I've been trying to turn these feelings into music. Elena, the piano piece you've heard is one of the best pieces I've ever written, but it's still not as good as Lucien's. Before I heard this symphony today, I could never imagine that yearning and sadness could be expressed in such a way. This has given me a lot of inspiration. "
Then she joked and said more seriously, "I found that I kind of admire Lucien …"
As a classmate who studied music together with Lucien, Phyllis was later shocked by Destiny, moved by Serenade for Strings in G major, and resonated with Pathetique. She only felt that Lucien was very talented, and she was very optimistic about his future, and respected his status as a top musician.
But after this creation, Phyllis felt that she really began to admire Lucien.
"Me too." Elena answered with a serious smile.
Phyllis put her right hand on the low-cut dress and smiled, "Then let's look forward to the last symphony. I hope that Lucien can make us admire him more!"
"Grace told me that Mr. Franz and Mr. Fabbrini both admire Ode to Joy very much, even more than New Country," Eleena said. "He won't disappoint us," Eleena said with a smile. "He definitely won't disappoint us. I hope that when I'm old, I can lean on the sofa next to the fireplace and tell my grandson that his grandmother used to be friends with the great musician, the music master, and the legend of the music industry … "
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In the VIP box.
After hearing Master Christoph's words, Natasha smiled and said, "Mr. President, are you leaving without finishing the religious music?"
"Maybe the taste of my hometown can give me more inspiration." Christoph smiled peacefully, "Her Royal Highness, didn't Lucien mention this work when you wrote to him? I think it's the first time you've heard it, and you have the same feeling as us."
Natasha pursed her lips, raised her eyebrows, and said, "No, he's very good at keeping secrets. But from the things he asked, and from his words, I could clearly feel that he missed his hometown, his family, and his friends. So when I heard this symphony, I was not surprised, and I also had a feeling that it would be excellent. Of course, my feelings are different from yours, Mr. President. Aalto is my hometown, and my memories belong to this place. Lucien's melody just reminded me of some childhood memories and what I saw when I traveled in the Kingdom of Holm. "
The Grand Dukes Of Orvarit also nodded. Although the bleak and melancholy melody reminded him of many places that were deeply engraved in his memory, he was born and raised in Aalto, and he did not have much homesickness.
"Her Royal Highness and I are the same, but I have the experience of performing in the world. The nostalgia contained in Lucien's music made me empathize with him. At that time, I missed Aalto so much, and I missed the home that Winnie and I decorated together … But unfortunately, I didn't pay attention to these inspirations because I wanted to grasp the creation of the Love Symphony. Of course, I don't think I can create such an excellent melody. "Victor praised his student.
Othello, however, shook his head, "This is really a work that makes me feel conflicted. I love the second movement so much, but I don't like the other parts of the work. I hope Ode to Joy won't make me feel conflicted again."
"It will certainly be a great work comparable to 《Destiny》." Natasha resolutely and decisively said. She was full of confidence in her good friend.
Although it was not difficult for her to listen to Lucien's rehearsal because she was a princess and a good friend, she held back her curiosity and kept all her expectations for today.
Victor also nodded, "I have more confidence in Lucien than in myself. I believe that he will come up with a masterpiece."
"Don't put too much pressure on the young man." Christoph looked at them with a smile, "Of course, I also want to say that I'm looking forward to it very much!"
The Grand Dukes Of Orvarit said with mixed feelings, "Let's look forward to the wonderful music this excellent young man will bring us."
Count Hayne, Count Rafati, and the Cardinal Gossett were also looking forward to it.
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Backstage of the Psalm Hall.
Lucien coughed continuously and finally calmed down.
"Mr. Evans, are you all right? How about we let Mr. Franz take your place? "Fabbrini asked in a soft voice.
Lucien covered his mouth and kept quiet for a while. Then he shook his head, "I'm fine. It's just intermittent. It won't affect my performance. I was able to hold on for the first three hours. Will I have any problems in the last hour? I'm a Knight! "
Although Lucien had been coughing a lot recently, his body seemed to be in good condition. At least, he was not too weak to walk. So when they saw that he had calmed down and was able to speak smoothly, they were relieved.
Then, Lucien looked at Fabbrini sincerely, "Because Aalto can't find a good baritone singer, we can only rely on you."
Opera was not as popular as symphony in Aalto, so the singers were not as good as those in places like Sturk and Renstadt.
Fabbrini's face blushed when he was looked at by Lucien, "Mr. Evans, don't worry. Although I'm not as good as a real baritone singer, I'm confident that I can perform well after this period of practice."
With the help of some mysterious hymns that the church said could be used to refine the Saint Knight, he could perfectly control his throat and imitate the singing of all parts. However, it was difficult for him to perform well, which was one of the difficulties during the rehearsals.
Lucien stood up and looked around at the singers and choir members. Then, he waved his arms and said to them, "Let's do this.
He waved his hand and said, "Friends, let's not sing the same old tune. Let's sing a happy chorus!"
"A happy chorus!" Everyone raised their arms and replied.
When Fabbrini and the choir members were ready outside, Lucien adjusted his tuxedo and strode out.
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