The sky was gloomy, and it was drizzling. Everything in Aalto was shrouded in a veil-like mist. It was as if even nature had fallen into sadness and could not help but cry.
The black hearse pulled by four bulls moved forward slowly. More and more citizens stood on both sides of the street in the hazy drizzle, watching the hearse pass by with slight sadness.
It had only been a few days since the crazy concert that almost caused an uproar in the whole city, but the melody was still echoing in the hearts of everyone who heard it. Therefore, when they heard the news of Lucien Evans' death, they could not help but feel deeply moved and shocked. They could not help but feel sad for him.
For the spirit of never giving up that Lucien Evans told them, and for the precious pure joy that he brought, they rushed to the streets to send off the genius musician Lucien Evans, the pride of Aalto.
The drizzle fell on their faces, making them wet. It seemed to be mixed with tears, adding to the mournful atmosphere.
If it had been a week later, if it had not been in Aalto, it might have been difficult to see such a spectacular scene. Both sides of the street seemed to be crowded with people from the whole city.
Watching the hearse go away, some people who were full of emotions or crazy fans of Lucien Evans rushed into the street and joined the mourning team in the rain.
As people wearing black coats and throbbing with grief spontaneously followed from different streets, the mourning team grew bigger and bigger.
When the hearse drove into the noble district, most of the nobles who were invited to attend Lucien Evans' funeral were stunned, because they saw a black mass of heads on the left, right, and back of the hearse. The endless and innumerable "mourners" were like a black tide that slowly surged forward with a faint sense of sadness.
Perhaps they had never seen so many people gathered together except in the city square of Aalto's concert. Because they gathered together for the same purpose, these nobles seemed to have an illusion that after thousands of ordinary people joined together, there was a burst of terrible power that seemed to be unstoppable and could swallow everything in the way.
"I didn't expect Lucien Evans to be so popular and worshipped." Some nobles of the Knight class seemed to be much calmer in such a situation. They secretly sighed. "If I can have so many people send and protect my soul at my funeral, it will be the greatest glory besides the descent of the True God and the support of the Lord. Even if we die, we won't have any regrets. "
When the hearse passed by, the nobles also joined in to protect the spirit. This was a part of the funeral of the Saint Truth. Those who were going to participate in the funeral ceremony had to escort the hearse to the end of the journey. It was not because they admired and loved Lucien Evans and his music that they were willing to lower their status and protect the hearse with ordinary people.
Gossett, who was standing in front of the Golden Cathedral, looked at the magnificent and horrifying team of guardians. His face slightly changed. He subconsciously drew a cross in front of his chest and said in a low voice, "Only Truth lives forever!"
After the coffin entered the Golden Cathedral, the ordinary people who were not invited were reluctant to leave. They prayed and gave their blessings around the cathedral in the misty drizzle.
This gave the bishops and pastors an indescribable feeling, as if a saint was about to be buried inside.
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In the grand hall, the coffin was placed under the cross, which meant that he was a devout believer.
When the mourning music stopped, Gossett held a milky white holy cross and said solemnly, "Merciful and compassionate Lord, today we are here to pray for brother Lucien Evans. He has finished his journey in the world, and it's time for you to take him away. We believe that everyone who believes in you, accepts you, believes in you, respects you, and follows your path will be saved by you and will be able to rest in peace in Mountain Paradise. "
The nobles, musicians, and other musicians in the grand hall all closed their eyes and prayed with Gossett.
"He was a pure, pious, and noble man, whose music, as you teach, gave strength and joy to the world. May he continue to present beautiful songs of praise to you in your country … "
After praying, Gossett looked at Natasha, Chorre, Alisa, John, and Victor kindly, and then he looked around the hall and said peacefully, "The Lord taught us that death is like the night, but after the night, the light will come. Death is not to be feared, because our brothers and sisters who have passed away will all go to Mountain Paradise and live in the same kingdom as us. We can still communicate and pray for each other. "
After the blessings and prayers, it was time for the memorial of the family and friends. Chorre, Alisa, John, and Victor walked to the front of the hall and gave their speeches. They recalled the details of Lucien Evans when he was alive. Some of them were sobbing, some of them were sad, and some of them followed the Lord's teaching and comforted the others so that they could be stronger and better for the future.
When the memorial came to an end, Natasha walked to the side of Gossett.
She was wearing a conservative black dress, and her long hair was tied up with a black veil. She was recalling some of the happy times she spent with Lucien Evans with a sad expression. Finally, she calmed down and said, "He once told me that if he passed away one day without making a will, he should donate the manor under his name and give it to the Musicians' Association for safekeeping."
Othello and other musicians nodded slightly. Lucien Evans was indeed a man who loved music, and he was willing to donate most of his property, the manor, to the association.
Natasha continued, "He wanted to set up an award and a competition with all the income of the manor. The award is to honor the best musical work on the continent in the past three years, and it will be selected by all the official members of the Aalto Musicians' Association. The competition is also a continental piano competition that is held every three years to promote the development of this new musical instrument, and to encourage and encourage more piano lovers to embark on the road of music. "
The manor was selected by Natasha and given to Lucien. It was worth thousands of Quintal, and the income itself was not bad. The annual income was about 100 Quintal, which was equivalent to the annual income of a famous musician. In three years, the annual income would reach 300 Quintal. For many poor musicians or piano lovers who had just embarked on the road of music, even half of the annual income would be a very, very generous reward.
"Mr. Lucien Evans has a heart of gold. He cares about the development of music all the time, as well as the newcomers who love music." Othello stood up to thank the donation on behalf of the Musicians' Association. "I propose to name the award and the competition 'Evans Music Award' and 'Evans Continental Piano Competition' respectively. At the same time, the Aalto Musicians' Association has decided to erect stone statues of every great musician who has made an outstanding contribution to the development of music or composed an immortal classic. "
"They will be built on top of Cassia Mountain next to the Belem River, so that everyone who comes to Aalto and every child who plays will be able to see them and know their brilliant names."
Christoph, Victor and the others nodded. "I have no objections."
Neat but not enthusiastic applause sounded, very fitting for a funeral, for a great musician's noble character and love for music.
At this time, Natasha added, "I will also donate the income of a manor that belongs to me, so that the prize money of the 'Evans Music Award' and the 'Evans Continental Piano Competition' will be 300 Quintal."
"Thank you for Her Royal Highness' generosity." As for Natasha's request, Othello did not object because the prize money of the competition was the same as the prize money of the music award. The 300 Quintal should be divided into the first, second and third prizes, otherwise it would not be able to motivate the future generations.
Chorre, Alisa and John also did not object to Natasha's decision. They believed that Her Royal Highness would not make up her will for a manor, and this manor was given to Lucien by Natasha.
However, Gossett slightly frowned, "'Evans Music Award'? It's very similar to the 'Holm Crown Prize' and the 'Immortal Throne Prize' of the evil sorcerers. It seems that Lucien got the inspiration from Her Royal Highness or Professor. "
However, on such an occasion, Gossett could not object. Besides, a music award was not worth paying attention to.
With the establishment of 'Evans Music Award' and 'Evans Continental Piano Competition', the memorial service of the funeral was completed. Under the lead of the choir, all the people in the funeral began to sing hymns and blessings, which made the atmosphere of the funeral solemn and sacred.
When all the ceremonies were over, Gossett sprinkled holy water on the coffin to wash away all the sins and sins that Lucien had committed in this world.
The coffin was lifted up again and moved to the cemetery near the Golden Cathedral. Natasha, Chorre, John, Alisa, Victor, Phyllis and other family members and friends of Lucien followed. The other nobles and musicians left the Golden Cathedral to go home.
As soon as they stepped out of the cathedral, the nobles were startled by the crowd that was still lingering around.
Seeing the nobles coming out, the people who were waiting for the last part of the funeral all rushed to the noble cemetery nearby. Through the iron railings, they saw the black coffin being put into the grave.
The rain had stopped, and a few rays of sunlight broke through the clouds. However, when they saw the guards of the cathedral filling the grave with mud, the grief and sadness spread out again.
The yellow mud covered the coffin bit by bit, as if it was cutting off the last connection between the dead and the living. Alisa, Phyllis and Eleena burst into tears and could not help but cry. Chorre, John, Victor and Natasha also closed their eyes, feeling sad and solemn.
The people who saw this scene could not bear the depressing atmosphere of the farewell. They all closed their eyes, and some even cried.
Suddenly, a girl's hoarse and choking voice sounded softly.
"The Angel of Joy is holy and beautiful, and the brilliant light shines on the earth."
The joyous and solemn song seemed to be very incompatible with the solemn and sorrowful funeral, but the spirit it contained was very consistent. Lucien Evans had been shouting non-stop to tell everyone not to give up in the face of suffering, and to still stubbornly run towards the light and joy.
Therefore, the people were gradually infected, and more and more people sang along.
"On this beautiful earth, all living beings share joy."
The singing became louder and louder, and it spread into the cemetery. Phyllis and Elena cried even more when they heard it, but Natasha sang along, leading them to use this song to comfort their hearts and encourage them to live.
"All people, no matter noble or lowly, are blessed by the Holy One."
As they cried and choked, they sang this song to send Lucien off.
"The Angel of Joy is holy and beautiful, and the brilliant light shines on the earth …"
With a touch of sorrow and hope, the song mixed with the peace of the heart and tears repeatedly sounded, refusing to stop.
In the song, the burial was completed, and the tombstone was erected. On it was a short epitaph written by Natasha.
"An angel of music is buried here."
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Late at night, in the noble's villa.
John and his family sat on the sofa, unable to sleep for a long time.
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