"Mr. Fan Ning."

Congreve was waiting at the desk. After seeing Fan Ning hang up the phone, he quickly handed over a signature form.

The two generals of the Turner Art Hall are away, and a large number of affairs have fallen on him. Recently, he has been working until midnight every day.

Fan Ning took it.

Seeing the music director holding a pen in his hand and looking like he was reading carefully, he began to explain the report.

The words drifted into Fan Ning's ears and came out from the other side.

The phone call said that starting from the next week, Kaplan's bone pain became a minor problem and he began to fall into frequent drowsiness. Olga moved a gramophone into the ward and selected some records of his favorite works.

, and the several records released by Turner Hall of Art were played one by one. This method had a good effect at first.

The long-lost music came to his ears. Kaplan listened very carefully. After waking up, he would immediately ask what time it was and how many days were left until the premiere. He would even look at the score for a while.

However, the good effect didn't last long. In the past two or three days, he basically didn't eat much, and the time he was awake and able to communicate with people became shorter and shorter. He basically woke up about three or four times a day, less than one at a time.

I fell asleep again when I was young, and this time was not as long as the performance of "Second Symphony".

Maybe, I can at least hold on until tomorrow and come and listen to it. I can insist on a few movements.

Congreve finished his report.

"Sorry, what were you talking about just now?" Fan Ning raised his head, his face full of apology.

"...It doesn't matter, Mr. Fanning." Congreve spoke quickly and re-reported carefully, "It's about the decision on the fourth temporary seat addition. The previous five days of sales were split on the ticketing day.

After the show, we received a lot of suggestions from music fans and people in the music industry. Their voices were so strong that we even asked the cultural department to communicate with them. So we added three waves of seats with low stools in the corridors, between boxes, around the stage and other places.

There are 700 seats in total. I have reported this to you before... Now that it is sold out, the request has come again. I would like to ask if you want to agree to them for another round. I have just made measurements on the spot. If there is more squeeze,

I should be able to barely fit in about 200 low stools, and they can be arranged during the day tomorrow..."

Fan Ning held the pen and kept nodding.

After thinking about this for three minutes, he spoke:

"The pricing plan is right, it's up to you to decide. I've been working hard on you recently."

".Ok, I see."

Listening to Fan Ning's completely unanswered response, Congreve shook his head secretly and took the order to leave.

It wasn't until the door was closed that a low sigh came from the corridor.

Inside the door, Fan Ning held the score of "Second Symphony" in his hand and slowly leaned back in his seat.

After staring at the deathly darkness and warm light on the cover for a long time, I prepared to open it with my fingers, but with some hesitation he retracted it, avoiding the memories related to it and turning to more broken and empty thoughts.

This daze lasted until late at night.

There were two gentle "dong dong" sounds outside the door.

"Who?" Fan Ning asked aloud.

The night before today's performance, there were quite a few people staying here to rest or prepare for work.

"I." It was Joan's voice.

"The door is unlocked."

A girl in a violet dress walked up to Fan Ning holding a sparkling silver flute.

"Caron, the visual sealing elixir you want." She spread out her left hand, with a small glass tube on it.

"Zhuzi is doing well." Fan Ning picked up the elixir from her palm.

"It's still the same proportion of effective extraordinary components as in previous weeks. It takes effect about an hour after taking it, and returns to normal after half an hour... However, this is already the fifth or sixth time. Have you used it in the end?

And if there is such a need, why don't you just close your eyes?"

"boom."

An invisible force squeezed gently, and the glass seal shattered with a sound.

There was only a little over 1 ml of colorless liquid inside, and Fan Ning poured it into a porcelain cup with a small half cup of boiled water.

After doing all this, his eyes dropped again.

"Thank you, go and have some rest. Good night."

After a few seconds of silence, Fan Ning asked, "Is there anything else?"

Qiong put her toes together and bit her lip, seeming hesitant about what to say.

Finally she said: "I want to play with you the Sicilian Dances from the flute sonatas you haven't finished yet."

Fan Ning looked up in surprise.

Speaking of which, it seems that since the New Year, it has been a long time since I had a casual chat, nor have I had any pure fun and relaxation with everyone, even though I see each other in the rehearsal hall every day.

There are only a handful of people who can attend afternoon tea, and even most of my meals are taken care of by the maids directly here.

So Fan Ning stood up without saying a word.

He moved out of his seat, opened the door to the living room, and sat in front of the grand piano.

Qiong followed step by step, and finally stood beside him.

The sound of the flute rises melodiously, and behind the piano, the keys fall in a tacit and considerate dance.

Bach's "Sonata for Flute and Harpsichord No. 2 in E flat major" (BWV.1031), second movement, "Sicilian Dance".

The melody is soft, pure, with a hint of sadness, and the black and white keys as a foil are always woven with elegant and unknown reveries and thoughts.

Quiet gardens, tree-lined paths, warm and slightly drunken autumn.

The girl lifts up her gauze skirt and spins and dances, while those accompanying her watch the sun shining down and the fallen leaves fluttering.

The world is a golden place.

The song ends after two minutes.

Fan Ning raised his hand, stood up, and returned to the office to sit down, while Qiong continued to follow obediently.

"They will be arranged for the chamber music performance next month, so let's rest first."

Joan's eyes changed several times, and finally she spoke as if she had made up her mind: "Carolen, can I take a day off?"

Fan Ning's expression of surprise flashed: "Tomorrow? You won't be able to come to the premiere?"

"...Maybe so." She had a very guilty look on her face, "Caron, I feel very sorry for you, but maybe after a few days, I can find a way to make it up to you later, okay? For example, all the concert fees will go to you.

kind……"

Fan Ning asked after a moment of silence.

"whats the matter?"

"...it's a personal matter, can I tell you after I get back?"

Fan Ning reluctantly suppressed all the negative emotions and said calmly: "If it is a very urgent matter, I think you can just leave and deal with it, and come back to explain later, or tell me to ask for help; if not, then you should wait for the premiere

Deal with it after it's over, rather than letting things slip at such a critical moment."

"So, no matter what the situation is, there is actually no need for you to take leave, what do you think?"

"Oh." Joan lowered her head.

"Good night then, I... I'll take a look tomorrow. I should still attend the premiere..."

She stepped on her toes and moved out of the room step by step.

Fan Ning nodded slightly, and after she stepped out of the door, she said again: "There is no need to close the door. Ask Xilan to come over."

"oh…"

A few minutes later, Sheeran, who had already changed into a gauze nightgown, walked into the office.

"Carolne, Joan said you asked me to come over." Her long brown hair was draped over her shoulders, still carrying a slight moisture and fragrance.

"Sit." Fan Ning pointed to the chair opposite, "Do you know why she asked for leave?"

"Ask for leave? I don't know?" Xilan sat down doubtfully, "Did you agree?"

"Perhaps she didn't agree, but she said she would still attend the premiere."

"Oh, she always thinks about it. Caroln, why don't you go to bed and you suddenly want to chat with me so late today?"

"Let me discuss something with you. Are you willing to give violin lessons to little Irene in the future? A formal teacher-student relationship."

When the girl heard this, her originally bright eyes dimmed.

"Is Mr. Capron okay?"

"..., this may not be the most ideal, but I think it will be fine for me to meet him tomorrow." Fan Ning lowered his eyes and recounted the contents of the call with Olga.

"That's good, I'll just listen to your arrangements." She breathed a sigh of relief.

"As you please."

"Yes, I'm happy to."
To be continued...