Everything came to an end, the current affairs process also came to an end for the time being, and everyone dispersed one after another.

The old symphony orchestra must continue to bring music to the public, and there is still an endless stream of well-known conductors and soloists from various countries to cooperate with it. Some musicians rehearse orchestral music under the leadership of the conductor, and some prepare solos in groups of three or two.

Chamber music or concerts with vocal music.

Sheeran returned to Fanning's former music director's office.

She didn't want to go anywhere except for necessary outings, and she stayed here almost all the time these days.

He also goes to bed in his living room.

While she was sitting at her desk, lost in thought, there was a slight knock on the door twice, and Olga walked in with a stack of documents, followed by little Irene and whispered "Sister Sheeran".

"As I said last time, you should call me teacher, honey." Olga's voice was soft and gentle.

"Just rest for a few more days, it's okay." Sheeran still held her chin in her hands and stared at the oil painting in front of her in a daze.

"Thank you, but I have been resting for almost twenty days."

"it does not matter."

"You need to sign the employee salary deduction form."

"Reducing the order?" Xilan turned his head in surprise.

"...He is no longer here, and the permanent commander's salary needs to stop from next month, as well as the personnel procedures." The administrative manager's tone remained calm.

The girl lowered her eyelashes and closed the unscrewed pen cap again.

"He's still here."

Olga's body shook slightly.

"Or another way, let's automatically pay it to the art fund account every month." A smile appeared on Sheeran's cheeks.

"Don't he like to work hard? Let him keep working hard to make money for the music aid project."

That night, Olga returned home with her daughter. The maid carried little Irene into the bathroom as usual. Several other servants were about to start cleaning and tidying up the room, but she temporarily stopped them.

"Just wait a little longer."

She stood in front of the grand piano in the living room. There was still an open book on the music stand. The conductor's baton and the unclosed pen were lying aside, as if the user had temporarily left.

It is indeed a temporary departure. In the past few years, it has been normal to go to the hospital, every time before going out.

A considerable portion of the records in the library had been removed, leaving many gaps.

The corner next to the green plants was empty, and the gramophone that had been moved to the sanatorium had not yet been retrieved.

"Now he will be the light in our phonograph, greater than before. Every art pilgrim will tremble to pick up this last sound, just like erecting a lighthouse in the dead night."

If you say so, he will go home in a few days.

She walked into the bedroom where the gas light was not turned on, used her last strength in the darkness, slightly arranged her daughter's small hammock beside her, and then lay down with all her clothes on.

I don't know how long it took, but my consciousness was slightly bumpy while wandering.

There seems to be the sound of music in the world.

The bumpy feeling seemed to come from riding in a carriage. I had received conducting lessons from Mr. Fanning many times very late. Little Irene was sitting in her arms, and Kaplan across from me repeatedly shared with me the latest gains of the day.

, he hummed the carefree ballad and played leisurely triple time with his bare hands.

The "Leander" dance in the second movement, the theme of "A Moment of Memories".

The turn when passing the intersection was a bit sharp, and when I looked again, there was nothing on the other side.

String instruments sounded with light and transparent sound, and clarinets and flutes blew long trumpet sounds.

"There's no one around, why don't you practice in front of the air?"

Fan Ning's voice was full of helplessness.

"Call him up at tea time in the future. Why is this guy so stubborn and doesn't know how to relax?"

Congreve was making tea, Roy was playing with the roses and platycodon in the flower pot, Sheeran and Joan were arguing about "should the Earl Gray tea be added with milk or tea first?" There should be someone sitting next to Lu, obviously

He couldn't see clearly, but everyone was talking to him from time to time.

"You are the midnight composer, and your whole family is the midnight composer." The squid ring squeaked in Fan Ning's mouth.

The white lace of the hand-embroidered tablecloth is so delicate. Teacups, teaspoons, tea dregs bowls, sugar bowls and milk bottles are all available. You can even see the orange satin flowers tied to the paper towels, but you can't see clearly what's on the other side.

people.

The simple and innocent dance steps and the warm and song-like melody sounded again.

The cello group used their soulful breathing to tell another touching counterpoint melody.

"After the death of me, I am still there, I can hear, and I will respond to the person I care about in the dark."

I could finally see clearly that he was waving the beat. This was a familiar stage, but the auditorium was empty, and the outline of his figure was slightly pale.

Like a bright morning light, a refreshing breeze, without any clouds or fog.

"Dreams are all fake, right?" Olga shouted loudly.

"Of course both waking and dreaming are real!" Kaplan turned his head and smiled at himself.

A more intense carpet triplet sounded, and the wind instruments sang lowly under the starry night sky.

"Gift, this is a gift! New Year's gift!!"

He picked up a red colored ball and threw it directly over the audience.

"Please accept our New Year wishes!"

He held up his hands like a trumpet, raised his head and shouted loudly, while retreating continuously.

"Yeah!" "Happy New Year!!!"

The bright smiles of many, many people were captured on film.

Colorful, gold and silver shiny papers of various colors rotate and dance under the reflection of the crystal chandelier.

It's the "Leander" theme again, with too calm pizzicato and no weight.

The color of those pieces of paper began to fade, everything gradually peeled off, and finally it was completely white.

It brings dawn, and all you can see is dazzling light.

Surprisingly, we were able to encounter the rare sunshine again during the thunderstorm season, and there was no wind in the air.

Not a breath of wind.

"Mom, I asked Dad last night." Little Eileen was already sitting in the hammock next to her.

"Really, what did you ask?" Olga said softly.

There was a large area of ​​wetness on the pillow.

"When the uncles and aunts talked during the day, everyone said that he was still there. I asked him if this was true or false, and did dreams not count? He said that both waking and dreaming were true."

"Yes, both waking and dreaming are true." Olga smiled softly and sat up.

"So, he can hear me when I speak or play the piano?" Little Eileen's eyes lit up.

"he knows."

She picked up her daughter from the hammock, sat in front of the mirror, and began to tie her daughter's hair.

Then insert the records that you haven't had time to put back into place again into the gaps in the bookcase one by one.

"Ding dong~"

The wind chime hanging on the door is ringing.

Melodious and ethereal, just like the bells imitated by the carillon or celesta in the "First Light" movement.

Sparse and fine dust floated and swam in the light, and the floor shone like glass.

He knew that this was the second dawn.

(End of Volume 2)
Chapter completed!