"The title, the title of my family is very high, at least starting as a count, and there is no upper limit for becoming a duke." Massenegu continued to pull the mushrooms in the bowl.

Your stereotype is a bit heavy...

"You've finished talking, what do I say?" Fan Ning shook his head, then smiled slowly, "Of course I can't resist beautiful girls with outstanding artistic talents. Are there any men who don't fall into this cliché?

?”

Seeing that several girls wanted to ask questions immediately, he changed the topic and lowered his head with a melancholy smile:

"...However, no matter how beautiful a girl is, she cannot blaspheme the supreme art of music in my mind. If the girl I admire sings out of tune or plays a phrase incorrectly, my affection for her will be lost.

It will disappear without a trace, and it may even turn into hatred.”

Very good, a witty answer. Fan Ning felt somewhat complacent in his heart. He not only made a completely different distinction than before, but also took the power of definition into his own hands to avoid digging a potential hole for himself when faced with inspections in the future.

"One" pit.

It's not up to me to decide how the phrases are played correctly...

"I can sing!" An immediately raised her chest and raised her hands confidently after hearing this.

Fan Ning looked at her in surprise, and then Trova spoke: "It's true. An's voice is recognized in the Chamber of Commerce circles in Missing City as having a nice voice. The great Mr. Scheler, I guess it's because of you."

He always played and sang by himself in a 'professional' manner, which resulted in our An never having a chance to perform."

Seeing everyone around him nodding, An smiled with dimples: "Right, brother, eh, and you, you should introduce my nickname to Scheler, the nickname I have had since I was a child."

"Her name is 'Miss Nightingale'." Luna whispered.

The little girl's tone was a bit envious, because she had never had the confidence or talent in this area. She was so nervous that her heart was pounding when she played a guitar chord in front of Mr. Scheele.

"So, Miss Nightingale, what do you want to sing?" Fan Ning couldn't help but feel interesting.

""Spring Dream", song 11 of "Winter Journey"." An winked at him, "Let me do it again, I like this one the best."

Fan Ning immediately dialed up the flowing 6/8 beat accompaniment, and used four measures of sweet and graceful ornamental melody as the introduction.

An was still sitting casually on the ground hugging her knees. She just moved her chin away from her knees, leaned back slightly, opened her chest, and sang along with the song:

"I dream of colorful flowers,

Those are the flowers of May;

I dream of green grass,

There are birds singing everywhere..."

The flames reflected her upturned red-gold face, and the soprano's voice was pure, delicate and light, as crystal clear as clear jade.

After the song ended, Fan Ning stood up and patted the fine sand on his body. His voice was filled with melancholy and admiration: "Miss Nightingale is indeed great. Those berries are yours to enjoy. I am a little tired. I wish not only Luna but also you tonight."

Good night."

Ann looked up at the orange fruits among the branches and leaves, and found that they were far away from the redness that Scheler himself sang. She shouted with a happy expression: "Mr. Scheler, you should tell me the shortcomings!"

"You might as well think about it yourself first." Fan Ning's figure slipped into the car and disappeared.

In his dream that night, he passed through the restless sleeping images and slowly drifted down to the stage of Qiming Church.

The golden mist here is solemn and quiet, and everything has returned to its original brightness and holiness.

In the flames of the rows of burning candlesticks, there were a lot of dreams dancing with thoughts. Fan Ning felt uneasy and complicated for some reason. At first, he wanted to directly throw in the thread of inspiration, but he retracted his hand.

After Lian Meng, there were too many strange things that needed review and analysis, and there was no room left for emotions.

Fan Ning jumped off the stage and took a seat in the middle of the first row of mahogany benches.

He began to sort out all the events in his side over the past few days, starting from the first moment he opened his eyes in that dream after falling into the tampered return passage.

This nightmare was really extremely realistic and extremely special. After Fan Ning encountered the time-travel incident, it was not that he had never had dreams related to Blue Star in his previous life, but even if he used the dream control method, he had never had such a strange experience.

Moreover, it is filled with a lot of information and many doubts.

The control of dream control is always limited. In a dream, whether it is the "plot" of the environment or the "direction" of one's own actions, it is difficult to say how much control one has.

The inspiration in Qiming Church was unusually high. He replayed picture after picture in his mind, taking out every detail of the dream and examining it.

The last concert, Bach's "The Art of Fugue"...

In the taxi, the moon blinks inexplicably, and the meaning of "noon" is inexplicably imagined...

I am eager to know the unknown existence of the details of the Shostakovich composition in the audio fragment...

The blood-red light of the corridor, the help of "Sicilian Dance"...

The last scene in the dream is the gradually rising red water in the closed space...

Photos of "Fountain in Painting" sent to Fan Chenxun...

Fan Ning sat in silence. After combing it for a long time, he finally took a deep breath and raised his hand.

The tangible light golden thread of inspiration was thrown into the flames of the candlestick in the corridor.
Chapter completed!