Let's carry a coffin now and bury them all!

I have a lot to put in, but that's not all,

The coffin must be bigger, as big as Pelto’s beer barrel!”

Miss Nightingale's voice finally became calm and cold. There was no gnashing of teeth in grief, nor unforgettable devotion. Although her voice and expression were not cheerful and enthusiastic, they were very decent and polite.

Just like you would treat strange gentlemen and ladies passing by on the street.

The audience felt as if their hearts were broken into several pieces.

"Bring me a coffin stand. The wood must be strong and thick.

They must be longer, longer than the Mainz bridge.

Find me twelve strong men, they must be more powerful,

Better than Saint Sebastian in the Church of the Sun on the Holy River."

Both the vocals and the piano have an unstable rhythm that is long in front and short in the back. The chords with more notes inserted are thick and heavy, like a wide and strong "coffin", but what Fan Ning has paired with them is the legato accompaniment in the right hand part. A combination of skipping sounds.

A group of people carried the "coffin" staggering towards the beach.

"Coffin" is the poet's inner imagination, and it does not exist in reality. If he really finally decides to walk out of the emotional darkness and run towards a bright future, what will he instruct "those people" to do?

The audience held the bouquets tightly and listened attentively.

"Have you noticed that they are all pillar chords?" At this time, the famous singer Ku Ci asked his junior brother in a low voice.

"Yes, all the songs." Nicolino nodded.

"No, it's not this song, it's all the next four songs!" Master Lucter's voice came from a few places away.

All the judges were deep in thought.

Yes, it seems that Mr. Scheler has never written any other accompaniment pattern since "Winter"!

The colors are still rich, the melody is still exciting, and the expressions are still changeable... But in terms of "texture", that is, the organizational form of notes, what are decomposed chords, what arpeggiated passages, what repeated sound patterns... ...all of them are no longer needed, and become the same columnar chords!

Has he run out of inspiration? No one would think so.

"This just shows that dreams are different from the real world." Lucter murmured to himself in a low voice. "Although the sleep portraits are colorful, bizarre, and emotionally ups and downs, the unreality of stereotypes is hidden in every detail. The nature of the question..."

"They had to take the coffin out and sink it deep into the ocean,

Such a huge coffin should have a huge tomb.

Do you know why coffins have to be big and heavy?

Sink with it, my love and pain..."

Miss Nightingale closed her eyes while singing softly. Her tears had dried up at this moment, and her face was still delicate and charming under the blue shadow and red halo of her dress.

The poet chose to bury all his love in the "coffin" and sink into the sea.

“No more column chords!”

"It's been too long, and finally something has changed!"

"It's the sound of water flowing!"

The judges put their hands on the table, left the table with their buttocks, and stretched out their bodies!

I saw that at the end of the piece "Elegy of the Past" - which is also the end of the entire "Poet's Love" - ​​after the vocals disappeared, a large solo solo appeared purely from the piano, spanning high, middle and low.

The decomposed chords in the three registers, under the alternating movement of Fan Ning's left and right hands, are like the rough waves of the deep and ancient sea!

The audience was stunned.

This ending...

This poignant and poetic ending...

It turns out that tragedy can be so heart-wrenchingly beautiful that it can be so heart-wrenching and heart-wrenching that it has simply reached a supreme and wonderful state!

More than 4,000 people stood up in shock!

The violent turbulence of the sea water gradually exhausted its energy. Under the exquisite control of Fan Ning's fingers, the flowing high notes of the upper voice turned into small waves on the sea, rising and splashing several times before returning to calm.

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"A contemporary giant of art song!"

"Schele! Scheele!"

Amidst the applause, the audience raised their arms and shouted their names, and praises burst out from all over the seats one after another——

"The 'Poet of Flowers' gave inspiration to the bouquet!"

"Schele, the king of love songs!

!”

"Miss Nightingale is a famous singer!

!”

Such a response made Senesino and Renela, who were initially bored, clench their fists.

At the judges' table, He Meng and Gang, who had never spoken a word before, remained calm at this moment.

Some people in the church were applauding, while some had ambiguous expressions.

The expressions of the royal family members headed by Queen Eleanor and the Prince, as well as the Duke of Falla, Duke of Acobi and other high-ranking nobles became gloomy.

"I propose that this year's title of famous singer be awarded to Miss Nightingale. Are there any objections?"

Master Lucter's angry voice interrupted the boiling sound.

He was in a very comfortable mood at the moment.

"I don't dare to disagree, but there is something I would like to ask Master to confirm."

At this time, on the other side of the judges' table, Prince Eleanor slowly spoke.

His voice was calm and polite, because this Lucter was famous all over the world, and he was extremely powerful. Even Archbishop Fields, who was also the third level of Xiaoxiao in the Fanghui Temple, was not sure of defeating him.

As the royal family, we should take the lead in setting an example and the culture of respecting the master should also take the lead from here.

But today, in an event like this where four thousand people gather together and all major official forces are present, if there is something to be said, it can always be explained clearly.

"What's the matter?" Lucter raised his eyebrows.

"Master, what are the indicators for confirming the final candidate of the famous singer in our southern country?..." Prince Eleanor said in a respectful tone.

"Indications..." Lucter and the students next to him frowned.

When Archbishop Fields, who was sitting at the other seat, heard this, he understood something about the matter.

The organizer of the famous singer contest is the church. When faced with questions from a huge crowd of people, even though the person asking the question is Lucter, as the person in charge, he must give an official answer.

"The concentration of love and fascination among the audience can be confirmed through the brilliance of the lights on different contestants."

Fields thought about it for a long time and could only give a satisfactory answer.

"Then I would like to ask the master and the archbishop, at this moment, the light of Miss Cuckoo and Miss Nightingale is weaker and stronger?" Prince Eleanor asked.

this……

Everyone couldn't help but take a closer look at the two players again.

The situation between the two of them was indeed still the same as after Renela finished singing "The Delightful Sacrament."

Because by that time all the bouquets in the room had been folded.

Miss Renilla's body was burning with red light, and flames were rising in her footsteps, but Miss An was still only glowing with a red halo, and there was some lingering drag of blue-purple starlight among the fluttering clothes.

It was indeed Renela who shone brightest, and this did not change later.

Lucter frowned and said: "When the song "Poet's Love" ends, you, me and all the listeners have experienced changes in the bouquet. I think there is no need to describe the scene again, right?"

"However, I would like to take the liberty to raise two questions and ask the audience and judges to answer them together."

Prince Eleanor stood up and said loudly: "First, those who shine brighter are known as famous singers. This is the clear and only standard of our southern country and my church. The bouquet is the light of the bouquet, and the singer is the light of the singer."

, I would like to ask the head of the temple, Archbishop Fields, to clarify this point."

Fields pondered for a while and could only nod his head: "Not bad."

Prince Eleanor added: "Take a step back, even if the church does not recognize the only standard above, then the second one."

"Everyone has witnessed the birth of the vision, and the time point occurred during the performance of "Poet's Love". This is confirmed, but 'chronological order' cannot replace 'causal relationship'. Maybe the response of 'Fanghui Poet' has already happened, but

Later, it gradually became stronger to the point where we mortal creatures can directly see it..."
Chapter completed!