The attendants, who penetrated like swimming fish, had already begun to present the banquet.

Although this is the first part of the dish, it is an extremely important part of the ingredients for the "Hana Ceremony".

——All kinds of flower food, food made from dried flowers, flowers or candied pickled petals.

Their presentation method is consistent with the "small but exquisite" type. The process of eating is not only the eating itself, but also the connotation of playing, viewing, tasting cooking techniques and paying tribute to Fanghui's creations.

"I think we can try to establish a relationship with a certain lady or young lady first..."

"With my current status, it's still a bit difficult to break the damn 'court love', but the upward momentum is very promising."

"Who should I choose? The lady on the second right when I just left the stage may be the same as me."

The Count of Marseille was now satisfied with his wish, his face was glowing, and he had a great appetite.

He quickly finished the petals and preserved flowers on the plate.

At this time, musicians from the United Principality Festival Orchestra and two affiliated choirs began to enter.

The pivotal link, the musical ceremony that is the core of the 'Flower Ceremony', has finally arrived.

There are nearly two hundred elegant men and women in formal attire, accompanied by rows of gold and silver instruments. The momentum is undoubtedly very majestic, even close to the scene of the "Resurrection" premiere in the Northern Continent a few days ago.

During the applause, the attendants served two more rounds of delicacies, but the pitiful amount of presentation was quickly wiped out by Massenego.

The guests around him were killed just as quickly as him.

Marseille Negu felt that the unique sweet and sour flavor, as well as the crisp or dense texture, were very appetizing, but the portion was too small.

The more you eat, the hungrier you become.

He couldn't help but plan to urge the waiter to serve more quickly, or to serve more at once.

But after the band and choir took their places, Renilla's sweet announcement interrupted everyone's thoughts.

"Ladies and gentlemen, now we will invite Mr. Scheler, the 'King of Love Songs' from the South, to take the stage and bring you his large-scale symphonic work "Summer" which he composed for the "Hana Festival" in 914 of the New Calendar.

Noonday Dream》!”

"Wow!!"

"Schele! Scheler! Scheler!"

This time, the sound was obviously mixed with more calls from women.

In the brightly lit red church, nearly ten thousand people left their seats slightly with excited expressions, staring intently at the closed corridor door.

"Squeak."

This was the moment when Fan Ning, who was wearing a tuxedo, opened the door.

As soon as he crossed the line between light and dark on the stage, he frowned slightly.

Frankly speaking, due to his wariness, Fan Ning did not eat very well these days, although he was not hungry. The rich sweet smell he smelled at this moment, and some unspeakable secret taste,

My appetite was instantly boosted.

Although the space is wide and spacious, the thirst and restlessness in everyone's spirituality has almost become viscous to the essence. The guests' eyes and words are temporarily focused on themselves, but the rapid breathing and hidden and seductive little movements between each other are.

One after another.

The seats in the Special Inspection Hall were all close to the recording equipment. He Meng and Gang were standing next to them, closing their eyes and concentrating as if there was no one around.

Amidst the stormy shouts of "Scheleer! Scheler!", Fan Ning walked all the way to the central heights without squinting.

Host Renilla stepped back to the corner, and the musicians and chorus members of the symphony orchestra stood up to greet the conductor.

After taking the stage, Fan Ning's eyes met with Ann behind the harpist and Luna at the choir stalls higher up.

Following the teacher's words, they had never seen anything other than the stage.

Fan Ning was smiling, and so were the two little girls, but their eyes met for too long.

Until Luna's expression changed from nervous to confused, and Miss Nightingale's expression changed from happy to confused.

"Southland is a price, a painful and real price."

"The poet is dead, Mr. Scheler."

It is really strange to say that the first three symphonies of my own were not conducted normally in the premiere. One was a makeshift team outdoors, and the conductor was directly replaced... But now, he took the stage in person, but

Such an identity, such an occasion, such collaborators and concerned students...

What a strange fate.

Finally, he moved his eyes away from the specific person and stared into the unspecific void, as if he was looking at the chasm at the end of the five-step staircase.

"Love is a question."

Only those who are close to the natural chasm are qualified to talk about whether they can jump over it or not.

After taking a deep breath to calm down his chaotic thoughts, Fan Ning closed his eyes.

He stretched out his arms, opened his shoulders, and gave a simple preparatory cue shot in the direction of the brass part.

"Buzz-buzz-buzz-buzz-buzz-buzz!..."

Eight musicians took up the glittering French horns and blew a prelude in a strange march style that combined long and short notes with a majestic tone.

Copper pipes have a warm metallic feel and are most similar to wooden pipes in character.

The rhythm is sonorous, but the rhythm is rudimentary, with a tragic and bleak tone in the majesty.

The confrontation between violence and pastoral poetry is rough and straightforward, such as drinking strong alcohol on an empty stomach, causing pain in the esophagus and stomach, and making the heart beat more powerfully.

The first movement, "Poetry of Awakening", is the key foundation of the climbing path, the lowest form of the world, and the prelude to the development of the "initial stage of life".

"Dong-dong!————"

In the second half of the theme, Fan Ning's arms slightly moved his body.

Bassoons, trombones, tubas, string instruments and percussion all play downward vibrations in fifths, just like imitating the sound of drumming by primitive tribesmen.

"Crack!!!" He raised his left hand upward.

The musician hits the big cymbal at the highest point, and then the melody drops downward.

The music returns to darkness and silence.

A short section of gloomy column chords connects the dull and slow unison ups and downs of the wind instruments, and the horns perform colorful depictions at extremely low dynamics.??

——Representing the "mysterious motivation" of inanimate matter.

Or metaphorically "the person before entering the door".

In the past, "awakening poems" were used to awaken poets, but now Fan Ning uses it to understand himself before he has entered the door.

Low string sounds emerged from all directions, and in the dark and ice-like chaotic world, something mysterious and powerful seemed to be resurrecting.

The baton in Fan Ning's hand was swiping in the air, the amplitude was small but extremely precise.

"Dong——dongdongdong/dong——" "dong——dongdongdong/dong——"

The timpani continues to beat faint triplets.

At this time, the church was already filled with crimson color.

The mystical tendency of the "pool" aspect contained in this movement has a high degree of intellectual homology with the "red pool".

"Pap, tap, tap..."

The next moment, a strange and horrifying scene appeared. The magnificent oil paintings of beaches and flowers in the cathedral suddenly turned around on their own, revealing the papyrus nailed behind them!
Chapter completed!