——Today I said that I would update it at twelve o'clock, mainly because I wanted to listen to Bei Jiu brewing emotions, and it was relatively long, but after listening to it twice, it was more than ten o'clock, and then I wrote and wrote, and then I realized that this chapter had just been written, and there was no need to brew it in advance!
The first watch tomorrow is about three o'clock, for the same reason.
The last three watches will be delivered, ask for a guaranteed monthly pass!
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Aalto, Municipal Square.
After witnessing Lucian greet him nine times in a row amidst the tsunami-like applause, and witnessing him return backstage to rest and prepare for the most important symphony of this concert, although the excitement of tens of thousands of ordinary citizens, businessmen, and adventurers surrounding the crystal wall subsided a lot, but the insoluble nostalgic thoughts made them unable to calm down, such as an old man in his sixties who kept grabbing the person next to him and pouring out his inner emotions:
"Maybe you don't know, I'm from the Kingdom of Shak, which is a country in the south of the continent near the Free City Federation."
"We have an excellent navy, brave warriors, and when I was young, I was trained on battleships to exterminate damn pirates."
"The most dissatisfied thing about Aalto is that the spirits are not tasty enough, and they don't have the burning throat and stomach feeling of Peled. There is also a snow wine made from exotic grapes on the snowy peaks of the mountains, naturally cold, sweet and sweet, people will never forget it after taking a sip, but unfortunately it is a specialty of my hometown of Lucia, only the Count of Lucia and our king can enjoy it, and I used to be the gatekeeper of the Count of Lucia, and I was lucky enough to secretly taste a glass of leftover wine during his wedding......"
"Hey, hey, listen to me, I haven't talked about Lucia's pork pate, feta, honey, and roast lamb, and I'm not talking about the enthusiastic Shaq Kingdom girls, who are chasing warriors who can defeat bulls and monsters......"
The chattering old man made the middle-aged man next to him shake his head in disgust, this guy was too long-winded, interrupting his nostalgia for his hometown, which was the only trace of his wandering self that could prove the existence of the past.
The old man looked unwillingly at the middle-aged man to avoid him, and muttered melancholy: "I haven't told you that I have a country cottage in Lucia, with green vines crawling all over the walls, and pale yellow flowers more beautiful than any flower. The floor in the corner of the hut should have been raised, but I couldn't go home to fix it, because I had been away from there for more than thirty years, and my body had already weakened, and I was likely to die on the way home......"
His voice gradually fell, and there seemed to be cloudy tears running through the corners of his eyes, and he kept nagging: "Go home, go home? Go home!"
The old man, who seemed to have made up his mind, waved his hands violently, startling Glinton next to him.
"Old sir, what's wrong with you?" Glinton was thinking about his hometown on the border of the Duchy of Waorit before, and asked subconsciously.
The old man smiled and said: "I'm going home, I'm going home!" He was radiant and full of energy.
Then he smiled and added: "I have no regrets in being able to hear this symphony by Mr. Lucian Evans while I am not dead. His music seems to be able to find some folk tunes, but it is perfectly integrated into the symphony, which is such a melodious classic. Hehe, when I return to my hometown and start to miss Aalto, perhaps the first thing I miss is Mr. Evans and his outstanding and great works."
"You're so right!" Hearing the old man's praise, Clinton was extremely happy, "At the end of the first movement of this symphony of "New Country", I thought it was just a work above the level, barely considered an excellent work, and maybe it would be slammed by critics, but after the second movement was played, I never doubted that it was a classic that was better than good, enough to be called a great classic, maybe only a little bit of it could be compared with "Destiny". Probably because he often returns to his hometown, Clinton still puts his favorite "Destiny" in the front, and uses his usual hand to rub Kinthaler's hand to a very small meaning, "Mr. Evans is definitely the best and most talented musician in the last twenty years!"
After sighing, Glinton suddenly had a question: "If such works are placed in the second to last, what kind of work should the symphony in D minor, which is called "Ode to Joy", be at the end?"
"Destiny" is placed first because it is a work of the past, used to express the meaning of return, so no one has any doubts, and the arrangement of the next two symphonies is not heard by people, and no one is asking for trouble to guess, but when "The New Kingdom" completely touches people's hearts, they realize that such a great new work is not the finale, not the end!
The old man was stunned, and then smiled with the understanding and kindness given to him by the passage of time: "Probably this is a more classic, greater, and better work than "The New Country", I believe in Mr. Evans' talent and his discernment."
"Me too. It's really exciting!" Glinton turned to look at the crystal wall, looking at the band being trimmed above, his tone slightly ethereal.
Betty and others in the square also noticed this problem almost one after another, and began to gather their moods, waiting with anticipation for the beginning of the last symphony, thinking from the bottom of their hearts that it must be an outstanding and great work.
They don't seem to be worried about such expectations and disappointing endings at all, and they are not worried at all!
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In the Hall of Psalms.
Elena quietly wiped away her tears, then glanced at Joel and Alyssa, who were still intoxicated, and whispered to Phyllis: "From this music, I can hear Lucian's thoughts during his three years of traveling, his hometown, and his friends. They are so sincere that they completely touch my heart. This is truly a moving melody with divine power, and I think it will be passed on to distant places by travelers and passed down from generation to generation."
The corners of Phyllis' eyes were also slightly red: "This reminded me of the experience of touring with Mr. Victor, and I didn't feel it at first, but as the months passed, I began to miss my parents, my Bern manor, my beautiful bedroom, my dolls, and my friends."
"I tried to turn this longing and sorrow into music, and Elena, the piano sketch you heard was one of the best creations, but it was too different from Lucian. Before hearing this symphony today, I could not have imagined that longing and sorrow could be expressed in such a way, which gave me countless inspirations."
Then she joked with herself and said more solemnly: "I find that I admire Lucian a little......"
As a classmate who studied music together and witnessed Lucian's initial rookie appearance, even though Phyllis was later shocked by "Destiny", moved by "String Serenade in G Major" as a birthday gift, and resonated with "Sadness", she just felt that Lucian was talented, very optimistic about his future, and respected his status as a top musician.
But after this creative contrast brought about by the same emotions and the same inspiration, Phyllis felt that she had really begun to admire Lucian.
"Me too." Elena replied with a serious smile.
Phyllis put her right hand on the low-cut dress and laughed: "Then let's look forward to the last symphony, I hope Lucian can make us admire it more!"
"Grace told me that both Mr. Franz and Mr. Fabrini admire "Ode to Joy" very much, even more so than "The New Country". Alina said the news she had inquired about, and then smiled, "He will definitely not let us down. I hope that when I am old, I can lean on the sofa next to the fireplace and tell my grandson that your grandmother was friends with that great musician, music master, and legend in the music industry......"
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In the VIP box.
After hearing Master Christopher's words, Natasha smiled and said, "Mr. President, are you leaving without finishing that religious music?"
"Maybe the taste of my hometown can give me more inspiration." Christopher smiled peacefully, "Your Highness, didn't Lucian mention this work when he corresponded with you, I think you seem to have heard it for the first time, and you feel the same way as us."
Natasha pursed the corners of her mouth and raised her eyebrows: "No, he is very good at keeping secrets. But from what he asked, from between the lines, I could clearly feel that kind of longing, longing for my hometown and relatives and friends, so when I heard this symphony, I was not surprised, and I also had a premonition about its excellence. Of course, I have different feelings from you, Mr. President, Aalto is my hometown, my memories belong here, and Lucian's melody only reminds me of some childhood memories and what I saw when I traveled in the Kingdom of Holm."
Archduke Valire also nodded, although the desolate and melancholic melody reminded him of many memorable places, but he was born and raised in Aalto, and he did not have a direct sense of nostalgia.
"I'm the same as Your Highness, but I have more experience on tour, and I can relate to Lucian's longing in music, when I missed Alto so much, missed the home I had set up with Winnie...... Unfortunately, in order to grasp the creation of "Symphony of Love", I did not pay attention to these inspirations. Of course, I don't think I can create such a great melody." Victor was full of praise for his students.
Othello, on the other hand, shook his head: "This is really a work that makes me conflicted, I love the second movement so much, but I am so repulsive to the rest of it, I hope Evans' "Ode to Joy" will not let me be so contradictory again."
"It must be a great work that can rival Destiny." Natasha is decisive and confident in her good friend.
Although it was not difficult for her to hear Lucian's rehearsal by relying on her status as a princess and a good friend, she suppressed her curiosity and left all her expectations for today.
Victor nodded: "I have more confidence in Lucian than in myself, and I believe he will definitely come up with a masterpiece."
"Don't put so much pressure on young people." Christopher smiled and glanced at them, "Of course, I also have to say, very, very much looking forward to it!"
Grand Duke Vaurit said with mixed emotions: "Let's look forward to this excellent young man bringing us beautiful music."
Count Hayne, Count Lafferty, Cardinal Gosse, etc. also showed expectant expressions.
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Backstage of the Psalm Hall.
The cough continued one after another, and it finally calmed down.
"Mr. Evans, are you okay? Or let Mr. Franz conduct it in your place?" Fabrini asked softly with concern.
Lucian covered his mouth and was quiet for a while, then shook his head: "I'm fine, the cough is only intermittent and will not affect the command. It has been supported for nearly three hours, but will there be problems in the last hour? I'm a knight!"
Because Lucian often coughed during this time, but his body looked pretty good, at least he was not so weak that he lost his strength or couldn't walk, so after seeing him relax and speak smoothly, everyone let go of their worries.
Then, Lucian looked at Fabrini sincerely: "Because Arto can't find a good enough baritone singer, I can only ask you."
Opera was not as popular in Aalto as symphonies, so the singers were inferior to Stürk, Lentat and other places.
Being looked at by such sincere and sincere eyes, Fabrini's face turned slightly red: "Mr. Evans, don't worry, although I am not as good as a real baritone singer, but after this period of practice, I am sure to perform well."
With the help of some of the church's mystical chant techniques that are said to be used to refine the paladins, he was able to perfectly control his throat and simulate the singing of various voices, but it was more difficult to perform well, which was one of the difficulties in the previous rehearsals.
Lucian stood up, looked around at the singers and choir members here, and waved his arms inspiringly:
"Friends, why sing old tunes and let our singing sound converge into a joyful chorus!"
"A chorus of joy!" Everyone present raised their arms and answered.
By the time Fabrini and the choir were ready outside, Lucian straightened his tuxedo and strode out.
(End of this chapter)