The sound of calm footsteps sounded softly in the stairway, and Strauss slowly walked down the stairs of the first floor with the wooden railing in hand, and he stood there to rest for a moment, and then showed a wry smile. Although he still has the energy to continue to compose music in the flood of inspiration, the age of 76 has carved too many traces of old age on his body, and he will feel unable to do a little exercise. Strauss shook his head and sighed, about to push the door and leave the theater, when suddenly, a small but clear sound of a horn came to his ears from the third floor.

The music is powerful and expansive, and the melody that is completely different from the traditional style of music immediately attracts Strauss's attention, causing his raised foot to stop in mid-air. The melody does not have the deepest seriousness of the orthodoxy of German music, only the unprecedented high-pitched and enthusiastic, but in this frenzy it contains a dignified solemnity and solemnity, which makes the piece suddenly break away from the vulgarity and vulgarity into which it is most likely to fall, and become profound and lofty. In the magnificent melody, the music soon ushered in the highest peak of the explosion, and in an instant, Strauss seemed to see countless fireworks blooming in front of his eyes, and a warm joy filled his heart.

"What kind of music is this, and whose music is this?" Strauss's heart trembled, and his body trembled slightly. Suddenly, he thought of the young general he had just met, and an incredible thought flashed through his mind. After a few moments, Strauss turned around and climbed up the stairs with no less vigor than that of a young man, and in less than half a minute he had climbed the steps of the third floor.

Turning a corner, I was greeted with cheerfulness. In the modest room, the middle-aged musician sat in front of the golden horn in a daze, but his eyes were shining with tears, and his expression was twisted and whimpering as if he was about to cry out in the next moment. Strauss gasped for breath and asked intermittently, "Mr. Letchel, what did you just play?" ”

The middle-aged musician known as Rachel seemed to wake up from a dream, he took a deep breath and said in a somewhat hoarse voice: "This is the Führer's song composed by General Brom." I never imagined that such a frenetic and intense piece of music could be so beautiful. Now I finally understand why the general gave it such a name, which is the most sincere praise and praise of a devout believer to the God he believes. ”

Strauss's eyes showed a look of shock that could not be concealed. He slowly turned his head to look at the young couple on the other side of the room, and saw that Sylvia's beautiful face was radiant, and he was overjoyed at his own departure and return; And Fang Yan just nodded politely, and his calm face couldn't see his inner emotions at all. Strauss froze, walked up to the middle-aged man and picked up the sheet music, this time his expression became extremely solemn, his gaze was like a condensed gaze, as if he wanted to see through all the contents of the black notes.

"Can you play this piece again?" I don't know how long it took, Strauss slowly withdrew his gaze, looked at the middle-aged musician and whispered. Lechel should have claimed that it was, and the magnificent sound of the horn resounded all around, and Strauss closed his eyes and was immersed in it, and when the music ended, he could only hear the snapping applause of his withered hands.

"It's fiery emotion, it's pure heart without polishing. I am incredibly sure that this is the work of General Brom, and that his unique experience is the best proof of the completion of this art. Strauss summed up with emotion and made the most valuable evaluation of Fang Yan's music. He stared at Fang Yan for a long time, then smiled, "Your Excellency, General, although you have not received systematic music study, you have already come into contact with the supreme truth in the field of art. I'm looking forward to what it will look like when it's a real song. ”

Hearing Strauss's comment, Sylvia, who had been paying attention to anticipation, was almost jumping with joy, while Fang Yan, who had no intention of developing in the music industry, was much calmer, just nodded politely in response. For Fang Yan, today's experience is just a small episode of icing on the cake, and the next thing is the really important action.

After completing the registration, Fang Yan was immediately introduced by Silvia to find the current conductor of the Berliner Philharmonic Orchestra, Furtwängler. Now that Fang Yan's ode to the head of state already has a melody and lyrics, it is almost the background music (BGM) necessary for singing, and even a person who knows the most about music knows that whether or not there is BGM is completely different in terms of effect. As a world-renowned first-class band, the orchestra that Sylvia currently works for is undoubtedly the best choice to play BGM. As long as they can afford the appropriate funds, the orchestra that makes a profit can even arrange music for their clients and perform the highest quality works with the most complete lineup.

In the face of Fang Yan's request and Sylvia's shining starry eyes, Furtwängler, who has a very high status in the music industry, could not make any refusal. His only request was for Fang Yan to wait another 3 days so that the musicians in the team could practice the music and then achieve a perfect recording in one go. During this time, Fang Yan used various ways to make himself more and more into the acting hypnotic state of Hitler's fanatics, because when the accompaniment of the orchestra was completed, it was the time when he used his voice to fight for a wide sea and blue sky for his family and himself.

On the afternoon of July 5, Fang Yan came to the Royal Opera House in Berlin on time. Furtwängler personally led Fang Yan into the recording studio, his eyes revealing indescribable complexity. Through Sylvia's repentance for herself in the past few days, Fang Yan already knew that the old man in front of him who was over fifty years old was the most brilliant conductor in the world, seeing this scene, Fang Yan couldn't help but stop, and said suspiciously: "Dear sir, do you have anything to say to me?" ”

"General Brom, do you know how many people will remember your name after today's recording?" Furtwängler stared at the young man in front of him and said with a complicated expression. Without waiting for Fang Yan to reply, Furtwängler had already spoken again in a slightly astringent voice: "This song of yours has a perfect melody like a chant, and the musicians were all moved to tears three or four times during rehearsal; Compared with several pieces of music such as "God Bless Hitler", which are currently popular in China, it doesn't know where it has become. What's more, it's just over two and a half minutes long. ”

Fang Yan looked at Furtwängler with some confusion, and he didn't understand the meaning of the other party's last sentence. In order not to make his act of creating music seem too shocking, Fang Yan specially chose the most concise melody song for plagiarism; Compared with those long carols, the main theme of his song is repeated 3 times before it can reach the low threshold of the length of a song. Seeing this, Furtwängler sighed and said helplessly: "Don't you usually listen to music at home?" Oh, I forgot, you have Ms. Sylvia at home, and her skills give you an auditory experience that goes far beyond a record, whether it's an instrument or something. ”

Fang Yan was stunned when he heard this. Shaking his head self-deprecatingly, Furtwängler slowly explained: "At the moment, the most widespread way for music to be distributed is through records. Although broadcasting is more timely and convenient, it has two fatal flaws: loud noise and low fidelity; The Führer's radio speech is the most direct manifestation of this. However, records also have the shortcoming of serious restrictions on the distribution of music, that is, they can only record for a short period of time. ”

"Due to technical limitations, the record now needs to be rotated at 78 revolutions per minute, which means that it can only record less than three minutes of music per side. In view of this, the vast majority of music cannot be fully represented on the record, and ordinary people must go to the opera house if they want to enjoy enough high-quality music. However, your song is perfectly included on a record and can be played at home whenever people want to listen to it. With the mass release of the record, your name will also be etched in everyone's hearts. This artistic impression will even transcend your status as a naval hero and truly become national, if not world-famous. Furtwängler said with emotion.

Fang Yan's eyes gradually lit up with a strange brilliance. As Furtwängler said, Fang Yan is indeed unfamiliar with the current way of disseminating music, but by mistake, his actions have entered the most ideal track, so that the dissemination of this piece is perfectly in line with the entire social era. No matter from any angle, Fang Yan's action is in response to Tianhe, and in the most critical field of political influence, its effect will be far higher than Fang Yan's original plan because of this accident!

As soon as he thought of this, Fang Yan had mixed feelings in his heart. He thanked Furtwängler and strode into the studio.

The lights suddenly came on, illuminating the enclosed room. A row of gray microphones is fixed in the middle of the platform, along with a variety of unknown instruments to accurately capture sound. Fang Yan closed his eyes, gradually condensed the consciousness of the fanatic believer in his heart, and when his emotions were at the highest point, he suddenly waved down his raised arm.

The majestic music suddenly gushes out from all corners, like a long river gushing and an avalanche roaring. The brilliant accompaniment produced by the Berliner Philharmoniker instantly magnified Fang Yan's feverish emotions, and his soul seemed to fly to the heavens at this moment, infinitely pious to sing the praises of the radiant god in the shrine and heaven.

"The glow of Braunau shines brightly, and the saints of heaven shine in the world; Embracing your great head, the cheers are earth-shattering......" Fang Yanyin moved freely, pouring out his carefully adapted lyrics, and there had never been a moment when his emotions were so excited and intense. When the music entered its peak, Fang Yan's tears also burst out of his eyes, and the usual dry and tasteless praise was suddenly engraved into the record as if it had been given a soul.

"Yes, it's done." I don't know how long it took, Fang Yan slowly regained his consciousness in the silence, and muttered in a low voice.