Chapter 769: An Ancient Song
While Shiki and Ayase were chatting, the break ended, and the clones resumed rehearsals for singing. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
Ayase's attention was also drawn to it, and she frowned slightly.
"What a strange song."
"Strange?"
"How can I say it? Somewhat heavy? ā
A single gentle tune, without any ups and downs, and heaviness can be said to be a euphemism, giving people a greater feeling of being a very dull and boring song.
"It's a song based on an ancient monophonic."
"Monophony?"
"A song with only one melody. Similar to the Gregorian chant. ā
"What's that? Classical music? ā
"A religious song in the Middle Ages, mostly in Latin, with lyrics mainly from the Bible and Psalms, sung by monks."
"Hmmm......"
Ayase suddenly felt that her understanding of the world seemed to be inferior to that of people from other worlds, but in fact, she didn't know that the four seasons knew so well because this world and the world of the four seasons had the same development in ancient times.
"Generally speaking, the ancient music of the West can be traced back to the music of ancient Greece and Rome, and the stringed instruments represented by the lyre have the earliest history, which is regarded as orthodox in the West, and its shape is regarded as a symbol and symbol of music. Later medieval music, Renaissance music, Baroque music, and the Classical period can all be broadly referred to as classical music. ā
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"Medieval music is represented by Gregorian chant, and 16th-century Italian madrigals are an important secular musical genre of Renaissance music, which is polyphonic music. In the Baroque period, representatives include Vivaldi and Bach. Vivaldi has a masterpiece, which is called "The Four Seasons". ā
"That's ......"
Bach's words Ayase had heard it, but Vivaldi didn't know, but the masterpiece called "Four Seasons" must be very powerful, Ayase thought nonsensically.
"During the classical period, the development of music flourished, giving birth to musical giants such as Haydn, Mozart, Beethoven, etc., ......"
"Oh......"
Ayase felt her head get a little bigger, and she tried to get back to business.
"So, this is also classical music?"
"Nope."
Shiki shook his head.
"It's going to be even older."
"Older?"
"Probably 600 million years ago."
"There were no humans at that time!"
Ayase couldn't help but shout.
"Yes. This is not a human song. ā
"Not a human song?"
"It's the song of the planet."
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"It is the song of the wind, the trembling of the earth, the roar of the sea, the transformation of heaven and earth."
The eyes of the four seasons look into the distance, as if they have seen the distant past of the planet.
"But that sounds peaceful, huh?"
"Because it's not really restored."
"I always think it's so powerful, it's not an ordinary song."
"Because it's magic."
"Magic?"
"Song is the oldest magic mastered by mankind. Magic evolved from the simulation and imitation of nature. It is said that the Neanderthals mastered music more than 100,000 years ago, and they sang this song. ā
"Uh-huh."
Ayase felt like she couldn't understand what Shiki was talking about.
"This is the song of those days?"
"The song is also constantly evolving, from a single voice at the beginning to a multi-voice, which is the oldest natural restoration."
"No accompaniment?"
"There is no need for artificial accompaniment."
Shiki shook his head.
"You're not going to have them sing together at the concert of prayer, are you?"
Seeing that the four seasons were doing this kind of thing at such a time, Ayase couldn't help but think.
"It's not a song that can be sung casually. If I could, I wouldn't want them to sing. ā
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Ayase didn't know why, but by this time Shiki had already focused on directing the clones' chorus.
"The melody over there is messed up. Attention should be paid to coordination among the various places. ā
Not wanting to bother anymore, Ayase left silently.
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Knock knock.
Before coming to Thrush's room, Ayase knocked on the door.
"Thrush."
But after waiting for a long time and no response, just when she thought something would happen, the door finally opened.
"Thrush, since you're here, I thought something had happened to you."
Ayase breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the thrush's face peeking out of the crack in the door.
"Ahaha~~~"
The thrush scratched its head in embarrassment.
"It's Aya-sama. I happened to be sleeping just now. ā
"Huh? That's not bothering you. ā
It's not the time to go to bed now, but considering that thrushes are working these days, it's not impossible that the rest time is not fixed.
"Ah, it's okay."
The thrush shook its head.
"Is there anything wrong with Sister Aya?"
"Well, I saw the four seasons just now, and he asked you not to work too hard."
"Hmph, that guy would be so kind?"
The thrush pursed its lips.
"If it doesn't work, don't face it."
"It's fine."
"Really? I see you haven't looked good lately......"
Ayase saw that there were dark circles around the thrush's eyes.
"Well, it's okay. The work is almost complete. Don't worry, Sister Aya! ā
"Really?"
Ayase always felt that the thrush looked a little reluctant.
"Is there really no problem?"
"Uh-huh! I'm going to sleep a little more now. ā
"Okay, then I won't bother you."
With a hint of doubt, Ayase left.
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Seeing Ayase's figure disappear into the hallway, Thrush closed the door, and then she slid down against the door as if she had lost her strength.
"Ugh!"
A low moan came from between its clenched teeth, and the thrush tried to get up, but fell again.
"Damn."
Carefully unbuttoning her clothes, she saw that one of her arms was covered with gray-green marks, and some black slime flowed from the marks and dripped onto the floor.
This scar is undoubtedly characteristic of an unknown condition, as is the black mucus produced by the diseased tissue.
After lying on the ground like this for a moment, the stinging pain in the arm stopped.
The thrush stood up and took off its stained clothes.
"So fast?"
I remember that when I looked at it yesterday, the marks on my arm were only on the upper arm, but now it has spread to the lower arm.
As a high-ranking member, the thrush is of course aware of the situation of this unknown disease, and now there is no cure at all, and it can only resist it with its own immunity.
"It's okay, you can still hold on."
The thrush refueled itself and went back to the computer.
"At least get the job done."
She knew that once she was incommitted, she would not be able to continue working if anyone knew about her illness, and she would never tolerate this.
"Now that Sister Aya can stand up, I must also come up with results."
In a dimly lit room with only the glow of a computer screen, the thrush is selfless and devotes himself to his work. (To be continued.) )