Franz was not in good health, and he was often in a state of inspiration, creative passion, and illness, so he said to Lucien very understandingly: "Mr. Evans, I understand your current state, and I will accompany you to complete the song." ”

Then a sincere smile appeared on his thin face: "After hearing the melody of the song you played on the piano and knowing that it is only a chorus of the fourth movement of a symphony, I can already imagine its beauty, sacredness, majesty and shock, and this is the first time that a vocal chorus has been introduced into a symphony, it is a creative change!"

"It is an honour for me to be able to contribute to the creation of such a great piece of music and to help you, Mr. Evans, complete it, and it is a memory that I can revisit again and again as I get older. ”

In order to modify the long poem to conform to the rhythmic beauty of the lingua franca of the world, in order to change the words and phrases that might be blasphemous in it, and in order to adhere to the original melody in the case of different words, Lucien had to repeatedly discuss and revise with Franz, a musician who is good at composing poems and songs, and it took a lot of effort for both parties to complete.

Franz, on the other hand, was a man who loved music with all his heart and admired Lucien, so he did not hesitate to praise himself after understanding all the ideas and hearing the melody of the choral part.

"Ahem, ahem, Xie Lu, Sheffrate, your cooperation during this time, our work is almost complete, and the next thing is to see what flaws are left through the practice of the lead singer and the choir. Do you think it's too difficult?" Lucien coughed with his mouth covered, then asked in an unusually high spirited gesture.

Franz shook his head firmly: "It's really difficult, but changing some passages to make them easy and lose their original perfection, I think a great band and singer can do this task." ”

"I think so too. Lucien and Franz looked at each other and smiled.

At this moment, there was a gentle knock on the door of the piano room, and then the hand slowly rotated, and the visitor quietly pushed the door open, as if he was afraid to disturb the discussion and practice of the people inside.

"Lucien, Franz. You're not discussing?" "The person who came in was Victor, and this was the piano room on the fourth floor of the Musicians Guild.

Lucien smiled and replied, "Mr. Victor, we've just finished. ”

"Then I came at the right time. First of all, I would like to congratulate Lucien on completing this symphony that I can't wait to enjoy, and second, I would like to introduce you to a friend. Victor pointed to the young man who had come in with him," said the famous singer Mr. Fabrini, who was also the lead singer of the choir of the Golden Cathedral. ”

As the "Ode to Joy" song nears completion. Lucien asks Victor to help him find a great singer and a great choir or choir.

Fabrini was about twenty years old, with blue eyes and brilliant blond hair. Slender and handsome, like an angel serving the god of truth, but unlike most men, he has a light makeup on his face, ruddy lips, and gorgeous clothes, giving people a strange bewitching feeling.

"Hello. Mr. Evans. I've always loved your music and never imagined the opportunity to work with you. "Fabricini's voice is pure and soft.

Lucien was not surprised by Fabrini's appearance and temperament, because most of the outstanding singers were eunuchs at present, and he was also the lead singer of the Golden Cathedral, so he smiled: "Nice to meet you." Mr. Fabrini, I hope we have a good time working together. ”

For Fabricini, Lucien did not deliberately make a non-discriminatory attitude, because in terms of the current social climate, eunuch singers are very sought after. There was a countess in the Gusta Empire who was madly fond of their singing voices, and once waged war for a eunuch singer.

"Mr. Evans, I'll wait for you in the recital hall with the choir first. By the way, your face is not very good, pay attention to your body. Fabrini said softly, as if that's how he usually speaks.

After seeing Fabrini leave, Lucien coughed violently "uncontrollably", as if to cough up his entire internal organs.

"Lucian, you don't have a problem, is it?, is it the after-effects of the last assassination?" asked Victor with concern, and then suggested, "Your concert has not yet been scheduled, so it is better to wait until your body is well before proceeding." ”

Lucien shook his head "firmly": "It's okay, Mr. Victor, it's just a little residual injury, it won't affect the preparation of the concert, I'm a knight." ”

Perhaps it was the word knight that dispelled Victor's concerns, and he nodded lightly: "We are both musicians, and we can understand Lucian's current mental state, but as your teacher, I am still a little uneasy." In the evening, I will ask the doctor from Zendo to come and see you, and don't wait until after the concert to leave any incurable troublesome illnesses. ”

"Thank you, thank you, Mr. Victor. Hearing that it was just a doctor from Shantang, Lucien did not refuse, he can now control his heartbeat, blood flow speed and internal organ peristalsis, not to mention some of the techniques taught by Natasha, he can completely disguise the symptoms of lingering injuries but not life-threatening for the time being.

............

More than a week later, the Moon of Flowers is approaching mid-term.

In the recital hall on the fifth floor of the Aalto Musicians Association.

"Fabrici, how many times has it been, and what are you going to have trouble with in this paragraph?" Lucien snarled at Fabricini in the center of the stage, a little "out of control".

Fabricini looked at the tired, pale, impatient and irritated Lucien, and explained aggrievedly: "Mr. Evans, these passages are too difficult, and they need to be practiced repeatedly to be sung perfectly. There seemed to be tears glistening in his blue eyes.

"But we've practiced it so many times!" Lucien waved his arms vigorously.

Fabricini took a few deep breaths and resisted the "tyrant" strongly: "It's not enough, Mr. Evans, either you give me a little more time, or you revise these passages to make them a little simpler." ”

"No! It must not be modified, I cannot tolerate their perfection being destroyed!Fabrini, please work harder, I am sure you will be able to behave perfectly!The time will be postponed for a few days as you suggested, ahem, ahem, I hope it won't be too long......," Lucien said as if he was "crazy", but immediately fell into a violent cough and squatted in front of the stage.

Franz on the side hurriedly hugged Lucian. Fabricini was also frightened and a little panicked and ran to Lucien and patted him on the back gently: "Mr. Evans, don't worry. I'll try to grasp these passages as quickly as possible. ”

By the end of the rehearsal, Fabricini, dressed in a black shirt with gold filigree patterns, walked off the stage. Halfway through, he suddenly turned back inexplicably and looked at the front of the stage. It seems that there is still a remnant of Lucien's crazy and anxious appearance just now.

"Perhaps Mr. Evans had a premonition at that time, which is why he seemed so eager and so harsh. It's not at all as quiet and calm as it is rumored, polite and gentle. A few years later, Fabrini wrote these words with a bit of fatalism and a little emotion as he recalled what impressed him most about the concert: "He showed such concentration, such effort, such madness, as if he wanted to bloom the brightest and most brilliant light without regrets." I have been gifted by the Lord. It was at this time that I had the privilege of knowing Mr. Evans, and with him the rehearsal and performance of this symphony, witnessing his different side and devotion to music and to the Lord. ”

............

Greenton, the merchant Lucien met in the small town of Massawa, returned north after leaving Aalto. Travel to the ancient kingdom of Syracuse.

When he sold all the goods out of the city and was about to buy the products of the ancient kingdom of Syracuse, he bought the previous issue of "Music Review" and "Symphony Herald" from the local musicians' association.

While eating a greasy breakfast, Greenton was reading the newspaper, when suddenly his knife and fork for cutting the veal steak paused suddenly, his eyes widened and he read again and again in disbelief, and then said with joy and chagrin: "I didn't expect that as soon as I left Aalto, Mr. Evans would return from his trip to ......."

"May 26, Chant Hall, Return Concert...... Do you want to go? It's about 16 days from here to Aalto. ”

Glinton is located in a large city near the border between the ancient kingdom of Syracuse and the Duchy of Vaorit, and it is now May 15.

His face changed, he put down his knife and fork, got up and paced back and forth, and finally made up his mind: "I have missed the first concert of Mr. Evans, and I can't miss the second one anyway!" and he has returned from three years of travel, and the standard of his new work is fully worth looking forward to!"

"Well, leave the matter of purchasing goods to Steward Erlan, and I will immediately rush to Aalto on horseback with a few escorts. If you don't delay, eleven days may be enough ......" Glynton thought that he was in a good position, knew many nobles, and should be able to buy tickets to the Chant Hall. Although the timing is a bit of a problem, how can you give up so easily without giving it a try?

............

Thirteen days later, on May 28.

Far from being discouraged, Glinton entered Aalto in good spirits, as he received news on the way that Lucien Evans' concert had been postponed to June 1 due to rehearsal problems.

After entering the city, Glynton did not rest, and rushed directly to the chant hall, and he couldn't rest assured that he couldn't get a ticket without buying a ticket.

"What? it's sold out, and it's been four days!" asked Greenton, a little annoyed, "I know Sir Cameage of House Hayne, and I know ......," he began to give a list of noble names.

The staff of the chant hall facing him pointed to the many citizens around him: "I'm sorry, this gentleman, it's indeed sold out." You see, there are so many people who want to hear this concert that as far as I know, even Sir Camic did not get a ticket. ”

"Huh?" Greenton looked back in frustration to find a bustling crowd near the Chant Hall.

An Aalto Weekly staff member watched the scene from the corner while quickly writing in his notebook: "Never before has there been a concert for musicians other than the Aalto Festival who have so many people at a concert that they seem to have forgotten that tickets to the Chant Hall are not something that people of their stature can buy......"

"Lucien Evans seems to have become the object of a frenzied chase by the people of the whole city and the whole principality......"

"This is a peculiar phenomenon, and perhaps a new term should be coined to describe ......" (To be continued. )