When the world is cleansed, it brings dawn.

"Bin——Bang——" "Bin——Bang——"

The morning bell of the Opera House rang.

Fan Ning grabbed the music book in front of him and stood up from the piano bench suddenly.

He quickly walked to the front of the stage, put his hands behind his hands and looked up at the golden dawn that came from above and was washing away the dimness inch by inch.

"That's what I want to sound like next!"

He turned back the page again and wrote the title of the fifth movement - "The Angel Told Me".

And following the pitch of the morning bell just heard "fa-sol-fa-re...", the key was directly set to a flat F major!

After it is clear that "Superman" will is the process of constantly moving from low-level things to high-level things, it is actually easy to think of the symbol of the fifth door.

——The fifth form is one level more advanced than chaos, plants, animals, and humans, and possesses a considerable amount of divine creatures: angels!

——Or corresponds to a creature that has climbed up from humans but is close to the migration, and is no longer strictly a human being: the Order Enforcer.

The idea of ​​describing "Angel" in the fifth movement has actually been in place for a long time.

But now, its musical form and text are also vividly reflected in Fan Ning's mind.

What the angel told him was about the sound of the morning bell.

Violence is opposed to the pastoral Dionysian "pool" and will be further dismantled and eliminated at this height.

"The Skeleton Song and the Delightful Sacrament, narrated by Senesino and Renilla, deal with 'twenty-six delightful fruits, seven punishments, nine gardens, and four penances',"

It is both pleasure and indulgence, as well as pain and sin..."

"And in this interlude movement of just a few minutes, there are morning bells with clear and ethereal tones, children and girls singing in unison, and sinful creatures who are receiving forgiveness from the light..."

"The lyrics continue to be selected from "The Devil's Horn of Youth". At the beginning of the year in front of the old lady's hospital bed in Hamilton, I became attached to the 12th song "Initial Light". This time I chose the equally fascinating 11th song "Three Angels Sing"

"Sweet Song", just follow your heart, and it just reflects some factors related to southern folk customs."

After experiencing the painful search to create the "Resurrection" symphony, Fan Ning no longer has the mental baggage of "adding chorus to the symphony". The so-called "road to the sublimation of the human voice" has been assimilated into the commonplace among numerous composition techniques.

A sort of.

He only needs to immerse himself in solitude and find his favorite exit in some sublime illusions, like sparks and smoke rising from burning thorns.

"There should be an additional children's choir here. As soon as the music begins, the children imitate the bells and repeatedly sing the sound of 'Bing-Bang-'. Then the female chorus and the female solo take turns, and the band plays like a ribbon.

It pulls the rising sound stream, and briefly dims when it reaches the highest point. This is "punishment and regret", which contrasts with the innocent joy. Of course, the end shows that the initial light is still hanging high, gradually moving away.

The disappearing bell wants to guide people to a higher and unknown realm."

The light spot area of ​​the stage is expanding, Fan Ning's brush strokes are flying, and the whole song is completed in one go!

The excitement and restlessness in hallucinations, the confusion of blind grasping, and the dreams of attentive listening are all introduced into the song of the morning bell.

He felt that at the height he was currently at, he only had to make the final leap before reaching the metaphor of the climbing structure and joining the Hui Tower to be promoted to the Knower.

"But in the unknown higher realm, what should this sixth final chapter be like?"

There was no wind in the opera hall. Fan Ning looked at the clear sky, his clothes fluttering.

"Good morning, teacher."

Miss Nightingale's voice came from behind.

"Teacher, didn't you have a rest all night? By the way, teacher -"

After the two stood up, Luna picked up the fox lily and was about to ask the teacher what it was when a voice came from behind. She immediately cleverly hid the bouquet in her sleeve.

"Mr. Scheele, I apologize for intruding on my thoughts, but I'm just here to send you an invitation to the 'Flower Gift Festival'."

It was the voice of Archbishop Fields of the Fanghui Temple.

"Oh, you're welcome." Fan Ning reached out and took it.

At that moment, he noticed that the face of this Insighter, whose strength should not be underestimated, seemed to be a little solemn, and his eyes briefly glanced at Luna's wrist.

Of course Fan Ning himself also discovered the change. Since the other party did not hide his expression, he said calmly:

"Luna, why did your blood-colored bracelet fade?"

"I, I don't know, maybe the quality of the jewelry is not very good." The little girl shook her head blankly.

"The price of this bracelet should be three to five times more expensive than ordinary jewelry." Fields asked.

"How do you know?" Luna nodded and admitted, "This was a birthday gift from my brother when I was ten years old. It cost Trova 240 pounds, but this crystal necklace I bought when I was 9 years old only cost 45 pounds."

"It's mixed with a trace amount of evergreen nectar," Fields said.

"What the archbishop means," Fan Ning frowned, "is that because the immortal nectar in my student Luna's bracelet disappeared last night, its blood-colored texture faded to milky white?"

"Is it because of the influence of the famous singer's arena altar? After all, this secret ritual for flowing unfading nectar was set up by you."

"Didn't my Miss Nightingale's tail and wings disappear after the game?"

"No, this time things are very strange." Fields had a gloomy look on his face and shook his head. "Mr. Scheele, you haven't gone out yet. You may not know what happened in the middle of last night until this morning."
Chapter completed!