Autumn is coming, the ninth song is, "The flute is playing and the piano is melodious."

"Winter—dongdongdong—" "Winter—dongdongdong—"

It sounds like a "solo version" of a waltz work. As soon as the music in 3/8 time begins, Fan Ning's right hand plays an ups and downs sixteenth tone group in the high register, while his left hand plays a rich

Column chords create a distinct dance rhythm.

"The flute is playing, the violin is melodious,

The trumpets are all sounding;

At the wedding dance she danced,

She is all the love in my heart."

This is a dance music depicting a wedding scene. The smooth running single-note melody lines at the top are like the music played by flutes and violins, while the lower parts seem to make people hear the drum sound of "Dong Dong Dong".

But the key is D minor with a dark color.

Unlike the accompaniment melody that flows up and down, Miss Nightingale's voice rises and falls but is not active, and the rhythm and range are always within a restrained range.

The flames danced in the air, and the musical instruments were intertwined. It was so lively and joyful.

However, the human voice never blends into this accompaniment, and is in a state of being separated from the excitement.

"The bells are ringing, the trumpets are roaring,

The double yellow pipes are blowing and the drums are beating,

The cute little angel in the noise...

But quietly wept and shed tears."

Miss Nightingale was still smiling, but there were two shallow traces on her cheeks, which were clear and clear under the reflection of the stage lights.

In the music written by the teacher, is the poet who sings the ballad and the poet who attends the ball really the host of the wedding?

The flute is playing, the piano is melodious, and the trumpets and drums are ringing. The audience feels that their thoughts are rising from the banquet.

They seemed to smell the perfume of the event and the smell of burning fire, heard the bells ringing on New Year's Eve, and saw the beautiful fireworks blooming in the night sky and the people running and dancing pulling colorful ribbons.

But this has nothing to do with you.

The cute little angel is sobbing...

"What should I do? She seems to be really crying!"

"It's just a competition. You can come again next year. Miss Nightingale is still so young."

Music fans were really stunned when they saw the tears on the girl's face.

Many people re-grabbed the extinguished bouquets that they had broken off long ago, shaking them in vain with pity and regret.

There are even many judges who are doing this action.

At the end, the exhausted vocals melted away in the music, but Fan Ning's hands still played the cheerful waltz, which gradually turned into a descending sweet chromatic whirlwind.

"You have never participated in it, how do you know how important it is to her?"

"What did Scheler write about? I'm really convinced..."

"I want you to vote with me. Why are you pretending to regret it when you listen to the peach songs with so much enthusiasm? It's almost over!"

"It's all your fault for making the lovely Miss Nightingale cry!

!”

The giant open-air opera hall, which had always been lively but not disrespectful, started to hear discussions and quarrels after the ninth poignant song "The Flute is Playing and the Piano Sounds Melodious".

Of course the music didn't stop there.

Fan Ning's accompaniment changed from the previous warm and smooth accompaniment to becoming scattered, tangled, slow and weak. Miss Nightingale was still singing. Although the tears were still wet, she still had an indifferent and cheerful smile on her face, earnestly expressing the teacher's performance in the music score.

Every instruction given.

In the song "When I Hear a Lover's Song", the poet heard a ballad that his lover once sung, and his love for him suddenly burst like a dam, and his sadness turned into rolling tears. And in "A Boy in Love"

In "A Girl", the poet narrates a folk tale with a sarcastic attitude to express that lovers will regret missing such a good self, but this kind of irony is precisely proof that the poet's heart is fragile and riddled with holes.

So here comes the last song of autumn, "On a Sunny Garden Morning".

Fan Ning continued to play falling sixteenth notes in the upper part, and then continued with long-duration dotted quarter notes, just like the morning dew condensed and swirled on the leaves, and then finally fell at a certain moment.

It fell to the ground and turned into a pool of crystal clear water.

"One fine morning I was walking in the garden,

The flowers cooed with vigor, but I was still walking quietly,

The flowers cooed with vigor and looked at me with sympathy:

‘Don’t be angry with our sisters, you pale, melancholy boy’!”

This piece depicts the poet walking in the garden in the early morning, trying to forget his former lover.

The last autumn day.

Miss Nightingale's voice is as small and soft as a low self-reflection, and the combination of intensity gradually increases and decreases alternately, as if the colorful flowers are whispering, pitying the poet's tragic love that cannot be responded to.

Since the ninth song, intermittent sighs and quarrels have been heard from the audience.

The contents are all very similar.

Master Lucter has not looked up for a long time.

The hand holding the pen was holding his forehead and staring at the table. With a complicated and regretful mood, he felt that his whole body was being pulled by an invisible and heavy net, unable to lift his neck.

Until the exclamations scattered in several places in the distance interrupted everyone's murmurings and complaints, and suddenly penetrated into the sound of piano and singing.

"Why did it start to light up again?"

"Me too! What's going on!?"

"Everything is lit, everything is lit!

!”

Before the singing stopped, Lucter suddenly stood up.

A total of forty-eight judges all stood up.

Miss Renilla, who had been bored, yawning and waiting for the end, also stood up with her body covered in flames, and looked down the stage with a shocked face.

It was originally dark, and you could only occasionally see clearly the corners of the audience's bright clothes. The bouquets that everyone had abandoned or held on the seats or on the ground all glowed with dull light again!

It wasn't the red that was distributed initially, it was just a bright white at first.

But then it gradually took on a very slight light yellow color.
Chapter completed!