Fan Ning lowered his head and glanced at his pocket watch.

"Then from the perspective of ensuring safety, you should go up and rest now. You have been walking for 15 minutes."

Kaplan's cane made shallow pits one after another in the dirt between the stone paths.

"There is no shortage of rest time, Professor Fan Ning. I would like to ask you a few questions about the fifth movement."

Fan Ning quickly covered up the strange look in his eyes.

"You speak."

In the next five minutes, Fan Ning answered a few questions, and the two of them walked an extra twenty meters.

Kaplan then leaned back in his wheelchair and chatted with him for another 10 minutes with his eyes closed.

The last trace of afterglow on the horizon is about to be swallowed up.

After staying in the yard for a total of 30 minutes, the two said goodbye, and Olga and the maid pushed Kaplan back to the nursing building.

"Seven, fourteen, fifteen..."

Fan Ning stood there, holding his top hat in his right hand, watching the three people leaving, counting the days until the premiere date, and thinking about whether it was near or far.

His Adam's apple kept moving.

When the outline of the wheelchair was about to disappear in the hall, he finally spoke out again:

"Remember to come and listen."

The hair on the back of the wheelchair's head stood up like dead grass, and a gesture similar to OK was raised next to it.

Fan Ning closed his eyes hard, and then opened them again. Only the empty twilight was left in the hall of the nursing building.

His eyes were still forward, and at the same time he reached out and groped around in his clothes and pants, first the left trouser pocket, then the right trouser pocket, then the chest, then the inner pocket...

After groping for several minutes, he returned to his left trouser pocket and took out the car key, which was shaped like a small crank.

He turned around and walked out along the stone road step by step. As he was approaching the courtyard gate, he saw an elegant burgundy car parked next to his black stretch limousine.

Roy was wearing a cream-colored corrugated silk coat with a lighter belt tied around his waist. He reached out and took the small handbag handed by the butler.

Another attendant loaded her cello case into the trunk, and the burgundy car drove away.

"Good evening." She walked up to Fan Ning.

"Just got off the train." Fan Ning reluctantly moved the corner of his mouth.

"Turner Art Hall is the first stop. When I arrived, I heard that you were out, so this is the second stop." She observed Fan Ning's unconcealed expression, then looked at the nursing home in the dusk and sighed.

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"Aren't you going home first?" Fan Ning pointed to the red car that had driven out of the gate.

"Let you send me off and let's chat."

Cars were driving slowly on the street, and the warm lights of the store signs on both sides were lighting up one after another.

"Which home are you going back to?" Fan Ning asked.

"The mansion in the town of Hivaler, in the northern suburbs of Pushor District. Thank you for your hard work." Roy in the passenger seat turned sideways to Fan Ning, looking at his side face looking straight ahead while driving.

"You're welcome."

"The application for the premiere concert has been approved." After a moment of silence, she spoke again, "It was passed today, so the administrative department should have received the receipt at this moment."

"You have better information than me." Fan Ning said, "Five days, so the Ministry of Culture failed to make the decision on its own this time. Did they receive some instructions from higher up?"

Although the results remain unchanged…

However, the approval cycle was very different from the past, and Fan Ning keenly sensed a change behind it.

"They were asked to wait for notification and further research. They waited for five days. Then... it passed as usual, but there is an additional requirement that requires your cooperation."

"The requirements of the Special Patrol Office, right?"

Roy nodded slightly: "Leave 15 extra internal tickets, and require all seats to be separated and evenly distributed in each area of ​​the symphony hall."

"Special seat for investigators?" Fan Ning laughed out loud and pressed the horn, beeping to alert the swaying carriage ahead.

"This is interesting. Since the review result is still passed, it means that they have no evidence to think that my "Second Symphony" is a prayer or secret atmosphere used for evil mystical rituals. So, the premiere of a normal serious musical work

Acting, what kind of show are they playing?"

"Mr. Fanning." Roy's voice softened.

"Um?"

"Do you consider Roy someone you trust or are close to?"

"...sort of." Fan Ning paused, and then added: "After all, even without our personal relationship, I can see what the attitude of the Bologna School towards the Special Patrol Office is now. I am more or less someone worth making friends with."

Intellectuals or artists, you wouldn’t plot evil against me, would you?”

"Maybe." Roy smiled slightly, then lowered his voice, "I'm kidding, but that's the case."
Chapter completed!