Chapter 668: Extravagant Atmosphere

"Huh? It's a festive atmosphere, normal."

"As the top art event of mankind, this is also the territory of the church. We have constructed some metaphors related to 'lattice' and fit them into every corner of the city. It is of great design quality."

The weather was exceptionally clear when we arrived in San Pelto. It was just after eleven o'clock in the morning. Birds were singing on the branches of Walstein Street. The carriage procession of orchestra musicians and staff was separated first, and was The waiter arranged by Roy led him to a townhouse area with independent walls and gates on the street, with exquisite and elegant style.

The rest of the group's foothold was another more private small villa garden not far ahead.

Fan Ning continued to be pushed by the two girls and walked slowly, his expression seemed to be quite enjoyable, and he squinted slightly because of the sunlight under the branches and leaves.

But his thoughts were wandering to other corners.

Some corners of thoughts that go in different directions and may not have much connection with each other make me feel confused and uneasy.

The ancient picture scroll that metaphorically refers to "Ge" has been circulated since the "Mithraism", the predecessor of the Holy Sun Church, and is also quoted on the stele signed by Guido D'Alezzo in the secret place where the "Grand Court School" moved. Why does it happen to be "Cow Slaughtering Picture"? In other words, why does it have to be “a picture of slaughtering a cow?”

Is there anything unknown about the significance of "Ge" to the long history of history, its significance to the destiny of mankind, or the "views" of the witnesses on it?

Will you feel maliciousness from unknown sources after becoming a "torch bearer"? Is this a rumor or true?

Furthermore, the father in this life is Vincent Van Ning.

He was suspected of missing during the Harvest Art Festival seven years ago while collecting "glitter paint that spilled out of the abnormal zone". Could it be that he was in this city?

"Why is this kind of 'Missing Person' plot again?" Fan Ning suddenly had an instinctive thought of disgust or escape in his heart.

Some unpleasant experiences suddenly popped up from the depths of his memory.

Have you ever been on another continent, relatively earlier, on the streets like this, holding a glass of exotic cold drink, feeling the ordinary or unusual atmosphere, and thinking about certain past events? And the whereabouts of the predecessors?

Judging from the mood at the time, was it still safe and content for the time being?

Judging from the environment at that time, was it still temporarily comfortable and relaxing?

Yes or no--

"Caron, what's wrong?" "Huh? See what I do?"

Two girls' voices came from behind, and Fan Ning's cheeks turned sideways, meeting smiling eyes from behind and above.

Did you also have precious but short-lived companionship?

But later.

Fan Ning's arm holding the armrest exerted some strength. But obviously, this small action that was somewhat disconnected from the current atmosphere could only bring surprise and confusion, and he was unable to explain this surprise and confusion for a while.

He could only chuckle and said "nothing".

Immediately, I looked around and started to "find fault".

"Well, don't you think the festive atmosphere of San Pelto this year feels a bit exaggerated?"

The entire outer wall of the street coffee shop, except for the flowers, is covered with posters of different styles. One by one, they are arranged horizontally and vertically, with the new ones on top of the old ones, and the updated schedule of time and date. Extremely fast, photogenic characters, actions, slogans and other elements are so eye-catching that it is dizzying.

"Exaggerated?" Xilan asked doubtfully, "How do you put it?"

"My first impression is based on a quick glance, so my evaluation may not be accurate."

In order to protect this temporary idea of ​​"making up the numbers", Fan Ning used his brains and slowly organized his words.

"That's it. For example, you looked at these posters along the way. Performance posters, salon posters, art exhibition posters, well, there are also the newspapers and periodicals that the little girls came up to sell just now, and the radio broadcasts in the record store we randomly walked into. .There are also street graffiti, slogans, GG signs, the decoration of coffee shops or flower shops, the performances of street performers, etc.”

"It just feels like it's not solid enough?" He thought about it and gave another way of expressing it.

“The artistic atmosphere here is very strong. No matter what style you are interested in, you can find the performances, activities or groups you want. There is plenty of spiritual food to enjoy every day. I personally enjoy this feeling, but on the other hand, On the other hand, I think this crazy bombardment of information seems a bit excessive, even the 'Forged Lion' and 'Crescent Moon' are very enthusiastic about it."

"For example, the name of a concert or an art exhibition must be given a title that makes people confused? Spend time preparing too many 'press conferences', 'art talks', 'tea breaks' and 'wine parties', Will it divert too much of the artist's energy from creation? Is it meaningful to repeatedly reinforce false memories in public instead of polishing a piece of music at home? Uh. I just saw some salon posters. It’s also quite puzzling to me. It’s the first time I’ve seen salon information posted on the street to create a ‘registration system’, and the topics, agenda, or guest information are announced in advance.”

"In short, it feels like everyone is keen on concocting concepts and exporting ideas. They all want to climb to a higher booth and raise their voices louder so that more people can look over." Fan Ning finally laughed. "Well, maybe after I actually read and listen to their works, I will take back my evaluation? Maybe they did this without delaying their concentration on creation."

"No, you are right in your assessment." Walter, who was left last, spoke at this time, "And what I can tell you clearly is that this kind of atmosphere is not unique to this year. I am 37 years old this year. This is the best time since I can remember. This is my fifth time to participate in the Harvest Art Festival, and it’s the same exaggerated style every year.”

"Caron, I guess it's because the competition at this point in time is too fierce? There's too much pressure on them to climb up?" Hearing this conversation, Sheeran couldn't help but curled his lips.

“That’s why I’ve always said that San Porto has a reputation of neglecting artists during their lifetimes, and then worshiping them as gods after their death.” The director once again began his “critical criticism” of his long-lost hometown. ".

"Oh, let's just talk about the Walstein Street in front of you. There may be one hundred and eighty 'famous' or above artists living here. If you go downstairs to buy a pack of cigarettes, you will meet ten of you on the record. I have seen people with names. They wander around churches, flower shops, concert halls, opera houses, art galleries, and cafes day and night. Some are excited, some are haggard, like swarms of bees intoxicated with picking and pollination."

"Most of them are lay people, and maybe a few experts, but no matter who you are, as long as you don't keep up with this rhythm to build relationships, seek sponsorship, and declare yourself in a high-profile manner, then your existence, your ideas, and your works will be You will be drowned in the rumbling noise in an instant! Oh, if you regard yourself as a genius and despise "long-sleeved dancers", you will have no idea what association you should join. It’s not impossible to ignore any salons or pay attention to rankings, and insist that ‘as long as you concentrate on creating good works’, gold will always shine. That’s right! Maybe ten or twenty years after death! Your name will be labeled as 'great' or 'master', and many people will remember you. In short, don't expect to see it when you are alive."

"Mr. Walter's remarks are a very realistic assessment."

Roy responded in the affirmative and wanted to know if the guy in the wheelchair in front had listened to Walter's words.

"Hey, so let me remind you again, what we are facing now is the most fiercely competitive, the most intensive information bombardment, the most um, how did you describe it before? Yes, the most 'volume' art festival, As the team leader, you must coordinate our various training and travel arrangements, and participate in activities and so on."

Everyone was led into the gate of the villa by the waiters.

"Rehearse with peace of mind and live happily." This is Fan Ning's response.

He twisted his bandaged neck, and then seemed to hiss in pain.

"Well, I need to talk to the person in charge of each line later about the association, rankings, etc. It's okay to pay attention and have fun, but we at Turner Art Cinema don't do that boring stuff ourselves."

After Fan Ning finished speaking, Director Walter was the first to nod, expressing his approval of the boss's instructions.

Then there was Roy's female assistant Nicole, who trotted from the side and handed over a brand new issue of the booklet:

"Mr. Fan Ning, we have launched a new section called 'Insider Ranking of Recommendation Letters Revealed'. Are you interested in taking a look first?"

Fan Ning was not very familiar with this blonde girl. He didn't take it in his hand yet, but asked in confusion:

"Which newspaper are you promoting?"

"ah?"

The other party was startled.

""Crescent Moon", I am currently the regional editor-in-chief of "Crescent Moon" for the time being!"