I weave my destiny in parallel time and space

In the lounge backstage of the theater, Beethoven was immersed in writing a letter, and the other performers participating in the concert had already left one after another.

Only he and some other people were left in the entire rest room.

At this time, a waiter came over and said behind Beethoven.

"Mr. Beethoven."

But Beethoven seemed not to hear and continued writing.

Seeing this, the waiter raised his voice, "Mr. Beethoven! Someone wants to see you!"

Everyone around heard the sound and looked at Beethoven, but Beethoven still didn't react.

People looked at each other in confusion, not knowing what grudge the musician had against the waiter and deliberately ignoring him.

There was obvious embarrassment on the waiter's face, and he wanted to try calling again, but then, a big hand put his shoulder.

He turned his head and saw the gentleman who had just entrusted him with the name Beethoven standing behind him with a friendly smile on his face.

"Let me do it."

As he spoke, he looked at Beethoven's back and said softly.

"Mr. Beethoven."

The voice was not louder than what the waiter had shouted just now, but what surprised the waiter was that Beethoven actually heard it, and turned his head with some confusion, and saw the waiter and Chara behind him.

"This gentleman wants to see you." The waiter introduced.

But Beethoven frowned and said nothing.

Beethoven did not tell anyone about his ear disease at this time.

He has always been a very strong person.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t have said that classic sentence:

"I want to grab fate by the throat." This is the sentence.

The musician who threatened to grab Char's throat has indeed been living up to his words.

Even when he was completely deaf in his later years, he did not give up composing music. Instead, he inserted a wooden stick into the piano and bit the stick with his teeth to listen to the music through vibration.

Even under such circumstances, he still created many famous songs.

But his behavior of often ignoring what others say is obviously a sign of bad temper in the eyes of others.

"Hello, my name is Xiaya." Xiaya had a friendly smile on her face, "The Moonlight Sonata you just performed is really the most perfect masterpiece in the world."

"Moonlight?" Beethoven was a little confused, "Are you talking about the Piano Sonata No. 14 in C minor?"

Xia Ya nodded, "The picture you just sang to me was like a small boat rocking on the moonlit lake of Lake Lucerne in Switzerland."

Beethoven's brows relaxed a little, "There are not many people in this world who can really understand music."

"My daughter likes you very much." Xia Ya pulled out Sissi who was hiding behind her and watching Beethoven secretly. "She is a little shy."

Hearing this, Beethoven looked at Sissi.

No one can say no to human pups.

Looking at the legs holding Xia Ya, the cute girl looked at him curiously and shyly, like a porcelain doll.

Even Beethoven could not show any serious expression at this moment.

His eyebrows relaxed completely, revealing a friendly smile.

"What's your name?"

"Sissi." Sissi said.

"You like my music, don't you?" Beethoven said.

Sissi nodded, "It sounds good."

"Then let me give you a gift."

Beethoven turned around and opened the drawer in his place, took out a notebook from it, and handed the notebook to Sissi.

"This is in C minor." Beethoven paused, "I wrote the manuscript of the Moonlight Sonata myself. In a sense, this should be regarded as the first complete sonata, excluding the manuscripts of other scattered chapters. "

Xia Ya looked at the manuscript with some surprise, and then he politely declined.

"This gift is too valuable."

Then he took the manuscript from his hand.

"Nothing, for me, what is really valuable is my hands and my brain!" Beethoven raised his hand and tapped his brain, "The Moonlight Sonata is already in my brain, I can write as much as I want. "

Beethoven is still alive, and he is not yet completely famous all over the world. Some of his classic movements have not yet been released, so his manuscripts are naturally not so valuable.

But in the future, the legendary musician's first draft will undoubtedly be a priceless treasure for those who love music.

Xia Ya's eyelids closed, "I will pay you."

There was a hint of unknown meaning in Xia Ya's words, and Beethoven seemed to have noticed something, and frowned slightly, feeling a little confused.

But then he heard Xia Ya said.

"Then let's leave first, Mr. Beethoven.

I hope you are satisfied with the reward. "

With that said, Xia Ya left here with his family, leaving only Beethoven with a confused look on his face, but he tilted his head and didn't pay attention to it.

The waiter on one side was also very confused and asked in a low voice.

"Mr. Beethoven, did that gentleman give you anything?"

"I don't know." Beethoven shook his head, "Whatever."

Hearing this, the waiter looked at Beethoven with some surprise.

Beethoven seemed to feel the gaze, and he looked at the waiter with some doubts.

"what happened?"

"It's nothing, I just think you are a little different." The waiter said, "You used to disdain to talk to me, and you never responded when I called you."

"That is."

Suddenly, Beethoven seemed to realize something and opened his eyes suddenly.

His breathing stagnated slightly, but soon, he suppressed the excitement in his heart and began to test his guess.

He walked to the table on one side and picked up the quill he was writing with, then picked it up and dropped it on the table.

In the past, he couldn't hear such a sound at all, and even if he could hear it, it was relatively vague, but now, he heard the extremely clear sound of a quill falling on the table.

The clear sound was like a hammer hitting his heart.

This time, he finally verified his guess.

The deafness that had tortured him for several years had disappeared!

Beethoven immediately thought of Char.

He never believed in fate or coincidence.

So he was almost certain that his change must be related to that family.

He simply cleaned up and chased out.

The waiter originally wanted to chat again, but Beethoven ignored him again and had no choice but to shake his head.

Beethoven ran to the street, but the family was completely gone.

He walked through the streets and alleys, but he couldn't find Char's presence.

Soon, he came to the center of a square. He was a little tired from running. He couldn't help but bend down and gasp for breath. His forehead was also sweating profusely because of the wig on his head.

After resting for a while, he slowly raised his head, and then saw the statue of the Alpine God placed in the center of the open space.

Beethoven stared quietly at the face of the statue.

Although the clothes and hairstyle were different, he didn't know why, but he always felt that the face of this statue was too similar to the person just now.

Beethoven seemed to realize something and opened his eyes slightly...