I play the piano in the comprehensive world

Mozart paid special attention to Beethoven's expression when he was talking, and he was very happy when he saw what he wanted to see.

Most of the time, Beethoven is expressionless in the eyes of others, and he is a person who can be described as emotionless, but in front of Mozart, who is familiar with him, just watching an iceberg twitch his nerves. Enough to keep him entertained for a whole day.

Beethoven said faintly: "Xiaojing is still young." Nothing is conclusive.

Mozart was overjoyed and took a sip of tea, but was attacked by Beethoven's witch tea, his face was wrinkled and his mouth was still stiff: "Hmph."

Beethoven's face twitched again. "His music is still like Liszt."

In order to quarrel, the German master did not hesitate to pull out the traitor grandson and row it to his own territory.

The recalcitrant Austrian shot back: "He—likes my "Little Star Variations"."

"He's still playing my Sonata 110."

Regardless of how old the two are, in short, they will never bow their heads when it comes to musicians!

One sentence at a time, at the end, Mozart realized that he had finished drinking Beethoven's poisoned pot of tea, and immediately stopped with a brown face: "I didn't come to argue with you!"

The German gave him a look: Who wanted to break his head just now?

Mozart turned his face away and ignored him childishly.

The two sat quietly for a while, and Beethoven gave in first: "What do you want to talk about?"

"Talk about the pollution source of Lister."

"Cough cough cough..."

"I'm just kidding, it's Xiaojing." Mozart saw that Beethoven had never heard of coughing, and suddenly felt that his teacher's teacher was doing really hard.Out of subtle pity, he handed him a piece of paper.

It took a while to recover from the cough, and Beethoven really didn't want to discuss Liszt, even though he recommended Liszt to join the Romance Club in the first place - even though Chen Nier, who was Liszt's teacher, didn't particularly agree.

"I don't know if you can hear it, Xiao Jing..."

"—used to conceal their existence."

Mozart was stunned, his vague feeling always found an accurate and suitable description, "Yes, yes, this is the problem!"

"Although I don't know why, I always feel that the child has seen a lot, or after seeing too much, he habitually hides himself, so the perspective of music is always from a higher and more macro perspective. That kind of The commanding power is very similar to Liszt, but his feeling is more...more..."

Mozart got stuck again, and it was always difficult to find suitable adjectives to express his feelings every time he went to such an important place, which made the Hungarian very frustrated, "You understand."

"I understand." Beethoven thought to himself: Isn't there a living example in front of him?

Because I saw too much and thought too much, I would get stuck every time I reached a critical point.

"Calmer and more objective, he almost left himself out." Beethoven sighed, "It was a little better last time when I sang on stage."

Maybe it was because of their childhood sweethearts on stage, the urgent and encouraging mood, even they could feel it on the other side of the screen, a kind of youthful friendship that belongs to young people.

Mozart: "It was a little better when I played 110 last time, a little bit."

At that time, his teacher was seriously ill, so when Gou Juanjing came on stage, he played a simple but moving song 110.

It's like a slit opened in a strange egg, allowing people to see the light inside, and when he was looking forward to it, he closed it unconsciously.So the impatient teacher, Liszt, who had been waiting for too long, wanted to beat him up with a hammer.

"That child hides himself too easily!" Mozart shouted dissatisfiedly: "And he cares too much about others, which is damn similar to Chopin!"

Beethoven just watched the Hungarian hugging the pillow on the sofa and becoming impotent and furious.

Yes, the only pillow was specially prepared for Mozart, and Beethoven never used it when he was working.The reason why Germans with hard and smelly personalities are prepared to use such a soft thing is because Mozart can easily aim at his score without grabbing anything in his hand.

From this point of view, Mozart is really accurate in catching people seven inches.

Beethoven did the same.

"Who taught him that!"

"hateful--!"

Beethoven looked at the clock specifically.

It took him 5 minutes to wait for Mozart to lose his temper, and he felt that he should have vented almost, before he said, "Do you still remember the video of Xiao Jing and Chopin playing four hands together?"

Mozart looked up from the state of rage, and pictures flashed in his mind, and finally stayed on a guess that he had once had: "Xiaojing, he..."

"Emotional disturbance."

Mozart:! ! !

It can't be said that he didn't feel it at all, but Mozart really didn't think in that direction.

"How do you...?"

"Chopin discussed music education with me before, so I guessed it."

Mozart: "..."

"Who else knows but you and Chopin?"

Beethoven thought for a while, "Although we have never discussed it, I think Czerny should also know."

Compared to him, Czerny is the one who is really careful.

Speaking of which, Chopin was also a sensitive and fragile person before, and he was always very cautious in discussing music. Is he being sensitive or considerate?In short, this point changed after he had a young disciple, and he would have heated discussions with Liszt.But the relationship between the two people is better because of this.

"Where's Liszt?"

Beethoven answered him with his eyes.

Mozart: "..."

"I feel like I want to swear now."

Teacher Xiong Wa's teacher looked away from him, no matter what he thought in his heart, there was no trace of guilt on his face anyway.

Mozart hugged the pillow a little sullenly, and a muffled voice came out of the pillow: "Did I do something wrong again?"

Beethoven sat on his seat, facing his transparent glass window, looking at the shadows outside the window, the indoor lights can only illuminate a small area, and he can't see the further future clearly. "I have no idea."

"Who knows?"

"But, it's also an opportunity for us to look at ourselves."

The Austrian raised his head, drawing a reliable sense of security from the German, which calmed him down.

This is how romance clubs were born in the first place.

Mozart possessed the vigor and purity that Beethoven hoped for, while Beethoven possessed a mountain-like composure and reliability that he lacked.

They are attracted to each other's radiance, and attract more of the other's radiance.

……

After Goujuanjing stayed at home for the third day, Goujuan Liangzi asked him, "Are you on vacation during this time?"

"The school grounds are rented out for competitions." Gou Juanjing replied in this way.

"What competition?"

"Fierce athletic competition."

So Ryoko stopped asking.In the past, maybe she would have hoped that her son would go out to exercise, but now Xiao Jing is not suitable for such activities.

In fact, it was holding the Tokyo-Kyoto Sisters High School Friendship Tournament. Noctua, as his homeroom teacher, advised him not to go back to school during this period. The reason was that "you are the only one who enjoys the exclusive air-conditioning treatment, and you will be easily mobbed."

The other party's expression was so serious that Gou Juanjing really just accepted it.

Later, Xia Youjie told him that Gojo Satoru actually had too much hatred in the past two years, because he was no longer planning to participate in the fourth grade, and the new second grade might become the target of fire.

"For the sake of safety, I mean...the safety of the Jingdu school." While speaking, Xia Youjie kept his eyes on Ping An, and took out the dried fish for a long time.

Gou Juanjing held his hand with a black thread, and tried his best to express seriousness in his green eyes: "Ping An has already eaten snacks today."

Xia Youjie was shocked: "Obviously in the group..."

Xiao Jing looked back at Ping An and smiled: "Maomao has already eaten snacks from friends, right?"

Ping An, who was ready to eat small dried fish, shrank his head, and a cat double chin shrank from his fat body.The green-eyed boy pinched the flesh of its chin, and the black cat suddenly looked like a goose caught by its neck: "Are you safe?"

"Meow~" The little cat's cry should be as flattering as possible, with big eyes purring and rolling, and the guilt should not be too obvious.

"Ping An, you are already a cat weighing more than [-] catties, you can't act like a baby casually."

Maomao looked at him with a pitiful feeling of being kicked out of the house, and the rain drenched all his fur.The dog Juanjing avoided its gaze, and said firmly: "Cats weighing more than 25 kilograms are not allowed, but cats weighing [-] kilograms are acceptable to me."

"What do you say, safe?"

"Meow~" Mao Mao bowed her head.

This is how Xia Youjie witnessed their weight loss agreement.

So the cat thought about it, greeted its little brother again, and walked on the patrol road.And Gou Juanjing is preparing to return to Xiaohonglou during this time.