Miss Bach's Crab Canon

"Let me see."

Mrs. Emily Dickinson handed out a few pages of paper: "This is a few pages I transcribed. The original book was not brought because of its high value...I don't have much time for the rest of my life. I just want to explore poetry that can make me feel better." It is more powerful, allowing me to penetrate the contents of the universe..."

Gao Yiyu read a few paragraphs and found that this was not the content of a mysterious field, but some folk remedies for treating athlete's foot written down by a doctor who may have been in ancient Rome... For example, go to the mud and try to call God , not going to the Roman baths for a year.

After thinking for a few seconds, Gao Yiyu replied: "Its content is cut from a medical point of view. The main argument is to get close to nature, talk to God, not bathe with many people, and stay away from lead. Its effect is to promote physical health, nothing more."

Mrs. Emily Dickinson was thinking deeply, with a light of wisdom flashing in her eyes, as if she had some insights from it.

After solving this problem, Gao Yiyu complained endlessly in his heart. Could it be that everyone lined up to ask?It looks like this.These aristocratic ladies in their twenties are gorgeous, and the mature ones are exquisitely embellished, but everyone wears heavy makeup, and the smell of perfume and cosmetics is really terrible...

This... I have to find a way to escape as soon as possible.

Gao Yiyu said casually: "Speaking of Latin, the ancient Rome that used it inherited two sacred objects from ancient Greece."

"The legendary laurels and harps..."

"That's why you're here, we know that."

Gao Yiyu nodded: "Then, whoever can help—"

"It's me." The one who came out was the youngest and even the most attractive among the wives, the Tsar's lover, Ms. Katya.But her expression was gloomy, because compared to the oriental bard in front of her, she felt that she was so superficial and simple.

This is a beautiful girl... But Gao Yiyu is used to seeing herself and Joannis, so she doesn't feel much about it.

"Then, you can ask questions, my answer will benefit everyone." She said calmly, "If other people have questions and want to ask them alone, then first measure the value of the question by yourself."

This became a reminder, knocking on everyone's hearts.Indeed, the bard's mysterious attainments are far beyond ordinary people's imagination, and their questions will definitely annoy her...

Regarding this oppressive feeling, only the old Mrs. Blavatsky who dares to ask questions—the most accomplished and experienced here, really has questions that she wants to be answered.

"You are psychic with the flame..."

Old Madam Blavatsky asked, and strictly controlled her fear to maintain her dignity.

"I have seen in some unique ancient texts that man can communicate with all things and give them freedom beyond the physical. This content is too whimsical, but other parts of the text are very reliable, so I don't think it is the author Random writing...but why...we...can't do it?"

After listening to the question, Gao Yiyu was completely relieved.

This is probably the old Mrs. Blavatsky's heart disease. Hey, it happens to be the only thing she is good at.The person who taught her to communicate with all things is a serious big-name demon, so she is still qualified to evaluate one or two.

This is also what everyone wants to know, if they can also raise a flame, or communicate with other things, resonate... then... How wonderful is that?

It's a pity that Gao Yiyu gave a very sad answer: "A monster who came from nowhere, lurked in history, and will only show up in the middle of the twentieth century has taken away the ability of all human beings."

"Then why can you—could it be...ah...no...no, I made a slip of the tongue."

The ladies were horrified, for the bard spoke of "all mankind," and she easily commanded the flames!Then... she... has surpassed human beings!Moreover, she also predicted such a distant future-compared with the mysterious and mysterious prophecy, this is more like...

A narrative of...for the future.

Gao Yiyu responded with a smile: "Back to the topic, Ms. Kajia, if you can help me, then I will reply with an answer, please."

Ms. Katya has become the focus of everyone. The meaning of the bard is obvious. It is to use the answer as a gift in return. This is the common welfare of the members. You must ask a good question...

Good question...Compared to those "how to seduce men more efficiently", "how to be as beautiful as you", "can you marry me", "can you make me a little flame", out of selfishness As expected, it should be a grand question, right?

So……

"What will happen to the world?" Ms. Katya asks an overly grandiose question.

The scene is dead silent, which is too ethereal and has no theme.

They already had a hunch that this terrible question would make the bard angry - but it didn't, and she even tolerated it.

"It will be turbulent and subversive." Moreover, she even gave the same grand answer from the perspective of a bystander, "Revolution, war, once, twice, involved the whole world. World reshuffle, technological rampage...human beings It will reach a place farther than the sky, and it will also go deep into the bottom of the sea. All this will happen in the next 100 years."

A stinging silence swept over everyone.

They struggled to digest the content, but no one was stupid enough to question it, but marveled at the changes to come.Young people want to spend the rest of their lives witnessing the future she described, while old people ponder the mystery, and everyone is wandering in their own thoughts.

Except for one.

Except for the soul from an older age who has been shocked long ago and only finds it boring now.

Ioannis sat down at the piano and took the glass from the maid, which was hers.Mrs. Maker did a good job, boiling a pot of sweet rosehip tea, and asked the maid to replace it with a warm one when it got cold—a comforting drink.

Then—Joannis presented the music from the future to everyone.

Tritones, followed by a jumpy, witty melody.Tchaikovsky's piano piece composed a few years later, a piano solo that Ioannis unexpectedly liked, "Scary Minuet".

When the ladies listened to the music, they didn't even think it was a shocking thing that the spirit body sealed by the clothes was playing the piano so wonderfully...

Facing a future that is bound to be a war, Ms. Katja asked again: "So we have to pursue peace to deal with all this?" They are the shadows behind Europe and have the ability to promote something special.

Gao Yiyu thought that anyway, history would be ruined by pop music first, and then changed by Deli Dolly, and that's what the natives did in the era, so he answered casually: "Forcing may not be effective, but... it's always good of."

Ms. Katya nodded, exchanged glances with the others, and decided to embrace peace and do a common thing.

To take the bard to the Winter Palace in St. Petersburg, and take away the laurel wreath and the harp, always needs to create a little confusion to deceive people's eyes... In this case——

Get rid of the tsar, her lover, Alexander II, who clamors for change all day long and is always thinking about war, plunder, and expansion.

A little mess then, should be easy to move around.

062. Bearded Man

Until the end of Joannis' performance, no lady dared to ask the bard the next question.

But the frightening thing is that during the performance, there were actually a few sneezing sounds, and even the sound of sniffling...

This made the more than [-] ladies present feel ashamed and terrified, wondering which noble lady was so rude?Hurry up and recruit yourself... But in the end, no one stood up—it was understandable, if she recruited herself, she would have no place in the high society.

Fortunately, the bard twitched his lips, magnanimously not pursuing anything.

But the bard still expressed dissatisfaction—when the performance was over, she took her spirit body, recalled the flame from the candle, and hurried back to the residence on the second floor.

This made the ladies relieved, but regretful.

With the snow falling outside the window, the ladies once again had the courage to speak.

"Unfortunately, we should have gotten more truth."

"Enough is enough..."

"Indeed, this is different from manipulating banks, colonial trade, or national expansion. This is a precious and mysterious realm...greed will only be countered."

"I am greedy, but my greed—tonight, has been satisfied by the great oriental bard."

Those who dared to speak were the most prestigious people here, such as princesses, wives of great nobles, coal mine monopolies, and even the queen of a powerful European country.Their black veils can make their faces hazy, but they can't hide the excitement and surprise in their voices.

The bard had left enough—at least the ladies were content.

"The world is so big... Psychic... Summon flames to predict the future! Contract the spirit body of a musician with coffee beans!"

"But remember, the bard wants us to embrace peace." It was the Tsar's lover Ms. Katya who spoke, "We should start immediately."

This was unanimously agreed by the wives, but the wives looked at Ms. Katya strangely. In this huge and turbulent European continent, Russia is the one that is the most feared and the most threatening to peace...

As far as they know, Ms. Katya, who just turned [-], used secret techniques to seduce the Tsarina, and through letters and pillow whispers, she promoted many turmoil.Now, Ms. Katya wants to embrace peace?

Unlike the cordial and friendly tea parties of the wives downstairs, there are only girls chatting in the guest room.

Back in the guest room, the first thing Gao Yiyu did was to express his concern: "Is it still too cold outside?"

"Well, the living room is too big, and the piano is far away from the fireplace... But it's okay, it's much better than before."

"That's all right—what about that Minuet you played just now..."

Ioannis approached the window, still walking weakly on the carpet, as slow as her speech speed: "Tchaikovsky's writings have many dissonant intervals, and there are many tritones. I I feel that if we want to promote it anyway, we should just play this, and it is also in line with our era..."

"No, I mean, the piano suite to which "Minuet" belongs will be published in the future..."

"...Then...whatever it is."

Well... Let Deli Dolly correct it when the time comes. Joannis played tritones in front of so many people, and she will probably be able to make ends meet.Forget about this incident, Gao Yiyu also came to the window——

"It's snowing."

"Well, it's so thick, it will be a little warmer tonight...but tomorrow will be..."

The Germans were talking about their experience, while Gao Yiyu was speechless. After all, the small town she lived in has only had snowfall once or twice in the past ten years... and it was always caught in the light rain, just throwing a few snowflakes to get it done. Really ignorant of this.

But the view was spectacular, with the snow obscuring everything, and it trumped everything in itself.

Just open the window, the outside is a white world that can freeze blood and snot, but the inside is scorched by charcoal and magic.

"You promise me, don't open the window secretly at night... Even if you haven't seen snow, don't reach out excitedly to catch it."

"You... how do you know that I have never seen snow." Something is wrong, you didn't talk to yourself just now, did you?

While thinking about the reason, Gao Yiyu heard her say: "Because you are looking at Xue, and I am looking at you." Only then did she notice that the voice was so close...

Joannis's golden hair gleamed in the firelight, within reach.Her fair complexion gave Gao Yiyu a sense of holiness at night, as if Gao Yiyu saw another scene different from the goose feather snow—powder snow.

"The way you look at Xue is really too affectionate, hehe."

She showed a mocking smile, but there was no malice, but intimacy.

"But I also like snow—I remember churches covered in snow, and nature so easily covered the creations of God's believers...but the priests saw it as a gift, using snow on bricks, with rat tails Grass and valerian are brewed together to make herbal tea and distributed to believers... and in the quiet air, the organ plays solemn music..."

"So you want to be an organist and become a believer?"

"The reason is more complicated." Joannis shook her head with a melancholy look on her face, "Believers are only given a small cup, but churchgoers can drink it freely...so I want to be able to drink that every day too. …I prayed to God every day, worked hard … and became a member of the church choir.”

Is this a more complicated reason?Also count.After laughing, Gao Yiyu asked again: "That proves that prayer is useful."

"Even if it was useful, it came too late... After I became a trainee organist, I found that the coffee was more delicious, and the herbal tea was actually a farmer who went for a walk in the wild and could collect materials to make a barrel... ..."

"But at least I'm not ashamed of you who longed for herbal tea when I was a child."

"Well, so, even praying, sometimes the results are not satisfactory..." Joannis sneezed exaggeratedly, and then moved closer as an excuse to keep warm, "So, I understand what I want, You have to grab it while you want it.”

Gao Yiyu deliberately avoided her eyes reflecting on the bonfire in the fireplace, and said calmly: "It makes sense, that's what you said, then I have something I want to try my best to grasp."

"Oh? What is it? Could it be..."

As a result, Gao Yiyu stared out the window affectionately.Immediately opened the window, invited the cold wind in, and tried to catch several snowflakes from it...

After hastily closing the window, Joannes sneezed while blushing from anger, faintly wanting to swear.

And yet—the bard held out his hands to her, showing the blossoming snowflakes that lay there, not yet melted.

"Hmph, is this what you're trying to catch?"

"Yeah, can I use them to make coffee for you tomorrow?"

"Huh...huh?" Joannis was silent for a few seconds before she whispered, "Huh."

……

The next day—

After waking up from a full sleep, Gao Yiyu found that Joannis hadn't slept well again...

It is mainly reflected in: "Where is my coffee?" Even with dark circles under his eyes, but his smile is very energetic.

"What did you do yesterday... I didn't teach you how to listen to music on your phone..."

"It's just... just normal insomnia, and I wrote some scores." Joannis yawned, then suppressed the yawn urgently, and immediately burst into tears, "I need some coffee to refresh myself, and I won't wait till night sleep!"

Meow in the fireplace is silent about all this, it has witnessed last night.How did Joannis get into the master's bed by being "so cold and unable to sleep", but unfortunately the master slept soundly.I also witnessed Joannis acting like a junior high school student, playing pranks on the master's face and body...

But mainly, Joannes had a flash of inspiration and went out to write staves before she had any further plans.The inspiration was exhausted on the way, so I got back to Gao Yiyu's bed under the excuse of "it's so cold, I can't sleep"—but from Miaomiao's point of view, it didn't seem like the inspiration was exhausted...

In short, Miaomiao dare not say it.

"What new score did you write, so desperately?"

"Here."

"Let me take a look—huh? "The Corpse of Her Beloved, Will Enter My Stomach Sonata with Memories Tomorrow"?" Gao Yiyu even doubted his own eyes, the title was really scary.

What's even more frightening is that the author is staring eagerly at the side: "Well, how is it?"

Gao Yiyu bit the bullet, arranged an instrument for himself in his heart, and hummed a few verses...

"Damn... you are a genius."

"Then I am sure."

It breaks away from the old Baroque frame, and combines Tchaikovsky's romantic sophistication with the melancholy of modern art rock.The point is, there is also a kind of affection that seems to sing the love song of a girl who doesn't know where it came from.It only takes a note, and Gao Yiyu is fascinated by it.

She even wanted to go back right away and make music out of it—and keep it on her computer forever without anyone hearing it.

This turned out to be written after staying up all night!