Miss Bach's Crab Canon

"Thank... thank you! Holy God, Holy Mighty, Holy Immortal... have mercy on us..."

"Hey, I understand."

The voice of the thrower was high and shrill, like a woman's.

"Anyway, I will compensate you for your musical instrument... Wait, this, is this an antique? A guitar from the Baroque era... Ah, this sound hole!" The man looked ashamed, but became even more uncomfortable, "I I am afraid that my income is not enough to support my compensation...but I will definitely, please...Ah Choo..."

"Okay, you have to pay, if you can't afford it, just find me something else equivalent." Gao Yiyu was not generous at all.

"No problem! I will advance the salary to President Nikolai... Anyway, please come to the Moscow Conservatory of Music tomorrow..."

"Oh? You still teach music?"

"Yes, I teach composition, piano, etc. My name is Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky. When you arrive at the Moscow Conservatory, state my name and I will come to negotiate compensation with you... Thank you again for your life-saving grace."

055 · Delicate mind

Peter Ilich...Gao Yiyu recalled the pronunciation of "ё" stretched by the tongue, and suddenly noticed something.

Tchaikovsky?

The water of the Moskva River and the harsh winter of Tsarist Russia at the end of the nineteenth century suddenly became nothing worth mentioning.It was like lightning strikes from the sky, burning Gao Yiyu's body and mind, and she couldn't help but tremble.

This is Tchaikovsky?Maybe there will be the same name, but he teaches at the Moscow Conservatory of Music, and looks very similar to the photos Gao Yiyu has seen. This should be correct, right?

"Since... since... you are a university teacher, are you a decent person? Maybe you are a full-time composer? Then why do you want to die? You don't want to go swimming... my friend."

"My friend, I...Ah Choo."

Tchaikovsky was trembling, and the water of the Moskva River soaked his patched padded jacket. He hesitated whether to take it off or put it on, but it didn't feel good either way.However, if the savior had said it, he would still have to return it.

"Oh, friend, I am suffering from the pain of marriage, no, young friend... If one day you attract the opposite sex because of your pretty face, please refuse!"

"...So it's because of your marriage that you can't even think about committing suicide?"

Gao Yiyu was not stingy either, he unpacked his bag and took out a padded jacket that he had prepared.

The cloth embroidered with big red flowers was wrapped in thick old cotton. It was used for the winter in the bag of old clothes her mother threw away. It might have been bought in the Northeast or somewhere. Gao Yiyu thought it was quite thick. Bring it on.

"Exactly... thanks, thanks for your generosity, music, friend!"

Tchaikovsky couldn't stand the cold, so he simply took off his coat and borrowed a big red flower padded jacket. Although it was tight, it was enough to wear it warmly.There is really no change of clothes for the lower body, which is helpless, and he is ashamed to take off his pants on the street, so he can only be patient.

This big red flower padded jacket gave him some motivation.

"My wife... my wife who has only been married for a few months, yesterday actually... actually..."

"it turns out?"

"Ask me where I can buy my sheet music! I've never been so humiliated!"

Why shame?Gao Yiyu licked his chapped lips, carefully recalling those historical stories of Tchaikovsky... But unfortunately, he couldn't remember too much.

He is a very special master of classical music - at least he has been evaluated like this in later generations. Of course Gao Yiyu is familiar with his music.But in this era, when he is in his thirties, he is very strange to him.

But I still know what happened——

The great Tchaikovsky failed to seek death, and was fished out of the river by a combination of baroque guitars from the 21th century and girls' underwear from the [-]st century... I am afraid that history has been polluted again.

Gao Yiyu was very ashamed, but at the same time, the rescued Tchaikovsky found an outlet, and expressed all the sorrows that were suppressed and even made him want to commit suicide, all with a rapid tongue.

"A few months ago, she took the initiative to pursue me... She wrote me crazy letters! She praised my talent, praised my music, and also felt that I have a decent job as a university teacher, with a good family background and many contacts... How wonderful, I thought she loved me, and I am almost 40 years old, and I have already been asked to find a good marriage."

"Then... regret it?"

"She totally forgot what was in the letter she wrote me, and yesterday even... even asked me what music I wrote and where I could buy my sheet music... God, why do you give women the ability to lie? "

Gao Yiyu looked at him, blinked his eyes, suddenly, Tchaikovsky realized something was wrong, coughed hurriedly, and didn't know whether his face was ashamed or red from freezing: "Except for you, beautiful bard! Thank you for picking up I, I think about it, I don't deserve to die because of her, I want a divorce!"

"Don't, think again..."

Would you rather demolish a temple than ruin a marriage?Gao Yiyu persuaded casually, but suddenly thought of a historical story.

If memory serves me...it seems that he...Mr. Tchaikovsky...was a...

"Well, lady bard of beautiful things, my dirty and shameful chores should not continue to insult your ears, please forget about it, and come and find me at the conservatory tomorrow, or whenever it is convenient for you, I will compensate the instrument, and I will wash the clothes and return them to you."

Trying to curl up the lean meat on the wide frame into the big red flower padded jacket, Tchaikovsky sneezed, and walked away with difficulty, step by step, step by step, as he opened his frozen trousers.

His back is very unique, just like Tsarist Russia's first impression of Gao Yiyu.

When he's gone—

"Huh?" Miss Joannis, the ghost of history, looked at his back and said, "He is..."

"Huh? Do you know him too?"

"No, he's a tenor, he has a very high range... a trained tenor, I even suspect it's an eunuch..."

This knowledge is basically invalid in the 21st century, but just at the end of the [-]th century, all this has returned to the familiar feeling of Joannis.

"No, no, no... He is a great musician just like you... I met him when I first came here, and it was probably arranged by Deli Dolly." Gao Yiyu took out the gold coin and wanted to chat with the demon inside ... But this thing is very cold, Gao Yiyu immediately put it back in his pocket.

"Hey, you actually praised me for being great..."

"Anyway, that Russian guy who complained about his marriage and wanted to commit suicide just now—"

Just when Gao Yiyu wanted to chat with Ioannis about Tchaikovsky, something approached them.

It was a carriage--iron-covered wheels, rolling stones over uneven roads, making an even but raspy sound.The horse breathed out white gas, and the horseshoes made a rhythmic sound.It got closer and closer, and then stopped in front of Gao Yiyu.

The door of the exquisite carriage opened, and a voice came from it——

"Is it a group of bards who travel through history?"

"you are?"

"Get in the car."

The mechanical structure inside the car door was running, and with the click of the gears, several steps of the pedals fell in front of Gao Yiyu.

This is really unexpected. She thought it was a situation where she lost the forest at the beginning, eating and drinking all depended on luck, but in this era, there was an internal response?also good.After putting the luggage and the frozen baroque guitar on it, she got into the carriage——

But there was no one inside, not even the driver's seat.

"……what's the situation?"

"I resonate with Ms. Rest, serve her, and specially come to pick you up." It turned out that the carriage was speaking.

But Gao Yiyu was not surprised, but felt "so it is".Indeed, with magical powers, she can resonate with all kinds of things, giving them a vivid and magical independence. As a devil incarnated by rest, it is not surprising that she has some such tools.

"Is Ms. Rest in this era?" Ioannis asked.

"Yes, she is working hard to find the laurel wreath and the harp. At the same time, she has developed some helpers in this era. Next, we will go to one of the people's houses as a foothold—Ms. Rest is also waiting there."

After explaining the situation and receiving the person smoothly, the carriage fell silent.

It just moved forward silently. There were no pedestrians in the deserted street, and most of them would not notice this strange situation.The carriage bumped, and Gao Yiyu felt very happy. At least, this time, he didn't have to start with picking up money.

There is heating equipment in the carriage, which is very primitive, a charcoal stove.Compared with the clumsy Gao Yiyu, Joannis used it easily, and then smiled. It was a rare victory of ancient life experience.

"Thanks, it's warming up."

"Then as a reward, tell me something, you know?"

Of course Gao Yiyu knew - so she took out her smartphone, a taboo thing that doesn't match this era.There is no internet, but a lot of things are offline. Gao Yiyu opened the inventory of classical music, and easily found what he needed to talk about.

"Listen and see."

The violin plucked as the beginning, followed by the crisp celesta, and the soft and mysterious advancing atmosphere... In just 2 minutes, the dance music is exquisite, beautiful, and has an extraordinary atmosphere. Rich but simple layers are interwoven, An amazing piece of music was showcased.

Joannis looked puzzled, and even turned her head to look at the street immediately, wanting to see if Tchaikovsky had gone far.

If I remember correctly... the guy just now...was a bald, bearded Russian who complained about marriage? !

"This...this...is this written by that person just now?!"

"right……"

"This is……"

Gao Yiyu said the title of the song in embarrassment: "Dance of the Candy Fairy." This music full of girlish romantic feelings and beautiful nighttime fantasies was indeed written by the bald, bearded tenor Russian just now...

Immediately, Joannis asked Gao Yiyu to continue to play other music in disbelief: "I believe... this, this is just a special case... Tchaikovsky seems to be able to write a grand sonata... or a world-weary symphony Man, not... this... this delicate little girl music..."

"No, he wrote a lot of fairy tales and ballet soundtracks..."The Nutcracker", "Swan Lake", "Sleeping Beauty", "Romeo and Juliet" and so on... This is the soul of Russian music."

Gao Yiyu found several similar, exquisite and lovely fairy tale soundtracks.

Listen, Joannis spent a full minute showing her rich expression changes... In the end, she lowered her head a little frustrated: "I... I can't even write this... I'm so envious, I Change it with him..."

"He is very good at this kind of exquisite melody and instrument arrangement, and the use of music to set off the atmosphere is really great. Therefore, the soundtracks of film and television works in later generations have actually inherited a large part of Tchaikovsky's soundtracks. It’s just that not many people know how to write it.”

"I'll listen again..."

"He is an important source of modern soundtrack styles and techniques, and a great musician who must not be avoided by academics. In a sense, his influence on modern culture is much greater than yours..."

Joannis listened to the delicate piano of "Swan Lake", and was deeply shocked: "Then after all... After all, what I write is all about religious themes... People don't like to listen to it...Damn it, he has a girl's soul in his heart, right?"

"Not sure, but we know that Tchaikovsky liked men."

"Oh? Gay? God, please forgive me. Is this the secret of writing such exquisite girly music? Then I..."

"then you?"

Suddenly, the warm air in the carriage became a little weird.

……

Along the Moscow River, the scenery outside the carriage window is constantly changing.

Moscow in this era is rich and poor, with many magnificent buildings, well-built roads, and lively areas even at night.But most of them are ordinary people fighting against the severe cold on the rammed loess road.

The place where the carriage stopped was the outskirts of Moscow - a place like a manor.There are plants that have obviously been taken care of by the gardener, and they are also full of German-style garden buildings, which surprised Joannis.

"Here?" Gao Yiyu asked.

The carriage did not answer, and the one who spoke was another visitor who appeared in the carriage at some time.

No, to be precise, Gao Yiyu and his party are visitors, and she is the host—like a female devil with a good figure who cut out a human shape from the air.

"It's a great honor to meet you again, great Ioannis. And my old friend, Deli Dolly... I've almost done my research... Oh, and the bard... You're here too, You dress like a fat girl."

"Hello, Rest." Joannis asked, "Where is this?"

"This is a manor owned by a wealthy hermit. I inquired about information from her in this era. In return, I gave her some knowledge of mysticism, and she agreed to let us use it as a foothold."

The rich recluse of the sandbox?Gao Yiyu is not very familiar with these histories, and he doesn't know who it is, but this place seems to be a comfortable place to live...

I'm afraid that after staying for a long time, Joannis will stay here, unwilling to go back to the 21st century, to the utility room and the natural vegetable recording studio... Just as Gao Yiyu was thinking about this, Ms. Rest unexpectedly spoke to her.

"So, ask the bard to cooperate with me."

"Cooperate with you?"

"I maintain a high-ranking style, and the hermit respects me very much. Deli Dolly and Ioannis must also maintain this style...but you..."

After such an explanation, Gao Yiyu quickly understood: "Understood, help you pretend to be aggressive in front of the rich woman." It's easy, she is a future person with magical powers, it can't be difficult for her.

The problem is that--

"However, have we interfered with a lot of history this time?"

This is what Gao Yiyu is very concerned about. Because of the troubles caused by the aluminum bars last time, she even made history be revised by herself. rescued...

Wait, combined with what Joannis said earlier, could it be... In real history, Tchaikovsky actually died in this suicide by throwing himself into the river!

And later, a mysterious genius girl continued to write works under the guise of his name?That's why there are so many beautiful melodies and delicate and sweet structures?Gao Yiyu was deeply terrified...

But regarding these, the historical demon replied: "You can swim ashore by yourself without helping others. As for the works, don't you allow gays to be delicate?"

……

ps

(I'm in a bad state, let's make do with it today...

Speaking of Lao Chai, I really like Lao Chai, the melody is always very sweet.

Most people on the planet have heard of his works, either the original songs or adaptations, and they have been quoted a lot as soundtracks by various film and television works, but they don't necessarily know the source.In the same way, Bach actually did the same...

Classical music is actually a kind of quiet thing, which quietly appears in your unintentional, and then goes away without being noticed by you, which is also in line with their historical appearance as root music.

There is no need to deliberately listen and force yourself to like it, or force yourself to think that it is very compelling, these are all misunderstandings.Music preferences will accurately reflect the essence of a person. Simply put, you can listen to whatever you think sounds good. Classical music is not particularly superior.

Like I write about classical music and musicians, the main reason is that the stalk is so interesting... In contrast, futurism, sequence, minimalism, noise grinding, spiritual new age, concrete music, old death, new avant-garde, etc., etc., modern In fact, people have gone a long way, and because of this, they gradually lack audibility... For example, I have listened to nearly [-] discs in more than ten years, and after digging into various styles, I found that pop music is also very good...)