Miss Bach's Crab Canon

"Grass."

"Oh? Calling the plants... What is this unique... etiquette?"

Gao Yiyu laughed in embarrassment, and immediately asked: "I don't know...why did you invite so many people suddenly...and it sounds like...my spirit body and I still want to participate?"

Mrs. Meck also smiled: "When the devil gave me revelation and prophecy, I had already sent the invitation letter to the ladies in my circle. It is very attractive to us to witness such a miracle with our own eyes." strong."

"Aren't you afraid... the devil is just kidding? When the time comes to invite everyone, there is nothing?"

"Of course, if the person who prophesied—that is, if you didn't come, then our topic is to summon another high-ranking being...but you're here! Tonight, I'm going to hold a mysterious night with my wives. The interpretation of the spirit body is exactly what we want to see..."

Hearing this, Gao Yiyu found out that Joannis, who just rubbed her eyes and was wrapped in a quilt and wanted to come down to find someone, was scared back when she heard this...

She immediately tried to avoid this situation: "We are very short on time, and we may not be able to stay here at night."

Mrs. Meck did not express her opinion on this immediately, but went around in circles——

"You probably also know that there are many mysterious associations and organizations in this European continent that are secretly advancing the course of history... such as the consortium that was born in Bavaria, or they who promoted the French Revolution and now dominate the United States in the New World... ...But the dark side of history is not only for men, it is also for us wives."

"...Is this the one you will organize tonight?"

"Yes, we call ourselves 'The Ladies' Evening Tea Party,' with a theme of mystery. "

Mrs. Meck was not modest, but boasted.

"We are the most powerful ladies in continental Europe, and we can even decide which man in power dies in his bed... and imprison his soul."

Gao Yiyu was startled when he heard it. After all, this is a new history that has been transformed because of pop music's actions...

Or did it exist originally, but it was not recorded in the history books?

Wait, the more important question is - is this fucking trying to pull me into the club?But I'm a boy... oh, a girl indeed.Wait, but no, I'm not anyone's wife, and this doesn't match the membership requirements!Worthy of a rest in this day and age of eyeliner.

Then, Mrs. Meck said:

"Tonight, the Tsar's most beloved lover will also visit here."

"Oh?"

"She can take you to the Tsar's Winter Palace and take away the treasures you want—on the premise that you can shock us and convince us." After speaking, Mrs. Meck took a sip of black tea, her eyes full of longing.

So far, it seems that this is an inevitable exchange of benefits... Oriental bards will show the mystery they have never seen before, and then build a good relationship with this circle called "Ladies' Night Tea Party", and then use this Power, take away the laurels and harps...

Well, at least we have a clear goal.

And if all goes well, if you spend tonight, you can go to the place where the laurels and harps are, take them away, and return to the 21st century...

"Now that we're talking about it, we'll put on a show. But there's a lot more I want than coffee."

"Please speak freely."

Gao Yiyu wanted to take this opportunity to do another thing, so he came here anyway: "Do you have any painters to recommend?"

"...a painter?" Mrs. Meck was a little surprised, because this probably involves an outsider entering this field, "What do you want...to paint?"

"Draw a cover, I have something I want to publish."

Back in the 21st century, they will have a working recording studio and Joannis will be happy creating music.She has already written the score of the next track in the album, and even discussed how to arrange it... Then there is only one thing that is lacking.

The album cover.

Rather than going back to the 21st century to draw something casually or photograph something to get away with it, why not invite a painter to draw one?Anyway, Mrs. Meck has a lot of connections... She probably paid for it... Since it's free, of course I have to use it.

Although Mrs. Meck thought this request was very strange, she immediately became excited when she thought that what was to be published was probably a work of occultism, or oriental music of occultism——

"I'll get in touch right away! Collect painters from all over Europe to compete for this honor! Also, I would like to ask, when will it be published? Among our wives, there are also giants in the publishing house..."

"About 150 years from now."

For some reason, this made Mrs. Meck even more excited.

……

After taking the bag full of coffee beans, Gao Yiyu knocked on the door, then pushed the door open and entered.

"Hi."

The windows were closed, and the fireplace was lit again, but Joannes rolled the quilt around her body and sneezed from time to time, and her little nose ruined the cloth around her...

"Hmph." She could even tell that her nose was stuffy...

"Awake?"

"Um... Ms. Rest and Delidoori told me that you pushed the window open..."

"Of course it's me—I brought you some coffee beans, which are said to be the best you can buy in Tsarist Russia."

"Oh?!"

Joannis sniffed her nose violently to clear up the terrible nasal congestion for a while, but Gao Yiyu tightly covered the bag so that she could not smell anything during the few seconds when her sense of smell returned... Soon, the nasal congestion Back again, Gao Yiyu untied the bag again.

Bearing Joannis' murderous gaze, Gao Yiyu calmly looked elsewhere——

"Deli Dolly, and Ms. Rest, didn't you say that Ioannis is a ghost of history... Then why did you catch the cold like this? I thought it was just pretending..." But in front of the coffee beans, Ioannis was like this honest……

"Because she was mentioned by the residents of this era, and the wandering soul has an anchor." The answer was Ms. Rest, her beautiful figure outlined in the air.

"...but didn't you mention that to Mrs. Maker?"

"Yes, I decided to do it after I learned that she had called the Ladies' Night Tea Party, so I went to her dream and told her about it last night... because, with one more helper, we can work together better. A chance to take the laurel wreath and the harp..."

But the helper catches a cold - which may not be what everyone expected...

Gao Yiyu pretended not to notice being stared at, but just put the bag of coffee beans in front of Joannis, making her look troubled.

"In the evening, some ladies want to hear you play, so I brought you this bag of coffee."

"Hmph, good." Joannis stopped sniffing recklessly, mainly due to lack of strength, "I thought this bag of beans was your sincerity to apologize...it turned out to be a dirty deal...and my musical talent I exchanged it for coffee beans..."

"Why don't you change it? I'm going to return it?"

"Change it—make it for me to drink."

After agreeing with a smile, Gao Yiyu of course also showed his sincerity: "Mr. Tchaikovsky still owes me compensation, and he is still holding my big red flower padded jacket...I don't intend to ask for money, but ask him to pay for our How about writing a song on the album?"

Joannis nodded immediately, no, it was more like poking a feather pillow with her chin: "Of course! No serious, complex, and grand symphony! It should be delicate and lovely! It is best to play a violin, keyboard, or lute. I know how to play the organ, and I want to play it myself!"

Now that another member of the band also agreed, Gao Yiyu immediately started to deal with it.

Finding letter paper and a pen, she wrote down——

"Dear Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky.

I am the minstrel by the Moskva River, I rescued you with a baroque guitar, considering your financial situation and career, I have no shortage of rubles, please write a piano sonata, or violin, lute and piano The concerto as compensation. "

After writing down the specific requirements, as well as the deadline of "as soon as possible", and "please send the score and my big red flower padded jacket, I am too busy to visit you at the Moscow Conservatory of Music", Gao Yiyu finally made the payment , to the attendant to send the letter.

Of course, it's not that I'm too busy to go to--

It's just too cold...don't want to leave the warm room.

After writing the letter, Gao Yiyu suddenly realized: "Then our album is pretty good."

"Huh? Why? Is the coffee ready?"

"It's starting to soak——Meow... Where's Meow? Come and boil the water? Damn, why are you burning in the fireplace..."

"I'm so cold... warm here."

After pulling out the poor little flame and injecting magic power to solve the coffee problem, Gao Yiyu returned to the previous topic.

"Keyboard player, you may not be conscious, but you are Bach...and now Tchaikovsky writes a piece..."

The things he experienced recently are always very strange, so Gao Yiyu only now realizes how terrible it is.But... the musicians themselves are not as perfect and great as their works... This makes the "terrible" feel indifferent, and it becomes interesting instead.

After listening, Joannis smiled, sniffed her nose hard, sniffed the aroma of coffee that she finally smelled, and was satisfied.

"What about you?" she asked in a nasal voice.

"I... I am an ordinary human being."

"We are just ordinary human beings, just like you. Not only that, but at your age, our value is probably less than a string of an instrument."

"So you mean, I'm going to be great later? Feel encouraged."

Joannis denied it: "I don't know, but I don't care. But we can also be happy for music, and we can also like each other as ordinary human beings..."

"I'm sure you'll like it."

"That's good... I hope you forget about the so-called great Bach, and you will always like me as an ordinary human being now and in the future." Joannis added, "Me too."

058 Sneezing

Sounds like being told "like" by a girl?Unexpectedly a little itchy.

But after saying this, without waiting for Gao Yiyu to react, Joannis sneezed hard, wiped it dirty, her nose turned red, it seems that she caught a cold unexpectedly...

"Here, it's hot."

"Although I can't smell it, it should be very fragrant."

After handing her the freshly brewed coffee, Gao Yiyu drove Miaomiao back into the fireplace. Of course, he didn't indulge it to keep warm, but just injected firepower to make the temperature of the room higher.Although there is enough fuel, the size of the house is too large, and the winter in Russia is really difficult...

Wrapped in a thick quilt, Joannis huddled into a shape close to a sphere. She stretched out her hand and held the sterling silver cup of coffee after wrapping up countless layers of fabric—this warmed her hands and made her feel warmer too. Stomach.

"Hmph, the novice made it... a waste of beans."

"That's not it."

Joannis raised the cup a few centimeters: "Come and see how bad your coffee making skills are?"

It's not that he likes coffee, and it's not that Joannis's kindness is hard to resist, but Gao Yiyu still wants to taste the taste of history.In particular, it is the taste of this history that is about to enter the twentieth century and can always be heard.

After taking the silver cup, Joannis immediately retracted her hands that were not covered, but her eyes were raised high.

"Speaking of which, the topic just now—" Gao Yiyu took a sip, very bitter, which made her look similar, "What do you like, what ordinary human beings..."

"what the hell?"

"We are a band, and the band has another set of rules. No matter what the band achieves, whether it is touted or even believed in by the world, it is another thing for the band members."

After returning the cup to her, Gao Yiyu continued.

"What we remember is each other before we became famous. You are an anonymous ghost, and I am a poor high school student... Even if you want to like it, you like it. So it is fundamentally wrong, you are nothing Ordinary human beings... but spiritual bodies contracted with coffee beans."

Joannis gulped down half of the glass, and even burped unceremoniously—but it was better than sneezing: "Okay, okay...then you like me too?"

"Then I said it when we met, I love your music deeply."

"...That's not me." Joannis finished in a low voice, with a very strange expression on her face, and she thought in her heart again.

Does this count as being called "love" by a girl?Or is it just about music?Also, the spirit body contracted with coffee beans?Why does this sound so cheap and humiliating... But it seems to be the truth... Then, is it called "love"?

……

In the courtyard, Mrs. Meck was sitting among the flowers and plants, doing a day's work.

Women like her who grew up in Russia can always tolerate the cold.

A couple of close-fitting cotton coats to keep your skin warm.

In order to be decent, he wore a black woolen coat outside.

I don't know which small animals' furs are also made into scarves and sleeves, all of which are enough for her to fight against winter.

Mrs. Meck's finger wrapped in black gauze is holding a pen, managing the property under her name.

A long time ago, she married an ordinary man who was in debt because of too many daughters.But relying on hard work and exposure to mysticism, their family quickly accumulated an extremely large wealth.

But her husband died young, and all this became hers—sitting on these wealth, she chose to live in seclusion and delve into the occult.Even so, she still has things to do with the railroad tycoon -- making sure the fortune is in her own hands.

At this time, a maid's hasty footsteps disrupted her train of thought.

"What's wrong?" Mrs. Meck said displeased.

"Madame, I am going to send a letter for your honored guest... Please, please excuse my uneducated behavior, but this letter will arrive today."

oh?VIP?Mrs. Meck is very interested in involving the person predicted by the devil.

She used a condescending gesture to ask the maid to come over with confidence. This move made the maid look terrified.

The servants also have their own circles and topics. The mysterious and unique story of the oriental bard, as well as his extremely beautiful face, spread up and down in just one night.

Apart from whispering, the maids are actually worried about offending each other because of all kinds of trivial things, and letting themselves be cursed or something. After all, Orientals are still mysterious...

Therefore, if Mrs. Meck opened the letter, it might cause anger and cause the entire room to be buried with her... Fortunately, Mrs. Meck was still polite, but she only knew where and to whom it was going to be sent.