Miss Bach's Crab Canon

Slightly square face, sagging skin, but those wide-eyed eyes that can give people hopelessness always reveal wisdom and depth.

In this way, the arrival of Mrs. Blavatsky announced the arrival of all the staff.

According to the routine, as the organizer, Mrs. Meck should give a speech, and then everyone recites some special words to the moonlight and stars, and then collectively meditates on the various aspects of the universe and the earth...

Next, those who are acquainted find a place to chat, and those who are not familiar try to get acquainted, either doing alchemy or exchanging mysterious experiences.In addition, there are also people who will make some transactions here-such as deciding the fate of a colonized country, or deciding which important people die of illness...but more topics revolve around-

"Madame, your perfume has the spirit of nutmeg . . . does it fascinate men?"

"It's not as good as your ring. Then there are advices from secret religion in it, which can make men fall into their arms?"

"According to my mysterious news, in a small country in Southeast Asia, there are some unique tribal magics that can summon so-called foxes to attach to women's bodies and increase their charm..."

However, after a brief exchange, Mrs. Blavatsky made a decision.

"We are gathered here to witness the person predicted by the devil. Before everything is routine, let us witness this supreme mystery—I can feel it, right above our heads."

There was no objection to this proposal.

After all, the most powerful, wealthy, and beautiful ladies and ladies in Europe come all the way here, and that's why.

But unfortunately, as the appointed protagonist of the gathering, Gao Yiyu may still have a male instinct, but he strongly resists going downstairs...

060 Night in the outskirts of Moscow

In order to satisfy the participants, as the host here, Mrs. Meck had to come to the second floor in person, standing in front of the door of the guest room with fear and expectation, ready to invite her to appear on stage.

Mrs. Meck was worried about disturbing the bards, because these bigwigs in the mysterious field locked themselves in the door, and they usually had something to do.It may be to hold a ceremony, or it may be to communicate with the soul. The interruption of the outside world will always make all this fall short.

Therefore, Mrs. Meck carefully checked the surroundings, and there was no such obvious "do not disturb" sign, and there was no smell used for the ceremony from the door...

After confirming——

"Hi, excuse me..."

After speaking politely, Mrs. Meck gently knocked on the door with her fingers wrapped in black gauze.

She pressed her voice into the crack of the door as much as possible: "The ladies are here, we hope you can come forward and show the mystery, because everyone is gathered here because of you."

"—I know, but the time has not come, please wait."

A response finally came from inside the door, which made Mrs. Meck feel more at ease.She wrote the invitation letter, and the tea party was also held on her territory. If everyone came all the way and the bard ran away, then she wouldn't be able to get along in the future...

Fortunately, the bard is very face-saving.

As for timing?Mystery needs timing, no problem with that, and such a promise would be enough to get Mrs. Maker to go off on a errand.She would not take the liberty to ask when the time will come, that would make her look like a rash novice.

"Then do you need anything from me?"

"Open the lid of the piano and make sure it is in good condition. Put a cup of hot tea next to it, it should be very warm, the kind that can cure colds is the best..." The bard at the door paused for a few beats, and then spoke very friendly Explained, "It's kind of good for the wandering souls here."

"Understood!"

With her attendants, Mrs. Meck was ready to return to the venue.

But at the same time, hot tea...cures a cold...the words swelled in her mind.It should be some kind of mysterious term, a test that can't be said directly?Some natural fruits and plants are used as herbal medicine in the folk... It seems to be referring to this... Anyway, this represents the bard's profound knowledge in the field of mysterious plants.

When Mrs. Maker left the second floor—

Gao Yiyu, who is inside the door, is not willing to be a person who waits for the opportunity.

Destiny should be in her own hands, and she should take the initiative to seize the opportunity—she caught Joannis who was hiding under the quilt.

"Call us."

Through the thick quilt, Joannis felt very delicate to the touch, like buying a beggar's chicken when she was extremely hungry, and the outside was covered with mud and lotus leaves... But she knew very well in her heart, Filled with tender and soft meat.

"But it's so cold, the night is colder than the day." It's a pity that the meat is not happy.

"That's for sure, but we made an appointment to play the harp for them, otherwise we wouldn't have a chance to get the laurel wreath and the harp."

"I can go out warm, then I have no objection, otherwise I will keep sneezing, and my nose and saliva will be sprayed on the piano... That, that is ugly, I don't want to do this in front of the audience... and you. Speaking of it , I don’t know who caught my cold.”

Gao Yiyu was a little confused, she was also a girl, how could this German be so cold-tolerant... Wait.

Gao Yiyu reached into the quilt and touched it——

Light, matte... This is... This is the dress that Joannis wore when she was a wandering soul... And if you go deeper with your hands, you can touch the smooth and delicate skin. I can feel the tender skin.

"What are you...doing..." Ioannis was confused.

"Why are you only wearing a skirt..."

"Then...isn't that different from the agreement? I'm here with you. I agreed to be just a spectator. Even the cold winter in Russia didn't affect me...It turned out to be cold when I came here."

"Oh, you have been noticed by the locals of this era... so you have changed from a spectator to a witness..."

No wonder, it turned out that Joannis was still wearing that thin dress when she changed back... Afterwards, she was still under the quilt, even when she went downstairs. It was so tightly covered that Gao Yiyu didn't notice it, thinking She is getting dressed.

That's fine.

Gao Yiyu immediately found the things out of the luggage, took them, and got into Joannis' bed.

"You...you didn't do enough before, why did you bring yourself in..."

"Don't move, I'll bring you something warm."

"Warm? Then... then you... Lord, forgive me..." Joannis felt that not only her face but also her body became warm due to some strange emotion. Could it be Gao Yiyu's effect?No, it's not...but it's getting a little hot.

Joannis could feel someone moving under the covers—and then something hotter.

She noticed that her foot was being pinched, and then, a strange feeling went from her fingertips, to her ankle... to her calf... Wait, isn't this a hand?But some kind of fabric, thick fabric!

"what did you do to me……"

"I'll put on long johns for you!" Gao Yiyu took the opportunity to stretch out his head for a breather, then slipped back in to complete the unfinished business.

The quilt is pitch black, and you can only rely on your senses and the touch of your hands. Fortunately, it is very easy to distinguish a pair of girls' legs.This pair of spare long johns was put on Joannis Sebastian Bach's lap like this, and it will undoubtedly warm up soon.

Joannis looked at the ceiling with a dull expression, thinking about the many candles on the crystal chandelier...

etc--

She suddenly felt itchy all over her body, and the human in the quilt moved from her lower body to her upper body.Just like exploring where her legs were before, Gao Yiyu's hands were messing around again: "Mother, how can you untie this skirt, there are no buttons or zippers...Damn it, it's actually tied."

"You, what are you going to do to me...don't...don't touch it..." Joannis was very shy, thinking that it was once a bow.

"Of course it's for you to wear thermal underwear."

"Oh...then I'll wear it myself."

Just like that, Joannes, who had long johns on her lower body, thermal underwear on her upper body, a long sweater, and a men's long down jacket, got out of the quilt dully.Outside, there was already a guitarist with disheveled hair but a confident face.

"How about it, is it hot? Come on, put on these fluffy cotton mops and knitted socks too. I don't have any extra trousers for you, but you are a spirit body, so just make do with it. You're all wrapped up in the quilt anyway. pass."

But Joannis, who was getting warm and heavy, just shook her head: "Oh."

"...Why did you suddenly sigh?"

"In your modern music, there are also many sad songs."

"Of course! For example, in our current environment, "Evening in the Suburbs of Moscow" is actually a somewhat sad famous song. How many verses shall I sing for you?"

Whatever, Joannis didn't even want to speak.

Gao Yiyu, on the other hand, cleared his throat, smiled and sang the old song that belonged to his father's generation: "My sweetheart...sit beside me?, secretly watching me...silently..."

Joannis's face looked warmer.

……

In the hall downstairs, the mysterious atmosphere is even stronger.

The exhaustion accumulated from the journey was quickly dispelled by the excitement of gathering together, as well as Mrs. Meck's generous meals and fireplace.In low, hoarse voices, the ladies talked about the problems of Europe—or even the world.But most of the content is war, turmoil, revolution...

But occasionally, the ladies will look up at the stairs, wanting to see if the so-called time has come for the person who was prophesied in the legend.

But in the middle of the tea party, the other party still didn't come out.

"It's snowing." I don't know who said that.

The ladies raised their heads and looked out of the window, the cold wind blowing snow, they swept away what should have been a wide field of vision.It seems that you don't expect to leave this house tonight...

Snow means nothing to Russians, it's a normal part of everyday life, so the country's ladies quickly lose interest.On the contrary, those people from warm countries will take a closer look and try to use snow as a topic to chat with their companions about some interesting topics.

and so--

The wives who were paying attention to Xuehua didn't notice right away—she was coming.

The first thing that made a sound was Mrs. Meck's gasp, and soon, people responded one after another.Without exception, they were all surprised, and some people lost their etiquette and stood up directly out of curiosity.

With the snow-covered floor-to-ceiling windows as the background, she stood on the red carpet on the second floor, overlooking the entire tea party and every lady.

The ladies looked up at her, some of them hurriedly found out their glasses and put them on, and some of them involuntarily took a few steps closer.The mansion is so quiet that even the sound of snowflakes hitting the branches can be heard—however, everyone has the same sentence in their hearts.

"She's so beautiful!" It was a look that women could immediately recognize.

Dressed like a baroque bard from an opera, she took off her hat and held it in her hand, her black hair was parted in the middle and hung down like silk on her sides.

Her skin was white and ruddy, more alive than crystal.

The unique black eyes revealed a mystery that one dare not look directly at.

What's even weirder is——

Beside her, there is a light.

"...and...and the flame...have a psychic connection!" The one who broke the silence was the astonished old Mrs. Blavatsky, who exclaimed in a hoarse voice, "What was written in the ancient scriptures... unexpectedly ...is it real?"

The lingering light around Gao Yiyu was exactly that flame.

Miaomiao has received Gao Yiyu's generous magic power, and is burning herself splendidly—in fact, it is mainly used to keep warm.But Miaomiao is still very proud, because the mansion uses a lot of candles, and it thinks that it is the king, and the flame of any candle it likes can fuse with it.

Accompanied by Miaomiao's winding style, Gao Yiyu went down step by step, approaching the tea party of the wives.

She didn't say a word, but she had already proved that she was worth coming for them.

The ladies were also shocked to realize that the "person" beside her who they thought was an attendant was, in fact, floating clothes.

061. Easy to move

But with regard to this floating pile of laundry, they all have the knowledge to deduce the answer.

spirit body.

This is exactly what Mrs. Meck introduced at the tea party just now—that mysterious bard, accompanied by a spirit body.It is said that it is bound by the coffee secret contract of the ancient Queen of Sheba, and is extremely good at music. It probably made a deal with a high-ranking demon to confuse people.

The ladies pay lip service to it, but don't really believe it.

Today, facts speak louder than words.

Gao Yiyu walked towards them—with psychic flames, and with human clothes...or spirit bodies that bound power with clothes.There is no doubt that this is the oriental bard who was prophesied by the devil to descend on the land of Russia.

"Greetings!" The old lady Blavatsky immediately expressed her respect, and she put her right hand into the left half of the windbreaker.

"Hello, old lady." Gao Yiyu nodded, mainly because he didn't know each other.However, there is a common opening line for the elderly, "How is your health?"

Madam Blavatsky's eyes immediately lit up, which was the response to her hiding her hand.

In "Exodus 4:6-7" in the Bible, the Lord tested Moses in this way, and asked him to put his hand into his clothes twice. Teach Moses how to exercise divine authority correctly.

Therefore, what the bard said about "how is the body" accurately responded to her greeting!Old Mrs. Blavatsky was very excited, never in her life, to witness the arrival of such a great person who performs miracles and is so young at the same time...

Seeing this, although only some people understood, they all did the same thing and performed the same hand-holding salute.

However, the bards did not respond one by one—they also understood that they were far inferior to Mrs. Blavatsky in terms of qualifications and mysterious achievements, and they were indeed not worthy of a response.But the bard did not send them away, but acquiesced in their existence, which is already a blessing.

Gao Yiyu waved his hand, and Miaomiao immediately understood - the master doesn't need it for warmth anymore!Because there are so many people... It's already quite warm to be together.So Miaomiao was free, but she had nothing to do, so she simply went to make out with the flames on the candles—mainly because Miaomiao also wanted to keep warm.

This became an unexplainable miracle in the eyes of the ladies, but the bard didn't want to explain anything.

She just found a comfortable place to sit, thinking about what to do to spend this embarrassing time...

At this time, another respectable old lady, the lonely poet Emily Dickinson, sensed the bard's intentions, and was the first to seize the opportunity to ask her own question.

"If you want to clarify for us, then I have a question."

Gao Yiyu looked at her, the middle part of her head was pushed back, her facial features were somewhat dull, I always felt that I had seen them in textbooks or extracurricular books... Forget it, who is not a person who has left a name in history... Thinking of the previous experience, Gao Yiyu gained confidence.

"Excuse me."

"I have a mysterious book in Latin that should be handed down from the ancient Roman era, but in the United States, there are not many people who master this language, most of them are theologians. Considering the content, it is inconvenient for me to ask them and linguists... I don't know you..."

Latin?This is unfortunate, last time to catch Joannes, in addition to German, Deli Dolly also gave her Latin skills. I thought this dead language was useless.