Miss Bach's Crab Canon

After they walked through several windows, the short prelude came to an end.

Until now, Daphne, who was looking for more music, realized in a daze that they had left the warmth and returned to the cold winter in Russia.One left and one right, the girl took off the earphones for her, bringing all the facial features back to reality.

Including the heart of the goddess of laurel, they have already understood in this series of strange things-history is indeed a joke written by them.

And then--

Gao Yiyu and Joannis cast the final magic.

"Modern times are much warmer than here."

"You can make hot coffee anytime."

"...Please...be sure to take me away."

The cold wind mixed with crushed snow poured in from the window, and the three of them shivered, but reached an agreement with smiles.

……

The chaos in the Winter Palace has not intensified. After the industrial revolution, the big country has its own system. Even if a czar is likely to die, there are enough people alive to take care of the rest.

There was much less gossip, but a strange flow of words poured into the palace.

——I hope the successor can bring peace to the country.

No one knows when this new tone emerged, but it may have been conveyed ... or indirectly by Ms. Katya, and some wonderful, high-ranking, and enigmatic ladies.They did not tell the reason, only that this is the predicted future.

And in the depths of the gradually stabilized Winter Palace, humans, goddesses, and ghosts returned to the secret room hidden in the deepest part.

Traveling does not happen overnight, and even those in a hurry must pack their bags.

and--

During their temporary absence, a servant had already delivered fuel, offering warmth to the noble goddess hiding here.

In this regard, Joannis and Miaomiao kept silent in tacit understanding, and did not happily jump up and down when Gao Yiyu and Daphne were discussing "I heard that the heating really exploded, and the house leaked and it rained overnight". Come out and take responsibility for it.

"Daphne, what are you going to pack?"

"Clothes, daily necessities? I'm a clean freak. The tableware must be my own, and I always take it with me after I've used it for a long time."

It has been used for a long time... Judging from the identity of the goddess of laurel, it may even be used in ancient Greece?What a thick goddess patina... When Gao Yiyu thought about these impolite things, he found that the tableware was not what she expected.

But... a shovel, something that looks like a long sword, and... a small basin?

What is this all about?

Of course, Daphne noticed the confused eyes of humans, so she was both embarrassed and tried to cover up the explanation of embarrassment: "I, half of my essence is a plant... Sometimes... I, I want to find some soil to get close... ...it's a means of getting nourishment..."

"...Y-Yeah...Then may I ask, that extravagant-looking sword is used for pruning branches and leaves? I understand, it must be the same as cutting hair and shaving human beings."

But the goddess of laurel shook her head and denied: "No, besides being close to the soil, I also long for the sun. My body is too small, and I often can't reach the windows or it is very troublesome. So I took this sword from the king I used to partner with. , very light, very long, suitable for me."

"Oh……"

The sword was long, but thin and sharp, and looked like a wicker.Gao Yiyu didn't dare to imagine which king's treasure was taken away by her, but Gao Yiyu didn't know what to say for this purpose.In addition, the shovel and the small basin may also have some strange origins.

When Gao Yiyu and Daphne were chatting and packing their bags——

Joannis was not idle either, she was very curious about the structure of this secret room, and was also very interested in the display.

After all, this was the boudoir of an ancient Greek goddess.

However, she saw the laurel wreath beside the pillow at a glance. Those lush leaves were full and flawless, with surging magic power, as if they condensed the eternity of the universe.That's what they're here for, a historical relic of victory and poetry.

As a European, as a citizen of the Holy Roman Empire, this is the treasure where the soul of Rome resides, which made Joannis get closer excitedly.Of course she wanted to appreciate it carefully, and even wanted to sing a few ditties from ancient Rome to remember something.

"what?"

But... With a sound of doubt, she felt that there was something more worthy of attention.

Something is wrong with the pillow, why are there two indentations, one big and one small?The bigger one has a black hair on it?This... Joannis looked at the two of them secretly again, they seemed to be very harmonious and chatted well.

Joannis forgot her curiosity about the laurel crown and the excitement of being able to return to modern times, but fell into contradictions, bewilderment, and strange unhappiness.But—why, do you feel unhappy?This made it difficult for Joannis to understand.

Could it be...

She withdrew her gaze and looked at the bed, but once again, she cast her affectionate eyes on Gao Yiyu's profile.

As a ghost, as a musician, as a delicate religious person, she knows what emotions are welling up in her heart.

If she took Daphne back and combined with the indentation on the bed, she could already foresee that she would have to make the floor bed forever, and she would never have a chance to touch the bed again.

In this regard, Joannis fell into endless depression. There is no doubt that this is the source of her depression and sadness.

……

PS

(To me these days... well, I apologize for my cooing behavior these months, no physical problems, no family accidents, no outstanding problems at work, and no cats stepping on the keyboard to delete manuscripts, it is really the game too much It's fun.

I have been with dozens of old book friends for two months. It is worth mentioning that there are also many cute masters among them, who often call me to kill people, steal goods or go to the hole to make money... Well, most of the time, I call them.Especially when Peng Lao threw the blade at me and called me to go down the hole at the same time, it was really outrageous.

But this month, I lost 1200 blades to myself to show my ambition of full attendance in March, so I will code well in the future.

In addition, if some book friends who pre-ordered the physical book of the first volume of the color palette read this, I will explain it carefully. I really haven’t received the book yet, so I didn’t expect this to happen until more than three months ago. Did not send you...

In short, when it is time to ship, I will ask you again to confirm the address and the message to be written.I will also apologize for this and will send some small gifts... Like a leaf bookmark that I planted, picked, and made myself? )

078 The ghost traveling to the future

White flakes of snow drifted outside the windows, while train smoke rose upwards.

Apart from them, the constant, there was the sound—the pulse of the heart of steam.

However, Gao Yiyu didn't like this roaring sound very much, because every time it made a sound, it would vibrate along with the train itself.In this day and age, no matter how much money is spent on arranging separate carriages, it is impossible to completely cover it up.

But after taking two trips back and forth, I got used to it a lot, and Gao Yiyu wouldn't complain about it.

But she also has something to complain about.

"As you expected, the Tsar has indeed passed away. Oh, he should be called the last Tsar now. In short, as you expected, Alexander II was summoned by the Lord and passed away."

"This……"

In the luxuriously furnished compartment with fresh fruits, desserts, drinks, and warmth, the Mrs. Meck was reading the newspaper in her hand with a subtle smile.

On her aged face, the wrinkles were deepened by joy, coupled with the overwrapped black robe, she looked like a witch in a fairy tale book, feeling as if she was about to poison the apple—the truth On, probably about the same.

The newspaper in the hands of Mrs. Meck published the news of the assassination and death of the Tsar in the most prominent place, and the entire board was discussing this matter.But this happened three days ago, and the papers were published a day ago.For Gao Yiyu and his party who are now on their way home, this is just outdated news.

"Alexander II has done many bad things, provoked many wars, and made great efforts to attack the country... These are all unpleasant to you, so it is only natural that he has such a result..."

"I hope this...conforms to the original historical novel..." Gao Yiyu was very embarrassed.

"What profound words... Thank you for your philosophical words." Mrs. Meck smiled deeper, "At the same time, as you expected, as described, the future czar will be committed to calming down the country and embracing peace. So we've got some candidates."

"That's good... that's good."

I hope this is also in line with the original history...Gao Yiyu doesn't know much about the history of Tsarist Russia, but she is very clear about one thing, if these things deviate too much from the original track, then the historical demons will make trouble for herself .

She ate a few slices of fruit, the taste was simple and sweet, which was somewhat different from the modern taste, which was quite an interesting experience.

The juice stuck to her hands. After licking her fingers, she casually took the newspaper that Mrs. Meck handed over and wiped it off. She wanted to find a trash can before throwing it away, so she crumpled it up and stuffed it in her pocket. Continue to wait and see the snow outside the window.

They left St. Petersburg and the Winter Palace—with their harvest, Daphne.

It's not exactly a fun trip, but anyway, it'd be nice to get back sooner.

But there is one thing that Gao Yiyu is very concerned about - if the pop music demon summoned Daphne and the laurel crown, then why didn't the pop music demon participate in this history to forcibly plunder or stop Gao Yiyu and the others?

Before traveling, Gao Yiyu once thought that in this era, he would start a battle with the pop music demon around Daphne, maybe with music or strange magic...but nothing happened—— At least for now.

So, what is the reason?Gao Yiyu thought, this would enable her to know more about those mysterious worlds.

Because meddling with history is a nuisance in itself, because history is Deli Dolly's home game, or is it that the Pop Demon has run out of energy to do so?or……

Gao Yiyu had a bad idea.

For example--

They picked up Daphne and went back, and then the pop music devil would smile and say "Thank you for your hard work"?

"Speaking of which, the great Prophet, the great bard, you..."

"Ok?"

Mrs. Meck's faltering words interrupted Gao Yiyu's thoughts.

Through Mrs. Meck's hesitant attitude, as well as the pointing of her eyes and body language, Gao Yiyu quickly understood the other party's intentions. It was very simple. She was asking Daphne and had doubts about it-this is a matter of course .

When she drove to pick up Gao Yiyu, she found that the bard had led a little girl out of the Winter Palace, and she knew it was not a simple person—especially the queen came to see him off alone, which looked very strange mystery.

"Do you want to ask who she is?" Gao Yiyu asked.

"Yes."

"In the past, she had many names, which would exceed your imagination. She is a high-ranking existence in the mysterious world. But from now on, her title has become a member of our band, maybe the lead singer...or Harper? Anyway, that's who she is."

……

The train traveled peacefully all the way, and there was still no murder case that Gao Yiyu was thinking about.

"So, why do you keep asking if any passengers were killed?" When the night came to an end, the sun was blowing with powder snow, and the morning ushered in, Joannis asked Gao Yiyu who was on the opposite bed, "Did you have a premonition?"

"I just think this is a very classic fixed plot. When you traveled when you were young, you never thought that you would encounter a case. Did you find the key and solve the case?"

"...Modern people are talking weird things again." Joannis looked puzzled.

At a very short distance, the two girls fell asleep facing each other, looking at each other and chatting about these strange topics.

Gao Yiyu piled up the pillows, and said with a smile, "For example, a person died suddenly on this train, with stab wounds of various shades on his body..."

"What? I don't understand at all." Joannis imitated folding the pillow, even though she accidentally folded her long hair inside.

"That's good. After we go back, we have a lot of time to figure it out. Besides music, I have a lot of things I want to recommend to you."

"—Take me to understand too?"

At this time, a mesmerizing sweet voice quietly appeared between the two of them chatting.She can't cover the roar of the train, but she can make people forget it.

The familiar atmosphere between Gao Yiyu and Ioannis faded, and they both realized that it was going to be more lively than before.

In this regard, Gao Yiyu thinks this is very good, there are more coolies in the band.But Joannis is still looking at the wonderful sadness in her heart, and she can't seem to find the source.

She looked at the scene in front of her silently. Gao Yiyu was looking like a modern person, and said strange words to ancient people that they must not understand... This should belong to her daily life, right?Joannis suddenly realized something.

"However, those film soundtracks were actually learned from those modern academic classical musicians, especially Lao Chai...Old Chai wrote a score for us before, why don't you go back and sing your voice?"

"...Who is Old Chai?"

"A musician who will shine for generations to come."

Daphne had already been invited, and sat beside Gao Yiyu's bed, chatting with each other seemingly very intimately.But her expression was not good, like a mouse caught in a trap, cautious and fearful, as if she had suffered a loss once.

Squinting her eyes, Daphne asked cautiously: "That old Chai, is he a man?"

"Yes."

"Then do you plan to... scribble?" She asked more cautiously.

Gao Yiyu quickly shook his head and denied: "No, no, who would do such a thing! It's too weird." The long hair almost fell on Daphne's little face, although Daphne still looked distrustful.

They chatted happily, Daphne was very curious about everything in the future, Joannis just watched silently, lying on the folded pillow, her face was reddened.She didn't know when to interject, or how to talk, she just watched quietly.

Then, unknowingly——

"Let's go, have breakfast." Gao Yiyu suggested casually, and then got out of the bed, looking sassy and beautiful.

"..."

"You still want to sleep?" She seemed to be complaining about something.

"..."

"Joanice?"

"Um?!"

"Let's go, I'm going to have breakfast. I'll make coffee for you. What would you like to drink today?" As a result, Joannis was thrown off the quilt by her, and she roughly dragged her out of the bed—but strangely, seeing Joannis seems to be quite happy.

……

Even after the death of the Tsar, Moscow is not as sad as St. Petersburg, it is still it, heat, cold, art, wealth.Russians talk about world ambitions, wine, European art, aristocratic scandals, family affairs.

Although they were recorded on the mobile phone along the way back - but none of these had anything to do with Gao Yiyu.