Miss Bach's Crab Canon

Yesterday, they tried playing that old antique. Although the timbre and pitch were surprisingly terrible, there was one thing that was not a problem—that is, the feedback speed of the sound after touching the keys.

It is very fast and sensitive.

Inside the piano, there is a set of somewhat complicated string-hitting structure. Using the principle of leverage, the keys played by human hands are connected with many wooden twists and turns.

In most pianos, cutting corners, lack of production experience, transportation damage and other reasons will cause problems with the mechanical structure of this set of hammers. The first manifestation is the slow response after pressing the keys.

But yesterday, the feedback of those sounds was very fast.

Therefore, Gao Yiyu fantasizes like this—maybe that piano can still be saved.

"Let me say it first." Joannis was very clear about Gao Yiyu's thoughts, "If it is an instrument of my era, I can guarantee that I can repair it well, but for things like pianos, I am only in the last few years of my life. I've heard of it, but I haven't really understood it, I just understand the principle."

"And you don't like the piano."

"No, it's just that the harpsichord is enough for me," Ioannis commented, "I've listened to a lot of pieces, I know the piano's tone, its range...it's a perfect foundation for a musical Ben, but not those gorgeous flowers, you understand?"

"Of course, its timbre is a straightforward statement. Although the structure of strong and weak changes, sustain, wide range, soundboard and multiple strings endows it with natural loudness and harmonics, it is only a statement. ...but your harpsichord is a metaphor."

Ioannis is delighted that she understands herself, and she understands the other person, even though the conversations are highly ambiguous.

But she also understands the disadvantages of the harpsichord. Even though it sounds gorgeous, it is only a decorative flower, not a cornerstone.

"So, I..." Joannis said what she really cares about, "Even if you give me a good piano, I may not be able to play the music you expect... I don't really understand It, even if we work hard to fix it, I may let you down."

She doesn't want to disappoint those who understand.

But Gao Yiyu didn't care.

"It must be the piano."

……

Accompanied by the occasional chat, they walked to the familiar street.

This is the most desolate place in the city, with abandoned factories and old Soviet-style buildings without people.But it is also the most free place, no matter how indulgent the notes are, no one will complain about disturbing the people.

It's just - today is different.

The foreign matter mixed into the city is here.

"There is a car."

"The convoy..."

There are more than a dozen vehicles with black license plates that Gao Yiyu has never seen before, and they are lined up near the deserted and overgrown streets.

She felt that she had seen that kind of car logo on TV or somewhere, it was very expensive!But completely unfamiliar, let alone understand the style.The only feeling is that this thing is very wrong.

Using Xuxu as an example, this place was originally a special area for a group of German cockroaches, and those small and delicate German cockroaches should have been the only ones here.But one day, the American cockroach came—it was huge, sensitive, tough, and even had two wings!They're effortless and exude distinct layers.

Gao Yiyu was discouraged, so why not go home?If you think about it with your brain, you know that these things will get together here, and it's not good to be a motherfucker.

However, it is natural to be curious.Gao Yiyu and Joannis exchanged glances, and they both tacitly reached an agreement.

Gao Yiyu is a living human being, and there must be problems walking over it-but the ghost, the musical ghost whose existence no one knows, is as free as ever.

"It's only convenient at times like this..."

Joannis strode forward, ready to take a look, what are these bastards driving such a cool motorcade over here for?And Gao Yiyu made preparations, took advantage of the fact that the owners of these cars were not around, fled to the corner and squatted, waiting for news from Anis.

It should be so.

Unfortunately, she made a mistake.

The neatly arranged cars were not all of the convoy, and the sound of the engine sounded from behind.

The engine sound of the American cockroach is also completely different, just like the piano made in Vietnam, compared with the sound made by the performer's contribution that is only used once a year in the Steinway constant temperature room in New York.Ashamed to say, Gao Yiyu can even hear the tune of the engine...

It was also at this moment that the hesitation caused by the music made her miss the best time to escape.

The car had no doubt seen her.

Oops, the situation is not good... But Gao Yiyu didn't panic, she wasn't the kind of person who was stupid and couldn't control her body language.

This is her hometown, and she happened to walk across a passerby in the early morning, not to mention wearing a mask.Even if you think about it with Joannis's ass, you know that these guys are most likely aimed at them, but what can they do to passers-by wearing masks?

Gao Yiyu made the most ordinary reaction, glanced at those cars, then put his hands in his pockets dismissively, and continued on his way freely and quietly.

……

ps

(I should be able to attend full attendance this month. Although I have used 4 leave slips, I can still attend full attendance! After I think about it, I may open a reward for a re-update to add more...)

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The third...the fourth.

Gao Yiyu stared at the front of the road, and only used his peripheral vision to count how many cars passed him.

Their wheels, like Gao Yiyu's feet, never stopped... That's good.No extra problems, just let her go back and avoid these strange guys of unknown origin.

I have to say that their ostentation is really not small.

It is estimated that any one of these luxury cars can be exchanged for what the band urgently needs at present, such as a recording studio with a good piano and good drums, which is definitely more than enough.But such an expensive tin box, but it is really troublesome to go to this kind of waste factory in such a dense manner.

Gao Yiyu's only worry is - are they the minions of the pop music devil?

The fifth vehicle had just passed by, and no silhouette could be reflected in the dark-coated bulletproof glass.

The sixth car...

There is still one last car to say goodbye to danger.

Gao Yiyu felt a little relieved, he should be safe - unfortunately, this was an illusion.

The windows of the last car were not tightly closed like those of the previous cars, but were wide open.Before seeing what kind of person was sitting inside, Gao Yiyu first heard a strange voice.

In 3/4 time... piano sound?

A few brisk notes pass, it's in the key of E flat.

Compared with the tires rubbing against the asphalt road, the sound of crushed gravel from time to time, the chorus of engines supporting each other, Gao Yiyu's own footsteps, and the little noise between clothes and the morning wind - that piano is much more clear.

It flows freely from the inside of the car through the unobstructed windows.

That's... Gao Yiyu was attracted.

When the music spread to a farther place, the ghost who ran to the front and was about to investigate the enemy's situation was also attracted.

The piece... is "Minuet."It was written by Mr. Tchaikovsky, who had a relationship with them once, a fateful friendship, and a relationship between the frozen red padded jacket and the baroque guitar. Still a very low profile song.

Compared with Tchaikovsky's other great works, this is just a piano piece that no one cares about.

However, Gao Yiyu knew very well that this was a ditty that Joannes played to the wives in Tsarist Russia at that time.

What's terrible is that in that timeline, this piece of music was never created at all. Joannis listened to the offline music on Gao Yiyu's phone and used it to meet her errands.This kind of ditty that no one cares about should not cause any problems...

Can--

The seventh and last car passed Gao Yiyu.

Then stopped.

Because before the car stopped, Gao Yiyu couldn't help looking into the car window with surprised eyes, and got a response from the passenger.

An old man, smiling, played this piano piece with a delicate portable speaker.

"You recognize this song." It was in Russian, but it was understandable to Gao Yiyu, who was endowed with this language by Deli Duoli.

He spoke to Gao Yiyu, and the old man who played this song was an old woman with unfathomable age.

She was wearing a very decent cashmere dress and light makeup.

Her long pale silver hair was thinning, and her glasses were decorated with tortoiseshell and gold rims.

That is the face of a beauty who ages naturally, accepts her own aging, and reaches a reconciliation with time.

"I recognize you." The other party switched to Latin and smiled deeper.

But I don't know you...and I don't understand what you're talking about—Gao Yiyu wanted to answer like this, and then pretended to be a complete passerby, and just walked away like this, fooling the past.

But her heart didn't allow it.

Because she is very, very familiar with this old woman.

Ah... the unknown noble lady whom I met in the carriage?I made an agreement with her to exchange the prophecy for the piano... It's her, and it's not right.Gao Yiyu shook his head, he was not alone, what's more, there were nearly 200 years between that time and today, even the top players of this era couldn't live for so long.

It must be the descendants of that noble lady.

Gao Yiyu let out a sigh of admitting defeat. Sometimes, facing some things candidly and generously can make her feel more comfortable.

She took off her mask and smiled at the old woman.

She didn't speak, and neither did the other party.

There was only a brief sound of the piano, and the walk was over.

Joannis came back from the front because she was too curious, and stood beside Gao Yiyu.Daphne, who had been ignoring the world and obsessed with modern knowledge, also recovered from the stack of A4 papers in her hand, and looked up to observe everything in front of her.

In this supposedly quiet street, the old lady who came from an unknown country stared at Gao Yiyu's face, sobbing softly.

The driver and his family members panicked because of the old woman's reaction.The cars that had already passed by in front stopped in a panic, regardless of the sense of ceremony, and they were all curious about what happened behind them.

But the old lady just waved her hand lightly, signaling them to be quiet with her tear-stained white gloves.

There are only memories in her eyes, and her when the memories become reality.

"I know you. As far back as I can remember, I have seen paintings depicting you, which were hung in the mysterious hall of our family." The old woman spoke slowly, in a language modified by reminiscence.

"It seems that those painters are quite naughty." Gao Yiyu spoke for the first time.

"I, I'm sorry, but grandma... loves you deeply, so she contacted those painters who worked for you, and tried to paint a portrait of you based on memories and modifications. Repin, Kramsko According to...their techniques and paints, what they outline is actually reality."

It wasn't until this moment that Gao Yiyu felt the wonder in it.

She who has traveled through history has indeed... left traces.

Then it becomes the root that influences history and human beings with flesh and blood and soul.

It was also the first time that she seriously felt how heavy the persuasion, admonition...even cursing of Deli Duoli's "don't affect the process of history" was in essence.

Gao Yiyu closed his eyes and fell into memories.

But that is not a recollection of distant time and space, but just a few days ago, wrapped in winter snow and the cold side.Gao Yiyu still remembered the gentle face of the noble lady whom the old woman called her grandmother, and the changes in her emotions when she was about to say goodbye after receiving the prophecy.

But after a while, those memories will be blurred.

Just like the history that has been weathered.

"I remember her."

……

Many people of various races wearing suits, sunglasses, and briefcases in their hands performed the standard tasks they were given, and sealed off the surrounding area of ​​this street.

Gao Yiyu really wanted to tell them that because the city had already decayed, no one lived around here, and no one would come here at all.But after thinking about it again, didn't I, Joannes, Daphne, Deridoli... and this old lady who could be called an old friend also come?

The current Gao Yiyu is not an ordinary high school student in this era, but the bard who sang in history.

But no matter what identity, even no matter what gender or life, she is still her.

"I wasn't raised by my grandmother."

The old woman's legs and feet have been eroded so slowly by the years.

But she only needs crutches and does not need the support of other people.

She and Gao Yiyu walked together and walked into the factory that was abandoned by humans but treated tenderly by nature.

"Because my grandmother is the miracle creator of family revival, she has an extremely accurate insight into the situation, avoided all disasters and troubles, and managed the wealth smoothly. She is an unattainable existence, even a direct child like me is not qualified Spend more time with her."

The little animals here are not afraid of the old lady, maybe they know that her spirit and body are ready to return to the nature of all things.

Her words would not disturb the birds, but calmly told the bard what happened to those histories.

"We used to think that grandma was so indifferent and aloof... But that's not the case. Grandma just misses you, but whenever she has a little time, she will be with the portrait, sinking into her own memories, and can't care about others."

"...my portrait."

"Your portrait."

They didn't talk about where they were going, nor did they avoid the sun or the shadows, they just followed the talk, and moved forward naturally.

"Grandmother has a favorite piece of music, which was composed by Mr. Tchaikovsky of Russia when she was young. It is said that when she heard that piece of music, grandma cried for a long time... But this is something I don't know, it's just that The first song is still with my grandmother in her later years."