Miss Bach's Crab Canon

"Can?"

"—Because I want to hear it too." Deridoli responded mischievously, "but it's expensive."

102·Correct

"What should I pay as a price?" Gao Yiyu asked the demon.

To the other humans in this church, she is just someone who speaks to the air.

But in the air, this invisible existence can dominate almost everything.

Fortunately, she is kind.

——That price tag is very special.

"I will take part of the lives of everyone present, about 20 days per person, to balance the blank history. This is also the construction time that should have been. But relatively, the pipe organ will be built tonight."

"Including us?"

"Yes, but these lives are not worth much to me. I can only regard this as an investment. Do you understand? You who signed the contract with me should understand?"

understand... what?Under the gaze of Deli Duoli, Gao Yiyu thought about it.

The devil in that black mist is always unpredictable, even if you can chat with her very closely about music and about Anis, you can also scold each other with him-of course, Deli Duoli is public, Gao Yiyu is in the heart.But when it comes to these serious moments, Deli Dolly always feels creepy.

But fear is no reason to stand still.

De Lidoli calls this a...investment?Invest to make a profit, and make a profit to... maybe pay back something?

Gao Yiyu figured it out quickly, because she hoped that Deli Dolly, who had little magic power left, would make a move to overdraw time for Joannis's performance.And now she has borrowed 20 days of these people's lives as the principal, if she doesn't earn enough profit to pay interest on these principals in the future, something terrible may happen...

"Yes, it's scary."

As always, Deli Duoli took her answer directly from Gao Yiyu's heart, but this time he expressed his satisfaction.

"After all, it is you who grasped the essence of things so quickly. And if you are really willing to overdraw the future, then the principal will be handed over to you, and within a certain period of time, you need to pay them with interest Give it back to me."

"...sounds so abstract that I don't understand it at all."

"Always understand."

Moreover, Deli Dolly did not reconfirm the option.

She is not a domestic software that is stuck on the computer and does not want to leave. When uninstalling, she has to confirm repeatedly, and then leaves many remaining files and reluctantly agrees to be driven away.And while the user is still hesitating, just brush the mouse lightly, and the domestic software that will check in without mercy.

She agreed to Gao Yiyu's overdraft request and executed it immediately.

At first, the one who noticed something was wrong was still Jialina who had some magic power and common sense of magic.

Her skin seemed to have been pricked by something, and the silver hair that stored magic power was crackling, as if it had been subjected to countless static electricity.But she has no time to take care of these, because she saw the weirdness.

While observing, she took out an old monocle from her bag, and through the lens, she tried to observe what was in the church.

—but all she saw was a cloud of black mist.

And it lasted less than a second, and the extremely expensive special magic item was turned into pieces because it couldn't bear it.

She felt herself plunged into the undulating pool, body and soul confounded, heaving, swaying, submerged with the wave machine.

She felt that she had become a part of the world, no, she was originally, but her consciousness had returned to an incomparably deep place, merging with the countless consciousnesses sleeping in it.

Stone can sing how it was cut, and wood can recall every bit of itself as a tree.Other people's experiences and feelings are like waves, becoming this vast drop in the depths of the world, gently rippled, and shouted loudly in the consciousness of oneness.

But in Gao Yiyu's view, it was just Deli Duoli thinking about the poem.

—A few short lines of poetry to be written in the book of History.

The whole world has become a book in the hands of Deli Duoli, and she can turn to the required number of pages with her only open hand.

Then he picked up a rather fashionable fountain pen, dipped ink from nowhere, and rewrote history on it.

"In this church where no gods lived, people miraculously completed the 20-day workload. Everything has a cause and effect, and they will definitely usher in the end of their personal history 20 days earlier."

Once again, Gao Yiyu witnessed the condensed moment of history changing.

All workers have their fate manipulated, possibly without even realizing it.Only Jialina, the little princess who has already started and possesses magical powers, unfortunately because of her own extraordinaryness, realizes that she has been involved in some kind of miracle, but she cannot understand even the slightest bit.

Daphne did not remain silent, but stared at Deridoli: "Demon of history, you... Forget it, it's nothing, we are companions, right?"

"I promise, yes, from the past to the present to the future."

"yes……"

Time flies by, centered on this church.

The amount of 20 days is completely concentrated, and here it becomes 2 hours.

Gao Yiyu carefully considered the words to explain, approached Joannis cautiously, wanted to explain to her what happened now, and told her that she would be able to play the organ soon.

But——Joannis didn't even pay attention to this at all, and her gaze never deviated from the construction of the pipe organ from the beginning to the end.

Even if the history is distorted and Deli Duoli overdraws the future and performs miracles, Gao Yiyu seems to be burdened with a huge and strange debt, and the position of the sun is quickly deflected...

Joannis didn't notice all this.

She only cares about one thing.

"Ah... the tuning is over, it's built."

Only she, who did not cater to the rewriting of the history of Deli Dolly, used her extraordinary concentration to fully experience the construction of the pipe organ from zero to one.

As Ioannis said, the organ has been built and given its final fine tuning and is in perfect condition.

Daphne looked out of the dome, and it was already dusk before she knew it... If she was a mortal, she would feel that the time was lost for two hours, and there would never be any harm to the organ that was built in two hours. Confuse.

Mortals without magical powers cannot even detect being manipulated.

And the manipulator took her seat, sitting in the row behind Gao Yiyu, she leaned against the corridor in the middle, and became an audience: "It's been a long time, you and my favorite musician, her real performance...is not right, she Not magical, but precious enough."

"Joannis..." Gao Yiyu wanted to say something.

"Well, I'm here."

"just--"

Joannis shook her head quickly: "You don't need to explain to me, because I can't understand so many troublesome things, and instead I will only be laughed at by you... I only know that you have done a lot for me. I also know that you are willing to listen My playing, right?"

"Ah."

"That's good." She stood up.

The precious light of the setting sun, before leaving this side of the earth, reflected the colorful light on her skirt through the decorated stained glass.

Those glasses don't depict biblical stories.

Instead, in the initial stage of construction, according to Gao Yiyu's request, other pictures were depicted instead.As a memorial, the stained glass became a comic strip of her oral story.

At the tea party, the most inconspicuous noble lady.

On the carriage, the noble lady who promised the future.

A dying man who sent a piano in his old age.

Her descendants who arrived on the promised day and apologized for their ancestors.

Very similar to the noble lady, the little princess who just started writing her life...

—and bards who hide secrets, but try to give back to them.

What those glasses depict is the story between the Lomonosov family who sent pianos, pipe organs, and stories, and a modern person, spanning hundreds of years.

Joannis walked forward, raised her head, looked out, her presence was more eye-catching than all these.

at the same time--

"I delivered it to you, this piano."

The workers who couldn't see her were still dedicated to their work, although they murmured that they had lost something.The leader among them, a senior organ master in charge of engineering and design, walked up to Gao Yiyu and Jialina, announcing the end of the project.

And, to express dignity.

"Miss Galina, and this unknown but so beautiful oriental lady," said the organ master, "you have recruited us like toys from our hometowns and families with money and brutal power. , throwing it to a foreign country to build a pipe organ, we are very dissatisfied with this."

"I understand." Gao Yiyu nodded.

"Out of professionalism, if it's for an excellent performer... No, even a person who really wants to learn and understand the organ, or a researcher, we can barely bear it. But there is only one thing-"

With fearless eyes, he provokes Party A, a monster with power and capital.

"If this pipe organ is just to satisfy your interests, after it is built, it will be left here in the cold, or if it is just an decoration of someone's mansion...then our entire industry would rather die than have anything to do with you people who are connected.”

The pipe organ is an industry that has dried up its share and exists almost only as a historical heritage.

Whether it is a pipe organ player, or an instrument repairer or manufacturer, they are all in the same harmonious, close and united small circle.Their unity and manifesto is serious and achievable.

They just don't want the hard-working musical instruments to become a plaything for the rich to show off and lose their essence.

Both Jialina and Gao Yiyu understand this.

"Our Lomonosov family will never shame the music." After speaking, she and the representative turned to Gao Yiyu, "Please accept it and try it out."

"--it is good."

But Gao Yiyu was not responding to them.

——It was responding to the ghosts of the old era who took their seats.

Standing in front of the three rows of black and white keys on the bandstand, she was waving at Gao Yiyu with a smile that the setting sun could not erase, and she kept making gestures of "please come to me" as if she was flattering a wild cat.

Gao Yiyu walked the path she had walked and approached the organ.

Hundreds of workers, men and women, of different nationalities and races, all tired, hungry, smelly of sweat, and noisy, entered the church together and sat down proudly.Someone closed the door, someone took a photo with satisfaction, and someone proposed to keep quiet.

But everyone is looking—looking at everything that has allowed them to live here, working all night to finally build it, and feeling a sense of accomplishment.

Everyone is waiting again—waiting for the owner of the church and the organ to play the keys. Is she a performer?Or a layman who can only play a few notes casually?

The sunset is over.

The dark colors shrouded the church, but no one wanted to turn on the lights or light candles, because a wonderful atmosphere made them all hold their breath.

She also walked to the bandstand, in the gloom.

"Do you want to turn on the light?" Gao Yiyu asked softly.

Joannis shook her head, pointing to a position a little higher on the top row of keyboards, where there was a small electronic display.

It is used to indicate the volume of the pedal and to store the number of the stop - before Gao Yiyu said it, he understood that Joannis didn't want to ask the purpose of this thing, but just smiled reassuringly, indicating that the screen Light, is enough to play.

She deliberately reserved a place for Gao Yiyu to sit beside her.

Then he pulled up a stop, closed his eyes, and pressed the keys in complete darkness.

"—?"

The church was completely silent because the sound passed by.

That is the sound of greatness, that is the sound of vastness, that is the sound of light that connects past and future.

Joannis stepped on the pedal with her small feet.

Then—the roar resounded.

It calls out to the deepest pipes, makes the growl go through all things, awakens the earth, and rings the sky.

Only those who have experienced it can understand what music is.Even the makers who are familiar with the organ subverted their own understanding of music for the first time.Only the keys in her hands can call for music.Otherwise, it is pure vibration.

But this is just a test phrase used by great musicians to test the state of the organ.

"It's beautiful. From now on, please travel with me." Joannis murmured softly.

She, without any magical power, resonated with the organ.

By fingers, by pedals.

She pressed one key after another, her hands, fingers, and feet, calling for miracles one after another.

Each time the brand-new pipe howls through the body, mind, and soul of each listener, it becomes more mellow in itself.

It is a miracle only at this moment, because this is a newly born organ, and those pipes that have never vibrated are played by the best people and endowed with the best vibrations.Every melody of it will become more colorful next time.

Like a brand new earth, it is empty, but it becomes more beautiful because of the birth of every life.

Like her heart—every day, she loves her more.

During the extended second of the passage, she softly kissed the cheeks of the audience around her, then turned around shyly, and continued to interpret the passage in her heart, pretending that this did not happen.