I weave fate in parallel time and space

In the foyer backstage of the theater, Beethoven was engrossed in writing a letter, and the rest of the concert performers had already left.

Only he and some other idlers were left in the lounge.

At this time, a waiter came over and said behind Beethoven.

"Mr. Beethoven."

But Beethoven continued to write as if he didn't hear it.

Seeing this, the waiter increased his voice, "Mr. Beethoven! Someone wants to see you!"

People around heard the sound and looked at Beethoven, but Beethoven still didn't respond.

People looked at each other in blank dismay, wondering what enmity the musician had with the waiter, so they deliberately ignored him.

The waiter's face showed obvious embarrassment, he wanted to try to bark again, but then, a big hand rested on his shoulder.

He turned his head and saw the gentleman who entrusted himself to be Beethoven just now was standing behind him with a friendly smile on his face.

"Let me come."

As he spoke, he looked at Beethoven's back and said softly.

"Mr. Beethoven."

The voice was not louder than the waiter shouted just now, but what surprised the waiter was that Beethoven actually heard it, and turned his head with some doubts, and saw the waiter and Shaar behind him.

"This gentleman wants to see you." The waiter introduced.

But Beethoven frowned and said nothing.

Beethoven did not tell others about his ear disease at this time.

He has always been a very strong person.

Otherwise, I wouldn't say the classic sentence:
"I want to hold the throat of fate." This sentence is over.

The musician who threatened to choke Char's throat has indeed been practicing this sentence.

He did not give up composing until he was completely deaf in his later years. Instead, he inserted a wooden stick into the piano, bit the wooden stick with his teeth, and listened to music with vibrations.

Even under such circumstances, he still created many well-known famous songs.

But his behavior of often ignoring other people's words is obviously a manifestation of bad temper in the eyes of others.

"Hello, my name is Char." With a friendly smile on Char's face, "Your Moonlight Sonata just now is really the most perfect masterpiece in the world."

"Moonlight?" Beethoven was a little puzzled, "You mean the Piano Sonata No.14 in C minor?"

Shaar nodded, "You just played the sonata, and the picture you brought me is like a small boat swaying on the moonlit lake of Lake Lucerne in Switzerland."

Beethoven frowned slightly, "In this world, there are not many people who can really understand music."

"My daughter likes you very much." Xia pulled out Sissy who was hiding behind her and watching Beethoven secretly, "She is a little shy."

Hearing this, Beethoven looked at Sissy.

No one can refuse a human cub.

Looking at the leg holding Shaar, he looked at him curiously and shyly, a cute girl like a porcelain doll.

Even Beethoven could hardly show any serious expression at this moment.

His brows and eyes were completely stretched, revealing a friendly smile.

"What's your name?"

"Sissy," Sissy said.

"You like my music, don't you?" said Beethoven.

Sissy nodded, "It sounds good."

"Then let me give you a present."

Beethoven turned around and opened the drawer in his place, took out a notebook from it, and handed the notebook to Sissy.

"This is in C minor." Beethoven paused, "I wrote the manuscript of the Moonlight Sonata myself. In a sense, this should be regarded as the first complete sonata, excluding the manuscripts of other scattered chapters. "

Shaar looked at the manuscript with some surprise, then he politely evaded.

"This gift is too expensive."

Then took the manuscript from him.

"It's nothing, for me, what is really valuable is my hands and my brain!" Beethoven raised his hand and nodded his brain, "The Moonlight Sonata is already in my brain, I can write as much as I want. "

Beethoven is still alive and has not yet become famous all over the world. Some classic movements have not yet been published, so his manuscripts are naturally not so expensive.

But in the future, the legendary musician's first draft will undoubtedly be a priceless treasure for music lovers.

Xiaya closed his eyelids, "I will pay you."

There was a hint of unknown meaning in Shaar's words, and Beethoven seemed to have noticed something, and frowned slightly, a little puzzled.

But then he heard Xiaya say.

"Then we shall leave first, Monsieur Beethoven.

Hope you are satisfied with this remuneration. "

After saying that, Xia took his family and left here, only Beethoven was left with a puzzled face, but he tilted his head and didn't care about it.

The waiter on the side was also very puzzled, he asked in a low voice.

"Mr. Beethoven, did the gentleman give you anything?"

"I don't know." Beethoven shook his head, "Whatever."

Hearing this, the waiter looked at Beethoven in surprise.

Beethoven seemed to have sensed that gaze, and he looked at the waiter with some doubts.

"what happened?"

"It's nothing, I just feel that you are a little different." The waiter said, "You used to disdain to talk to me, and you never responded when I called you."

"That is."

Suddenly, Beethoven seemed to realize something, and suddenly opened his eyes wide.

His breathing was slightly stagnant, but soon, he suppressed the excitement in his heart and began to experiment with his guess.

He walked to the side table and picked up the quill he was writing on, and dropped it on the table.

In the past, he couldn't hear such a sound at all, and even if he could hear it, it was rather vague, but now, he heard the extremely crisp sound of a quill pen falling on the table.

The clear sound was like a small hammer hitting his heart.

Now, he finally verified his guess.

The deaf disease that had tortured him for several years had disappeared!
Beethoven immediately thought of Char.

He never believed in fate, he believed in coincidence.

So he was almost certain that his changes must be related to that family.

He simply tidied up and chased him out.

The waiter originally wanted to chat again, but Beethoven ignored him again, so he shook his head helplessly.

Beethoven ran to the street, but the family was completely gone on the street.

He crossed the streets and alleys, but he couldn't find Xia's existence no matter what.

Soon, he came to the center of a square. He was a little tired from running, and he couldn't help but bend down and pant heavily, and his forehead was sweating profusely because of the wig on his head.

After resting for a while, he slowly raised his head, and then saw the statue of the Alpine god placed in the center of the open space.

Beethoven quietly stared at the face of the statue.

Although the clothes and hairstyle are different, but for some reason, he always feels that the face of this statue is too similar to the person just now.
Beethoven seemed to realize something, and opened his eyes slightly... (End of this chapter)