I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 257 Notes on Fingertips

Xia Qingdai put the mobile phone and mobile phone holder in through the open window of the music room, and adjusted the position with Owen's help.

Jean added a string of mini decorative string lights inside, all solar powered. Because it has been placed in the balcony study to bask in the sun, the electricity is sufficient.

Now that she has returned to modern times, Xia Qingdai is not in a hurry to go back immediately, so she simply gets things done at once. She went to the kitchen again, took a box of ice cream from the refrigerator, and placed it in the courtyard of the castle.

The gardener who was weeding in the garden next to the yard saw the ice cream box falling from the sky. He calmly shouted while weeding: "God has given me ice cream! Please people inside move it into the ice cellar as soon as possible!"

After a while, someone in the castle came out of the small door, moved the ice cream to the trailer with skill, and then transported it to the ice cellar.

The servants of Fortress Villa have seen this kind of packaged ice cream many times! Now in the storage room, there are several large ice cream buckets that are used as storage buckets!
After putting away the ice cream, Xia Qingdai suddenly remembered something and went to look in the storage cabinet at the door.

Sure enough, there was a express box she bought online, and her brother helped her receive it in the cabinet.

Inside is a model of a bright red Ferrari sports car, scaled down and extremely realistic.

It is a two-door and two-seater, the front trunk and hood can be opened, and there are details on the engine. Rubber tires plus shock absorbers, and the chassis has a switch to control the light cover. The top is freely removable and can be turned into a roadster at any time.

When she put the striking red Ferrari next to the Land Rover off-road vehicle, the driver Sheridan, who was cleaning the wheels of the Land Rover, was shocked.

"Ah, is it true?" Xia Qingdai praised, "You are so awesome!"

Such a model toy cost Xia Qingdai 492 yuan. She prepared it for leaving the castle after school started. Of course, there must be some people who want to try the feeling of driving a Ferrari.

After playing the song, Owen sat quietly on the piano bench for a while.

"Oh, my God, here comes another steel car! I have to report it to Butler David!"

Owen said calmly: "No need to practice, just have the music score. I won't make mistakes."

After playing a song, there is still a lingering feeling.

By this time Owen had moved all the light strings to the appropriate positions. When it comes to taking photos and lighting, he is much better than Xia Qingdai, and he is like a self-taught senior photographer.

Owen nodded slightly, did not speak anymore, and directly opened the cover of the piano to play.

Although he can play the piano extremely beautifully, he is just copying other people's wisdom and playing according to the music score. He cannot create music himself.

The same goes for this piece of music dedicated to Xia Qingdai, which has never appeared in history.

If you can’t afford the real thing, why can’t you afford model toys?

Xia Qingdai was fascinated by what she heard, and her eyes were blurred when she looked at Owen's side face.

His mind was filled with the notes of this piece of music at this moment. At this moment, he had to admit that Mozart was indeed somewhat capable of being remembered by the goddess.

Mozart is like a child who has not grown up. Despite his unfortunate fate, he always remains optimistic and positive like a child. His music style has always been lively, elegant and noble, with a sunny and optimistic mood.

Xia Qingdai didn't care about Sheridan's excitement. After putting away the sports car, she made sure that nothing was missing before she traveled through time and space again and returned to the music room.

Xia Qingdai asked happily: "Owen, do you want to practice a few times first? When you become proficient in playing, I want to record a video."

A gentle yet playful movement danced at Owen's fingertips. A feeling of vitality rushes over me, and the very spiritual music score breaks away from the stereotypes and is full of creativity and emotion.

If Xia Qingdai knew what Owen was thinking at this moment, she would definitely tell him that both the creator and the performer were excellent.

Just like singers and songwriters achieve mutual success, a good voice and skillful hands are both gifts from fate.

After a while, Xia Qingdai came back to her senses and pressed the video button to stop recording, then clapped her hands. "You play it so well, it sounds so good, and I'm so moved. Owen, can you play it a few more times?"

"No problem." Owen nodded, pressed the keys again, and let the notes flow with the keys.

Xia Qingdai sat on the sofa, resting her head on her hands, silently enjoying her piano music.

With this song "To Summer Indigo", her eighteenth century was not in vain!

Owen played this tune repeatedly until he attracted the tutor Miss Bai Meilan.

Xia Qingdai noticed someone at the door, turned around and looked over. When she saw it was Miss Bai Meilan, she smiled sweetly: "Miss Bai, good morning."

The tutor knelt down and said, "Good morning, Miss Xia, Mr. Owen."

Owen stopped playing the piano and stood up to return the salute.

"I'm really sorry. I think I may have disturbed you."

Xia Qingdai shook her head: "No, Miss Bai, come in and let's talk together."

"Ok."

The tutor who had been employed by Owen's cousin Connie went home to attend to his mother's illness when the group went to London, and only came back two days ago.

Although Connie has already lived with her family in Xia Qingdai's freehold estate, Biluoju in London, it is still necessary to hire a tutor, and it won't cost Xia Qingdai any money anyway.

"Is your mother recovering?"

"Yes, thanks to the medicine given by Miss Xia, my mother survived. Thank you."

"That's good, you're welcome." Xia Qingdai smiled, "We plan to go to the blueberry forest to pick blueberries later, and then find an open place in the forest for a picnic. Is Miss Bai interested in accompanying us?"

Bai Meilan stood up and saluted: "This is my honor."

After a pause, Bai Meilan couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Owen, was that piano music just made by you?"

Owen replied: "It's not me, it's Mozart, the court musician in Vienna."

"Oh, it turns out to be Mr. Mozart. I once heard his name in London. He is an extremely outstanding musician and is favored by the royal family."

Xia Qingdai didn't know whether the Austrian royal family loved Mozart or not. Anyway, without his own funding, Mozart would have had a difficult time this year.

Since he didn't give him enough financial support, it can't be regarded as respect.

A girl from the 21st century has such a narrow way of judging people's sincerity.

Modern star-chasing girls don’t hesitate to spend money to chase stars. If the princes and nobles really pursued Mozart, they would naturally have to spend a lot of money.

But now the opponent's performance is a big question mark.

I’m afraid the degree of love that you don’t want to spend money on is limited.

Three people were chatting in the music room. A servant came to announce at the door? Miss Jane Austen is here.

Xia Qingdai suddenly stood up and flew down the stairs like a happy thrush.

She's going to meet her best friend! First take her to listen to this song "To Summer Qingdai"!