He walked up to the blonde girl and whispered, "Miss Gray? ”

"Yes, yes......" The girl's face turned pink with excitement and surprise, and her voice trembled, as if she was undergoing a great honor.

"You're ready to go out."

The girl was immediately stunned, and the pink on her face was like a dried rouge, collapsing down piece by piece, and changing to a miserable white.

She seemed to understand something, and hurriedly explained, "Mr. G.A., I'...... I adore you especially and I ...... every piece of your music"

"I don't have to go to class from today." He said that there was no superfluous expression on his overly fair face, which was normal for Europeans, but in him there was a pathological thinness for no reason.

“…… I, I'm just ......" Miss Gray looked even more alarmed, her crystal eyes shining with water, and her voice began to choke.

In this way, Miss Grey, the British Minister of Finance, had to stand up with her head bowed and walked out slowly.

G.A closed his textbook, his light green eyes swept across the classroom, and he said slowly, "Music is a noble temperament, and I hope you can deserve it." ”

After that, he stopped looking at us and walked out of the classroom.

The crowd was in an uproar and looked at each other.

I looked in the direction of the doorway, my lips curling slightly.

I was wrong, G.A is indeed invincible, but his invincible life is not sharp, but calm.

*

That night, the night of "Rosemary" was filled with the aroma of red wine with the flavor of rose dew and pine cones.

Si Tianzhe put down his wine glass and asked softly, "What are you thinking?" ”

I looked back, "What about you?" ”

The corners of his lips curled slightly, "I'm thinking about you." ”

I couldn't help but look over with a chill.

"It's true, I'm thinking about your name today," he smiled, a little incomprehensible, "it's funny. ”

"You say, 'Sara F'?" I raised an eyebrow, not understanding why he cared.

"Chinese name is inconvenient, and I don't feel safe with an English name, so I thought of a different name," I said bluntly, "and ......"

"And that's a little prank on your part?" He made it for me.

I smiled lightly and acquiesced.

"However, I don't want to say your name, it's your last name." He looked at me with some seriousness, "'F', is it Fu Qingyu's 'Fu', or, Furcummings." ”

I was stunned for a moment, but I immediately understood what he meant.

The curvature of the lip line turned into a little deliberately naughty, I twisted the cup pillar lightly, and under his deep gaze, slowly said the words that may have been germinating in my heart for a long time, "I don't want to sink into the identity of the past, whether it is family or surname, now I just want to be the person I like." ”

His eyes pulled out the rich flow of wine, and the sparkling brightness was a surprise.

"But," I tilted my head, "your story isn't over yet, what does that badge have to do with G.A?" ”

He smiled and said unhurriedly, "Professor Foigt is the most respected teacher of G.A. ”

My confusion was clear at this moment.

"Professor Foigt designed a sample of the badge and handed it over to the Austrian government. After the government, the authorities offered to add the current government to his coat of arms. The symbol of the party, along with the glory of the city of music, will live on forever," he frowned, "but Professor Foigt did not want to do so. The government has not only done nothing to improve people's livelihood, but even officials at all levels. Greed. Corruption was rampant, and the social atmosphere of the time became increasingly corrupt, so they categorically rejected their demands. ”

I leaned forward with my wrist propped up my chin on the edge of the table," a master of music for critical realism. ”

"It's not a ......," he leaned in, almost kissing him, but I gave him a disgusted look.

He smiled and continued, "Professor Foigter's works are mostly descriptions of purely natural landscapes, but in fact there are very few of his works that have actually been circulated. The intentions of those in power were repeatedly thwarted by a composer, but they had no choice but to ban Professor Verigt from teaching at the Vienna Conservatory, and the Vienna image badge was also dissolved. Later, Professor Foigt devoted himself to music composition, and achieved many famous works, but all that has been handed down are incomplete fragments......"

I nodded inexplicably, "It seems that this unrecognized badge is more famous than his work, and as a musician, I don't know if Professor Foigt will feel lucky or unlucky." ”

"I seem to hear some kind of pessimism." His gaze was as bright as a reflection of infinite crystals, and the words were meaningful.

I chuckled, "Because, the ending of this story is destined to be pessimistic, I bet." ”

Yes, any masterpiece that can only exist in the solitude of a musician is a tragedy in itself.

"That's right." He got up and walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window that had pulled down the night set, and looked back at me, "Not only because of the sadness of being a musician, but Professor Foigt died in an accident during a heavy rain on a field trip a few years later. ”

I was silent for a moment.

"It is said that Professor Foigt made two samples of the badge at that time, one of which was handed over to the Austrian government. After the death of this official, the badge was also auctioned, and I saw it at a banquet in Spain, and the other one was said to be in the possession of G.A., so I expected that G.A would let it go as soon as the badge was presented. ”

"So, you knew early on that G.A would set up their own access control?" I wondered, this can't be.

"No," he smiled slightly, "I brought the badge just in case, if all the access curtains are like the previous ones today, naturally you don't have to worry, but if there is an accident," he picked up the badge in his hand and gently rubbed the surface, "It shouldn't be difficult to meet the legendary hidden composer......

So, he made sure he could see G.A. in his entirety?

No, he didn't have to see G.A., so he was here with me.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but smile slightly.

I looked up and saw that he was looking at him with the same expression.

"Why don't you ask me what I'm thinking?" I raised my eyebrows and said.

"There's no need." He walked over and took my hand in the chair, and I stood up and touched his warm kiss on the forehead, "I know you're thinking of me." ”

I chuckled, "No." ”

I shook his hand back, "Let's go, send me back." ”

He let me hold him, and when he walked to the door, the moment my hand touched the doorknob, he suddenly pulled him back. (To be continued.) )