Beethoven's manuscript, so precious that it far exceeds the weight of gold, would have been lying quietly in a corner of a nondescript library in Philadelphia, USA, before it was discovered by a librarian, exhibited and auctioned off in late 2005, and the collector paid $2 million to get it.

Luna wasn't the collector who paid $2 million to photograph the manuscript, in fact she had been in possession of it for a long, long time, so long that her memory was a little blurry.

Luna opened the safe, gently stroked the manuscript, and looked out the window.

The memory should be mottled old photographs, yellow, moldy, mutilated, and incomplete, and the black and white blurry figure cannot be seen clearly.

Stern lines outline sharp architecture, and the spires piercing the sky don't mean that people lack reverence for God, and Palmer Theological Seminary in the suburbs of Philadelphia, like all other seminaries, is serious and full of divine names, with rain running down the blackened corners of the walls and a dull glazed tile above the head ticking.

The young man in the black worship robe stopped with his head bowed, holding a cane that seemed to make him look a little impetuous and eager to show maturity, and his shiny leather shoes were stained with a few drops of rain.

A black-haired maid with a ponytail and a cheerful and somewhat nervous look followed him, took out a soft elk handkerchief and polished his shoes, then frowned again, and stared at him reluctantly: "Are you really going to make me your maid?" When will we be able to end this damn relationship? ”

"You're going to keep the promise, this damn relationship will never end, and if you try to do that again, I'll whip you a red mark on your ass again!" The young man smiled evilly, yes, it was the kind of romance novel heroine who would be shocked when she saw it, but he was very deliberate, very contrived, and purely wanted to be angry with her.

"Dear Anjun, as a gentleman, you can't say such rude words! You can substitute a full moon, meatballs, meatloaf and the like. The maid's cheeks were slightly red, and she had a strange radiant feeling, as if she remembered something that made her heart flutter.

"Shaanna, if your ass is like a meatloaf, I promise it will be very ugly, and a woman's buttocks should be beautiful with a round and straight body, and you can already be proud of it." The young man glanced back at his beautiful maid as he walked forward.

"Really? Are you sure? The maid likewise looked back at her hips, a little delightfully shy, "No wonder you like to whip it gently!" ”

"Correct, that's just a small punishment, not that I have this surname fetish." The young man lifted his top hat and lowered the brim of it, avoiding the crowd of seminarians who were chanting hymns.

"I don't understand what we're here for, do you think doing something like that in this environment can cure my coldness? I'm really excited. The maid whispered and followed beside him.

"Can you please not interfere with me, we are here to steal, not **!" The young man reprimanded in a low voice, "The casual and romantic dancing in the process of theft belongs only to the movie...... We want to be professional! ”

Skirting a corner and entering the library, the dripping umbrella was placed on the historic umbrella stand in the corner, and the young man looked at the beautiful paintings on the wall, and then pulled his little maid to the side of the wall.

"An Jun, as a decent gentleman, don't you think we should be ashamed of our current behavior? Oh my God, I'm crazy to be a thief with you. The maid stood on tiptoe, getting nervous, knowing that his target was in the library.

"No, no, I found a fair and honest reason for myself, I am taking revenge for the invasion and looting of China, including your motherland, remember what the Eight-Nation Coalition Army looted in the Old Summer Palace? I'm just here to get a copy of Beethoven's manuscript. The young man smiled and kissed her forehead, "Be nice, be cooperative, don't make people think you look like a quail hiding your eggs." ”

"If I'm like a quail, then you'll be like a stupid penguin who thinks he's walking like a gentleman." The maid said angrily, clearly unhappy that he had compared her to a quail.

The young man paid no more attention to her, but just kept an eye on the bookshelf, and the little maid followed behind him with a more and more suspicious expression: "It's not the first time you've done something like this. ”

"Uh-huh." The young man nodded nonchalantly.

"Oh my God, I remembered...... It turns out that the seminary had lost a safe deposit box for Dona's donations...... The works of Mozart, Haydn, Strauss, Melbert and Spohr that you showed me yesterday ......" the little maid covered her mouth and was shocked, "You did it that time, those Mozart manuscripts are the contents of Dona's safe, and you are going to steal Beethoven today!" ”

She remembers William Donner, the famous entrepreneur and hymn composer, whose daughter donated a chapel to Palmer Theological Seminary, which included a large number of books and manuscripts, and Donner's safe must have contained these things!

The young man nodded at her with some surprise and appreciation, and touched her long silky hair, "What a smart, worthy of being a descendant of the Medici family, and very sensitive to things related to art." ”

"Anjun, we ...... We don't need to be reduced to being thieves, even if these things are precious, can they still cost more than a million dollars? For this money, we are going to be thieves, what if we are discovered? The little maid patted her forehead, he was really so crazy, could it be that his businesses and companies were built on what he stole from him? Oh my God, the guy who became a business wizard was a thief at work, and he became his accomplice himself.

"Don't think about it!" The young man patted her forehead, "First, if I make a purchase request, I can't explain to Palmer Theological Seminary how I knew these things were here. Second, according to the relevant regulations, after these things are discovered, they must be displayed and announced, and then they can be auctioned or collected by Palmer Theological Seminary, and even the descendants of Mr. Dona can claim the rights, which is too troublesome. Thirdly, I am going to give a gift to someone, if it is just something that is bought with money, then what kind of gift is it? ”

"What you stole can be used as a gift!" The little maid gritted her teeth at this absurd logic.

"Of course, I worked hard and risked being captured, isn't it sincere that such a gift is a gift?" The young man looked at her cute appearance of gritting his teeth and smiled, "What does it mean if a person always thinks only about efficiency and risk when doing things, and does not consider the fun in them?" ”

"Who are you going to give Beethoven's manuscript to!" The little maid's lips pursed involuntarily, her eyes were a little red, and she looked at him aggrieved and jealous.

He didn't notice, but restrained a flirtatious smile, and gradually some deep love emerged, and there was a doting pampering in his eyes that the little maid had never seen, and he said: "A little girl who likes to play the piano and admires Beethoven, Mozart, Haydn, Strauss." ”

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Later, the little maid knew who this little girl was, the little girl had grown up, she was no longer a little girl, she was married, she gave birth to a child, her name was Qin Meiwei, and she no longer played the piano.

Luna came back to her senses and gently stroked the manuscript in her hand, knowing that it was much more than the million dollars she had estimated...... Back then, he was willing to be a thief in order to give you a gift, but now what have you done for him, and what sacrifices are you willing to make for him?