In the afternoon of the same day, Fang Yan expressed his desire to return to China to his wife and daughter. Sylvia knew what her husband was going to do next, and she had already bought enough luxury goods, and although little Alice was a little reluctant, Sylvia told her daughter that she could show her new clothes and toys to her friends when she came home, and immediately coaxed the little one to be happy, and happily went back to the room to pack her things.

"My dear, when you go back, you can go to the opera house with me and officially register your song." On the speeding train, Sylvia thought of something while staring out the window, and turned to Fang Yan and proposed. She stretched out her slender hand and straightened the placket of Li Fangyan's clothes, and explained: "Although its bright and vivid style is enough to convince anyone that it is not plagiarized, you still have to be cautious and legally impeccable." Politics is a very mysterious thing, and many people will abandon all shame and bottom line in the process of fighting for it. ”

Fang Yan nodded, his heart full of emotion and touch. After knowing each other for so many years, Sylvia has actually taken the initiative to avoid contact with politics, because her father's and brother's political experience has already made her see through the dirty secrets in it, and she does not want to enter this big dye vat to defile herself. However, because of Fang Yan, she has become more and more involved in this field in recent years, and this time she has become a reliable internal help for Fang Yan to realize his plan. Thinking of this, Fang Yan couldn't help but feel guilty, and gently held the pair of white, tender and silky plain hands in front of him in his palm.

Sylvia pursed her lips and smiled, "Honey, I know what you're thinking. But it was a choice I made when I woke up. In the past, I always hated the dirt and ugliness of politics, and only wanted to pursue the holiness and nobility of music, but then I realized that one day my life could be separated from the support of politics. Among other things, the expenses in Paris alone are a huge sum of money that I have never earned in the life of the orchestra, and this wealth is only possible by the political position of our two families. Since I have enjoyed this benefit, I must be a part of maintaining everything about it. Of course, this also includes your position of power. ”

After a night of lingering, the train arrived at Berlin Railway Station the following afternoon. Seeing that it was not too late for Sylvia, who had settled down at home, she pulled Fang Yan with the score and went straight to the Berlin Opera House. Ten minutes later, a wide building with a classical atmosphere had already appeared in Fang Yan's sight. Its overall lines show the deep seriousness of the Gothic style, which is in line with the characteristics of traditional Prussian architecture, but the inately carved art decorations on the exterior walls inject an indescribable vitality and agility into it.

"Honey, this way, this way." With a wave of her jade arm, Sylvia led Fang Yan from the main entrance of the opera house to a secluded stone path. The road is lined with wildflowers and verdant branches, winding its way to a delicate pale yellow wooden door on the side of the theater. Seeing the words "Internal Passage" written on the door, Fang Yan was relieved and secretly praised Sylvia's meticulousness and thoughtfulness; If you enter through the main entrance, you are afraid that you will be treated as a rare animal.

"The headquarters of the German Music Association is here. Any new piece can be registered and protected by copyright as long as it passes the verification of three censors. Walking on the open and bright corridor, Sylvia explained the registration process to Fang Yan slightly, and from time to time well-dressed people passed by, causing her to frequently stretch out her hand to greet her. Sylvia's popularity in the theater seems to be excellent, and everyone is very fond of this beautiful princess who is brilliant and hardworking. And when they saw Fang Yan beside Sylvia, they suddenly realized something, and they immediately became excited, and then saluted Fang Yan respectfully with a solemn expression.

Faced with this situation, Fang Yan was cramped and helpless. In order to boost national morale and achieve Hitler's personal political aims, the National Socialist propaganda machine had packaged him as the greatest naval commander in Germany since the Hanseatic League—even Hipper, who had performed perfectly at Jutland, was far less than Jonas Brom, who had twice defeated the Royal Navy. For ordinary people, leading the fleet to defeat the British enemy is the most glorious achievement, and they will only cheer wildly for the commanding general on the battlefield, but they will not realize that the fleet and even the entire navy are an inseparable aggregate.

However, while remaining cautious and sober, a strange thought quietly appeared in Fang Yan's heart. The many exaggerated halos that the National Socialist Party has given itself have certainly fulfilled all their original intentions, but on another level, has it not laid an incomparably solid political foundation for itself? Today, the names of "Conqueror of Scapa Stream" and "Terminator of British Sea Power" have spread throughout Germany, dwarfing even Raeder, a modern-day Tirpitz. Once the political situation changes, Fang Yan's succession will not be hindered by public opinion.

With her thoughts surging, Sylvia had already led Fang Yan to a room. Looking through the open wooden door, I saw two people sitting opposite each other in front of the desk, and the old man with his back to the door had almost white hair, and he looked like he was in his last years. Fang Yan was about to say something to Sylvia, who had already spoken with a look of surprise: "Is it His Excellency Strauss?" You're here, do you have a new work coming out? ”

The old man who was sitting on his back turned his head, revealing a thin and slender face, and the goatee under his chin was delicately trimmed, which added a bit of kindness and kindness to him. After a moment, a smile appeared on the old man's face, and he said softly, "It's Sylvia." I'm going to the opera house today to register a new song. Are you too? I remember the short violin tunes you composed earlier, and the response after the release was very good. ”

Receiving the old man's praise, Sylvia was immediately flattered, and said awkwardly: "In front of you, a legend, my little achievement is not worth mentioning at all. But I'm not the one who came to register for the track today. She gently pushed Fang Yan forward, and then grabbed his arm with a happy face: "My husband, Jonas Blom, wrote a sincere music in praise of the Führer some time ago. I'm bringing him here today. ”

The old man turned his gaze to Fang Yan, and his clear blue deep eyes gradually revealed brilliance: "Is it General Brom, who ended the British maritime hegemony?" I've heard your name countless times through newspaper conversations with others, but I didn't expect you to be musically accomplished. Don't know how long you've been studying music? ”

Fang Yan stood in place in embarrassment when he heard this. The old man in front of him seems to be a heavyweight in the German music industry, and he is a complete layman, and once this kind of topic is answered, he has no idea how to proceed. Sylvia's eyes flashed, and she smiled to help Fang Yan relieve the siege and said, "He learned from me at home, and he is still a long way from his professional level." ”

The old man nodded, and Fang Yan's interest faded. Although this young man is shrouded in an extremely bright aura of glory, for the old man who is devoted to music, he is just an ordinary outsider. Since the registration of his work had been completed, the old man stood up from his seat and politely made way for Fang Yan. He picked up the hat from the hanger and put it on his head, nodded and smiled at the two of them and walked out of the room.

"It's a pity that I finally met His Excellency Strauss, and I want to ask him to taste your songs." Sylvia's delicate smile faded and she muttered listlessly. Fang Yan smiled and touched her blonde hair and said, "Okay." Even I don't feel sorry, what do you have to lose? ”

Sylvia glanced at Fang Yan and snorted, "Stupid Jonas, what do you know?" Recognised worldwide as one of the greatest composers of our time, as well as a first-class conductor, the Lord Strauss toured the world as chief conductor of the Berliner Philharmoniker more than 40 years ago and won numerous awards. If your work can be commented on and even appreciated by him, at least it will make you ......" In the end, she suddenly realized something, and suddenly stopped like a stuck.

Fang Yan was silent. This ode to myself is based on politics, and I don't have the slightest desire to pursue art. No matter how much Strauss denies its musical value, the piece will be widely disseminated by the propaganda machine. As a music practitioner, Sylvia is inevitably bound by stereotyped thinking, which in the final analysis is her own game of politics.

"Even so, you should ask His Excellency Strauss for a comment." Sylvia looked a little frustrated, but still muttered in a low voice. In the field of music, Strauss is the undisputed Taishan Beidou, and his recognition will coat this ode to the Führer with a gorgeous "artistic" coat, so that ordinary people will subconsciously raise the evaluation of the song by several layers. This is much more clever than the way the National Socialist Party forcibly promoted it.

In Sylvia's somewhat depressed look, Fang Yan took out the score from his arms. The middle-aged musician in charge of the review frowned, although he was very optimistic about Fang Yan, a pure layman, but he was forced by the other party's status and power, so he had to take it with both hands and make a solemn gesture to review it.

Looking at the few lines of stave on the paper, the middle-aged man silently pronounced the words while thinking about how to use a tactful way to dismiss the naval hero's unprofessional work. However, after a while, the middle-aged man's face changed as quickly as Sylvia had seen the score for the first time, and his lips twitched for a moment, and he suddenly got up and rushed to the piano room next door.