In the lounge backstage, Beethoven was writing a letter as the rest of the concert performers had left.

Only he and the rest of the idlers were left in the entire lounge.

At this moment, a waiter came up and said behind Beethoven.

"Monsieur Beethoven."

But Beethoven continued to write as if he hadn't heard.

Seeing this, the waiter raised his voice, "Monsieur Beethoven! Someone wants to see you! ”

Everyone around them looked at Beethoven, but Beethoven still didn't react.

The people looked at each other with some disdain, not knowing what kind of grudge the musician had against the waiter, and deliberately ignoring him.

The waiter's face was visibly embarrassed, and he tried to scream again, but then, a large hand put on his shoulder.

He turned his head and saw the gentleman who had just commissioned him to be named Beethoven standing behind him, with a friendly smile on his face.

"Let me do it."

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

"Monsieur Beethoven."

The voice was no louder than the waiter's shout just now, but to the waiter's surprise, Beethoven actually heard it, and turned his head with some confusion, and saw the waiter and Char behind him.

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

Beethoven, however, frowned and said nothing.

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

He's always been a very strong guy.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have said the classic sentence:

"I'm going to take fate by the throat." This sentence.

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

Until his later years, when he was completely deaf, he did not give up composing, but inserted a wooden stick into the piano, biting the stick with his teeth, and listening to music with vibrations.

Even in this situation, he still created many famous songs.

But his frequent disregard for what others say is clearly a sign of a bad temper in the eyes of the rest.

"Hello, my name is Char." Char had a friendly smile on her face, "The moonlight sonata you just made is truly the most perfect masterpiece in the world. ”

"Moonlight?" Beethoven was a little puzzled, "You are talking about the Piano Sonata No. 14 in C minor?" ”

Char bowed, "You just played a sonata, and the picture you brought me was like a boat bobbing on the moonlit surface of Lake Lucerne in Switzerland. ”

Beethoven's brows stretched slightly, "There are not many people in this world who can really understand music." ”

"My daughter loves you very much." Char pulled out Sissi, who was hiding behind him and secretly watching Beethoven, "She's a little shy. ”

Hearing this, Beethoven looked at Sissi.

No one can refuse a human cub.

Looking at the cute girl who was holding Char's legs, she looked at herself with some curiosity and some shyness, like a porcelain doll.

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

His eyebrows widened completely, revealing a friendly smile.

"What's your name?"

"Sissi." Sissi said.

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

Sissi bowed, "That's good." ”

"Then I'll give you a gift."

Beethoven turned and opened the drawer where he was located, took out a notebook from it, and handed it to Sissi.

"This is in C minor," Beethoven paused, "the manuscript of the Moonlight Sonata, which I wrote myself, in a sense, should be regarded as the first complete sonata, not counting the rest of the scattered passages." ”

Char looked at the manuscript with some surprise, and then politely excused himself.

"This gift is too valuable."

Then he took the manuscript from his hand.

"Nothing, for me, the real value is my hands and my brain!" Beethoven raised his hand and nodded his brain, "The moonlight sonata is already in my brain, I want to write as much as I want." ”

Beethoven is still alive and not yet fully famous, and some classic movements have not yet come out, so his manuscripts are naturally not so expensive.

But when it comes to the future, the first draft of the legendary musician will undoubtedly be priceless for those who love music.

Char's eyelids closed, "I'll pay you." ”

Char's words had a hint of meaninglessness, and Beethoven seemed to have sensed something, frowning slightly, a little puzzled.

But then he heard Char's way.

"Well, then, we'll leave, Monsieur Beethoven.

We hope you are satisfied with the reward. ”

With that, Char left with his family, leaving only Beethoven with a puzzled face, but he tilted his head and didn't pay attention to it.

The waiter on one side was also puzzled, and he asked in a low voice.

"Monsieur Beethoven, did that gentleman give you anything?"

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

Hearing this, the waiter looked at Beethoven with some surprise.

Beethoven seemed to feel the gaze as well, and he looked at the waiter with some confusion.

"What's wrong?"

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

"That's it."

Suddenly, Beethoven seemed to realize something, and his eyes widened violently.

His breathing stalled slightly, but soon, he suppressed his excitement and began to experiment with his guesses.

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

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

The sound was as clear as a small hammer on his heart.

Now, he finally verified his guess.

The deafness that had tormented him for several years disappeared!

Beethoven immediately remembered Char.

He never believed in fate, in coincidence.

So he was almost certain that his change must have something to do with that family.

He simply cleaned up and chased him out,

The waiter wanted to talk again, but Beethoven ignored him and shook his head helplessly.

Beethoven ran out into the street, but the family was completely gone.

He walked through the streets, through the alleys, but could not find Char's presence anyway.

Soon he came to the center of a square, and he was a little tired from running, and he could not help bending down and gasping for air, and his forehead was hot and sweaty from the wig he was wearing.

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

Beethoven gazed silently at the statue's face.

Although the clothes and hairstyle were different, he didn't know why, he always felt that the face of this statue was too similar to the person just now.

Beethoven seemed to realize something, and his eyes widened slightly...... (End of chapter)