Miss Ilena walked down the stairs of the old Klimt house, holding on to her cane.

The butler had opened the Phantom's wide, old-fashioned boxy rear door for her.

Anna did not sit in the car, she looked at the upright player piano in the middle of the lawn in the distance, and whispered something to Mr. Adlar.

The butler shook his head continuously.

He quickly glanced at the rows of houses that were immersed in the darkness of the night.

The density of residents here is very low, with only a few windows lit up, and it is peaceful and peaceful.

But the housekeeper still seems to be a little professionally wary of such a spacious and unobstructed open-air environment as the lawn.

Anna remained firm in her place.

Adlar finally flinched.

He bowed his head and gave a few quick commands to the walkie-talkie with headphones attached to his chest, and then he trotted over to the player piano and pushed the wooden baffle on the piano compartment.

The player piano is a product of Liszt's invention, which uses a long roll of perforated paper tape to control the blow valve to play music.

The whole process is somewhat similar to the old-fashioned IBM computers used by the coders of the 50s.

Whenever the paper roll is rotating through the self-playing piano, there will be an air flow inside the piano, blowing to the hole of the paper roll, which will then drive the electromagnetic coil made of hundreds of copper wires at the bottom of the key, as the power to push the hammer of the piano, strike the strings, and make a musical sound.

At the beginning of the 19th century, it was quite a black technology with a sense of mechanical punk.

A player piano costs as much as a whole church organ, and you can buy a spacious house with a garden.

But.

Butler Adlar quickly recognized the player piano on the lawn, and it wasn't really the kind of antique with an extremely complex internal structure, like a giant music box.

Rather, it is a modified version of a modern Steinway M170 piano with a central control playing chip.

Those paper tape chord boxes are just decorations that offer a vintage taste.

The butler flicked his hand a few times on the screen panel behind the paper coil box.

A few seconds later.

The piano music came to an abrupt end.

He pulled the piano bench next to him, and Anna had already walked over, sat down on the chair with her cane, adjusted her sitting position, and rested the tip of her right foot on the metal sustain pedal.

Her feet are inconvenient.

So when she learns the piano, it's the opposite of what other people are used to.

Use only your right foot to control the sustain pedal, and the rest of the muted pedal and the mid-muted pedal are given to the healthy left leg.

She lifted the lid to reveal the black and white keyboard.

Miss Elena turned her phone's voice recorder back on and placed it next to her.

"At the end of the interview, in Mr. Cao Xuan's apartment in Salzburg, I saw the old man mentioning the work that had been given to him, which made him feel a lot of emotion."

At the European Art Annual Conference, Master Cao praised this work for its layers of emotion, flowering on flowers, and letting go of nature. I also think, without a doubt, that this is a very infectious work. ”

Anna whispered, "I'm sorry, out of the protection of the creator himself so that he will not be disturbed. I can't give you more information about the painting here, or put a picture of the painting on the Beyond the Paper page. But I thought maybe the ending song at the end of the podcast would convey a little bit of how I felt when I saw the painting. ”

Miss Elena put her hands on the keys.

There are no staves on the music stand.

But a moment later, Tchaikovsky's music, composed of a series of allegro rhythms, flowed from Anna's fingertips.

The music resounded around Mozart's former home.

Not the psychedelic sad Queen of Spades, nor the melodic fairy tale Swan Lake.

The woman played a relatively light and jumping style of "Flower Garden Dance".

It is an excerpt from the famous ballet The Nutcracker.

Her slender fingers danced on the piano.

The playful cuteness of the candy fairies and the light and graceful dancing of the fairies also overflow into the night of the city from the jumping keys.

It was originally a dance music with a complex and gorgeous melody.

With the accompaniment of many instruments such as horn, harp and clarinet, the movement is now performed by the piano alone, adding a touch of tranquility and ethereal to the rhythm.

The sound of the music was dispersed into the air by the night wind.

It seems that it has never abated and dissipated, but has been carried by the air currents and overflowed into the undulating streets of Salzburg, as if it had been swept away by a sea of purple flowers swept by the breeze.

……

Cao Lao had already entered the house to rest.

Only Lao Yang still collapsed on the sofa like Ge You, panting like an oily old Chihuahua who had been robbed of his beloved dog food, grumbling and angry with himself, irritable and unable to sleep.

Lao Tzu is spicy, a big picture! What a big yacht!

Said to be taken away, and was taken away!

Brother Yang, who was cut off from his beard, consciously missed 100 million, and he couldn't calm down at all if he was unhappy.

HE TOOK OUT HIS MOBILE PHONE SADLY, AND PREPARED TO SWIPE THE VIDEO OF TWO YANMAR LADIES ON TIKTOK TO CALM HIS WOUNDED HEART.

The sound of ethereal music came through the gaps in the open windows.

Old Yang's fingers trembled.

He froze for a few seconds.

Then he sat up from the sofa and walked to the window, pushing the heavy glass window all out, exposing himself to the slightly chilly wind of the Austrian evening.

The girl playing the piano loomed sideways in the street lamp in the distant night.

The wind blows slightly on the hem of her skirt, like an artistic silhouette captured by a photographer in the backlight.

Lao Yang suddenly remembered that he seemed to have heard this melody.

Many, many years ago, when he was still taking classes at CAFA, he had a stage design collaboration project with Beijing Dance.

He and his photography brothers in the dormitory often took bus No. 300 to Wanshou Road, and sneaked to the campus of the dance academy with their student ID cards to see the girls with thin waists and long legs.

It's called Caifeng.

There was an autumn.

Stepping on the thick fallen leaves of the French plane trees that clattered like a carpet, they lay on the window of the dance studio on the first floor and peeked inside the rehearsals.

The melody of the Boston Symphony Orchestra's version of The Nutcracker conducted by Seiji Ozawa came from the classroom.

Girls in colorful tutus and boys in bowler hats staggered up and down, their reflections stretched long on the brown wooden floor.

He had nothing then.

There is no job with an annual salary of millions, and there is no smiling face that flatters him "Teacher Yang, Teacher Yang".

In the huge skyscraper city of the capital, it is as small as a speck of dust that no one cares about.

But they were so happy then.

I never wanted to own a big villa and a big yacht on the Mediterranean coast, and even a student card to take the bus only cost two cents and a half cent.

All I am worried about is the time of the last train and the final design assignment, and whether the menopausal female devil associate professor will raise his noble hand and let him go.

They lay quietly by the window, passing and smoking the same cigarette, and on the dead branches above their heads in late autumn, the chirping of unknown birds, as if they could see the desolation of the earth all the time.

The memories are like watching an elongated, staccato yellowed film film from far away.

The irritability in Lao Yang's eyes slowly quieted down.

He opened the windows to the maximum.

From the inside pocket of the oil-wax jacket, he took out a box of Marlboro in a red box, pulled one out of his mouth, and lit it with a lighter.

This box of cigarettes was five times more expensive than the Hongtashan they smoked on a budget.

Lao Yang still misses the spicy taste of the old cigarette of 7 pieces of 5.

The middle-aged man exhaled a puff of smoke.

"It's so beautiful."

He looked at the elongated shadow under the light, the cigarette between his fingertips, listened to the melody of the piano music in his ear, and said with a smile.

——

The convoy sped past the highway.

Anna Elena is the fourth richest person on the list of Austria's richest people, after Red Bull Group founder Mateschitz, gaming giant John Graff and Central Europe's largest real estate developer, Reynaud Bachelor. (After donating the vast majority of her family's art collection, Miss Elena moved to No. 9 on this list, still one position ahead of Gaston Glock, the $1.03 billion arms dealer who invented the Glock pistol), and she owns a lot of real estate in Austria.

This includes a 19th-century forest villa in the Salzburg countryside.

However, the size of the villa was not large, and many of the facilities were old enough to accommodate a large fleet of attachés.

So Anna decided to turn back to Glitz overnight.

The Lexicon stereo of Rolls-Royce's equipment was playing the end of Anna's "Floral Garden Dance".

The high-resolution 26-speaker stereo field system restores even the slight wind sound and the small white noise of the microphone recorded in it.

Fortunately.

If you listen to a podcast instead of listening to a symphony in a concert hall.

These mixed sound effects can actually add to the storytelling and presence of the audio program, and the effect is not bad.

The necklace aunt on the co-pilot, whose face was missing at the moment, sat in the car for several hours, and as a result, she didn't even see the dissatisfaction and sleepiness of the artist himself.

She was feverishly writing and drawing on the worksheet on the tablet at hand.

"It's great, this episode is so 'explosive'. Perfect, really wonderful...... We sold 100,000 copies of the ...... within a few weeks of being on the shelves."

Their positions are different.

But at least at this moment, the quality of Anna's interview program completely conquered the middle-aged aunt's professionalism as a media person and won her respect.

Anna leaned her head on the soft pillow in the back row, she was busy all day, she finished interviewing Gao Guxuan in the morning, and chatted with Cao Xuan for so long in the evening.

There are also hundreds of kilometers of back and forth running back and forth in between.

She was also a little tired.

Miss Elena pulled out her phone, ready to see if the detective cat and Secretary Elliot had sent her any messages, and then took advantage of the return journey to take a short nap.

【Your friend, T'ung hsiang· Ku (Gu Tongxiang) updated a new news yesterday! 】

The two people who cared about her didn't send her a message, but there was such a message reminder on the social software.

Anna opens the chat app.

“Ku? GU？ It's quite similar. ”

Miss Elena remembered that it was the newly signed elderly painter friend she had added.

At one point, she wondered if the other party would have something to do with the detective cat.

Later it was found that

The other party is an elderly Chinese painter, and he can't find the detective who paints with a knife.

Anna had been disappointed for a while.

There's also a small issue of language habits here.

Chinese characters are all written the same.

But Mr. Gu lives overseas, and the spelling habits of his name that he often uses on social media are still the Weituma-Zhai Lisi pinyin commonly used in the late Qing Dynasty.

That is, the so-called Tsinghua English is called Tsinghua, and Peking University is called Peking's Wechsler Pinyin.

So his name is spelled together, and it is a slightly retro T'ung hsiang· Ku, not Gu Tongxiang, plus as a small owner who runs a calligraphy and painting shop, when Mr. Gu introduces himself to others, he has to take care of the language habits of foreign customers, and turn his first and last names upside down.

Cao Xuan is completely different.

His name is his name, and Cao Xuan is Cao Xuan, not Xuan Cao.

An outstanding painter naturally deserves to be remembered by others.

I've never heard of Picasso changing his name because he thought it was too long to remember.

Old Man Cao never takes care of anyone's language habits, and he is not familiar with the oriental way of name, so you will learn it well.

So whether it was Cao Xuan, Tang Ning, or when he introduced Gu Weijing to Anna.

It's all about how it should be recited.

Therefore, Anna has always vaguely felt that the name "Gu Weijing" in Master Cao's mouth seems to be a little familiar, but she never remembered where she had seen it.

Even she didn't react.

This "Gu Weijing" and that friend Gu Tongxiang on Whatsapp, the two of them are actually surnames and surnames.

Miss Elena read two sentences softly.

This old man is there often to update social dynamics.

Anna didn't care.

At all times, there are a variety of artists looking to get her attention.

An exaggerated analogy.

Anna used to have a cup of coffee in front of the school, and she couldn't wait to meet a performance artist who was squatting, like a brown bear in a circus, jumping a fire ring in the door on a wheelbarrow.

She still has to put a wine glass on her head, which is worth her to look at twice.

What a weird way to do it.

Miss Elena has seen even those who run naked, three or four times, and all of them like to mention the bureau for a day trip.

This is also the reason why Anna rarely uses public social media accounts such as Twitter and INS.

What can Gu Tongxiang's self-righteous micro-business trick be counted?

It's not fresh for a long time.

In the face of Lao Gu's head-scratching posture, he longed to be caught by Miss Elena's golden fishing hook.

Anna didn't bother to see through it.

She pointed her finger at the message reminder, ready to slide away to delete.

But inexplicably, Anna hesitated again, perhaps the faint sense of familiarity reminded her.

The devil sends God.

Her fingers twitched, and she clicked into the dynamic.

[Health is the best gift, contentment is the greatest wealth, kindness is the best character, care is the most sincere greeting, concern is the most selfless thoughts, blessings are the most beautiful words! Good night, everyone! (Today's peony is particularly delicate!) ）】

A little bit in.

Gu Tongxiang's English version of the elderly's earthy WeChat quotations immediately came to his face.

Old Man Gu was sitting at his desk, holding a framed peony picture in his hand, and on the table in front of him lay a fat and round big cat with ginger stripes, licking his paws boredly.

And on the wall behind him.

In the center of the shot, there is a large ink stain as the background.

Gu Tongxiang's chrysanthemum-like old face was facing the camera, and his smile was extraordinarily bright.

(End of chapter)