Pope Behind the Scenes

He casually opened two pages and found that the ink marks on the scores were very old.

There are even some compositions that do not use the new music method of the eighteenth century to arrange, but use the arrangement left over from the fifteenth century.

As far as Joey is concerned, he can still understand.

"Is this the private work of a pianist?" Joey was stunned for a moment, he didn't know when the score in front of him came to the balcony of his room.

But he had never heard of the song of the king of dust robes, so in Joey's mind, this piece must not be well-known, it may be a failed pianist's work.

He skipped the first few chapters straight to the final signature.

"The author of this piece is 'Wolfgang', and there are four chapters in total including the prologue!" Joey took the score and walked outside, still muttering the name Wolfgang in his mouth.

"Wolfgang? Wolfgang? Wolfgang! ... Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart!"

Joey broke out in a cold sweat. Wolfgang was Mozart's name.

The Era of the Dust-robed King in his hand was written by Mozart.

"What a joke, if it is Mozart's work, it will definitely be handed down, and it will become a world famous song, but this song of the era of the king of dust robe..." Joey seriously opened the preface of the score and went to the scales one by one. Look.

He found that there seemed to be a special meaning in this score, and his melody was as beautiful as any of the world famous songs that Joey had heard.

In this piano piece, there is no majestic atmosphere of the Ninth Symphony, no shock of the Hero Symphony, and no touching of the Moonlight Solo, but the King of the Dust Robe Era brings a special feeling to Joey.

This piece is like a compliment...it's a compliment piano piece for someone and something.

The prologue is like introducing the beginning of this one's birth...

Joey can't wait to play this Song of the King of Dust on the piano now.

He even ignores why the score is on the balcony of his room, and also ignores the fact that if it was Mozart's writings, it didn't survive.

He left the room, but saw that his parents had packed everything. All they could bring was a few suitcases, and the rest would be entrusted to his father's friend to help send international express.

"Where's your suitcase? Joey!" The father asked with some dissatisfaction when he saw Joey who ran out in a hurry.

Joey understands that they are in a hurry to move now, and the time they can squeeze out is very limited, but he really wants to play this piece, as long as he can hear it with his own ears.

He stammered and said, "I can't bear...this piano, remember, it was a birthday present from my grandfather when I was eight years old. He wanted to train me to be a musician, and I also like music very much. !

I'm sure I can do it, but my grandfather can't see it anymore...I miss this piano...I want to play it one last time, we don't know if we can come back.

And this piano could not have been sent to Austria. "

Joey's words touched his mother, whose father, Joey's maternal grandfather, died three years ago.

Joey continued, "I'll play one more piece, one that you've never heard before...you'll be the audience."

His father also wanted to say something urging, but was stopped by his wife.

"Can't you spare ten more minutes?"

"Okay, let's play faster, the time is really leisurely, we have to rush to the airport!"

Joey put the score on the piano, and he unfolded the first page of the prologue of the score.

His slender fingers danced on the black and white squares like a pulsating elves, and the song of the era of the dust-robed king was played corresponding to the score.

Mystery, praise, epic, a series of various elements appeared in Joey's impression.

He suddenly felt that this piece was very old and very beautiful at the same time, maybe it was really a piece by Mozart.

Even this hand-painted score may have been written by Mozart...

This is an unpublished musical.

The fiery mood made Joey gradually forget. Why did this score come to him? His emotions have forgotten some normal judgments.

When he saw the last note on the first page, the score turned pages automatically in his sight, but Joey felt that it didn't matter.

He didn't pay attention to this startling and panic-stricken scene.

He was absorbed in the tune, and his eyes moved on to the next note.

Gradually, the scene in front of him began to change, not in his own home, but in a European fifteenth-century room.

The flame of the candle emits candlelight...

A slender man who looked to be in his thirties was sitting in front of the desk, and the candlelight illuminated the other's profile. Joey saw that the other's face was very similar to Mozart's portrait.

Could it be that what he saw was Mozart's original room?

Is this Vienna?

In the candlelight, Joey quietly watched the master in front of him writing a new creation, and the manuscript in his hand was familiar to Joey.

That score... Isn't the score that Mozart is creating exactly the Era of the Dust-robed King in his hand?

In the candlelight, Joey also saw a vague figure on Mozart's side.

The figure made it impossible for him to see what it was.

A string of murmurs could be heard from the vague murmur.

The figure wanted to communicate with Joey, but Joey couldn't hear what the other party was saying.

But he could feel what the other party meant, as if he was welcoming Joey and asking him to join. Is this an invitation? Invite him to do what!

Joey swallowed deeply. He didn't know what was going on in front of him. The melody of the dust-robed king's era song was still echoing in his ears, and his fingers seemed to be unable to stop.

He wanted to know whether the scene in front of him was the scene when Mozart created it. He had so many things he wanted to know, and he expressed his willingness to the blurry figure...

The melody finally ends.

Joey's fingers stopped beating, and he was wet with cold sweat.

His mother applauded happily, and his father nodded in approval.

"Very good! As expected of my mother's pride."

"It's really good, but we're really going."

Joey looked at the normal state of his parents, he glanced at the time on the clock and twenty minutes had passed...

He didn't quite know, he said he accepted the other party's invitation but what would happen in the end?

"Let's go, it's a long way to Austria from here..."

Joey replied naturally, "A total of 8951 kilometers! Of course it must be a straight line!"

"What did you say?"

Joey was stunned for a moment~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He was a little strange, how could he know the distance from New York to Austria, he had never learned it, but he felt that he had a lot of knowledge in his mind.

"Ahem...don't forget to download a translation software, the official language of Austria is not English..."

Joey continued, "It's German, I know how to say it!"

Joey froze for a moment, then he said a string of German in front of the surprised expressions of his parents, which meant 'I feel like I just mastered a language, what's going on? ’

His parents were also stunned. When did his son learn German?

Joey felt that there was a lot of knowledge in his mind, and at the same time he felt that the knowledge he originally had seemed to be copied... Just like a computer memory hard drive, copy the content and upload it to a network cloud disk.