Miss Bach's Crab Canon

Her story will be taken out of the historical text and filled in with other cats and dogs.

What people understand is only the text of history.

All praise and knowledge of her will be enjoyed by an unknown substitute.

After getting to know him gradually, Gao Yiyu's scalp felt numb. This was simply obliteration...Distorting history is really heavy.

"Second point."

Deli Duoli cheerfully said another resistance, but to Gao Yiyu, it could even be called a horror.

"I don't have the energy to turn you back..."

"Oh shit!"

"Who told you to throw me into the merit box?" Delidori sighed again, and put his hand back into the black mist obediently, "You—you, make your own choice."

Gao Yiyu, who kept complaining, felt that he had been sent into a meat grinder and was hopeless.

The price of distorting history is so heavy, Gao Yiyu wants to bid farewell to his past self and keep this distorted appearance and gender forever.And Joannis wants to bid farewell to the history respected by all, and even more so to bid farewell to the era she belongs to, and go to a strange future...to become an unknown rootless duckweed.

After paying these two prices, the result in exchange was to bring her back.

Just to show her the music of the future?

Just to listen to her treasured tunes?

After struggling painfully for a second, Gao Yiyu blurted out: "I'm sorry."

But at the same time, she also heard the same words: "Sorry!"

They were both equally depressed, and their pretty faces seemed to be wild bitter melons in the mountains, even the words that came out were the same.

"You...why do you have to apologize." Gao Yiyu asked.

"But why are you apologizing?" Joannes asked the same question.

Once again, the words of the two collided with each other.

After a brief silence, both of them found that it was no longer so embarrassing as to be overwhelmed.Instead, both of them smiled because of this, enjoying this little tacit understanding.

"You answer first." Gao Yiyu said.

"I apologize because... I will not let you pay such a heavy price for my own selfish desires. It will disturb my soul. Please take back your original self and escape the curse of the devil, and I will go back to the grave and remember forever Thank you for your kindness and invitation."

"...No...this..."

"It's your turn."

"I didn't expect that this proposal would cause your history to be rewritten...your name has been written in textbooks all over the world, and your music, as I said before, has been heard by almost everyone in the world. People praise and Respect you, but... you will lose all of this... so I'm sorry, it was my proposal that was too reckless."

But her sincere apology was in exchange for Joannis' humming: "The dead can't even hear music, so how can they care about history that they can't read?"

"Can……"

"And now the dead have the opportunity to hear the music, they only need to hand over the meaningless history." Her eyes flickered again, but it only lasted for a moment, because it would drag Gao Yiyu down and prevent her from getting back to her original appearance.

The musician's eyes have returned to dimness, but there is still an indelible gratitude in them.

"Well, it's time for me to return to the grave—good luck on your journey home, bard..."

Joannis stared at her for a long time before slowly leaving in satisfaction.

Then, she was going to say goodbye to Rest and Deridoli, and thank them for giving her this brief dream.As she walked forward, the white socks and small leather shoes became the only movement in this frozen world.

A melody describing the moment emerges in her heart, and she wants to find a stave, a pen, and a harpsichord to write down her inner sadness and satisfaction—but she has neither musical instruments nor audience , she could only hum the melody softly to commemorate this moment.

Her voice is soft, but the melody is too simple.

rudimentary to——

Make the audience angry, even disrespect the musicians, forcibly interrupting the too lame melody.

"Where's your grave? I'm going to smash it."

"……Uh?"

Joannis stopped in her tracks and turned her head in surprise.

She saw the audience who was furious and wanted to make a scene: "Don't you regret it, Bach! Lose billions of audiences and glory in history - but I will always be your only audience!"

The humble melody disappeared from the musician's lips, and she wavered, questioned, blamed herself...and then was filled with joy.

The inspiration for composing the farewell in her heart was gone, but she didn't have any regrets.Because she has countless new inspirations for singing about her future self.At this moment, Yoannis is as beautiful as a finely polished gem.

——"Bah, I was already her audience when she touched the organ for the first time!"

——"Me too, I admit that I summoned Joannis because I had a selfish desire to listen to her performance..."

As a result, the devil and the devil squeezed Gao Yiyu away and took the titles of No. [-] and No. [-] listeners.

Then--

The three audiences sighed and laughed, rewriting history for the unpopular musician with few audiences.

……

The history of the small town of Eisenach is at work again.

The frozen age rolls on.

And this day—

In a mansion in the holy city of music, the midwife and doctor were sweating profusely, and the pregnant woman seemed to pass out, but she barely gave birth to a baby boy - healthy and ready to croak Crying baby boy.

Johann Sebastian Bach - so the baby boy was named.

In the name of a saint, before the surname of the Bach family of the musical giants.He is destined to become a musician in the Bach family in the future, and he is also destined to write praises for God.But now he is just a baby who has just cut the umbilical cord and doesn't know what rhythm is.

"Then, that... how about this part?"

"That's fine...but why a baby boy?"

On a table, there was a thick book - but its middle pages were blank.

The girl with long pale blond hair was excitedly holding a quill pen, writing on and off.Every time a new section is outlined, it will be shown to the black-haired girl around her.

The name of that book is very simple, with the inexplicably intelligible word "History" written in a language of unknown origin and shape. This is exactly why Joannis decided to rewrite her own history.

By the way, after obtaining the consent of the historical demon, she tore off a blank page of history, wrote a short ditty in it, and then began to write the history of the substitute—if not, as she writes, she might It would be weird to add a dot to the German alphabet.

"Boys are good... If you are a man, you can fight with the older children in the choir from an early age, and use your fists to get seats."

Joannis folded her hands and began to answer questions.

"You can also go to a Latin school instead of learning by yourself... My brother will not use the excuse that girls are not suitable for music, not to show you the score of the organ, but to take you to listen to the performance of the orchestra. The family will not let you learn from an early age make bread, and take you to the organ..."

She moved the pen and briefly described the history of Johann Sebastian Bach stroke by stroke.

"I hope it's easier for him... easier than mine."

"But it can't be too easy, right? Otherwise, the continuity of history will collapse."

"...Well, what does that mean, I don't understand! But it's good, men should suffer more setbacks, so that they are more attractive... Do you think he will be very popular with women? But there is a problem... "

"Ok?"

"I have a cousin who has taken care of me since I was a child... She has given me a lot of help, but without me, she would be alone."

"Then let Mr. John protect her."

"Ok!"

Joannis started to write again, adding an indispensable piece of history to the characters: after a certain achievement, the young Johann Sebastian Bach married his cousin Maria Barbara up...

This made Gao Yiyu on the side horrified, but he had already written it... This...in the historical chronicles, using correction tapes should not be allowed...

018 Freedom

"After marrying his cousin, Johann Sebastian Bach was already a very experienced young organ player... He refurbished an organ in the then Blasius Church and used it to compose the first published work..."

After writing this, Joannis stopped writing.

Unlike the earlier scribbling, she began to consider and think more.

Although she is still eager to go to the future with Gao Yiyu and visit everything she described - but of course she is somewhat reluctant to part with the era she belongs to.

Especially when compiling a life history for a substitute, she always needs to recall her own story.

"——that's a cantata (oratorio)." Although Joannis stopped writing, Gao Yiyu was sitting next to her, "Your first published work."

"...you know?"

"Well, "God Is My King (Gott is my King)" is a relatively boring work..." Gao Yiyu said bluntly, "But I can already see the rudiments of many ideas of your future composition."

Joannis's face was blushing, and she always felt that she was well known and had no secrets.

She instinctively felt ashamed - but thinking about it carefully, it was more like completely entrusting herself to her... which is not bad.

The next journey to the future will be an unknown that Joannis can't imagine, and she can only follow Gao Yiyu.So, I have already entrusted myself to her...

She tasted this kind of trust, and also worried about the possible betrayal, but it was worth the risk.

"That cantata... I was scolded badly at the time." Joannis showed a nostalgic smile, "Because it was written by a woman, and there were many innovations and references to secular music, so no one praised me... That's true."

"Then you're going to give John the same ordeal?"

"Of course!" Dipping the quill into ink, she swiped the pen again, writing a new history that will be handed down to the world in the future, "This cantata has caused John to receive a lot of criticism and accusations, and he has been branded as barbaric. Promising, unappreciated, depressed, living on beer and coffee."

"...You really like coffee."

"Of course!" Joannis nodded frequently, but suddenly, she wiped her long hair and revealed curious eyes, "Will there be coffee in the future? I actually forgot to ask this."

Gao Yiyu didn't answer out loud, but just gave a thumbs up, affirming with a confident and natural expression.Even in the small border town where she lives, there are many cafes on the street, and instant coffee can be bought in small supermarkets everywhere.Even if she is a poor student, it shouldn't be a problem for her to invite Annis for a drink once in a while...

There are only so many important strokes in Joannis' reverie about the future.

Gaining momentum again, she began to write furiously.

Mr. John, who was originally unsuccessful in his position, was appreciated by a nobleman with a title because of his talent visible to the naked eye, and was hired to be an organist at the Weimar court—this is an honor.

Of course he did a good job, his salary was doubled, he was appreciated, he created a lot of music, and the road was finally smooth.

"Hmph, I really envy John, I was prejudiced much more back then...but that's good."

When she wrote about John's middle age, Gao Yiyu had a question that had been on her mind for a long time: "Your music is great enough, but after you passed away, these musics were temporarily sunk in history because you were a woman. But since John was captured by you Write it as a man...he has no possibility of sinking, right?"

"It makes sense... how do you make it up?"

This question has troubled Gao Yiyu and Joannis for a long time.

They are all trying to rationalize all of this - such as high aesthetic requirements, outdated style, deception by the publishing house, suppression by the enemy, interference by future generations... But whatever it is, Gao Yiyu thinks it is unlikely, because Bach's music is not Can be suppressed by these secular problems.

However, if the adapted history differs too much from Joannis's actual experience, it will cause huge turmoil in the subsequent history. This is something that Deli Duoli has repeatedly instructed and absolutely cannot do.

Because they couldn't discuss the results, the two of them invited an expert—the demon in charge of history, Ms. Deridoli.

Here's her answer to this serious question——

"Ah? It's fine to force it to be written. There is no need for explanation and reasoning."

"……why?"

"It's not writing a novel. No reader will scold you for being illogical. It's just history—absurd, unreasonable, inexplicable, but constantly happening history."

Although this is very sorry for Joannis's music, and also a little sorry for Mr. John who was fabricated, but this issue is still fixed forever with the crude stroke of "but for a hundred years after John's death, the music has not been known to the world". in reality.

This is pure history.

There is no reason—maybe future generations of researchers will try to find a reason for it, writing paper after paper to try to make sense of it, but in fact it has no reason.

In this way, the history of the substitute is thoroughly written, filling in the blank pages of history, replacing the original truth.

Mr. John suffered from eye disease in his old age. He went to a quack doctor to cut it twice, but it still didn’t help. Caught a cold and had a fever—and that caused a stroke to sink to the grave.

"Oh, I'm really embarrassed to write him to death." After stopping writing, Joannis breathed a sigh of relief, because her work has ended, "I hope he can be satisfied with this life... at least satisfied with what I gave him. the music in his name."

Deli Duoli, who was also waiting aside, reached out and picked up the book of "History".

After flipping through a few times, she let out a breath, letting the fresh ink dry—and closed the pages.

From this moment on, the musician standing at the pinnacle of human music history is no longer the female Joannes, but the male John, a character written by her.

In her writing, Johann is a middle-aged, bald, fat, normal German male who began to wear long and curly wigs until his death.But in any case, after that, history will only remember him.

And Joannes—