sister in love with me

() Beethoven's manuscript is more precious than gold of the same weight. If history has not been changed, this manuscript should be quietly lying in the corner of an inconspicuous library in Philadelphia, USA, and then It was discovered by a librarian, put on display and auctioned off in late 200, and the collector eventually paid $[-] million to acquire it.

Luna is not the collector who spent 200 million dollars to photograph the manuscript. In fact, she has obtained this manuscript for a long time, so long that her memory is already blurred.

Luna opened the safe, stroked the manuscript gently, and looked out.

Memories should be mottled old photos, yellowed, moldy, incomplete, and the black and white fuzzy figures can't be seen clearly.

Serious lines outline a sharp architectural style, and the spiers piercing the sky do not mean that people lack admiration for God. Palmer Theological Seminary in the suburbs of Philadelphia, like all other seminaries, is serious and full of divinity. The black and rotted corners of the wall remained, and the dim glazed tiles above the head made a ticking sound.

The young man in black saturday bowed his head, holding a stick that seemed to make him look a little impetuous and eager to show maturity, his shiny leather shoes were stained with a few drops of rain, and he stopped in his tracks.

A black-haired maid with a ponytail, who looked cheerful and somewhat nervous, followed behind him, took out a soft elk handkerchief and wiped his leather shoes, then frowned and stared at him reluctantly : "Are you really going to let me be your maid? When can we end this damn relationship?"

"You have to abide by the agreement. This damn relationship will never end. If you try to do that kind of thing again, I will draw a red mark on your ass with a whip again!" The young man showed a wicked look. The smile, yes, is the kind that the romantic heroine will be shocked when she sees it. It's just that he is very deliberate and artificial, and he just wants to annoy her.

"Dear Anjun, as a gentleman, you can't use such rude words! You can use full moon, meatballs, meatloaf, etc. instead." What made her heart flutter.

"Shaanna, if your butt looks like meatloaf, I promise it will be very ugly. A woman's buttocks should be round and upright, and you can be proud of it." The young man walked forward and glanced back at him. beautiful maid.

"Really? Really?" The maid also turned her head back, looking at her buttocks, shy with joy, "No wonder you like to whip it lightly with a whip!"

"Correct me, it's just a small punishment, it's not that I have this sexual fetish." The young man raised his top hat and lowered the brim, avoiding a group of seminary students who were singing hymns.

"I don't understand what we are here for. Do you think doing that kind of thing in this environment can cure my frigidity? I'm really excited." The maid followed him in a low voice.

"Can you please stop disturbing me, we are here to steal things, no!" the young man reprimanded in a low voice, "In the process of stealing, freehand brushwork and leisurely romantic dancing only belong to movies...we want to be professional!"

Walking around a corner, he walked into the library, put the dripping umbrella on a rather historic umbrella stand in the corner, the young man looked at the gorgeous oil paintings on the wall, and then pulled his little maid to the side of the wall.

"Anjun, as a decent gentleman, don't you think we should be ashamed of our current behavior? My God, I'm crazy, and I'm here to be a thief with you." The maid tiptoed, getting more and more nervous, She knew his target was in this library.

"No, no, I found a fair and just reason for myself. I am retaliation for the invasion and looting of China, including your motherland. Do you remember what the Eight-Power Allied Forces robbed in the Old Summer Palace? I just came to get some It’s just a draft of Beethoven.” The young man smiled slightly and kissed her on the forehead, “Be good, cooperate, don’t make people think that you look like a quail that just wants to hide its eggs.”

"If I'm like a quail, then you must be like a stupid penguin who thinks he walks like a gentleman." The maid said angrily, obviously dissatisfied with his comparison of her to a quail.

The young man ignored her and just kept an eye on the bookshelf. The little maid followed him with an increasingly suspicious expression: "This is not the first time you have done something like this."

"Hmm." The young man nodded casually.

"Oh my God, I remembered...the Seminary lost a safe of donat's donations...the works of Mozart, Haydn, Strauss, Merbel and Spohr you showed me yesterday... ..." The little maid covered her mouth and turned pale in shock, "You did it that time too. Those Mozart manuscripts are in Dona's safe, and today you plan to steal Beethoven!"

She remembered the well-known entrepreneur and hymn composer William Donner, whose daughter had donated a chapel to Palmer Theological Seminary, which included the volumes of books and manuscripts that Doner's safe must have contained!

The young man nodded towards her with some surprise and appreciation, and stroked her soft long hair, "You are really smart, as expected of a descendant of the Medici family, and you are very sensitive to things related to art."

"Anjun, we...we don't need to be thieves here. Even if these things are precious, can they still exceed 100 million US dollars? For this little money, we will be thieves. What if we are found out?" The little maid Patting himself on the forehead, he was indeed so crazy. Could it be that his businesses and companies were all built on the things he stole?God, the guy who became a business wizard turned out to be a thief, and he became his accomplice himself.

"Stop thinking about it!" The young man patted her forehead, "First, if I make a purchase request, I can't explain to Palmer Seminary how I know these things are here. Second, according to relevant regulations, these After something is discovered, it has to be displayed and announced before it can be auctioned or collected by Palmer Theological Seminary. Even the descendants of Mr. Donner can claim the rights and interests. It is too troublesome. Third, I want to give it away What kind of gift is it if it’s just something bought with money?”

"You can steal it as a gift!" The little maid gritted her teeth at this absurd logic.

"Of course, I worked hard, and I got it at the risk of being arrested. Isn't such a gift full of sincerity?" The young man looked at her cute face with gritted teeth, and smiled, "If a person always does things What's the point of thinking about efficiency and risk, but not about the fun?"

"Who are you going to give Beethoven's manuscript to?" The little maid's lips pouted involuntarily, her eyes were a little red, and she looked at him with aggrieved and jealous eyes.

He didn't notice it, but restrained his frivolous smile, and gradually some deep love emerged. There was a doting look in his eyes that the little maid had never seen before. He said, "One likes the piano and admires Beethoven. Mozart, Haydn, Strauss' little girl."

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Later, the little maid found out who this little girl was. The little girl had grown up and was no longer a little girl. She got married and gave birth to a child. Her name was Qin Meiwu, and she no longer played the piano.

Luna came back to her senses, and gently stroked the manuscript in the middle. Of course, she also knew that these things were far more than the one million dollars she estimated at the beginning... Back then, he was willing to be a thief in order to give you a birthday present, but now What have you done for him, and what sacrifices are you willing to make for him?

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