Almighty painter

Chapter 471 Flower Garden Dance

Miss Irina walked down the path beside the stairs of Klimt's old house, holding on to her cane.

The housekeeper had already opened the Phantom's wide, square rear door like an old-fashioned carriage for her.

Anna did not sit in the car. She looked at the upright automatic piano in the middle of the lawn in the distance and whispered something to Mr. Adelaide.

The butler shook his head continuously.

He quickly glanced at a group of row houses surrounded by darkness.

The density of residents here is very low, there are only a few windows with lights on, and it is quiet and peaceful.

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

Anna still stood firmly where she was.

Adral finally backed down.

He lowered his head and gave a few quick instructions to the intercom connected to the earphones hanging on his chest. Then he trotted over to the automatic piano and pushed open the wooden baffle on the piano compartment.

The automatic piano is a product invented in Liszt's time. It uses a long roll of punched paper tape to control the blow valve to play music.

The entire operation process is somewhat similar to the old-fashioned paper tape programming IBM computers used by the originators of programmers in the 1950s.

Whenever the paper roll rotates past the self-player piano, there will be an airflow inside the piano, blowing towards the holes in the paper roll, which will then drive the electromagnetic coil made of hundreds of turns of copper wire at the bottom of the key, which will be used as power to push the piano. The hammer strikes the strings to produce music.

In the early 19th century, this was quite a black technology with a mechanical punk feel.

A player piano cost as much as a grand church organ, and could buy a spacious house with a garden.

but.

Butler Adlar quickly recognized that the automatic piano on the lawn was not really an antique with an extremely complex internal structure and a giant music box.

It is a modified product that combines a modern Steinway M170 piano with a central control performance chip.

Those paper tapes and string boxes are just decorations that provide a retro flavor.

The butler flicked the screen panel behind the paper string box a few times with his hand.

After a few seconds.

The piano music stopped suddenly.

He pulled open the piano bench next to him, and Anna had already walked over, sat down on the chair with her cane in hand, adjusted her sitting posture, and put the toes of her right foot on the metal sustaining pedal.

Her feet are inconvenient.

So when she learned piano, she was contrary to other people's habits.

Only use your right foot to control the sustain pedal, leaving the rest of the soft pedal and the middle soft pedal to your healthy left leg.

She lifted the cover, revealing the black and white keyboard.

Miss Elena turned the phone's recorder back on and put it next to it.

"After the interview, I met Mr. Cao Xuan at his residence in Salzburg and saw the painting that the old man mentioned as a gift to him, which made him feel a lot of emotion."

"Master Cao praised this work at the European Art Annual Conference for its layers of emotions, blooming flowers, and relaxed nature. I also think that there is no doubt that this is a very contagious work."

Anna said softly: "I'm sorry, for the sake of protecting the creator so that he will not be disturbed. I can't reveal more information about this painting to you here for the time being, or put the photo of the painting in "Beyond the Paper". But I thought that maybe the ending song at the end of this podcast could convey to a certain extent my feelings when I saw this painting."

Miss Elena put her hands on the keys.

There is no staff on the music stand.

But after a moment, Tchaikovsky's music composed of a series of Allegro lines flowed from Anna's fingertips.

The music echoed around Mozart’s former residence.

Not the psychedelically sad Queen of Spades, nor the melodious fairytale Swan Lake.

The woman played the "Waltz of Flowers" with a relatively light and jumping style.

It is an excerpt from the famous ballet "The Nutcracker".

Her long fingers danced on the piano.

The playfulness and cuteness of the Candy Fairy and the light and graceful dancing postures of the fairies also flowed from the jumping keys into the night of the city.

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

It is accompanied by many instruments such as French horn, harp and clarinet as accompaniment to form the movement. Now it is performed by the piano alone, adding a touch of tranquility and etherealness to the rhythm.

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

It seems that it has never weakened and dissipated, but was carried by the air current and overflowed into the undulating streets of Salzburg, as if the sea of ​​purple flowers were swept away by the breeze.

……

Mr. Cao has already gone into the house to rest.

Only Lao Yang was still lying paralyzed on the sofa, panting like a greasy old Chihuahua who had been robbed of his favorite dog food, complaining and angry with himself, and was so irritable that he couldn't sleep.

I am such a big picture! What a big yacht!
If you say you were taken away, you were taken away!

Brother Yang, who had his beard cut off, felt that he had missed out on 100 million, and he was so unhappy that he couldn't calm down at all.

He took out his mobile phone sadly and prepared to browse the videos of two Yangma ladies on Tiktok to soothe his hurt heart.

The ethereal sound of music came through the gap in the open window.

Lao Yang's fingers trembled.

He stayed still for a few seconds.

Then he sat up from the sofa, walked to the window, and pushed all the thick glass windows outwards, exposing himself to the slightly cold Austrian evening wind.

The girl playing the piano looms sideways in the distant night under the street lights.

The wind blew up her skirt slightly, like an artistic silhouette captured by a photographer with backlighting.

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

Many, many years ago, when he was still taking classes at Central Academy of Fine Arts, he had a stage design cooperation project with Beijing Dance Theatre.

He and his brother who majored in photography in the dormitory often took the No. 300 bus to Wanshou Road and walked to the campus of the dance academy with their student ID cards to look at girls with thin waists and long legs.

It is euphemistically called Cai Feng.

There is an autumn.

They stepped on the thick fallen leaves of the French plane tree that clicked like a carpet, and leaned on the dance studio window on the first floor to peek at the rehearsals inside.

The melody of the Boston Symphony Orchestra's version of "The Nutcracker" conducted by Seiji Ozawa could be heard faintly from the classroom.

Girls in colorful tutus and boys in bowler hats alternately rise and fall, their reflections stretched very long on the brown wooden floor.

He had nothing then.

There is no job with an annual salary of several million, and there is no smiling face of Zhang An who flatters him by calling him "Teacher Yang, Teacher Yang".

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

But they were so happy then.

I have never wanted to own a big villa or a big yacht on the Mediterranean coast. Even taking a bus with a student card only costs one dollar and twenty-five cents.

The only things he was worried about were the time of the last train and the final design assignment, and whether the menopausal female devil associate professor would be arrogant and let him go.

They lay quietly by the window, smoking the same cigarette, listening to the chirping of unknown birds on the dead branches above their heads in late autumn, as if they could see forever.

Memories are like watching a long, intermittent yellowing film from a far away place.

The annoyance in Lao Yang's eyes slowly calmed down.

He opened the window as wide as possible.

From the inner pocket of the wax jacket, he took out a red box of Marlboros, took one out, put it in his mouth, and lit it with a lighter. This pack of cigarettes is five times more expensive than the Hongtashan they used to smoke on a budget.

Lao Yang still misses the spicy taste of the old cigarettes worth 7 yuan.

The middle-aged man blew out a puff of smoke.

"It's so beautiful."

He looked at the elongated shadow under the light, held a cigarette of varying brightness between his fingertips, listened to the melody of the piano music in his ears, and said with a smile.
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The convoy passed quickly on the highway.

According to media speculation, Anna Jelena ranks fourth on the Austrian rich list after Red Bull Group founder Mateschitz, gaming tycoon John Graf and Central Europe's largest real estate developer Renault Benco. rich man. (After donating most of the family’s art collection, Miss Irina was adjusted to 4th place on this list, still one position ahead of the arms dealer J.K.A., who is worth $9 billion and invented the Glock pistol. Glock), who owned a large amount of real estate in Austria.

Among them is a 19th-century forest villa in the Salzburg countryside.

However, the area of ​​the holiday villa was not large, and many of the facilities were old. It was not large enough to accommodate the entire entourage of a large motorcade.

So Anna decided to turn back to Gelize overnight.

In the Lexicon speaker equipped by Rolls-Royce, the end of the "Flower Garden Dance" played by Anna just now was playing.

The high-resolution 26-speaker stereo field system can clearly restore even the slight wind noise and the tiny white noise recorded by the microphone.

Fortunately.

If you look at it from the perspective of listening to podcasts rather than enjoying a symphony in a concert hall.

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

The lady with the necklace on the passenger seat now had no trace of dissatisfaction and sleepiness on her face after sitting in the car for several hours.

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

"It's great, this program is so 'explosive'. It's perfect, it's really exciting... We were able to sell 10 copies 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 this middle-aged aunt's professionalism as a media person and won her respect.

Anna rested her head on the soft pillow in the back seat. She had been busy all day. She finished interviewing Gagosian in the morning and chatted with Cao Xuan for a long time in the evening.

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

She also looked a little tired.

Miss Elena took out her cell phone, ready to see if Detective Cat and Secretary Elliot had sent her any messages, and then take a short nap on the way back.

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

Neither of the two people she cared about sent her a message, but there was a reminder of such a message on social software.

Anna opened the chat software.

"Ku? GU? Quite similar."

Miss Elena remembered that this was the elderly painter friend she had added who was newly signed by Mashi Gallery.

She once wondered whether the other party might be related to Detective Cat.

It was later found that,

The other party was an old Chinese painting painter, and the detective Mao Ba who painted knife paintings couldn't even be found.

Anna had been disappointed for a while before.

There is also a small problem of language habits here.

Chinese characters all look the same.

But Mr. Gu lives overseas, and the spelling habit of his name that he often uses on social software is still the Wettoma-Zhailisi pinyin commonly used in the late Qing Dynasty.

That is to say, Tsinghua University is called Tsinghua in English, and Peking University is called Peking in Weishi Pinyin.

Therefore, when his name is spelled out, it is the slightly retro T'ung hsiang·Ku, not Gu Tongxiang. In addition, as a small owner of a calligraphy and painting shop, Mr. Gu has to take care of himself when introducing himself to others. The language habit of foreign customers is to reverse the first and last names.

Cao Xuan is completely different.

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

An outstanding painter is naturally qualified to have his name remembered by others.

I have never heard that Picasso thought his name was too long and difficult to remember, so he changed it.

Mr. Cao never cares about anyone's language habits. If you are not familiar with Eastern naming methods, then you can just learn it.

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

It’s all about how you should pronounce it.

Therefore, Anna had always vaguely felt that the name "Gu Weijing" mentioned by Master Cao seemed familiar to her, but she could not remember where she had seen it.

She didn't even react.

This "Gu Weijing" and the friend Gu Tongxiang on Whatsapp actually have the same surname.

Miss Elena read a few words softly.

This old man often updates social updates there.

Anna didn't take it seriously either.

Every moment, there are various artists hoping to get her attention.

Let’s talk about an exaggerated metaphor.

When Anna used to drink a cup of coffee in front of the school, she wished she could meet a performance artist squatting there, like a brown bear in a circus, riding a unicycle and jumping through fire rings at the door.

He also had to hold a wine glass on his head, which was worthy of her taking a second look.

There are so many weird ways.

Miss Elena has even seen naked people three or four times, and they all like to take a day trip.

This is why Anna rarely uses public social accounts such as Twitter and INS.

What does Gu Tongxiang’s micro-business trick that he thinks is new mean?

It’s long gone stale.

Faced with classmate Lao Gu's flirting, he longed to be caught by Miss Elena's golden fishhook.

Anna didn't even bother to see through it.

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

But somehow, Anna hesitated again, maybe the vague feeling of familiarity reminded her.

Somehow.

Her fingers trembled and she clicked on this post.

[Health is the best gift, contentment is the greatest wealth, kindness is the best character, concern is the most sincere greeting, concern is the most selfless thought, and blessings are the most beautiful words! Good night, everyone! (The peonies are blooming particularly beautifully today!)]

Go in a little bit.

The English version of Gu Tongxiang’s rustic WeChat quotations for the elderly immediately came to my attention.

Mr. Gu was sitting at his desk, holding a framed picture of peonies in his hand. Lying on the table in front of him was a fat, round, ginger-striped big cat, licking its paws out of boredom.

And on the wall behind him.

In the background of the center of the camera, there is a large character written in rich ink as the background.

Gu Tongxiang's chrysanthemum-like old face is facing the camera, and his smile looks particularly bright.

(End of this chapter)