Eagle’s Glory

"I will cherish it, sir."

After seeing Aegron's reply, the old musician was greatly relieved.

Because of the pain, his hands have been shaking slightly, and his handwriting has become more and more scribbled.

For him now, talking with people and writing so many words is already a very unbearable physical work, but his spirit has not fallen into depression, but has become more and more high.

There is always an exhilarating energy in young people, they represent hope and the future, and they are also handsome and lovely, which makes people happy - not to mention the teenagers and girls in front of them are two commanders who have left history. children.

Just looking at the pair of children standing in front of him, he felt that history itself was frozen in front of him.

This epic feeling is the easiest to touch the soft and sensitive heart of the artist.

"When Napoleon captured Vienna in 1809, I was on the outskirts of the city. Although I didn't have the chance to see his true face, I had to face the violence and terror of the war. Some of my relatives and friends died in the war... At that time Vienna was under fire. During the shivering, a few years later, Paris was also trampled by the military boots of foreigners. No one got glory from these wars, but only the tragic image of corpses lying everywhere.

I am glad that the era of our generation will pass, and all the horrors soaked in blood will follow our memory, and I bless you, young gentleman. I wish the children of my former idols to start their lives in this country in an enviable way, and to a new generation to put aside the hatreds and barriers of the past and embrace a glorious future. It is also a relief to me that you can commemorate the rough seas of the past with peaceful bliss. "

With a double mood of excitement and relief, he wrote such a paragraph and handed it to the young man in front of him.

However, the old man's hopeful words did not touch the young man's heart.

Peaceful happiness?

Maybe many people will be very satisfied with this, but he won't, his blood needs to be driven by passion, and he also has too many things to do, and he can't stop anyway.

Therefore, no matter how sincere the old man's attitude was, he couldn't change his stubborn heart - since everything has been decided, it must not be changed.

The old man did not notice the proud and stubborn brilliance in the young man's eyes at the moment, but looked at Teresa.

A gentle smile appeared on his wrinkled face, and then nodded towards the Highness.

Theresa came to him knowingly, and looked at the musician curiously.

Beethoven continued on the paper and handed it to Teresa.

"Thank you for visiting in the last days of my life, my beautiful highness. Although it is only the first time I have met you, I can still feel your humility and enthusiasm. You respect me and love music, which makes me so much more It's an honor - but I hope you don't limit your love to the little arts, but more to this country and its people.

In your superior position, if you only care about enjoying your own little world and turn a blind eye to the injustice that fills the world, then you are failing God's favor for you. The country belongs to its people, not your family. It is only by accident that your family has been on the throne of Austria until now. It is a blessing but also an obligation, which you should exercise with humility. Power, favor the people, and only in this way can your family continue on the throne. If you want the French repertoire not to be repeated, then you should take my advice. "

These words are simply deviant in the standard of "monarchical authority". It is precisely because he often said similar words that Beethoven was despised by the Austrian government, but he did not compromise, even when facing Theresa. Also express your mind.

If it were other members of the royal family with conservative thoughts, they might be furious when they saw such words, but Teresa was not angry. On the contrary, she quite agreed with the musician's words.

So, she picked up the pen and quickly wrote it down on the paper.

"I will always remember what you have said, sir. I have always thought that I only got the Habsburg surname by chance, so I must be in awe and fear, and must not indulge, much less Bullying the weak, on the contrary, you should use everything you get to help others as much as you can... I will always remember that once the anger of ordinary people is gathered, it is enough to burn down heaven, let alone a palace on earth?"

Then, with a little shyness, she glanced at the young man next to her, and continued to write, "I told His Highness before that I am not greedy for wealth and glory, and I am not afraid of living an ordinary life. I am prepared for this! Of course, thanks to my good father, I will not fall into poverty no matter what, I know that I have everything that people admire, so I am willing to protect it with generosity and humility all of these."

After reading Teresa's reply, the old musician couldn't help feeling a little moved.

He looked at Teresa's slightly flushed face again, and his heart, which was already like a tree, suddenly regained a little bit of vitality, and he had the idea of ​​​​joking.

"It's really emotional love, and since that's the case, I also believe that you will be happy. But I'm a little emotional when it comes to this. If it weren't for the accidental turn of history, you would have become the queen of France... You should be Are you sorry that you lost this opportunity, or should you be happy?"

"As long as Your Highness can give full play to his talents, I will not feel cramped in any kind of life. It is a good life to be a hermit in the countryside, cultivating a flowerbed and arranging manuscripts; It is also good for a traveler to accompany His Highness to see all the mysterious life in the world; as for being a queen..." Teresa bit her lip, and continued to write with a kind of pride and self-confidence rarely seen in her. .

"This is not a problem for me. Since the French can accept a Corsican as their emperor, they can also accept an Austrian as their queen. As long as they work hard enough, everything can happen. Isn't it? My aunt wasn't good enough so she was guillotined, but I believe that if I work hard enough, nothing is impossible and I can do better than the French expect."

Seeing such serious handwriting on the paper, Beethoven was embarrassed to say that he was joking.

"Young people are enviable with this ambition. Please continue to be confident, Your Highness, the door of the world has always been opened for you." In the end, he could only write such a sentence and give it to Teresa.

Teresa looked around the room again, and the poverty and ruin within her sight made her heartache again.

She knew that there would always be poverty in the world, but a talented musician like Beethoven should not fall into this situation. In a sense, it is the responsibility of her country.

"Sir, can I... can I give you some sponsorship?"

With great anticipation, Teresa wrote her request on a piece of paper, "Please forgive me that I don't have much money...but I want to help you as much as I can, at least to improve your living conditions."

Beethoven took the note and looked at it, first smiled, and then shook his head at her.

Then he wrote his own words.

"Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness, but please allow me to refuse. To tell you the truth, over the past few years, people from the upper classes have expressed their willingness to sponsor me, but I have refused because my dignity does not allow it. I live under the protection of others - I have received patronage from some noble people, but we were connected with each other and respected each other, but they have all passed away... My heart also followed their departure. I went away and cooled down, no one can give me the feeling I used to have, so I no longer need new sponsors, I live by my own creations, although I am destined to be poor, but it also makes me have a clear conscience, I am Satisfied."

After Teresa read it, she suddenly felt both admiration and sentimentality, and couldn't help but write again.

"But with your current situation, I really can't let myself stand idly by... You were teaching me to help the people just now, so how can I just watch you struggling in pain without saying a word?"

But unfortunately, the other party is still insisting on his stubbornness.

"His Royal Highness, don't grieve for me, and I don't grieve for myself. People are destined to return to God's arms after birth. Death is just a relief and a sleep. I'm just pity for this world. Go and go, there are in the past, there are now, there will be many in the future, but there is only one Beethoven in this world, and when I leave this world, they will never find another one. God knows how long it will take for the next person who can be crowned in the music world to appear. Woolen cloth?"

If this kind of remark came from the mouths of others, it would definitely be ridiculed as arrogant, but in his writing, the overflowing pride makes people feel reasonable.

Then it makes people feel sorry - after all, after some things are lost, they can never be returned.

Thinking of this, Teresa felt a little sore in her eyes, and she almost burst into tears.

She is still young and has not experienced many life and death, but today she truly feels that her vitality is leaving this talented musician, which makes her feel endless regret.

Really do nothing? She was unbearable.

But the stubbornness of musicians is also difficult to change.

She thought about it for a while, and then a flash of light came to her mind.

Then, she picked up the pen and paper again and wrote it down quickly.

"Then, sir, may I order a piece of music for you? I would like to ask you to compose a piece for me and Your Highness."

Then, her face flushed again, and she added, "If you can, at a wedding."

After receiving this note, the old man's expression suddenly became a little strange.

"Sir, I don't know what price you charged for writing songs for others before, but I am willing to use all the money I have now to order a song for you. I hope you will not reject the price because the price is too low... …”

Teresa wrote another sentence and handed it to the other party, then forced herself to raise her shy face and look at the musician expectantly.

The old man's heart was also moved.

Clearly, Teresa still wanted to help herself, just out of respect for her own dignity, so she changed her approach and donated generously in the name of "made-to-order music".

This did not violate the dignity of the musician, on the contrary, it made him feel more touched by His Royal Highness Theresa.

This reddish face, this flowing eyes, although he has lost his hearing, but the musician seems to feel that he can hear the girl's gentle voice in his mind.

Ouch, how many men can refuse!

He couldn't help squinting at the young man beside him who was unaware of everything.

Lucky boy, it's your fault if you can let it go.

With a little emotion, he happily wrote the following handwriting on the paper:

"You don't have to be nervous, Your Highness, my fee is not expensive. And just like that "To Alice", I am very happy to compose a "To Theresa" as a gift to you, I am just afraid that I am old because of my old age. And the mind that has become dull, it is difficult to compose a touching melody, so that it lives up to your expectations."

Seeing the old man's reply, Teresa was instantly relieved. She almost cheered with great joy, and she managed to control herself.

She achieved her goal and could help the musician she admired for a long time at the last moment; at the same time, she was able to get a gift from him, and even better... that gift was destined to bless her and His Highness.

She couldn't help but glance at the young man who had been sitting silently beside him.

You have no idea what I got for us!

Then she managed to regain her composure, and then wrote on the paper, "I am so grateful for the opportunity to share your genius in this way... Sir, your tune will make my name. Historically, I think my name will be remembered for your gift. I wait with anticipation and gratitude for the day you will finish your manuscript, and I will keep your manuscript in a permanent collection and leave it to my posterity."

After reading her handwriting, Beethoven smiled. Then he started writing again.

"Even without me, you will definitely be remembered by history, and people like you are not destined to be buried."

Then, he wrote, "Your Highness, I once believed in the supreme justice and happiness of human beings, and I have doubted many times whether this belief is true and whether it is worth upholding. I am very happy until I am in the middle of my life. At the last moment, I can still hold on to this belief. You shared a beam of light outside the window to me, and this winter has been warmed a lot, so I will also share some of my remaining light with you - and I would like to express my sincere gratitude to you. My best wishes. Even if I fall into a slumber, I will be glad to see all the best things in this world endure."