In the auditorium, the song ended.
Amidst the thunderous applause and noise, the girl who had been listening quietly looked at the old man beside her.
"What do you think, Dean?"
"good."
Maxwell seemed to approve.
"In your opinion, it's just good?" The girl blinked at him.
"Your Highness, your words are really embarrassing for me."
Maxwell shook his head and laughed: "The quality of music only depends on the hearts of the performer and the audience. To my ears, his performance is really very skillful. This is a child who has worked hard, and his current achievements are not only Depends on family background.”
"Then why just say it's good?".
"Maybe in my opinion... this kid's playing is a little less fun, right?"
"pleasure?"
"That's right, Your Highness, fun is the essence of music. Life without fun is painful, let alone music."
“Isn’t music serious stuff?”
Maxwell laughed, "Forgive me for overstepping my bounds, have you been to a tavern?"
Mary thought for a moment and shook her head regretfully: "No."
"That's a shame. You should have gone."
Maxwell sighed: "I know a good pub. The decoration there is not good, there are not many tables and chairs, and the boss has a bad temper, but the wine is good. When he is drunk, the boss will play the balalaika with his own hands. He jumped on the stage and played. When he got to the point where he was interested in playing, he became very happy, even if he played messily. But no one listened to his playing because the guests were all drunk. But he fell asleep when he heard such music. I will also feel happy.”
"Is this where the fun lies?" Mary seemed to realize something.
"That's probably the truth." Maxwell suddenly laughed mid-sentence: "Sorry, I started preaching again unconsciously. This is my occupational disease."
"No, if Dean can give lectures in person, I wouldn't mind enrolling in the school." The girl smiled slyly.
"Spare me, I no longer have the strength to accept any more apprentices."
Maxwell smiled bitterly: "After all, your highness, why did you suddenly come here today? Are you just teasing me, an old man?"
"Well, it's a long story..."
Mentioning this matter, the girl's calm expression became a little helpless: "Yesterday, my uncle sent a letter on the north wall, and it was given to you, the principal."
"Your uncle?"
Maxwell became serious: "He's back?"
"He just wrote you a letter, it was urgent. He actually used the 'wind tunnel' to throw it directly at you. There was a loud noise last night, and this letter was thrown out and dropped on the table. Made all the guards think there was an assassin."
"To be honest, I'm curious as to what would warrant that lunatic to write to me."
He took the letter from the girl's hand, opened it casually, and then fell into a long silence.
After a long time, he raised his head and smiled bitterly:
"Your Highness, this letter of yours has come... I'm afraid it's too late."
"Too late?"
Mary was stunned and a little uneasy: "Is this urgent news?"
"No, no, it's just ordinary words. But for some people... I'm afraid this is more urgent than anything else, right?" Maxwell sighed and unfolded the letter.
"—This is a letter of recommendation, Your Highness."
The girl took the opened letter and her face became a little strange, probably because she couldn't accept her uncle's unreasonable logic and wording. There is very little handwriting on the letterhead, only three short lines, one line for header, one line for content, and one line for the end. I don't even bother to write the date.
To Maxwell:
A white-haired oriental boy will come to your place to take an exam in the near future. I hope to accept him.
—John Sebastian.
"I don't know how many benefits that bastard received from others before he was willing to write to me with such a shy face, but he has no sense of time. Your Highness, you are late, and that child may have been locked out long ago. went!"
The girl was silent for a moment, pursed her lips and lowered her head: "This is my dereliction of duty."
"It's just that old bastard's fault." The dean rubbed her hair offensively: "Don't be sad."
As he said that, he turned to the fat man passing by.
Mr. Sidney was walking so excitedly that he looked like a fat penguin intoxicated with flight. Seeing the serious face of the dean, he was immediately awakened and prepared. He first bowed his head respectfully and saluted the girl, but his eyes were locked on the principal, wondering what conspiracy this old man wanted to play.
"Principal, what do you do for a living?"
"Well, Mr. Sidney, there's someone I want to consult with you."
Maxwell put down his wine glass and gestured to the boy's height: "Have you ever seen a boy at a reception? He probably doesn't have an invitation letter."
"Huh?" Sidney was stunned, with a bad feeling in his heart.
"Well, he's an Oriental. He should have white hair, right? Have you seen him?"
"... Are you bringing a dog with you?"
"I don't know about this. It seems you must have seen him."
Maxwell nodded, and when he saw Sidney's face, he suddenly had a bad guess: "Hey, Mr. Sidney, you... didn't drive him away, did you?"
Sidney hesitated for a moment, nodded, and then saw the pitying eyes of Maxwell and the girl.
"Ah hahaha, I didn't expect it to happen."
Maxwell laughed, then put his hands on Sidney's shoulders and said sternly: "It seems that I have misunderstood you before. I have always thought that you are a waste who lacks responsibility. But today, your performance made me I have completely changed my mind... But now that you admit it, are you willing to take all the responsibility?"
Before Sidney could get angry, he was stunned by the second half. What kind of medicine is this old ghost selling in his heart? He suddenly regretted that he was not cautious enough.
"It's my duty, sir!"
Sidney had a sullen face, put up an air, and slapped the principal's hand away: "He has no invitation letter, and he is not on the list. He is dressed like a little beggar. Did I do something wrong? Please forgive me for being offended. I have indeed seen the little gangster you mentioned. As for this kind of entanglement, which will only disrupt the banquet arrangements, I can only drive him away, and I don’t think such a decision is wrong. If you are right about me If you are dissatisfied with your work, you can report it to the committee, and I believe the committee will make a fair decision! But at the Royal Conservatory of Music, not just anyone can come in!"
After he finished speaking, he clicked his lips, feeling that the last sentence was a stroke of genius. His counter-examination completely overwhelmed the principal's momentum. It was rare to see the principal's gray face, and his eyes became proud.
"hehe."
Maxwell smiled: "You are really good at joking. How can you go to the committee for such a thing?"
After suffering a big loss in the last fight, he no longer dared to confront the committee. Sidney sneered: "Then please be careful with your words."
"No, no, no, you misunderstood me." Maxwell sighed pitifully: "I mean... the committee can't protect you."
"you!"
Before he finished speaking, a recommendation letter was placed in front of him: "I hope you are still literate, Mr. Sidney. After reading this, I hope you can still maintain such confidence."
Sidney glanced at the letter and vaguely felt that the name looked familiar, but he was not sure, but his heart suddenly twitched: "John Sebastian?"
Maxwell nodded: "That's right."
"Which Sebastian?"
Sidney asked a stupid question, but the ominous premonition in his heart became stronger and stronger.
The dean sighed deeply: "I have already said that it always feels unreliable to let a waste who is not even a musician come to the college as a professor."
Then, he pointed to the oil painting on the wall:
"Do you think that Sebastian who can be called uncle by His Highness, who else could he be? Is he the Sebastian who sells vegetables? Is he the Sebastian who looks after us? Is it? Or the Sebastian we hang on the wall now? "
Sidney suddenly felt a heavy uneasiness, followed his gaze, and suddenly felt that his forehead had been hit by a sledgehammer.
Enlightened.
Too bad.
He stared blankly at the thin man on the painting, and his expression couldn't help but twitch. He felt like who was joking with him.
"Yes, it's him."
The principal blocked his shoulder, clinked glasses with him happily, and raised his glass to pay tribute to the oil painting: "The King of Blue, the Uncrowned Emperor, the Strongest Musician, the Guardian of Humanity, the greatest opener and musician of our time, and my old friend, The creditor... the musician named 'Bach' - Johann Sebastian! Haha, so to speak, this guy is quite great? How about it, are you happy or not?"
He winked at Sidney: "You gave me a surprise today. Do you know who was the last person to get Sebastian's letter of recommendation, right?"
who is it? Who else could it be? !
He was the genius boy whose fame spread throughout the world overnight, who won the crown of the Yellow King and then mysteriously disappeared!
After a long, long time, Sidney finally came back to his senses and looked blankly at the principal beside him, who was arm-in-arm:
"me… "
Silence, long silence.
Sidney swallowed his saliva and saw the girl's face becoming increasingly ugly, like a fat penguin falling into a fire pit.
"Dean, Your Highness, you... listen to my explanation."
He was about to cry, sweating like rain: "Listen to my explanation, I am not, no, my, it is his wife, it is not right, I mean... please give me a chance to make amends."
Maxwell shrugged grimly and whistled to show that he was helpless.
"You can't do this!"
Sidney's expression collapsed. He held the principal's collar completely out of control and yelled: "I have made contributions to the college, and I have bled for Angel! You can't do this! I just love the college! I love the college. Is there something wrong too?!"
"That's such a pity. But it's a pity that any man who is involved in love will know this sentence..." Maxwell whispered in Sidney's ear:
"You love the academy, but the academy doesn't love you."
Sidney seemed to have lost all his strength and stumbled back, speaking incoherently and not knowing what to say: "I will find him immediately! I will find someone immediately..."
His expression twitched, and he dragged the supervisor not far away:
"Lao Mai, immediately mobilize all the school staff and find everyone... Find that white-haired oriental boy for me!" Sidney grabbed his shoulder tightly: "Go quickly, you have to run, do you understand? ?!”
His eyes were red and he was muttering something under his breath.
Hope he's not gone yet! Hope he's not gone yet! Hope he's not gone yet!
Sidney prayed desperately in his heart, but saw the supervisor's expression becoming increasingly weird.
"What are you still doing?"
Sidney was furious, "Go find it quickly!"
"White hair, Oriental."
The supervisor asked in a low voice: "Are you bringing a dog with you?"
Before he could finish speaking, Sidney hugged him, as if grasping a life-saving straw, he wanted to rub it and lick it: "Have you seen it?! Have you seen him? Have you seen that person?"
"I've seen it."
The supervisor nodded with difficulty and affirmatively: "I saw this person."
God be with you, may the saints protect you, Ali Baba, Hallelujah! !
Sidney was so ecstatic that he burst into tears.
"Where?! Where! Take me there immediately!"
"Well."
The supervisor looked at the principal and the girl next to him and hesitated.
"What are you doing standing still? Tell me! Where are you?!" Sidney was so anxious that he almost cried.
After being stunned for a long time, the supervisor replied helplessly:
"…in our back kitchen."