After seeing Aigron's reply, the old musician was greatly relieved.
Because of the pain, his hands were shaking slightly and his handwriting became increasingly sloppy.
For him now, having so many conversations with Renbi was already a very unbearable physical activity, but his spirit did not sink into depression, but instead became higher and higher.
There is always exciting vitality in young people. They represent hope and the future. They are also handsome and cute, which makes people feel happy - not to mention that the boy and girl in front of them belong to two commanders who are famous in history.
Children.
Just looking at the pair of children standing in front of him, he felt that history itself was solidifying 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 opportunity to see his true face, I had to face the violence and horror of the war. Some of my relatives and friends died in the war... At that time, Vienna was under artillery fire.
They were trembling, and a few years later Paris was also trampled by foreign military boots. No one got glory from these wars, but only the tragedy of corpses strewn in the fields.
I am very happy that the era belonging to our generation will eventually pass, and all the horrific scenes soaked in blood will also be remembered with us. I wish you, young sir. I wish that the children of my former idol will live in this country with
Starting your life in an enviable way, I wish the new generation to put aside the hatred and barriers of the past and face a glorious future. It is also a pleasure to me that you can commemorate the turbulent waves of the past with calm happiness.
."
With a dual mood of excitement and relief, he wrote this paragraph and handed it to the young man in front of him.
However, the old man's words, full of expectations, did not touch the young man's heart.
Peaceful happiness?
Maybe many people would feel extremely satisfied with this, but he wouldn't. His blood needs to be stimulated by passion. He also has too many things to do, and he can't stop no matter what.
Therefore, no matter how sincere the old man's attitude is, he cannot change his stubborn heart - since everything has been decided, it must not be changed.
The old man did not notice the proud and stubborn light in the young man's eyes at this moment, but looked at Theresa.
A gentle smile appeared on his wrinkled face, and then he nodded towards His Highness.
Teresa walked up to him knowingly, then looked at the musician curiously.
Beethoven continued writing on the paper and then handed it to Theresa.
"Thank you for coming to visit me in the last days of my life, your beautiful Highness. Although it is only the first time I met you, I can still feel your humility and enthusiasm. You respect me and love music, which makes me doubly proud.
I am honored - but I hope you will not limit your love to the small field of art, but leave more to this country and its people.
In your superior position, if you only enjoy your own little world and turn a blind eye to the injustices that pervade the world, then you are betraying God's care for you. The country belongs to its people, not your family, just because of the accident of history.
, your family has been on the throne of Austria to this day. This is a blessing but it is also an obligation. You should exercise your power with humility and benefit the people. Only in this way can your family be able to be in the throne of Austria.
Continue on the throne. If you hope that France's drama will not be repeated, you should listen to my advice."
These words are simply deviant according to the standard of "divine right of kings". 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
He also expresses his feelings directly.
If it were other members of the royal family with conservative ideas, 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 wrote quickly on the paper.
"I will always bear in mind what you said, sir. I have always believed that I was given the Habsburg surname only because of accidental luck. Therefore, I must be in awe and fear, and must not indulge in indiscretion, let alone
Instead of bullying the weak, you should use everything you get to try your best to help others... I will always remember that once the anger of ordinary people is gathered, it is enough to burn down heaven, let alone the palace on earth?"
Then, with a little shyness, she glanced at the young man next to her, and then continued writing, "I have told Your Highness before that I am not greedy for wealth and glory, nor am I afraid of living an ordinary life. I even
I have prepared for this! Of course, thanks to my good father, I will never fall into poverty no matter what. I know how enviable everything I have is, 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 but feel a little moved.
He looked at Teresa's slightly red face again, and his already dull heart suddenly regained a little vitality, and he began to think of joking.
"It's such touching love. In this case, I also believe that you will be happy. But when I say this, I feel a little emotional. If it weren't for the accidental reversal of history, you would have become the Queen of France... You are the one who should
Should I regret that I lost this opportunity, or should I be grateful?"
"As long as His Highness can give full play to his talents, no matter what kind of life he leads, I will not feel uneasy. It is very good to be a hermit living in the countryside, cultivating flower gardens and sorting out manuscripts; to be a tourist traveling around Europe
Traveler, it would be nice to accompany His Highness to see all the mysteries of life in the world; as for being a queen..." Teresa bit her lip, and then continued writing with a kind of pride and confidence that was rare in her.
.
"This is not a problem for me. Since the French can accept a Corsican as their emperor, they can naturally accept an Austrian as their queen. As long as they work hard enough, everything can happen.
Isn't it? My aunt didn't do well enough and was guillotined, but I believe that as long as I work hard enough, there is nothing I can't do, 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 have this kind of ambition that is enviable. Please continue to be confident, Your Highness, the door to the world is always open for you." In the end, he could only write this sentence and gave it to Theresa.
Theresa looked around the room again, and the poverty and ruin that could be seen before her eyes made her heartache again.
She knows that there will always be poverty in the world, but talented musicians like Beethoven should not fall into this situation. In a sense, this is the responsibility of her country.
"Sir, can I...can I give you some help?"
With great expectations, Teresa wrote her request on the paper, "Please forgive me for not having much money...but I want to do my best to help you and at least improve your living conditions."
Beethoven took the note and looked at it. He smiled first, 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, in the past few years, people from the upper class have expressed their stance to me and are willing to sponsor me, but I have refused them all because my dignity does not allow it.
I am under the protection of others - I once accepted the sponsorship of some noble people, but at that time we were connected in spirit and respected each other, but they have all passed away... My heart also followed their departure.
It has cooled down, and no one can give me the same feeling as before, so I no longer need new sponsors. I live on my own creations. Although I am destined to be poor, it also makes me feel clear about it.
Satisfied."
After Teresa read it, she immediately felt admiration and sadness at the same time, and couldn't help but continue writing.
"But with your current situation, I really can't let myself stand by and watch... You just taught me to help the people, so how can I watch you struggling in pain without saying a word?"
But it is a pity that the other party is still insisting on his stubbornness.
"Your Highness, there is no need to grieve for me. I don't feel grieved for myself. After birth, people are destined to return to the embrace of God. Death is just relief and sleep. I just feel sorry for this world... Come here, dignitaries.
Go, go, there have been in the past, there are now, and there will still be many in the future, but there is only one Beethoven in the world. When I leave this world, they will never find another one. God knows how long it will take for the next person to be crowned in the world of music to appear.
Woolen cloth?"
If such words came from others, they would definitely be ridiculed as arrogance, but in his writing, the overflowing pride makes people feel reasonable.
Then it makes people feel regretful - after all, some things can never come back after they are lost.
When she thought of this, Teresa felt her eyes were a little sore and almost shed tears.
She was still young and had not experienced many life and death, but today she truly felt that her vitality was leaving this talented musician, which made her feel endless regret.
Do you really just do nothing? She couldn't bear it.
But the stubbornness of musicians is difficult to change.
She thought about it for a while, and then suddenly an idea came to her mind.
Then, she picked up the pen and paper again and wrote down quickly.
"So, sir, can I order a piece of music from you? I would like to ask you to compose a piece of music for me and His Highness."
Then, her face turned red again, and she added, "If possible, use it at the 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 composing music for others before, but I am willing to use all the money I have now to customize a song for you. I hope you will not refuse because the increase is too small...
…”
Teresa wrote another sentence and handed it to the other party, then forced herself to raise her shy face and looked at the musician expectantly.
The old man was deeply moved.
Obviously, Teresa still wanted to help herself, just to take into account her own dignity, so she changed her method and donated generously in the name of "customized music."
This did not offend the musician's dignity, but on the contrary made him feel deeply moved towards Her Royal Highness Teresa.
The reddish face, the wandering eyes, even though he has lost his hearing, the musician seems to feel that he can hear the girl's melodious voice in his mind.
Alas, how many men can say no?
He couldn't help but glance sideways at the young man next to him who was completely unaware of everything.
Lucky boy, if you can let it go, it will be your fault.
With some emotion, he happily wrote the following on the paper:
"Don't be nervous, Your Highness, my fee is not expensive. And just like the song "To Alice", I am very happy to compose a "To Theresa" as a gift to you. I'm just afraid that I will die because of my old age.
And the mind that has become dull will no longer be able to compose a melody that touches people's hearts, so that it fails to live up to your expectations."
Seeing the old man's reply, Theresa was relieved. She almost cheered with such great joy that she finally controlled herself.
She achieved her goal and could help the musician she had admired for a long time at the last moment. At the same time, she was able to get a song as a gift from him. Even better... the gift song was destined to bless her and His Highness.
She couldn't help but glance at the young man who had been sitting silently next to her.
You have no idea what I got for us!
Then, she barely regained her composure, and then wrote on the paper, "I am very grateful to you for giving me the opportunity to share your genius in this way... Sir, your music will leave my name."
Historically, I think my name will be remembered by the world because of your gift. I am waiting with anticipation and gratitude for the day when you finish the manuscript, and I will permanently collect your manuscript and leave it to my descendants."
After reading what she had written, Beethoven smiled. Then he started writing again.
"Even without me, you will definitely be remembered by history. People like you are destined not to be buried."
Then, he continued to write, "Your Highness, I once believed in the supreme justice and happiness of mankind. I also doubted many times whether this belief was true and whether it was worth sticking to. I was very happy until I was in this life.
At the last moment, I was able to stick to this belief. You shared a bunch of light outside the window with me, which made this winter a lot warmer, so I will also share some of my remaining light with you - and send my best wishes.
My best wishes. Even if I fall into a peaceful sleep, I will be happy to see that the best things in this world will last forever."