"Beethoven used music to touch heaven, while Mozart's music came from heaven."
When Qin Jian saw the words on the note, the first thing that popped into his mind was the information obtained by spending 500 worship points to open the box.
Secondly.
"Adele Marcus?"
It's such a familiar name. Teachers in the college must have mentioned it before.
"Who is it?" Qin Jian thought hard.
At this moment, the difference between a scumbag and a top student is clearly evident.
…
But that doesn't matter.
Qin Jian gave up thinking about who Marcus was. Looking at this passage on the music score, he was constantly reassessing the value of that piece of information in his mind.
After all, I had gained this piece of information at a considerable risk, and at this stage, 500 points of admiration was definitely considered a big deal for me.
Therefore, if you just get a piece of information about a big boss's party, it would be too sad.
But at this moment, Qin Jian's hope was ignited again.
Since it is information, whether it is good or bad, it must be at least somewhat timely.
Otherwise, what kind of information is it?
It would be nice if I could see again.
Qin Jian opened the panel and swiped up and down.
Suddenly, his eyes focused on the upper right corner of the panel.
A small trumpet icon with wings and two small words on it.
【intelligence】
"When did it appear?"
Qin Jian was secretly annoyed by his carelessness. He was so sleepy that morning when this piece of information was opened that he didn't even notice that the panel had changed. Moreover, after he woke up, all his attention was focused on the gold coins...
Immediately, I quickly focused my attention on the small speaker.
The panel flashed momentarily.
A new interface appears
【Information Column】
[Dispute at the party]: Deep in the endless space, a grand party is being held. A group of nobles are arguing fiercely at the banquet about who touched heaven with the piano.
Source: Chris
Information timeliness:29:37:06
Sure enough, this information is time-sensitive. Fortunately, it was discovered early, otherwise it would have been a big loss again.
There are less than 30 hours left, which means that within this period, I have to find the real information provided by this intelligence.
And you still need information related to yourself.
In this case, the key question arises.
"Who is it that touched heaven with the piano?"
"Uncle Bei?"
Looking at the beautiful handwriting again, Qin Jian felt uncertain, put down the music folder in his hand, stood up and came to the window.
"Before Uncle Bei was born, there seemed to be a composer who started composing for the church choir at a young age, right?"
Qin Jian was not questioning He Jing's record, nor was he doubting the authoritativeness of the speaker.
only.
In the world of music, no one is perfect.
The benevolent sees benevolence, the wise see wisdom.
Moreover, this newly discovered intelligence function itself was shrouded in mystery, which made Qin Jian unable to think deeply.
Although he didn't know what benefits this information would bring to him, at this moment, Qin Jian just wanted to decipher, "Who touched heaven with the piano?"
Piano, heaven, music, church?
Slowly, Qin Jian's thoughts seemed to be opened at this moment, and nouns kept jumping out one by one.
The small town of Eisenach in 1685, the religious reform of Ouzhou in the 16th century, church music, Sunday worship, biblical words...
but.
Soon, Qin Jian found that his source of thoughts had dried up.
…
In desperation.
If you don't have enough brains, Baidu comes to help.
Opening the webpage on his mobile phone, Qin Jian searched one by one according to the vocabulary in his mind, hoping to find some results he wanted.
But it ultimately failed.
Regarding these knowledge related to professional fields, many of which are also mixed with some religious literature, there is indeed too little available online.
Qin Jian immediately decided to go out without wasting a quarter of an hour.
Whatever I say today, I must understand this information.
…
After leaving the Ink Garden, Qin Jian hailed a taxi directly.
"Master, go to the provincial library."
…
Standing in front of this huge building, Qin Jian felt a little ashamed. It seemed that this was his first time in the library.
After passing the testing equipment at the door, Qin Jian walked through the corridor and went directly to the lobby. Because today was not a weekend, there were not many people in the library.
"Excuse me, what is the process for borrowing books here?"
Qin Jian came to the service desk in the lobby, bowed slightly and asked politely.
"Go straight, turn left, there is a hall, you can see it when you enter it. Is there anything else you need help with, sir?" The staff member said and pointed the way for Qin Jian.
Go straight and turn left, ok. Qin Jian nodded and murmured.
"Thanks."
Following the instructions, Qin Jian quickly arrived at the window for applying for a library card.
"Hello sir, may I help you?"
"I'd like to apply for a library card."
"Which type of the above four types do you need to apply for?"
Qin Jian looked up, and there were 4 types of cards listed on the sign in front of him.
Different card application amounts provide different benefits, but Qin Jian didn't look too carefully.
"Just get the one with the most complete functions."
"Card A allows you to read all the books in the collection. Is this okay?"
"OK."
"500 yuan, and your ID card."
"Hold on."
Fortunately, I installed it when I left, so I knew how to use it.
Qin Jian sighed at his wisdom as he handed his bank card and ID card into the window.
“Swipe your card!”
Qin Jian's voice was neither loud nor soft, just enough for everyone around him to hear. Everyone looked at the young man curiously.
"Sorry sir, we only accept cash when applying for a library card."
"Turn left at the door and there is an ATM." Friendly reminder from the staff.
…
After a lot of twists and turns, Qin Jian finally came to the 5th floor with a brand new library card.
Collection Room of Foreign Art Documents.
This is it.
As soon as he walked through the door, a strong and pungent smell of ink hit his face. Qin Jian didn't understand why someone would call this the smell of books.
After walking around in a rough circle, Qin Jian was quite shocked. Roughly half of the books in this room were foreign books, and under those foreign books shelves, many people were holding books and reading them with gusto.
This made Qin Jian feel even more embarrassed.
However, after the centralized search, Qin Jian was not empty-handed when he first entered.
Holding four books in his arms, Qin Jian continued to search, looking at the dazzling bookshelves, reading them one by one, for fear of missing something.
Suddenly, Qin Jian's eyes lit up.
On the 6th row of the bookshelf less than two meters away from me, there was a simple, thread-bound thick book, authentic and inserted among many books.
After confirming the title of the book again, Qin Jian walked to the bookshelf in two steps and reached out to pick up the book.
Almost at the same time, a white and tender hand reached out to the book.
The two hands touched each other instantly, and the two people turned to look at each other at the same time.
Qin Jian's eyes flashed with surprise.
But the white and tender hand retracted like an electric shock, a pair of slender eyes looked at the other person's face for a moment, the pupils suddenly became larger, and he exclaimed: "It's... it's... it's you!!"
Qin Jian's pupils also dilated when he heard the other party's words. Damn it, "You, you, you!!"