— Sorry, I was stuck in a traffic jam. …
In the hall of the Musicians' associations, Elena looked at the door anxiously from time to time. Why wasn't Lucien here yet? Today was his first day managing the library, and he had to meet Mr. Hank, who was in charge of the daily affairs of the association. Even if he was late, he wouldn't lose his job because of Mr. Victor, but it would leave a bad impression on Mr. Hank. If Mr. Wolfe knew about this, he would probably use this matter to humiliate and humiliate him.
The blonde girl, Kathy, was standing beside Elena. She was also in charge of the reception. She looked at Elena with her green eyes and asked curiously, "Elena, who are you waiting for? You're not behaving like your usual self. "
The Musicians' associations were in charge of receiving guests in pairs. However, when Lucien came for the first time, Elena asked her partner to have lunch first because of George. When Lucien came for the second time, Kathy happened to bring another guest to visit a director on the third floor.
"I'm waiting for a friend. He's going to work in the association. Lucien, you're finally here. " Elena, who was wearing a light white dress and looking as pure and beautiful as an angel, let out a sigh of relief. She walked out from behind the wooden cabinet and walked towards Lucien. "Huh? Why do you look so pale? Are you sick? "
Although Lucien couldn't see his face, he could imagine how pale and weak he was. After going back and forth to Duke Wayne's manor, the throbbing and dizziness in his head had gotten worse. His forehead was still hot. "I think I'm sick. My head is a little hot, but it's not serious. Elena, can you take me to see Mr. Hank? Well, thank you for your concern." This kind of external symptoms came from the trauma of the soul, and it wasn't something that an ordinary doctor in the charity hall could treat.
"Okay. Anyway, the work in the library is very leisurely, especially today's church." Elena signaled Kathy with her eyes and then led Lucien to the third floor.
Mr. Hank was a middle-aged man who was tall and thin, but he didn't make things difficult for Lucien. After asking about Lucien's name, age, and physical condition, he asked Elena to take Lucien to the library.
"The person in charge of the library in the morning with you is Pieroux Sandor. He's very fond of music, but he has a strange personality." On the way to the music library on the second floor, Elena introduced Pieroux to Lucien. However, she wasn't a girl who was good at badmouthing others. After thinking for a while, she just described Pieroux as "strange". "Anyway, he's the kind of person who often speaks in a way that makes people unable to understand his thoughts. Fortunately, he's normal in other aspects, and he's not a loner. Lucien, just get along with him normally."
People who could work in such a low-paying job must have some connections in the Musicians' associations. Lucien didn't want to meet people who were too troublesome. After hearing Elena's introduction, he was finally relieved. "Thank you, Elena."
Soon, the two arrived at the music library. It was very large and quiet, occupying half of the entire second floor. It was said that there were thousands of books on music theory and other aspects, as well as most of the officially recorded music scores, as well as information about the past issues of newspapers such as Music Criticism and Symphony News. There were also a few religious books and travel notes for musicians to refer to.
It was only 8: 30 a.m., and no musicians or musicians had arrived yet. There was almost no sound in the library. A slender and delicate young man with black hair and brown eyes was sitting on a chair behind a wooden cabinet, quietly looking at the music score in his hand. He was so focused that he looked like a stone statue.
Seeing this, Lucien's first impression of Pieroux was, "As expected of a weak young man who is addicted to music."
Elena whispered, "Pieroux, Pieroux … Well, this is your companion, Lucien. He'll be managing the library with you in the future."
Amidst the continuous shouting, Pieroux finally woke up from the music. He raised his head, his brown eyes a little confused as he said, "Good morning, Elena. Is it Sunday today?"
"Hello, Pieroux. I'm Lucien Evans." Lucien endured the throbbing pain in his head and smiled as he introduced himself.
Pieroux finally reacted. He walked from behind the wooden cabinet to Lucien and said, "Hello, Lucien. I'm Pieroux Sandor …"
After the introduction, his eyes immediately focused on Lucien's face. Just when Lucien thought he was going to ask something like "Are you sick?", Pieroux suddenly said,
"Lucien, take care of yourself."
There was nothing wrong with this sentence, and it was even very appropriate. However, the meaningful smile on Pieroux's face at the same time seemed to say, "I know, all men know." Thus, the entire sentence became very strange, as if it was referring to something unspeakable.
"This guy, what was he thinking in his head just now? How could he come to such a conclusion without going through a long and rugged train of thought?" Lucien roughly guessed what he meant and had a deep understanding of his jumping thinking. No wonder Elena said that he often said things that others couldn't understand.
Elena secretly smiled at Lucien, as if to say, "See, it's just as I said."
"Alright, I have to go down. Lucien, work hard. This is the treasure of the entire association. You have to know how to make use of it. "Elena pointed at the books, music scores, newspapers, and so on on the bookshelves.
After sending Elena off, Pieroux led Lucien to the back of the wooden cabinet while explaining simply, "Lucien, my thoughts are like inspiration, always popping out from all kinds of places. Sometimes, you might not understand, but don't mind it."
"Yes, I understand." Lucien already had a deep understanding of his jumping thinking. He couldn't help but ask, "Just now, before you told me to take care of myself, what thoughts did you have?"
Pieroux made a sound of acknowledgment. "I saw that your face was pale and you couldn't walk steadily. Yes, Lucien, take care of yourself."
His face revealed the kind of smile that all men understood. As for the specific thought process, it was completely absent.
Lucien felt like he had been defeated. His impression of Pieroux as a "weak young man who was addicted to music" had unknowingly become "a very wretched guy who liked music."
After briefly explaining to Lucien what a librarian needed to do, Pieroux said carelessly, "Only the members of the association can enter this library, so there aren't many people who come to read or borrow books every day, especially in the morning. Lucien, you just have to be polite when the musicians and musicians come, and there won't be any other problems. Alright, you can walk around and familiarize yourself. I'll continue reading 'Twelve Equal Temperament Piano Pieces.' This is the 'Holy Bible' of piano music!"
When it came to music, the wretched Pieroux bloomed in a completely different light.
The 'Holy Bible' was the religious scripture of the Saint Truth. Using it as a metaphor, one could see the status of 'Twelve Equal Temperament Piano Pieces.' Even on Earth, Bach's 48 'Equal Temperament Piano Pieces' was also known as the 'Old Testament' of piano music. As for the 'New Testament' of piano music, it was Beethoven's 32 piano sonatas, including famous pieces such as' Moonlight ',' Tempest 'and' Pathetique '.
Lucien happened to have this idea, so he nodded without any hesitation. Seeing so many books in front of him, Lucien always had the idea of collecting them all into his Library of the Soul, just like a squirrel who always liked to collect pine cones.
Walking to a bookshelf, Lucien took out a book and flipped through it in a few minutes. The Library of the Soul generated the corresponding book, and then he took out the next one.
Pieroux, who had not had time to indulge in the world of music, soon noticed Lucien's strange behavior. He curiously and confusedly walked to him, "Lucien, what are you doing?"
Lucien smiled and fooled Pieroux, "I've heard that there are talented musicians who like to write down their inspirations in the gaps between the books and music scores they read, so I want to see if I can find them. If they haven't been published yet, then I can become a musician very soon."
"Really?" Pieroux looked at Lucien suspiciously. Just now, Lucien did seem to be looking for the music scores and melodies in the gaps between the books, "But Lucien, the most important thing in music is the foundation. Otherwise, even if you can become famous with those melodies, what will you do in the future?"
"Haha, Pieroux, I'm just kidding. I'm just checking if these books are damaged and making a record to avoid any problems in the future." Lucien then said the real excuse he had prepared. This was actually one of his purposes. After all, Wolf seemed to be a petty person. Although it was unlikely that he would deliberately make things difficult for a nobody like him, it was better to be cautious.
Pieroux nodded as if he had suddenly realized something, "You're really like a woman."
"Where did his thinking jump to again?" Lucien couldn't figure out Pieroux's thinking process this time, so he didn't bother to think about it. He continued to move the materials in the music library to his Library of the Soul.
Since it was a Sunday, most of the musicians and musicians had gone to church. Only one or two poor guys who were searching for inspiration came to the library once and borrowed some music scores. So Lucien was very free. He spent four hours, making his arms sore, to collect more than a hundred books and hundreds of music scores.
There were many books about religion and travel in the library, because Lucien intended to have a rough and basic understanding of this world through these books as soon as possible.
…
At 12: 30, after handing over the work, Pieroux continued to read music scores in the library after eating a piece of bread, while Lucien returned to Aunt Alisa's house.
On the way back, everything was normal. There was no tension or strange atmosphere, but Lucien's pale face made Aunt Alisa's heart ache for a while.
After a short nap, Lucien felt that his body and soul had recovered a little, so he went to Mr. Victor's house to start learning scales, notes and other basic music knowledge.
Two days passed peacefully. John came home in the evening, pulled Lucien aside, and told him what happened that day.
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