And Chopin's days of playing the wind spectrum month

【Farewell · Goodbye [1]】

Bumpy.

The vibrations coming from all sides from time to time are like a series of vibratos that appear every two bars-if there is such a movement full of "decoration", it will definitely make the performers and the audience feel tired and panic.

Of course, for someone who is experiencing the concussion firsthand, it can feel awful!

The soreness spread from the bones, and every inch of skin was clamoring for discomfort.The sleeping girl frowned and moved her arms uneasily.

Fatigue.

The eyelids seemed to be leaden, the girl never thought that it would be such a difficult thing to open her eyes.Her thinking was almost stagnant, and she had no time to care about other than directing her body to "wake up".

But the poor health feedback made her laugh outrageously, and she even suspected that she was undergoing first aid.

"I don't seem to have anything to lose after losing the sensitive touch of my left hand."

With this thought, all the struggles and efforts immediately slackened, and the girl gave up control of herself dejectedly.Presumably when the body is ready, waking up is a natural thing.

In a trance, her forehead was touched softly.

"My poor lady... the fever seems to be gone, and you will be well soon..."

The cotton handkerchief gently dipped the fine beads of sweat on the girl's forehead, and she could feel the dedication and worry of the person who took care of her from this delicate movement.The gentle words seemed to have some refreshing healing magic power, dispelling the fatigue and tension of the body, and she gradually relaxed.

Fever?It turned out that the fatigue was caused by a high fever.What happened to me?Are the nurses in Warsaw hospitals so considerate?

The girl's thinking gradually became active.Although confused, her careful care made her give up thinking about the details.Until a violent bump, the discomfort caused by the vibration made the body protest.

The handkerchief on the head stopped wiping.

After a rustling sound, there was a faint ringing sound.

"Driver, slow down, slow down!"

"Ma'am, this bad road is almost over. The town is just ahead, and you will suffer less if you walk faster? I assure you, I will drive more safely after this section—be patient, We'll be there right away."

Perhaps because of the consideration of the young girl, the person who took care of her lowered her voice.After getting the driver's response, the man sighed helplessly, patted the back of the girl lying on his lap, and comforted him: "Aurora[2], when you get to the place, I promise you can rest in peace..."

coachman?to the place?

Not a hospital!

The girl who noticed something was wrong couldn't help shivering: Sure enough, she who was listening to the piano music on the Chopin bench[3] would definitely not have a high fever for no reason and faint.

Aurora couldn't keep calm anymore, she opened her eyes and stood up in an instant.

dizzy.

Xu got up in a hurry, this body that had experienced a high fever could not give the girl a clear vision.She braced herself against the leather cushions, forcing herself to suppress the oncoming headache.

Everything in front of my eyes has a double image, and I can only vaguely distinguish that this is a somewhat dim compartment.

"Who? Where are you taking me?"

The high body temperature seemed to have taken away the moisture in the mouth, and Aurora's voice was so hoarse that it was almost unrecognizable.

"Miss, you are still weak, don't make such a big move—" The woman hurried over to support the girl on the back of the car seat, and held her hand with concern, "Aurora, I'm Cosette Pettit, Don't be afraid, Mammy is by your side..."

Cosette Pettit ?

Aurora searched through her memory and found that she had no memory of this name at all.

"We'll be in Dresden soon." Looking at the pale girl, Petit asked distressedly, "Honey, do you want to lie down for a while?"

"Dresden? Why go to Germany and not go back to Berlin? I'm not in Poland—"

Aurora turned her head in confusion, and when she saw things clearly, she was so shocked that she lost her voice.

Under the dim kerosene lamp, the retro charm in the carriage is heavier than that of the horse-drawn carriage service in some European tourist cities, and there is no trace of modernity.

And Petit in front of him is dressed like a lady in the oil paintings of the last century.Her hair was scrupulously combed, and her dark dress was barely decorated.Even though a person is approaching middle age, his facial features can still vaguely discern the charm of the past.The sincere concern on her face eased the original solemnity and arrogance, but it was still difficult to conceal the demeanor of a housekeeper or a teaching nun in her.

There is something weird everywhere!

Aurora's eyes dimmed, and the situation seemed to be beyond her understanding.

"Berlin? It's not in our itinerary. As for Poland, Warsaw has long been occupied by the tsar. Even if the master is alive, he will not accompany the lady back to China; if it is the wife, she may take you back to the Qing Dynasty to have a look. It's just... They haven't been around for a long time."

tsar?Qing Dynasty?

cross?

Listening to the words of the people beside her, Aurora felt struck by lightning.She couldn't control it at all, and her face was covered with horror and bewilderment.

"Miss, don't you...don't remember?" Petit held the girl's hand tightly, and his eyes turned red instantly, "Oh, the doctor told me. This high fever is too fierce for too long, it may affect your memory ..."

"?"

"It's probably the best not to remember. If the master and wife are alive, how distressed it would be... Aurora, when I found you unconscious by the lake, I was so scared that I could hardly breathe! My dear, there is only you for mammy. You wake up It's great to come here, please be well in the future..."

Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at the weeping woman buried in the palms of her hands. Aurora couldn't take chances—she didn't seem to have to worry about how to deal with it. God had given her the best reasons to match this absurd event—because Pei Tite's grief and concern are real.

Listening to her almost uncontrollable choking, there should be no time to be sad these days.

It's for this little master...

The same medium wave mixed blood, the same parents died?

Aurora couldn't help but feel a bit of bitterness in her heart.She was once young, and the sun-like family and music pulled her out of the quagmire of fate, but what about this child?

By the lake, in a coma, with a high fever... Could it be that she has been immersed in sadness?

As a pianist, Aurora, who has a keen sense of emotion, does not doubt Petit.This nun really cared about the owner of this body, and she never lied at all.

The girl seemed to be able to trust this nanny wholeheartedly, after all, the dark blue under the eyes and the haggard complexion of the woman never formed overnight; but she couldn't really empathize, after all, it was the first time they met each other.

After thinking for a moment, the girl calmly looked ahead, but groped her hand.She pinched the woman's dress with her fingertips and tugged gently.

"Sister Cosette, I won't do any more foolish things... We're all right."

"Miss?"

Petit turned her head, seeing her lady's serious look, the tears stopped falling.

"Mommy, my throat hurts..."

The pain in her throat deepened with every word she spoke, and Aurora forced a smile.

Petit quickly wiped away his tears and tidied up his appearance, then patted the girl on the back of her hand to signal her to let go, picked up the kerosene lamp in the car, and handed her a delicate silver kettle.

"I'm being rude, Miss Aurora. Drink some water, it's good for your throat... um, miss?"

The moment Petit staggered, Aurora's sight was so firmly attracted by the exposed car window that she forgot to pick up the water bottle.

The small glass turned into a mirror, and with the changing light source, it reflected the astonished face of a girl dressed in nineteenth-century costumes:

The soft black hair hung down in the middle, and curled from the middle and lower sections, turning into soft waves.After the Slavic skeleton derived from the paternal line was neutralized by the oriental blood, the limbs became slender and soft.The facial features are small and delicate, and the sickness makes the face a little thin, but it can't affect the light in the eyes alone.Only now, the pair of amber eyes are full of astonishment.

——This is a modern, her own face.

"Is this me? Or is it another me?"

Aurora's mind was a little confused.

"Oh, miss, are you staring at the window, do you want to open it for some air?"

After receiving the wishes of the little master, Petit immediately opened the car window and handed her the kettle.

The upward moving glass took away the mirror image, and the sudden cool night wind made Aurora wake up a little.She didn't have time to think too much, and in a panic, she stretched out her left hand to pick up the kettle.

Just when she was about to withdraw it, she froze in place because she accidentally turned her palm over.

The ugly scars that were originally rooted on the back of the hand disappeared without a trace!

Shaking her head and refocusing her sight, Aurora confirmed that it was not an illusion: this was a hand as clean as jade—no accident, no accident, no pain left embarrassing regrets on it.

The girl's heart skipped a beat.

"Miss is so good, she seems to be recovering soon."

Pettit turned over Aurora's left hand with relief, and put the water bottle in her palm.Then he stretched out his hand to test her temperature on her forehead, and then she was completely relieved, and continued to search in the carriage.

"There may be some small biscuits in the car, I'll look for them for you, you can barely eat with water first. When you arrive in Dresden, Mammy will prepare something for you..."

If the teaching nun could turn around and take a good look at her young lady at this moment, she would definitely find something wrong with her.

Holding her breath, Aurora quickly switched the bottle to her right hand, raised the trumpet sleeve on her forearm, and rested her left fingertips on her right arm.

Finger up, down, breath——

Single notes, double notes, chords, arpeggios...

The lower fingers of his left hand were crisp and sharp, and the skin of his arm gave feedback that they did not tremble at all.

After receiving this information, Aurora tremblingly opened the bottle cap, and took several sips of water to force herself to calm down.

The slightly cool liquid moistened her long-dried throat, and suppressed all her excited screams: This is her hand, the hand she just won the first prize in the Chopin International Piano Competition!

Xiao Sai's performance originally meant that Aurora had embarked on a bright road, but the good times came to an abrupt end.Because of a car accident, it left her with an eternal regret—those flowers and applause faded into withering and silence.

Her left hand is no longer under her control.

The champion of Chaucer can no longer get close to her favorite Chopin.

Without the sensitive touch of the left hand, it is impossible to talk about perfect performance of music, and it also cuts off all possibilities of being a pianist.Aurora almost didn't want to recall that after going through rehabilitation, her originally calm left hand shook like a sieve as soon as it rested on the black and white keys.

I can no longer play a clean tone, and can no longer express my delicate emotions with my fingertips. I have struggled, suffered, and fought... In the end, I watched the sister who played the violin go further and further along the road agreed with her Farther away, she decided to bid farewell to the piano.

Even though Chopin is her salvation, she must learn to let go.

So there is this "Farewell Journey of Chopin and the Piano" - Aurora plans to follow the path that Chopin once walked, and say goodbye to the life of a pianist completely.

However, before she finished her walk in Warsaw, she woke up in this carriage in a trance.

With the intact, piano-playing, "Aurora"!

"Aurora, we are going to Dresden on this trip to visit your uncle Count Wodzinski. He is your only relative in the world. He wrote you a few days ago, saying Willing to take care of you..."

"Uh-huh--"

Aurora didn't pay attention to Petit's words at all, and responded vaguely subconsciously.She was completely immersed in the joy of "playing the piano again", happily putting her hands on the hem of her skirt, and briskly trying to play the movement engraved on her fingertips.

The ten fingers dancing on the soft fabric and the beating frequency of the heart in the chest perfectly interpret the word "jumping": closing hands is like the past, and the memory of the frozen left hand is being revived.

For a pianist whose fate has long been pronounced, this is simply a blessing from God!

Suppressing the excitement in her heart, the girl took the silk bag from the elder, pretended to focus on getting the biscuits, and asked by the way, "Sister Cosette, what year is it?"

Pettit watched with relief as she recovered, and answered casually, "What year? Do you mean the year, Aurora? This year is 1836."

nineteenth century?The era of romantic music?

Chopin!

It turns out that God's gifts don't stop there.

The eyes of the girl eating gingerbread became brighter.

Even if you walk back and forth on the suburban streets of Krakow[4] in modern times, you can't connect the piano poet's first half of his life here.But on this carriage heading for Dresden, she actually traveled through three centuries and breathed under the sky of the same era as Chopin.

Perhaps, going to the scene to listen to the poet playing the piano is no longer a dream.

Thinking of this, Aurora almost shed tears.

She really never wanted to say goodbye to the black and white keys of the piano, and to Chopin on the stave...

I really want to play the piano, I really want to confirm the authenticity of my left hand, I really want to make up for all the lost time!

Dresden, late at night, in a study.

The woman in silk pajamas looked at her husband who was reading at his desk, hesitant to speak.

"Master, that girl...is it really okay?"

The middle-aged man put down the book, quite impatiently.

"Who? You said her—it's okay, my rebellious brother has listened to the holy voice from God for several years, and the mourning period has passed, what's wrong?"

"But... that, that young man?"

The woman's hesitation annoyed the man so much that he couldn't help raising his voice and speeding up his speech.

"It's all your fault, my lady, you don't get fooled all year long - and you make the stupidest promise you've ever made. If I hadn't said I'd see the kid sooner, we'd be treacherous and dishonoring the family." !"

"Sir, but we don't have to 'sacrifice' the girl. I mean, we can find an excuse to snub that promise..."

The naive soft-heartedness of his wife is simply unbelievable to the man.

"Sacrifice? Cold treatment? My wife, staying in Dresden has dulled your mind? We can take in that child out of righteousness—isn't the greatest kindness and righteousness is to find her a reliable husband's family? The boy we grew up with is reliable, can earn money in Paris, and will not wrong her."

"Then why don't you go with the flow? Shobinsky should have meant Maria. Oh, God, we're deceiving that angelic child..."

"Are you still going to be a fool, my lady? Our Mary is destined to be a countess, how can she stay by his side - listen, lady, I like him very much - but liking can't buy you Food and clothing and good things. Wodshinski is down, and the angels can't save us!"

The countess thought of the elegant young man with brown hair and blue eyes who lived in exile in France but kept his Polish heart forever. She felt guilty and sad.

But her husband's words made sense.She couldn't help but start to regret that if she didn't have the emotional impulse a few days ago, she wouldn't have to hurt the two children at this moment.

"You convinced me, it's just that I can't let go of my inner feelings for the time being, to 'arrange' that girl whose parents died..."

"Believe me, I'm also enduring the pain in my heart. Well, Ma'am, you can entertain her well when she comes—we'll give her more compensation. Or, you can teach her how to avoid the arrival of a real marriage..."

The count sighed and knocked on the table, but his gaze was undeniably firm.

Fortunately, his wife still maintains the rationality of aristocrats, even though she made a verbal agreement, she did not specify which "daughter" it was.

Fortunately, there is still a way to save everything—he absolutely, will not hand over his Maria!

Count Dvosinski clenched his right fist and slammed it towards a letter on the table.The Polish font on the letter paper is clear and delicate, and the inscription reads——

AuroraWodzinska (Aurora Wodzinska) [6].

The night outside the car window shrouded everything, and the cool night wind brushed over the cheeks of the girl who was strenuously eating gingerbread, taking away her ailments all over her body.

After her body was fully charged, Aurora, who had calmed down, was in a daze, letting the chariots and horses pull her towards the fog-filled front.

Until now, she had no time to think about how to take the next step.

From Warsaw, Poland to Dresden, Germany, from a solemn farewell to the unknown... The girl should be anxious.After all, until now, the past and future of "Aurora in the [-]th century" were blank for her.

But this left hand faintly gave her the courage to move forward.

Let it be as long as it comes——Aurora cheers herself up.

After all, life will go on, I just hope that "it will be fine in the future" as Pettit expects.

……

"Dresden is here."

The carriage slowed down, and the coachman's yelling accompanied by the ringing of the bell cut off Aurora's fugue.

The heartbeat accelerated involuntarily, and even the scalp felt a little numb.She took a deep breath, holding it in her chest.Tension rose from her feet, and the unknown outside the carriage made her mind go blank.

At this moment, she only realized later that after getting off the car, she would completely integrate into this time and space.

"It's just because the spring comes back again and again, the full moon leaves and visits again, and the flowers return to the branches to bloom every year...

Just as I say goodbye to you, it is to return to your side. [7]”

In a daze, Tagore's verses echoed in her ears, slowly driving away those fears and unease.Aurora was stunned for a moment, then she held her left hand and smiled.

A few hours ago, she was saying goodbye to the piano; now, she can make her hands sing again.

Even, she can meet the young music master Chopin.

What else is there to be afraid of?

Aurora sat upright, quietly waiting for the car door to open.

1836, the romantic age of the nineteenth century—

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