And Chopin's days of playing the wind spectrum month

[Paris: l'enfer, le paradiset laterre]

If a person is used to seeing the modern landscape, then when he set foot in Paris in the 30s, his first impression was probably one of great disappointment.

Aurora huddled in the carriage, staring straight at the flashing picture on the window with her eyes wide open, as if she had stopped breathing.

This is an almost medieval city.The wide squares, magnificent buildings, and beautiful bridges that I had seen in book images all disappeared.

It is narrow, crowded, gray and black, full of maze-like side roads.In the alley, there are old stone buildings everywhere, and the stone walls are covered with smoky mottles that seem to have been smoky for hundreds of years.The sound of hawking, carriages and horses mixed with the sound of bells and gravel being crushed, collided in the curved streets and alleys, echoing aimlessly and extending into the distance...

This is Paris?

Chaotic, sleepy, strange, doesn't feel like a good place.

Even though Aurora, who had learned to lower her expectations for this era in Dresden, found that she still underestimated the historical reality.

The girl lowered her head, staring blankly at the hands on her knees.

Never thought that the first meeting with her in Paris in the nineteenth century would be so shocking—doubt and anxiety began to spread, making her hands and feet start to feel cold.Complicated thoughts set off a storm in her mind, and this era seemed to be glaring at her.

Aurora, who was in a trance, no longer dared to look out the window.

However, the carriage moved unswervingly towards its destination.It passes through the gateway, crosses the Seine, and finally stops at the end of the journey - 38 rue Anting.

The bell rang, and the girl heard the door bolt being pulled open.The elder beside him quickly got up, collected the scattered items in the compartment, and got out of the car while holding the door.

Seeing that she was not moving, Pettit thought that his young lady was feeling unwell from the long journey and needed some time to relax, so he proposed to check her luggage and leave her alone.

Aurora buried herself in her arms.

She was the one who came to Paris desperately, and she was the one who was afraid of Paris... Just a meeting, the girl had a rare stage fright.

"Aurora?"

A gentle male voice sounded from the side.She raised her head and saw a male hand in front of her.

The line of sight stretched along that arm, and the smiling face of the young man who signed a marriage contract with her in Dresden was reflected in the amber of the girl's slightly widened eyes.

He was gentle and non-aggressive at first, but at this moment he forcefully tore apart the darkness that lingered around her.Like fireflies, the light spots flew from his fingertips to her.

Thoughts and emotions all stopped making noise, and she surrendered her hand obediently.

Two worlds, connected into reality.

With only the strength brought by the clasped palms, Aurora jumped off the carriage naturally and lightly.

Only then did she realize that this gentleman had brought her into the world of light.

Below you, the paved street is flat and wide.The surrounding buildings are lined up neatly and orderly along the street, and the prototype of the blue hat of Paris in later generations can be vaguely seen.Cars, horses and pedestrians are like treble and bass clefs on the piano score, walking and performing in their respective five lines.The sound is just lively enough to be full of vitality of life, and all the sounds are harmonious.

She looked around the distance, and as far as she could see, she could still see the famous bridges on the Seine, the graceful figures of the parks and palaces on the Left Bank, and the dome of the Invalides shining in the sun.

It is completely different from the previous first side!

Glossy, pleasing to the eye, Paris is garlanded with glory.

Only at this moment did Aurora understand why this [-]th-century world capital, which has not yet been rebuilt, has the evaluation of "half heaven, half hell".It has two extremes on the scale that check and balance each other.Appalling poverty and immeasurable wealth co-exist here.

Here, opportunities and challenges abound.One step down, it may be flowers and glory, or it may be an abyss.

More cruel and realistic than the 21st century.

"Aurora, welcome to Paris."

He dropped a cicada-like kiss on the back of her hand, gentlemanly and restrained, leaving nothing but his warm breath.

The palm was put down, the girl turned her head, and saw the young man standing there calmly, only himself.

Her original intention is awakened, as if finding the balance of light and dark.His existence is like a signpost—you don’t need to fear the mud of hell, and you don’t need to indulge in the dream of heaven, just go to the world that belongs to her.

"François, it is so good to see you in Paris!"

There was a little moisture in Aurora's eye sockets.

She saw Pisong's right arm which was specially bent, and he took it up briskly.The belated low-pitched response was full of indescribable gratitude.

Listening to Aurora's trembling voice and feeling the temperature from his arms, Chopin realized that coming to pick her up at No. 38 Anting Street was an absolutely correct decision.

He didn't explore the reason, but only paid proper attention to her emotions.Seeing her recovering from depression, he led her into a new home with peace of mind.

Paris is a city that can easily get lost, especially for the delicate and sensitive.

This time, Chopin came to welcome him out of courtesy, and hinted at something to Aurora—but this young lady was tough enough, and she made adjustments before he could enlighten her.

The brown-haired young man fully understood the meaning of the girl's words.

If Aurora's piano is covered with gray, he would rather she stay away from Paris all her life.

The voice in his throat became softer, and Chopin patiently told Aurora about the interesting things about his life in this city - since his fiancée called his name correctly and did not use unfamiliar honorifics, his joy was like an ascending note Like a steady climb.

Until he led her in the door.

"It's never too late to keep the words, but now—" the young man looked at the girl with a smile, signaling that she could relax and go sightseeing freely, "Go and see your new home, Aurora."

Although Chopin himself once claimed to be a "supporter of Charles X", the residence given to Aurora is full of Louis Philippe style - eliminating the cumbersome and dazzling decorations, the lines are sober but elegant, and Comfort replaces meaningless sophistication.

The wallpaper, a beige color with pictures of falcon birds, extended to the bright French windows.The sun shines on the room, and the deep red curtains are decorated with an extra layer of white gauze, which is gently softened into a jujube color.In front of the innermost window, there is a low table with umbrella legs and a deck chair, which looks very leisurely.

A beautiful Louis XV-style clock stands on the fireplace, and a tree-shaped candelabra waits for the night to fall.In front of the hearth stood a soft sofa, made more exquisite by the plain satin covering.On the far wall, empty but exquisite showcases are waiting to be filled.On the other side, a set of chicken wing wood dining chairs exudes warmth from the inside out.

The young man watched the young girl flitting around in the hall happily, with satisfaction and joy in his eyes.After a light cough, remind her not to forget to go upstairs.

Her eyes lit up, and after a pause of two seconds, she lifted the hem of her skirt and went up the stairs.

Chopin watched Aurora's figure disappearing around the corner of the stairs with a smile, gradually smoothing the curvature of his lips.The scorching sight behind him seemed to set his clothes on fire.He turned around indifferently, and saw the solemn housekeeper looking at him arrogantly with her lips pursed.

If his feeling is correct, this "unfriendly" line of sight has never been interrupted since he approached the compartment of his fiancée's lady.

Thinking about his current status, Chopin is not surprised at all that he can't get half a smile from the elders - anyone who knows that his treasure is betrothed to a stranger will feel hostile.

But he wasn't offended by it.On the contrary, he felt very relieved and comfortable that Aurora, who came to Paris alone, had a wise and shrewd elder to protect her.

"Hello, Ms. Pettit."

Chopin saluted modestly, and accurately called out the other party's surname according to what was mentioned in the fiancée's letter.

Accidents exist only for milliseconds on the faces of elders.She nodded, silently returned a standard salute to the other party, and said calmly: "Hello, Mr. Bi Song. In view of your 'relationship' with my sister... there is no need to use honorific words."

The words were meant to bring the distance closer, but the other party subtly instilled a sense of alienation.The young man keenly read some resentment and resentment in these short words and sentences.

Chopin's smile deepened.Then he took out some papers from the paper bag on the dining table, and took out two keys from his jacket pocket, preparing to hand them to Petit.

"This is?"

"This is a rental contract. Thanks to a friend of mine, I rented this house at a very fair price. I paid the rent for three years at a time. If Aurora wants to change to a new residence during the period, ma'am, you Just take this contract to the landlord, and except for the amount payable and the [-]% liquidated damages, the rest will be refunded to you."

After watching Petit scan the words on the paper, Chopin handed her a second copy.

"This is the list of furniture I added to this house. After the lease, these furniture can be taken away-please rest assured that they will match the style of any current rental in Paris and will not be obtrusive...Of course, what to do with them, The decision is in your hands."

Immediately afterwards, the young man put the third copy in the elder's hand.

"It records everything related to living in Paris, food, clothing, housing and transportation, and everything I can think of. I think it's most appropriate for you to share these minutiae with her, after all, you are the closest person to her. Tomorrow there will be a A maid who specializes in washing clothes will come to your door, you only need to check whether she is qualified, and I will pay her commission."

Chopin just wanted to deliver the key, but Petit stopped him immediately.

"Mr. Pisson, these—you do all this?"

"I think Ms. Pettit should know that Aurora paid me a pretty penny for that random autograph... I only took this as a joke, but she took every word she said to me. Really. Ma’am, believers of the Lord don’t feel that what he has done is worthy of such a reward... Please keep all this from her--believe me, she should be more serious after she knows the truth, I don’t want to waste everything I planned .”

He put the two keys into Pettit's palm in good time.

"Ma'am, although most people living in Paris have the habit of keeping spare keys with a trusted friend. But I think, apart from the landlord, the best ownership of these two keys is her and you, please be sure Keep it."

"how about you?"

The elder's words are as clear as ice and snow contained by the goddess of spring.Chopin found that the line of sight overlapped with himself was soft and complicated, and his heart became even more tender.

"Oh, ma'am, when you trust me, I'll be very honored to keep it for you."

"Francois, I like this house, the upstairs is so cozy!"

Aurora went downstairs almost at a galloping speed. Seeing Petit and her fiancé getting along in harmony, her heart was filled with the cheerful melody of Mozart.

The girl excitedly pulled the elder to tell what she had seen, Petit listened lovingly to her ramblings, stroked her head, and then retreated to tidy up and salute.

Without people to share, Aurora still has something to say.

"It appears that you are quite satisfied with my taste and arrangement, Miss Fiancée?"

The young man approached her, his brows and eyes full of smoke.

The girl was about to answer, but changed her words because of his teasing.

"No, Mr. Fiancé, you've left out the most important thing."

"Oh, what is it?"

Aurora pointed to the empty hall where the sun gathered—

"piano."

Paris has hell and heaven at the same time, and the piano is Aurora's world.