And Chopin's days of playing the wind spectrum month

【His sheet music】

Through the mouth of the darling of Paris and the passionate Hungarian pianist, the storm that was originally caused by "a certain Polish man is engaged" was suppressed by the news that "a certain pianist secretly changed his address".Now "Where does Chopin live?" has become the best opening line to open the chatterbox of ladies who love music in the salon.

Probably only God can know what Liszt revealed to the outside world.As a result, Chopin, who had disappeared in the Paris salon for a long time since he went out to Germany, was enthusiastically chased by surprised sights from all directions when he appeared tonight.This made the Polish pianist deeply doubt whether he had gone to the wrong venue. The place where he was invited tonight was not the salon but the concert hall.

Chopin, who forced himself to calm down and left the stage after playing the first piece, was knocked by so-called "acquaintances" one after another before he found his most comfortable salon rhythm.

"Secretly, where is your new address? I don't even know where to send a letter to you now—"

Heh, my friend, since we met, it seems that you haven't written me many letters?

"Ah, my friend, can I visit you these days, I have lost my peace of mind when I lost your piano—"

Ha, my friend, if you are upset, don’t come to see me, but go to the doctor instead?

"Are you happy living with...? Do you need me to send you a flower basket—"

Tsk, my friend, I think we are not close enough to send flower baskets on this matter?

……

Chopin, who was nestled on the sofa, looked at the ceiling expressionlessly.Recalling the bits and pieces in the salon just now, he smiled and refused to talk, his face was as stiff as marble.He couldn't help being hit by another chill—this was the first time that the gentle and polite Poles ended the salon hastily and went home early.

His head ached a little, he was probably suffering from salon phobia.

At least for this period of time, he didn't want to repeat tonight's experience at all.

Next to the sofa is a reddish-brown grand piano, but the youth at this moment has no desire to vent on the piano at all.

Erard, a piano belonging to Liszt, has a gorgeous sound and light touch.

This brand of piano is also Chopin's first choice when he is unwell or in a bad mood, and it seems to be very suitable for the moment.But as soon as he thought that what happened tonight was caused by someone alone, he even lost the strength to lift the piano cover.

Chopin missed his Pleyel at No. 5 Anting Street.

In order to play the role of "François Pison", he exchanged the keys of the apartment with Liszt long before his fiancée came to Paris.He didn't want his qin to fall to dust.Some people are not very reliable, at least they can play the piano.

A candle on the fireplace burned out and the room dimmed. Chopin got up and replaced the candles in the candlesticks.

After disposing of the matchsticks, he suddenly remembered that the doorman had reminded him of Aurora's letter when he got home.

The young man picked up the candlestick and quickly rummaged through the letter basket on the counter, finally seeing his familiar handwriting.

Unhappiness is like the tail of an eighth note in an instant, and it disappears without a trace with a thud and trembling.

Candlesticks are placed on the coffee table.Chopin was leaning on the sofa, he picked the most comfortable position, and opened the letter.

As soon as he saw the neat handwriting on the paper, the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably—everything about Miss Fiancee could always comfort him when he was bored.

On the first day I came to Paris, I went to Pleyel’s piano store to take away that special piano; being chased by the eyes, I simply played the piano in the carriage and visited the whole street by the way; after returning home, I was ordered to retake the etiquette class, Pocket money is frozen...

Aurora recorded her wonderful experience of the day in detail in the letter.

Jane letter is not simple at all.

When he saw the inscription, Chopin even wished that the letter could be longer.

He is now absolutely convinced that connecting with her is something that will continue to be rewarding.

He was also very fortunate that he arranged for the doorman to run errands after he remembered that he hadn't left the address for his fiancée.

As for the "little annoyance" that Aurora mentioned in the letter...

Shaking the letter paper again, Chopin focused his gaze on a certain word.

"Huh, she wants your sheet music—"

The first burst of laughter is no less than playing the bass chords on the piano in the ear, and the impact on people in the middle of the night is no less than the ringing of bells.

Chopin was so startled that he jumped up from the sofa and almost dropped the letter Aurora wrote to him.He turned his head while covering his thumping chest, and a handsome face full of innocence was reflected in the terrified sapphire.

All the fright and anger found a vent all at once, and went straight to the top of the Poles.He grabbed the pillow and threw it at the sun-like face.

"Frantz Liszt, be human!"

That day, the Hungarian who was hit by a pillow heard the almost broken roar from the Poles for the first time—and also realized that it can be so difficult to appease a friend.

"So, Fried, she wants your sheet music, can't you give it to her? Anyway, for us, there will never be a shortage of sheet music."

Liszt, who was finally able to sit down and have a good conversation with Chopin, was relieved.I never thought that just going back to my home to pick up something and say hello to my friends would be more tiring than practicing on the piano for eight hours.

He no longer dared to walk silently in front of the Poles.After all, that person's little heart is really too fragile - especially now that he is still wearing a vest in fear.

Oh, in a vest...

The straightforward Hungarians can't figure out why they must use such a self-abuse method when they are just getting along with their fiancee.After thinking about it, he could only conclude that the Poles must be too tactful and awkward-would it be too hard to fall in love with such a person?I really feel sorry for the lady who plays the piano very well.

"If you're afraid of being exposed, you can choose my music stand as you like—how about the version of etude you dedicated to me? As long as you need it, I can also reluctantly give up..."

"Ha, reluctant to give up? Are you thinking that my professionalism as a 'pianist' has not been exposed enough? Don't bother the great Mr. Liszt, your humble friend just wants you to run an errand for me—I On the bookshelf, on the third floor from top to bottom, starting from the far left, Clementi's "Gradus ad Parnassum" [1], before noon tomorrow, I want to see it lying on this coffee table."

In order to make up for his mistakes, Liszt did not hesitate to contribute his own treasures—the dedication on that version of "Chopin's Etudes" was from the composer's own handwriting, which was completely different from the printed products outside.Since you want to send sheet music, you must send the other party's favorite.

I thought my friend would definitely agree, but Chopin rejected this wonderful proposal with a cold face.

"..."

The Hungarian wondered if the Pole had lost his head because of anger, and any fool who flattered his fiancée knew that he should choose "Xiao Lian".

"She doesn't need to play my etude anymore..."

"Okay...tomorrow, you'll see it on the table."

What else needs to be said?

Chopin has always been determined and will never change easily, and Liszt chose to do so.

……

In the early morning of the next day, according to his friend's request, Liszt returned to his apartment early in the morning with Chopin's copy of Clementi's "Advanced Pilgrimage".He has an impromptu important invitation today, and he probably won't have much free time to be a postman all day long.

Chopin did not like being forced to terminate sleep.The blond pianist, who was completely considerate of his friend, immediately forgot the oath he made last night, and did not make a single sound during the whole process.

The score was placed on the coffee table by him.He really couldn't figure out why it was this song collection. Did the Poles still hide deep meanings in the music scores?

Curious, he opened it gently, and found clues on the title page at a glance-in the lower right corner, there was a cryptic signature "Cho".

Thinking of the way someone completely rejected his proposal last night, Liszt found it funny.

Did Fried forget the stamp he once left?I’m really not afraid of being seen through on the spot if I give this—it’s better to give me the copy of "Xiao Lian", at least it will win the other party’s favor.

Or is he trying to play the bitterness card?As a fiancé but having to search for everything from another man for his fiancée, enduring heartache and sorrow—oh, just like the cup of coffee in the morning, just thinking about it makes my stomach ache.

No, this score must not be sent out!

Liszt moved lightly to the music score cabinet, picked out an album, confirmed that the signature was also on the title page, and took out a large piece of brown paper from the drawer to wrap it up in satisfaction.As if that wasn't enough, he found hemp rope for decoration and a small bouquet of dried flowers to make this gift more delicate.

By the way, he also thoughtfully left a note for Chopin.

Ah, dear Fried, Franz is never wrong—

You will definitely appreciate me.

In view of the fact that the Hungarians can really reach the level of meticulous care, the Poles who got up in the morning saw the processed gift, but they didn't even think about opening it for confirmation.He just glanced at the "this is it, take it, send it out" card, and tossed it in the wastebasket when it had done its job.

When the clock pointed to a suitable time, the young man in a good mood took this gift and went out.

38 Anting Street.

Chopin sat quietly on the sofa, waiting for his fiancée to come down the stairs where she was taking etiquette lessons from Pettit.For some reason, Miss Titmouse's aggrieved face appeared in front of the young man's eyes.

He chuckled reservedly, and then vaguely confirmed that there was no one around for a long time, and then he returned to his indifferent expression.

"Good day, sir. Seeing you at this moment has brightened my day."

Chopin raised his eyebrows.Aurora gave him a standard aristocratic salute, coupled with her just right smile, completely comparable to the high mountain flowers in the salon.

Petit must be a competent teaching nun, and she can achieve such results in less than one morning.

But he still likes the more agile Aurora.

"Good day, Miss. Believe that I am the same. Aurora, in view of the letter you sent me yesterday... I think this kind of thing should be able to comfort your 'little troubles' and make your 'sunshine' brighter .”

He saw the ripples in her eyes, and the exuberant vitality instantly pieced together a spring in the two ambers.

Most of the women could not resist the attraction of beautiful gifts—he watched with satisfaction the picture of her carefully removing the dried flowers, cheerfully tearing apart the twine, and anticipating the picture of uncovering the kraft paper.

Silence suddenly froze the air.

Shouldn't it be joy at this moment, doesn't she like the music score?

Doubt started from Chopin's eyes, and collided with Aurora's hesitation in the air.

"I'm sorry, Francois, am I too self-righteous, Chopin mentioned so many times in front of you, I should confirm your mood first..."

She struggled to organize the sentences, but what she said made him confused.

"However, I really didn't expect... Based on my knowledge of you, you should like Chopin's music-ah, sorry again, Francois, I was just too surprised...you actually like Liszt .”

You actually like Liszt.

I like Liszt.

Lister.

I like a Beethoven's Liszt!

Chopin looked at the sheet music that Aurora slowly lifted up—"Liszt Etudes" was printed on the cover in enlarged and bold fonts, and he was instantly shocked to a standstill.

For the first time, he realized how "beautiful" it was to suffocate.