And Chopin's days of playing the wind spectrum month

【The worst time】

I don't know the taste of food.

All good moods are gone.

Chopin mechanically wiped out the piece of gingerbread in his hand.

The original surprise and touch turned into the torture of swallowing in the throat.The dry bread made his throat sore, but he remained expressionless, silently torturing himself without touching the glass of light fruit wine that accompanies the meal.

It never occurred to him that he would hate hearing a last name so much.

"Chopin", or his own surname.

There was a storm in his heart again, maybe he should call it "angry"-angry "Chopin" is all the necessary reasons for the girl opposite.

Starting from that piano, because it was suitable for "Chopin", Aurora easily accepted the difficult situation and was happy;

When it came to this invitation, she was reluctant to part with the gold coin that went to the "Chopin" piano lesson, so she chose to accept the kindness of others and write down the IOU;

And this plate of gingerbread, just because "Chopin" likes to eat it, she even hurt herself.

Sourness, bitterness, anger, unwillingness, and boredom are intertwined into a symphony of mixed flavors in the hearts of young people.

The dissonant intervals, the noisy dynamics, the flood of accents... finally made him unable to think calmly, and the roar in his head almost made him lose his mind.

"...I'd like to go to the Conservatoire de Paris, to turn my 'half pianist' into a 'one', what do you think, François?"

Aurora's voice came from the opposite side, cautiously and expectantly.

Chopin was struggling with his irrationality.His ears filtered her words, leaving only the word "pianist" floating in his head.

Zal!

Pianist... Can't you see and hear other things with your eyes and your heart?

Chopin lightly knocked down the table with both palms, only the plate in front of him trembled undetectably.

He wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, and the remaining etiquette upbringing allowed him to say farewell words like thank you for the hospitality.

……

Francois' sudden change of mood caught Aurora by surprise.She seemed to be completely unable to connect his sharp look after stripping off his gentleness with the familiar impression.

She didn't wake up from the trance until the young man stood up and the dining chair rubbed against the floor.

"Wait, wait, François—"

Her body was faster than her mind, Aurora grabbed the ink bag hidden behind her, and the small silk bag that Petit had just handed her privately, and stopped the brown-haired young man who went straight to the door.

She saw his slightly sad and angry back swaying, as if he was about to freeze on the canvas of the door frame in the next second, and never enter the world again.Her heart was like a broken piano string, and the moment it bounced back, she was whipped and stinging.

The young man in sight finally turned around slowly, the girl's breathing was almost stagnant——

Aurora found that Francois's lips were tightly pressed, and even doubted whether his lip line really existed.

"You, you forgot this... It's agreed, you will take it with you when you leave... Also, some gingerbread I made..."

Stared at by those deep blue eyes, without emotion, it became difficult for Aurora to speak a complete sentence.

Francois' body seemed to be wrapped in layers of invisible armor. For the first time, she felt that just approaching a person required all her courage.

After an unknown amount of time, her gift in return finally fell into his hands.

The girl put her hands behind her back, clasped her fingers tightly, and looked at him.The young man looked at the two small things in his hands, and after a long time, a distant smirk appeared on his expressionless face.

Aurora heard a meteoric "thank you".

As if she had a premonition, she took a step closer in a panic, her voice eager.

"I see you off, François—"

She saw him salute solemnly, drawing her out of his domain again.

The gentle spring-like male voice in the memory became cold, his back was deep, and his stubborn refusal prevented her from moving forward.

"You don't have to see me off, Miss Wardsinska, you can just come here, please come back."

The girl recalled her first encounter with the young man, and she used to describe him as "when he is silent, everything is silent".

And now, he's gone—

All flowers wither at the same moment.

……

Pettit finally finished with chores in the kitchen.She counted the time, and the dinner between Aurora and Francois should have come to an end.

The tea happened to be boiling.She carefully filled the pot, prepared the cups, and was about to clear the table.

"Aurora, where is Mr. Pison?"

The elder put the tea tray on the table, and just about to pour water, he found that the young lady didn't respond to her for a long time - the young girl was standing in front of the piano, staring blankly at the closed door, motionless.

"Aurora, what's wrong with you?"

Pettit abandoned the teapot and ran in front of her. Just as she broke her body, a drop of girlish tears fell on the back of her hand.

"I'm fine, nanny, I just... got sand in my eye."

Aurora seemed to be surprised that she would cry, she covered it with her hands indiscriminately, and when she put it down again, she smiled as usual.

"Mr. Fran-Pison has left, Mammy, you have been busy for so long, shall I have dinner with you?"

She was just about to drag the elder to the dining table, but was pulled by her nun and hugged her.

Pettit didn't speak, just hugged Aurora quietly, pressed her face lightly, and patted her on the back.

"...I don't know what's wrong, I seem to offend his taboo, he seems to refuse to communicate with me."

"It's hard to guess, Mammy, he's even harder to understand than Chopin - I just wanted to thank him. I knocked on his door, and he opened the door, glanced at the visitor, and closed all communication windows in front of me .”

"He is the first person who treats me well except you. But now, I feel like I'm going to lose him..."

The dress behind Petit was tightly held by the man in her arms. She closed her eyes and listened to her treasure pouring out her heartache.

The men who hang out in Paris are really unreliable.After Aurora fulfills her dream - after meeting that pianist named Xiao, she will definitely take her young lady away from the land of France!

"I didn't cry, Mammy, I still have to support you. It's just that today, I can't bear it..."

The girl's sad tremor came from the elder's arm.Pettit couldn't help opening his eyes, as if a prairie fire was ignited in his pupils.

to his betrothal—

As the young lady's guardian, what she doesn't recognize is a piece of waste paper!

Just like the cycle of the four seasons, like the sun rising and the moon setting, life is always moving forward, and time will not stop for anyone.

A new day is never late, even if the long night is addictive.

Aurora opened the floor-to-ceiling curtains.

Today is a fine weather, the afternoon sun does not bring the coolness of autumn.The girl was bathed in the warm golden color, and every cell in her body was awakened.Vitality revived in her, and there was no sadness in sight.

Today is the third day since the unhappiness broke up.

Aurora spent the whole day yesterday, waiting for that person's courier in front of the piano - Francois never only sent someone to pick up her letters, but never revealed his address, just like a person who fulfills a marriage contract As agreed.Only then did the girl realize that the conditions she had sworn to offer at that time turned into a blade stabbing at her!

Too naive, Aurora.

The girl sat in front of the piano, stroked the only sheet music book given by Francois, and smiled frankly—if the sadness in her eyes was ignored.

"Sir, the path I have chosen, I should move forward without hesitation. I am going to get back my 'pianist' status."

"If... all goes well, I'll still have a chance to meet you—even if you don't want to hear me apologize to you in person, I can still play your favorite song to see you from afar."

The black and white key was clicked again, and the fingers moved in and out of black and white.

If you listen carefully, you can see the melody of "Harmony of the Night" and "Chasing Snow" in Qiaoyue's piano sound.

——That's what the young man said, his favorite Liszt's piano piece.

……

Paris Music Society.

Standing in front of the magnificent building, Aurora took a deep breath and pumped herself up.

In the [-]th century, in a group of quaint buildings, the slightly taller and more delicate floors are always easy to inspire awe - think about it, she also commented on the collection of the Louvre and raced in the Palace of Versailles , I played the piano in the Grand Palace... I just joined the Music Association, I'm not afraid at all.

She tightened the women's hat on her head, reconfirmed that her appearance was correct, and after all the documents were complete, Xin stepped into the gate.

"Excuse me, what procedures do I need to go through to apply for professional musician or pianist certification?"

The middle-aged man in the window stopped the pen in his hand, raised his glasses and scanned the front of the table. After seeing the attire and face of the person coming, he frowned.

The man snorted lightly, put down his pen, stretched his sore shoulders, and replied lazily and slowly.

"Any letters of recommendation, Miss 'Young'?"

"Recommendation letter? Don't you believe that a pianist's skills or qualifications don't need to be inspected?"

"Assessment? Miss, you can't even produce a letter of recommendation, how can I be sure if you are going to waste my time—"

He rolled his eyes and approached the window condescendingly, casting the little lady in the shadow.

"Listen, ma'am, this is a sacred place. I'm too busy to play games with you... Women? That's ridiculous, especially at such a young age. God, I've been delayed talking to you."

"But, sir. Is there always some people who can't produce a letter of recommendation for various reasons, or lost it? Would you reject an excellent musician?"

"Then look for it—I'll just read the letters of recommendation."

The middle-aged man glanced at Aurora again, and suddenly smiled playfully.

He pointed to the piano surrounded by chains in the hall, and laughed: "Why don't you come back in a man's clothes? As long as you are a man, I will let you go there and have a try--Miss, do me a favor, excellent The female pianist, God said, does not exist! Don't entertain me without a letter of recommendation, and a well-dressed person like you shouldn't come here-it doesn't matter who you look for."

……

Night gradually filled the sky.

There is no moonlight tonight, unlike modern cities that are as bright as day, and walking on the streets of nineteenth-century Paris at this moment, even the gaps between the paving stones under your feet are beginning to blur.

Aurora was almost out of her wits, her eyes lost their luster.

A hurried woman passed by her, and the vegetable basket at her waist bumped into her.The bamboo basket lifted her sleeves and added another scratch on her right arm.The originally nervous woman opened her mouth when she saw the girl lost her mind, and finally gathered up her kerchief and disappeared into the black at the end of the alley.

How miserable.

The belated dull pain brought clarity to Aurora's eyes. She glanced at the arm in confusion, and put it down with a wry smile.She found a lonely street lamp, leaned on it and looked up at the moon that didn't exist in the night sky.

Too arrogant—the sockets of his eyes suddenly became warm.

Whether for Francois or Paris in the nineteenth century, the modern Aurora is too proud.She found herself never listening to their voices, stubbornly upholding her standards and believing in her ideas, even though nearly 200 years had passed.

This is an era when female musicians are not easily recognized, otherwise Fanny and Clara in the history of music would not have so many compromises and sorrows.

Paris, in its own way, made Aurora blush.In the music circle of the nineteenth century, female musicians wanted a pass, and it was by no means that simple.

I vowed to support Pettit, because of this arrogance, even my confidence was almost shattered into powder.

Perhaps even the departure of François...

The lamplighters come out of nowhere, they only haunt moonless nights.

Aurora watched numbly as kerosene lamps were lit, and candles were lit in the houses in the streets and alleys.She suddenly felt a little sad. In this terrible era, she is a duckweed, a stranger, and she has no roots here.

Just like the thousands of lights lit up behind her, the joys and sorrows of each light have nothing to do with her.

"Aurora."

Just turning around staggeringly, she vaguely heard someone calling from behind. With just this call, the surging tears instantly covered everything with a layer of gauze-like water mist.

Francois.