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【Piano and You】

"Francois, do you want to play the piano with me?"

The young girl's laughing face was reflected in the startled blue eyes of the young man, as if the world was frozen at this moment.

Breathing, heartbeat, and thinking all stagnate.Just being watched by those bright ambers, everything about him was firmly but tenderly locked by her.

Aurora is like a cat, even at the dinner table, she is so light.Chopin could only watch her move her hands, like a satisfied cat strolling on the roof after basking in the sun, gradually closing the distance between them.

Her question was full of misty temptation, and her warm breath seemed to come from her cheek, and his paused heart began to stall again in an instant.

Except for that night, Chopin had never been so close to Aurora.

But that hug, whether it was comforting, was all the expression of a young man's rationality and gentleman - he had never seen a girl like this, even though he knew that her gestures were pure and untainted, but the heart that had already sprouted was deep in his bones Bound by the engraved etiquette, he chanted Siren madly in his ear.

What a despicable act.

How could he use such words to describe his fiancée?

The collision between nails and palms finally restored Chopin's mind.The shortness of breath brought him passionate but uneasy emotions, and the remaining rationality told him to quickly distance himself, otherwise the story he was looking forward to would definitely get out of control.

The young man tried his best to stabilize his sight, gray blue and amber overlapped through the air.

He mobilized all his strength to maintain a calm voice.

"Miss, I thought . . . Ms. Pettit's teaching of manners to you was effective—but look at your behaviour?"

"ah!"

Like throwing a pebble on the eaves, the cat wandering around in her world was taken aback.After Chopin's reminder came, seeing Aurora staring at herself in a daze, she jumped off the table in panic.

The girl pinched the hem of her skirt at a loss, turned her head and didn't dare to look at him, her air and boldness just now were gone.

Youth can even see her micronized swan neck.

"I-I'm not like this, François—"

"That's, that's... well, I can't help myself, after all, you look so good eating gingerbread... I, I'll make another plate for you!"

He watched as his Miss Titmouse swung her hands, and the porcelain plate by the table was embraced by her, and she fled away from him in a hurry.

The young man finally relaxed, he slumped on the dining chair, closed his eyes and panted heavily.

My silly fiancee...

Ask me if I want to play the piano with you, what is the necessary connection with your behavior and gingerbread?

Are you also panicking over my loss of control?

Chopin, who was breathing calmly for a possible sign, had an indulgent smile in his eyes.

He stood up, leaving the dining table, which would be decorated with gingerbread later, and walked to the grand piano, which was the same color as his hair.

Lifting the cover, the pianist's middle finger caressed the neat white keys.The third finger is his favorite finger.The texture of the bone patch starts from the pulp of the finger, slowly awakening his desire to play the piano.

This wood-colored piano was originally selected by Chopin for performance in the Pleyel Concert Hall.But the number of his recitals can be counted on one's fingers, rather than waiting lonely in the concert hall, he prefers Aurora to make it sing every day.

His fingers moved slightly on the white keys, but the young man controlled it well and did not touch the piano.

Chopin has not played his favorite piano for a long time, and every finger of his is clamoring to miss it.God knows how restrained he must be, so that he would not take off Mr. Writer's coat and respond to the girl's question.

Aurora, I want to play the piano with you.

Thinking of... If the first person to play with you on this piano is not me, I will be jealous until I suffocate.

The young man stared at the keys, remembering that the blond Hungarian just sat on this piano bench so easily, sitting beside his destination of love.

Although he didn't like Beethoven's music very much, Chopin agreed for the first time at this moment that the music master's roaring accompaniment really suited his mood.

I also want to sit here.

Fortunately, Franz did not honor the joint bomb proposal.

"Francois, you really... like the piano very much."

"how is this possible--"

The bright voice belonging to Miss Titmouse mellowed into a tune behind her, shocking the young man who was caught in inner entanglements.

He withdrew his hand in panic, knocking on the outer panel of the piano with a crisp sound.

Chopin frowned, his naturally sensitive hands magnified the pain.

Aurora hurriedly grabbed the hand he wanted to hide, and was relieved when she saw that there was only a shallow mark on the back of the hand.

"The writer's hand is also very important... Now it's time for me to tell you, François, to protect it."

"Well, I'm just, scared by you."

Miraculously, the moment the girl's fingertips touched the back of his hand, all the pain of the young man was eliminated by her.

The warmth of Aurora's fingers is really nostalgic.Chopin didn't withdraw his hand, nor reminded her to let go - he found that being held by someone was a wonderful thing.

"Want to play and watch, piano."

"...I don't know how to play the piano."

"You said the same thing when we first mentioned the piano. François, Franz Liszt are all your friends, you can easily tell the key of each piece, can you really not play the piano ?”

Aurora, whose head was tilted, was full of inquiry, and the snare drum in Chopin's heart began to beat the rhythm of the march again.

"I'm... I really can't play the piano!"

"uh-huh."

In order to increase the credibility of the words, the young people even raised the volume rarely.

The girl only gave him a meaningful interjection, plus blinking eyes.

Chopin couldn't stand anymore, he had to dispel Aurora's suspicion.

The time has not yet come, and she has not fallen in love with "Pi Song", "Chopin" must not come out.

The master who taught the piano began to search in his mind how the novice piano played.As the most miraculous imitator in the salon, Chopin is fully capable of instantly imitating the characteristics of everyone he has seen playing the piano.

zal!

He suddenly wanted to throw his critical self on the piano and play Liszt's etude from beginning to end-this is a terrible punishment that only the Poles themselves can understand.

It is true that Chopin became one of the high-income earners in Paris by teaching piano lessons, but he...in addition to his students and eye contact, the most important thing is "absolutely not to teach beginners".

How can a master who has not seen a piano beginner play the piano for more than 20 years, without material, imitate a beginner?

The brown-haired young man blushed, stretched out his index finger from the clenched fist, bent it into the tail of a comma, and slammed it on the keyboard... three times.

Immediately the piano uttered three dry sounds, devoid of meaning or beauty.

As a master of touch, Chopin, who is best at playing beautiful emotions with his fingertips, made the piano bark his most annoying bark for the first time in order to keep the precarious vest.

However, he damnably chose the middle range, and he also chose gravity. The sound of the piano seemed to reverberate in the living room infinitely, and there was no sign of disappearing at all.

"Look, my hands really can't play the piano—"

The young man who wanted to dig a hole to bury himself simply grabbed the girl's soft hand.

"It just pulls you."

Uneasy voice, firm affection.

Even if I can't play the piano, I want to be by your side.

The restlessness rose from the soles of his feet.

Aurora secretly glanced at the brown-haired young man who didn't dare to look at her after speaking, and felt that the hand being held by Francois was getting hotter.

This man must not know what a touching thing he just said.

She almost heard the sound of love coming.

Etiquette words, beautiful words, scene words... these must be essential skills for surviving in Paris!

François must have said this to ease his embarrassment.

The girl comforted herself like this, throwing her shyness out of her face.

But I don't deny it, no matter how she indulged herself, she still sincerely felt sweetness and joy when hearing his words.

Francois was very stubborn. He clearly wanted to play the piano with him, but he denied it face to face...

However, the way he poked the keys just now is really cute.

"It doesn't matter if you don't know how to play the piano, you can also play the piano with me—" Aurora smiled and pushed her fiancé to sit on the piano bench, and immediately stood next to him, "Just... I really want to play the piano with you, OK?"

"But... how do you want me to play it?" Francois was a little nervous, staring at the long row of black and white keys with embarrassment.

"It's not difficult. Don't you know how to hold my hand? Just don't let go."

"?"

Aurora moved again, and she almost stuck to Francois.She took his right hand and let his hand fall on the back of hers.

On the back of the young girl's hand was the young man's palm, her fingers overlapping his.

"Are you ready, Francois, I'll take you to play the piano."

c, g, a, g.

f, e, d, c.

Simple one-finger touch keys, pure and innocent piano sound.

The first "ensemble" between her and him was so simple and beautiful that it could be remembered forever.

Chopin has played Mozart's music many times. He loves the musician's natural and genius melody very much, but he never imagined that he would play this variation in C major like this.

It's like going back to the beginning, back to the simple joy of the first time he played the piano.Holding Aurora's hand together, he hoped that this could continue.

"Thank you, Aurora. Playing the piano with me... isn't it boring."

"No, François, because I am very happy to play with you."

Once again categorically denied, the young man's chest was filled with a little joy.As if remembering something, her bright eyes became gloomy again.

"Do you treat everyone... like this?"

"What are you talking about? It's just because of you—if it wasn't for our relationship, I wouldn't dare to sit so close to people."

His ears seemed to be deaf again, and he seemed to hear the most beautiful melody.

Suddenly I don't want to continue to pretend.

Chopin is Pisson, Frédéric is François, he is just him from the beginning, it seems that there is no need to wait for Aurora to like himself.

"The Way of the Master? Are you giving me another gift, François?"

"Open it... and take a look."

"cho?"

She called him by his nickname.

The young man raised his head impulsively, and just as he was about to respond, he found the girl looking at him with a complicated expression.

"Francois, there is no need for you to specially collect Chopin's things for me...you are just you, that's fine."

"I, I thought..."

chirp——

All the voices were erased, the brown-haired young man stared wide-eyed, and the girl left a light, butterfly-like imprint on the cheek next to his unbelievable ears.

"Don't look at me, Francois...I'm very happy, very glad that you are willing to give me this, I don't know how to express it...In short, that...is an impulse, it's a courtesy!"

Chopin watched Aurora raise the sheet music with one hand to cover her face, explaining her bold behavior incoherently.

a kiss.

Why can a slight touch bring such a sweet feeling?

It is like a hymn, which finally finds the optimal arrangement of the notes confined on the score paper, and the composer bathed in inspiration wanders in the gentleness of the muse of inspiration.

It's okay if you don't get a hint.

I wish I were François Pison—the one you just kissed.

Chopin's finger moved slightly, as if searching for something in the air, until it touched another person's fingertip.

The angel's smile appeared on his face again, and he gently held Aurora's hand, feeling her slight trembling, and held her.

"Well, Aurora, this response is also... etiquette."

He saw her slowly move down the score book, only revealing those beautiful eyes, and she didn't break free from his loose grip.

Chopin had a vague premonition that he and Aurora had already had some subtleties.

"Letters of recommendation... shall we, talk about it?"

The author has something to say: the update will be later tomorrow, please forgive me, little angels.

Back to normal afterwards.

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: 2 from xgbsdg; 1 from Huaiting and Ning Jun;

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