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【Three letters of recommendation】

Correct.

We should talk about letters of recommendation.

Chopin firmly denied that he mentioned the "recommendation letter" because after holding Aurora's finger, his brain went blank for a moment, his body didn't know what to do next, and a flash of self-help flashed across his mouth, trying to say something wrong Let the air gradually cool down and turn into embarrassment.

Well, all the actions of the appeal can be summed up in one word - he is just nervous.

Maybe I can add a supplement: I am more nervous than seeing the recital date approaching day by day [1].

"T-recommendations? Ah, François—"

The clear and melodious voice is like the petals falling on the spring day by the wind, leisurely and gently drawing a long series of descending melodies with the wind, and then being swept by the wind, it flies to the sky again.

The warmth held in the hand has also been thrown away.

The young man froze in place.His little tit seemed to have come to his senses, and happily flew away holding the "Pilgrimage Advanced".

Chopin turned over his right hand, looked at the empty palm, and felt that it might be beautiful to be silent in embarrassment.

"Look, Francois."

Aurora returned to him as if offering a treasure, and handed over a folded letter with both hands.

The touch from the fingertips seemed familiar, no, it should be said to be very familiar.Chopin checked the candidates who used this kind of paper in his mind, and opened it.

Sure enough, except for the handwriting that never disappeared in his letter basket, just a signed signature was immediately matched with the businessman in his mind.

Camille Player.

"How did you do it, Aurora?"

Glancing at those few high-sounding standard sentence patterns again, Chopin asked her with great interest.

Before today, the letter from the fiancée to him did not mention any information related to the letter of recommendation in her hand.The young man only knew that Aurora had done what she wanted to do, and he rewarded her with the opportunity called "Liszt" as agreed with her that night.

Unexpectedly, she actually got a sufficient letter of recommendation by herself.

"I went to Pleyel Piano Store to 'sell pianos', isn't it amazing? Seeing that I added a lot of orders to the store, Mr. Pleyel very generously fulfilled my wish."

"..."

How to describe her bright eyes?A kitten waiting to be fed, or a child looking forward to being praised?

Chopin's vision slowly softened into clouds.He patiently listened to her talk about the scene where she showed her skills in the store, and he felt that the piano was her true love.

"Wait, Aurora. Kami, no, Mr. Pleyel, have you been paid accordingly in the end?"

"Remuneration? I thought... the one in your hand is the best reward?"

The recommendation letter was instantly pinched with a fingerprint.

He squinted his eyes and sneered at the object in his hand.

"This profiteer, Camille!"

"Huh? François, I can't hear what you're saying."

"It's nothing, Aurora. You may receive a letter of apology in the past two days... a businessman with a conscience will confess to you for what he did."

"Really? I care more about Franz than this—"

Oh Franz.

You can exchange names with him so easily when you meet him for the first time.

Think, dear lady, how long did it take you to say "François"?

"Oh, Franz," the displeased Pole folded the letter paper leisurely, threw it on the dining table, pulled out the dining chair, and sat down indifferently, "that guy has a lot of work to do every day, so why should he care about it?"

"Of course I know, as a great pianist, Franz must be very busy..." Aurora also pulled out a chair, and lay down on the table again in frustration. She dragged the plate of gingerbread to her and took out a A heart sprinkled with icing sugar, a little melancholy and uneasy, "I'm not sure if he's satisfied with the piece I just played - Francois, that's Liszt... Is what he just told me true? "

"Fake. Never listen to that person's rhetoric. I was the one who played the piano with you."

"Fake, fake? That, that..."

The girl's sluggish appearance finally pushed away the dark clouds in the young man's heart, and he pointed at the plate pretending to be serious.

"Gingerbread, mine."

"Oh."

The small brown biscuit resting on Aurora's fingertips was brought to his mouth. Chopin was slightly startled, and after a moment of hesitation, he bit it.

shiver.

His lips seemed to touch something warm.

Two pairs of surprised eyes looked at each other.

brush--

The girl quickly withdrew her hands and sat upright, while the young man withdrew his head and pretended nothing happened.

If the painter Delacroix were here, he would definitely sigh, the crimson pink that appeared on the faces of these two people is about the most beautiful color sprouting.

Quiet.

Except for her breathing, there was only the sound of him chewing gingerbread.

"Don't worry about Liszt's recommendation letter. That...isn't a lie."

"Ok?"

The empty-eyed Chopin, staring at the gingerbread plate on the table, used his own humor to debunk the episode just now: "Believe me, Aurora... If the Hungarians didn't have only one name, he would be more than happy to use a different name." I will write a dozen for you."

After a long time, he heard her chuckle, and another sentence——

"I never doubted your word, François."

Ha chirp!

Liszt, who was cutting veal steak on the dining table, sneezed for some reason. He pulled the napkin aside to cover his mouth and nose, and apologized to the lady opposite.

The Hungarian, who has always been in good health, can't help wondering whether he has caught a cold because of changing too many sets of clothes early in the morning.

"Mary, I'm fine. Maybe someone misses me, after all, I'm Liszt." He winked at the blond young lady, picked up his knife and fork again, "How about continuing our conversation?"

"Oh, yes, you are Liszt, so someone always has you in their hearts...even if you are at my dining table."

"Hey Mary, doesn't that reassure you that I'm here, right in front of you?"

Liszt put down the tableware, looked at the blond beauty with sullen face, his smile spread like ripples, and gradually disappeared in circles.

Marie Dacourt, who was once so beautiful that it could eclipse Lake Geneva[2], has become more and more cloudy these days.She seems to be caught in some kind of anxiety and can't get out, she can easily let herself indulge in those small details and can't breathe[3], even the hearty Hungarians can't open their hearts.

"Reassure me, dear Franz, how can you reassure me...Look, you admire that person 'the piano is as good as another Chopin', you want to give her a letter of recommendation-God, you are holy You don't look like a human creation, can you think about yourself more?"

"Myself? Mary, I don't think there is anything wrong with giving to an excellent musician, not to mention I like the way she plays my piece... Clara is not willing to follow my original score[4], she can Finish my etude—you know, how amazing it is?"

He tried to convey the joy in his heart to her. This mood has nothing to do with romance, but the pianist's most authentic sincerity to music.

But she threw away the silver knife and fork, and the blue and white porcelain plate was knocked out with a sharp sound.

"Oh, a pianist who looks like you and like Chopin... Ha, I'm so glad it's 'her'—you're never in danger, my god.”

"Madame Dagu!"

Liszt pushed away the chair and stood up. He put the napkin on his body next to the dinner plate, suppressing the churning emotions in his heart.

He couldn't be angry with her, he didn't want to be angry.He was only sad why the so-called true love couldn't really understand him.

"Frantz Liszt is always looking forward to seeing every genius come, no need for any reason, I am always confident that I have my place in the piano world."

"When you feel better, let's get together again."

……

The originally perfect dinner party ended in unhappiness.

The Countess raised her hand in grief and smashed a goblet.Listening to the sound of glass being scattered and separated, the sadness in her heart eased a little.

Franz is so stupid, can't he detect the direction of the music scene in Paris these days?

Liszt should be a composer, and the best composer in all of France-she would never allow anyone to shake this truth.

"Come here - prepare me a pen and paper, I want to write a letter to her, immediately!"

That wandering poet from Poland must not let him influence her king of music any longer.

……

When Liszt arrived at the apartment, Chopin was sitting on the sofa waiting for him.

There was a large plate of gingerbread from a certain lady on the tea table, which made the stomachs of the Hungarians who hadn’t finished their meal even more empty—the bag of gingerbread that Aurora gave him, when he went to see Mary today, he secretly shared with Bu Lanny[5] wiped it all out together - most of them went into the belly of the little cutie.

"Look at the way you stare at the gingerbread, dear Mr. Franz, do you want some?"

"Tell me, Fried, what do you want your friend to do?"

"Write a letter of recommendation and give it to her. I'll supervise you, and you can eat it after writing it, all of it."

"The devil. Don't you trust me, my dear Vaughn!"

Hungary is not popular, just pick up a piece of gingerbread and throw it into your mouth.

Filled with a healing aroma, all his unhappiness was instantly healed.The blond pianist finds that he really likes being with his peers and friends.

"Paper and pen are right next to you, write carefully after eating."

"Frantz, what would you like to hear?"

Liszt, who lamented his fate after listening to the first half of the sentence, was fixed on the sofa by the second half of Chopin's sentence.

The power of love is so great?Fried would be kind enough to play him a ditty?

"Because you look like you're about to cry, it's making my eyes so sad—well, you don't have the right to choose the song, I'll play it for you, and write it well!"

The Polish's awkward concern made the Hungarian collapse on the sofa in an instant.

He tore off his bow tie, and the frustration in his heart was swept away—all his persistence was worth it.

"Xiao, you also write a letter of recommendation for her?"

"Use your brain, Lee."

"I never make mistakes. Have you forgotten how many pass cards that belong to you that I sent out? You are my friend, and it is normal for me to pester you to write a letter of recommendation—"

"..."

"Think about it, Chopin's recommendation letter, Aurora's music association guide has it-don't you think it is very satisfactory?"

"..."

The piano sound suddenly stopped.

Liszt raised his head in astonishment, and found that Chopin was standing aside awkwardly.

"Paper—um, give me one?"

Paris Music Society.

Stepping into this palace for the second time, Aurora carried three letters that gave her infinite courage.

Women, pianists, must be admitted this time.

"Oh, Miss, is it you again?"

The author has something to say: It’s been a long time, little angels, happy double festival!

I'm sorry to trouble everyone to wait so long, let's use the small theater to give you some joy and sweetness.

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【Note op.25】

[1] The date of the recital is approaching: Chopin is very unsuited to playing in the concert hall, and the crowded environment will make him very disturbed.This is also the main reason why he has so few solos and has been in the salon.

Liszt testified: Once the Pole arrived one week before the concert, he would fall into deep anxiety and tension. He would fidget and walk around the piano at home.

[2] To eclipse Lake Geneva: refers to the historical elopement of Liszt and Madame Marie Dacou in 1835. "Traveler's Notes" was created during this period, which is a period of time that Liszt is very nostalgic for.

[3] Mrs. Dagu’s status: Mary suffers from mental weakness, and she is very jealous, abandoning her husband and elope with Liszt, which made her become a talking point in Paris for a long time... She desperately hopes that Liszt can become a real Composer, justifies his choice.

[4] Clara is unwilling to follow my original score: referring to the first draft of Liszt's "The Bell".When Liszt presented it to Clara, the female pianist cried, and wrote to accuse him that the piece was so difficult that only God could play it.

Liszt reduced the difficulty of the piece twice for her. The simplest version is "The Clock" that we often listen to now.

[5] Stealing Cookies with Britney: Britney is the illegitimate daughter of Liszt and Countess Dagu, his eldest daughter.If I remember correctly, he passed away very early after his youngest son died.

Of Liszt's three sons and daughters, only Cosima, the second daughter, remained.

【Small Theater·Your Name】

One morning, the weather was so good that Aurora couldn't contain her joy when she saw her fiancé who was composing music.

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[Aurora]: Francois, who is the hardest working musician in the world?

[Chopin]: Mozart?Bach?Or Schubert?

[Aurora]: No, no, it's Beethoven—because there is a hardworking bee (bee) in beethoven.

[Chopin]: ...

[Aurora]: Who is the most artistic musician in the world?

[Chopin]: Well, Mendelssohn?Wait, shouldn't it be what I thought?

[Aurora]: Haha, congratulations, you answered incorrectly, it is Mozart—because there is art (art) in mozart.

[Chopin]: ...

[Aurora]: Who is the most organized musician in the world?

[Chopin]: Ma'am, please give the answer directly.

[Aurora]: Well, it's Liszt—because there is a list (list) in liszt.

[Chopin]: ...

[Aurora]: Who is the most cherished musician in the world?

[Chopin]: Aurora, do me a favor, I'm working...

[Aurora]: It's Chopin - only chopin can let me pin (don't) on my chest and hang on my heart.

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After giving her fiancé a good morning kiss, Miss Titmouse bounced and flew to the piano, hiding her achievements and fame indifferently.

The beat that was provoked to the heart stalled, and Mr. Hedgehog stared at the music paper stained by shaking hands, even the dots of ink were songs.

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Thanks to the little angels who cast mines: 4 from eleven; 3 from above Xingxing and xgbsdg; , Trapped into a puddle of slime, Luo Yan, Ning Jun, 1 garlic pickled plum;

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