And Chopin's days of playing the wind spectrum month

【Gunner·True Love】

Aurora was sitting on the sofa, drinking the fruit tea that Petit had just made, her whole heart, like the bright birdsong outside the window, had flown up to the clouds, wandering in the cotton-like soft whiteness.

If asked why, it must have something to do with an open letter beside her.

It's from François Pison and it just arrived this morning.

As for the content, there is only one sentence: "Today I will send you the 'love letter' you want."

Just because of these words, Aurora's good mood even made her want to take a break - the piano is there, but after the letter was delivered, it could no longer attract the girl to play it.

The black-haired female pianist didn't think it was worthwhile to stop her morning practice prematurely because of Francois' arrival.She will always remember the magical multicolored look on Mr. Fiance's face after she made the request.

Aurora didn't expect "a love letter to Chopin" at first, after all, this request was too teasing - she chose to provoke that awkward gentleman out of anger, since he has always been mysterious, but affectionate Said such ambiguous, touching words.

The girl poured herself a cup of tea until there was no drop of sweet fruit tea in the cup.

"No matter when and where, I can find you."

"Honey, this makes me so jealous I'm going crazy."

"As long as you are by my side, I will do anything for you."

Bach Handel, Mozart Salieri, Liszt Chopin——

How come I'm starting to hear all the nonsense that François said the day before yesterday?Clearer than memorizing your sheet music?

The warm tea soup neutralized the heat rising from the chest to the cheeks, and the girl blamed all her ailments on the fruit tea being too hot.Looking at the empty glass, she couldn't sit still and simply went to the dining table to refill her own glass.

Pettit, who had finished her clothes, just passed by her.The elder's recent attire has become more sophisticated, and it seems that she is going out again.

Mammy seems to be very busy these days, and she leaves around this time every day, except weekends.Before going out, she will prepare a simple lunch for Aurora and come back in the evening.

This is also the fundamental reason why Petit was taken aback when François came to deliver the letter of recommendation early in the morning a few days ago-her treasure has been with someone during the days when she was not at home often. People pull into the distance.

"Mommy, are you going out again?"

"Yes, my dear lady, you little liar, and Mammy will support you well until you fulfill your promise."

Petit announced her intimacy with Aurora with a passionate kiss.

But the girl seemed to have something to say to the elder's teasing.

"Mammy, I'm already a pianist. Wait a minute. I'll take on gigs or tutoring. My promises are not empty words—and don't you see? Yesterday morning, Pleyel's They sent me franc notes, and they invited me to play at the violin shop."

"Yes, yes, my young lady is the most powerful. Then take care of my little cutie for a few more years while Mammy is still young."

Petit smiled and gave Aurora a farewell hug, and the girl had no choice but to respond tenderly, watching her go out.

……

Petit, who was about to hail the carriage on the street, happened to meet Pi Song to get off the carriage.

The young man who was arranging his coat and hat felt a little embarrassed after looking at his elder, but he did not forget to walk over to salute the elder after adjusting.The lady who has always valued etiquette has increased her affection for him, and she is no longer indifferent to each other.

"Good day, Ms. Pettit. I delivered the call earlier, and I'm here to deliver... 'something' to Aurora."

The expression on the young man's face was unnatural for a moment, and the elder did not respond immediately.

In view of this gentleman's consistent code of conduct, she reluctantly put him back on the list that the lady can communicate with.In addition, after she found that Aurora didn't seem to be willing to socialize like a lady, this gentleman was the only one on her list.

For young people, let the young people have their own headaches.

"Don't be restrained, Francois, Aurora is waiting for you inside, go quickly... By the way, sir, if you can, you can invite her out for a walk today-I allow you to do so."

Pettit watched him with a shocked look of satisfaction, since this was the first time she had called his name.Although she has always opposed the marriage contract, for Aurora's sake—the three male surnames Chopin, Liszt, and Pison that she heard the most from the young lady's mouth, she had to investigate first.

"You, are you going out? If possible, please use my carriage—"

Look, the gentleman who is flattered by a name change is as clean as a blank sheet of paper.

Petit waved his hand, pointed at the letter in the young man's hand, and turned around leisurely.

"Don't worry about me, Francois, go and deliver the 'things' first, and then you can go out in the carriage directly... I don't really hope that Aurora stays at home all the time, lying on the piano and not moving. "

Love letter.

It's such a cute little thing.

Liszt smiled brightly on the Pleyel piano.

The affectionate and moving melody naturally flows into a river between his fingers, and just listening to the gurgling sound of the piano can make people intoxicated for a while.

Thinking of Chopin's cute behavior, Liszt couldn't stop smiling.

The awkward Poles rushed to his door the night before, and the Hungarian, who thought the sky was falling when he looked like him, nervously brushed his blond hair while calming down Haoyong with a calm tone.

The madness of the brown-haired pianist circling around his house was even scarier than his recital arrival.

"Frantz, Aurora, let me write something... I am a composer, how can I write something like that!"

"Don't worry, calm down, Fried, what is Miss Queen's intention? Maybe I can give you some advice?"

"Love letter—Frantz, she wants me to write her a love letter..."

"Isn't this just right? Pass your heart to her, and then you show your heart to each other, and you reveal your true identity, and I can send you flower baskets at the end of the curtain—maybe, I can find a priest for you?"

He was enthusiastically imagining the subsequent development of the Polish love story, but he restrained himself a little after his friend hesitated to speak with a complicated expression on his face.

Liszt waited for Chopin to tell the reason that it was impossible to be embarrassed.

"Frantz . . . what if the love letter she wants me to write . . . is to Chopin?"

After deducing what the eyes like copper bells look like with his strength, the blond pianist threw himself into the sofa, picked up the pillow and rolled around, turning himself into a swaying pointer on a metronome.

His trademark Hungarian hearty laugh is played to the max.This was the first time he could laugh at the Pole with reason and reason.

"Hahaha, you wrote a love letter to Chopin? Hahaha, Fried, this... I can laugh for a year!"

When Liszt finally laughed enough, he couldn't straighten up holding the pillow.After wiping off the tears that didn't exist, he was finally able to speak properly with a smile.

"My dear friend, why did she name you to write to Chopin? Has something been noticed?"

"Should... no, because I... hinted that I cared about her. Well, she should be angry at me... angry that I hid something from her?"

"You confessed to someone—"

"No, don't make me doubt your ears, I'm talking about hints."

Liszt didn't take it seriously, and he hadn't seen Chopin's hint about love-this guy was not even happy to improvise on the theme of love.Of course, if he wants to, his piano sound can really be amazing.

But in Liszt's view, that kind of melody lacks a bit of real emotion, and it can only be said that the Poles are too good at handling emotions.

"So, what are you going to do?"

"you write."

Chopin's brevity made Liszt throw away the pillow and stand up instantly.

"I write? What kind of strange idea is this? Can you simply write a few words of love?"

"Because you like Chopin, Franz, I don't like him--love has too much to write about for you, I can't even write a few love-motive melodies, and you want to try not to use it at all I write a love letter in language? By the way, I am still a writer, so the love letter must match my identity?"

Liszt regretted it, he shouldn't be responsive to Mr. Poland.

What is he now, the god of love?No, as far as his current treatment is concerned, it's clearly about the same as a love consultant—the kind that hasn't been paid yet.

"Then why did you agree to her? You are asking for your own death!"

"Well, because I... am willing to satisfy all her requests?"

When the Pole looked at the Hungarian with his wet blue eyes, there was only one option left.

Forget it, anyway, from the very beginning, he decided to be a loyal guardian of his friend's love - who told God to favor Chopin, but he admired Aurora, this confused couple is the "true love" Be an avatar.

"Then you... Do you mind if I ask my friend for help? Don't worry, he is a great writer. Writing a love letter is no problem at all."

"If possible, come and get it the day after tomorrow."

……

When the music style was changed on the black and white keys, Liszt actually started to play Chopin's repertoire.

Perhaps Pleyel is really the most suitable piano for Polish piano music. The melodious tune instantly makes the pianist satisfied with the timbre described by his fingertips.

Fried didn't even read the love letter when he took it away, maybe he was confident that the letter would come back to him after a round trip?

Tsk tsk, I just don't know if Victor's enthusiastic expression will win his favor.

That's right, after counting his circle of friends, the witty Liszt finally chose a great writer among the many writers and poets that he liked the most and who was also close to him.

Victor Hugo, the great French writer, accompanied by the enthusiastic sound of the Hungarian piano and a glass of mellow red wine, within a quarter of an hour, he completed a love letter full of love.

Oops, Fried, I'm sorry—

I accidentally played your song into a "sweet and greasy" taste.

"Do you mind if I take it apart now, François?"

"Do not--"

The Polish man stretched out his hand in horror, but was rejected by the girl's flat back. As she shook off the letter paper, he who was sitting on the sofa was also shocked.

He heard her clear her throat, and read the love letter in front of his face in a very lingering tone.

"Chopin, the angel I hide in my heart, my day ends with thinking about you, and tomorrow starts with thinking about you [1]..."

This sentence alone made the Pole stand up from the sofa, and the redness of the fire and the steaming heat wave suddenly spread from the young man's body——

Like, erupting volcanoes.

The author has something to say: 【Note·op.29】

[1] Chopin, the angel I hide in my heart...Open: Inspired by a love letter Hugo wrote to Juliette on December 1836, 12 (you think I cue Mr. Hugo casually, akimbo. jpg, applause for Mr. Li Zi's whimsy).

After all, it is written about literary giants, and I dare not directly fabricate it. I have Hugo's own love letter as a reference, so I hereby explain.

The original sentence is "My poor angel, I hope I can end the old year by thinking of you today, and you start the new year by thinking of me tomorrow."

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 watermelon seed in the watermelon rind;

Thanks to the little angels who threw the mines: 1 star-pointer, Zhizhi, and Hyacinth;

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