And Chopin's days of playing the wind spectrum month

【Changed engagement】

When he received the letter from Count Wodzynski, Chopin was ready to pack his bags and return to Paris.After all, the symptoms caused by the cold have basically subsided, and he has no reason to stay here.

After reading the information on paper, Chopin did not experience much emotional fluctuations.

Even in his eyes, the words and sentences composed of ink characters are simply laughable.

"Please come here...to discuss the 'marriage contract' in detail..."

Chopin had reservations about the invitation.

Could it be that Anthony was sleepwalking when he was invited late at night a few days ago, and everything he revealed was sleepwalking?

engagement?

Isn't that what you're trying to erase?

The brown-haired young man was silent, and threw it into the copper storage basin at hand.It contained all the recent letters related to "Dresden", and the bottom of the basin was dark.

He struck a match, but hesitated the moment he dropped it.

The fire gradually stopped burning. After thinking for a while, Chopin threw the gray stem into the basin.

He cleaned his fingers again, removed the coat from the hanger, and decided to go to the appointment.

Regardless of the outcome, the Waldshinski family had given Chopin sincere care.Although they were no longer what he remembered, but due to emotion and reason, he should say goodbye to them when he left.

This farewell is probably forever.

The Waldshinski family's residence in Dresden was somewhat different from what Chopin remembered.

On weekdays, laughter is indispensable in this room.The youngest son Anthony loves to make jokes, and the youngest daughter Maria will play lively melodies on the piano holding her brother's field.

Vocals and music have always been the last things here.

But today, the excitement has completely disappeared from this room.

Even, even the former enthusiasm seems to have faded.

——No one came downstairs to welcome the young man, only an unfamiliar maid.

After walking a few steps following the lead of the maid, Chopin said calmly, "Excuse me, where are Maria and Anthony? Are you not at home today?"

The maid turned around and replied softly: "Sir, Miss and Master left Dresden two days ago."

Is this an attempt to avoid the meeting altogether?

Chopin stopped walking, wondering if he had made the right decision to visit.

Like the tempo markers that sit on the first bar of the score, they limit the duration of the music from the start.

Perhaps through the letter to hint at the attitude of the so-called marriage contract, both parties can be more decent.

"gentlemen?"

Seeing that the guest did not move for a long time, the maid stepped forward to remind the young man who seemed to be distracted.

"I want to go to the music room for a meeting first. Presumably Count Vodsinski is busy at the moment, and probably won't have time to summon me."

"Sir, the piano in the music room was sent back to Warsaw early this morning...do you still want to go?"

The maid didn't listen carefully to Chopin's implication.She just remembered that this gentleman used to get together with young masters and ladies in front of the piano, kindly reminding him that the music room was not a good choice.

However, there was another silence that answered her, which made her a little at a loss.

"go."

Hearing the young man's answer, the maid was relieved.

"Okay, sir, I'll open the door for you."

The maid who quickly grabbed the doorknob didn't quite understand why it was so difficult to get along with a young man who used to treat others like a spring breeze—she really didn't want to experience another deadly silence.

"I'll go and inform the count. The master is in the study, and you can go to see him later on your own."

The maid completely opened the door of the music room, gave a slight salute and left quickly.

Listening to the footsteps fading away, Chopin didn't care about the servant's unusual attitude, and walked in slowly.

After removing the grand piano from view, the music room became much empty.

In fact, it is a music room, and it also undertakes part of the function of the living room.A few days ago, a few young people played the piano and sang songs here, laughing and having fun, while the owner sipped tea alone on the sofa chair beside him, showing peace and warmth.

But now, there are only a few scattered chairs and low coffee tables left here.

No, more than that—

In the place where the piano was originally placed, the score was scattered all over the place.There seemed to be some light marks on some of the paper.

Chopin walked over and picked up the most recent sheet music.

He dusted it with his hand, and there was a slight sense of dust from the tip of his middle finger, and the marks left in the five lines and notes were almost invisible.

It's shoe prints.

Probably when the piano was being carried, the sheet music fell but did not attract attention. After hurried steps, it was contaminated with silence.

There are still traces of pencil on the score paper, marking the fingering of the notes and some brief details that need to be paid attention to when playing.

The handwriting is light and the font is elegant and decent.

This is his pencil writing.

Also his piano pieces.

The young man remained silent, and the divine light in his eyes flowed secretly.

From these scattered music scores, he gradually understood one thing: the gentle lady who he originally wanted to marry, the gentle lady who had received a verbal marriage contract from Countess Wodsinski, was not so suitable for him[1].

At least, the young man is very sure: Miss Maria does not really like "Chopin's music".

A faint smile spread on the corner of his mouth.

Chopin was not sure for a moment, whether he was feeling more self-deprecating, or more relieved.

But he was very calm in his heart, and even thanked himself for taking this trip.

Miss Maria does not lack a score that has been annotated and explained by Chopin—no matter who the music on the paper comes from—as long as she wants, she can have them at any time, and she can also ask someone to explain her doubts at any time.

She didn't care if there would be any lack of score on the piano.Even, she didn't even remember that the score fell on the music table.

Put on that standard social emoji.Chopin just wanted to let the score paper slip from his hand, turn around and leave the music room to go to the appointment, but stopped because of the conversation coming from the corridor.

Someone is approaching here.

It seems that he is not the only one who came to visit Count Wodsinski today.

"Miss, the front is the drawing room and the music room, go upstairs through it, and the lady is on it."

"Music room? Can I... take a look inside first?"

It is easy to identify the identity of the visitor from the dialogue, it is just a maid and a female visitor.

Maybe the visitor was a bit special, after all, from the voice, the servant who received her was the one who had been with the countess all the time.

Originally, this was a matter that would be ignored by the young man, but Chopin was very concerned about the girl's voice.He probably didn't know her before, but he just felt familiar—and this was definitely not an illusion.

As a pianist, the young man never doubted his ears.

"Miss, of course you can. After all, Madam ordered you to take a good look. This way please. But please don't stay too long, after all Madam is waiting for you in the tea room."

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and Chopin subconsciously rushed to the display cabinet on the left, where some porcelain from the East were displayed.

In the past, when he was the most popular guest in the house, the place he visited most often was the music room—he knew that there was enough room for a person to hide next to that cupboard.

It's basically in the blind spot of the room.Thanks to Mr. Wardshinski for picking a house that matches his title, no one would care about an inconspicuous corner in the big concert hall—even with floor-to-ceiling curtains as a double cover.

For some reason, the young man didn't want to bump into strangers, but he also wanted to verify his judgment quietly.

"The music room...why is there no piano?"

From anticipation to disappointment, the girl's voice clearly drew an inverted "V" in the air.Chopin could almost imagine the other party's appearance from high spirits to decadent in seconds.

The maid carefully explained to the girl what the young man had just heard.

"I thought I could touch the big triangle here..."

The regret and resentment in the ending almost made the corners of Chopin's mouth rise ten degrees.

For some reason, the young man remembered that when he was in Paris, a certain blond Hungarian happily pushed him to the men’s clothing store, greeted the counter as if offering a treasure, and displayed the beautiful bow tie he liked[2], only to be told by the clerk that it happened to be sold After falling, a funny expression of playing the wrong note at the concert.

"Hey, what are these sheet music?"

"Miss, don't touch it—these garbage servants forgot to collect it! God, what a disgrace, is the servant who cleans the room deaf? I'll take you away right away. Madam shouldn't have recruited these unreliable locals... "

The beautiful arc that was originally slightly curved straightened instantly, and the smile disappeared from Chopin's face.He squeezed the sheet of music paper in his hand, retreated into the shadows, and kept secret.

"You're wrong, this is definitely not rubbish—"

Like a candle lit in the dark, the girl replied gently, but every word was unquestionable, as if she was upholding the truth.In Chopin's line of sight, the sun shines through the curtain, casting a faint shadow picking up the music score on it.

"This is "Xiao Lian". When you practice, you will go crazy because of a bar. You can cry and laugh after playing a section. It is the details hidden in the simple notes... beyond the paper itself, it is a treasure! "

"But... Excuse me, miss, madam has ordered 'clean up here after taking away the piano', which means that these papers are 'disposable' things."

As expected of the Countess's personal maid, Chopin can fully capture the potential meaning in her words.

"I don't deny the judgment of the hostess. But I remember that you said just now that the departure of the piano and your lady were not at the same time? Is there a possibility that the score was left here, which was not her intention at all?"

"If she can play these pieces, I think she must like music and love Chopin."

"Put them away—believe me, if your lady learns that these scores have been lost, she will want to get them back."

The girl's persistence made Chopin dumbfounded.

He watched her shadow jumping around on the covering curtain, and took all the music scores on the ground into his arms.

Just to keep his work from being abandoned - a stranger, who is much more precious than his "Polish relatives".

Silly.

Chopin leaned against the wall, covering his eyes with the back of his hand.

I don't know if this exclamation is for the girl or for himself.

"Look at these notations, how serious is she when she learns... A person who loves Chopin's music will only allow his scores to be turned up on the scoreboard of his piano—no, maybe not even turned upside down Allowed!"

The young man suddenly opened his eyes wide, and the girl's words caused an earthquake in his heart.

got windy.

The covering curtain fluttered in front of his eyes, but he stuck there like a nail, without moving an inch.And she seemed to be bathed in the holy light, stroking the sheet of music in her arms, revealing her heart unreservedly.

The curtain is swaying, between the visible and invisible, the girl's gentle and sincere smile is gradually reflected on the young man's sky-blue window of soul.

"It's you?"

The voice and appearance overlapped, the so-called sense of familiarity was revealed, and the memory about her completely emerged with an etude.

Like a thunderbolt in spring, splitting all the silence, bringing warm rain——

It also inadvertently awakened Chopin's sleeping heart.

……

After an unknown amount of time, Chopin finally came out from the hidden corner, and the room was already empty.

Only on the short coffee table was a sheet of music that had been sorted out.

No, there is one more thing.

a hair tie.

Xu Shi heard the maid's perfunctory, and the girl deliberately untied the decorative hairband on her head, stacked the music scores and fastened them.After all, the scores did not belong to her, and it was not appropriate to ask for them. She could only choose this clumsy but stubborn way.

pale pinkish gray.

Different from the innocence of pink, it is more like the gentleness that remains unchanged after being covered with a layer of gray.

Chopin flicked the hairband to confirm that the color belonged to her once.

"Sir... the one in your hand, can I take it and dispose of it?"

The young man raised his head and found that the maid who had greeted him at the beginning was looking at him with red eyes at the moment.

"Also... the master has settled the business, you go to the study—"

"Give me a large piece of brown paper, please."

Chopin interrupted the maid, and carefully inserted the sheet of music in his hand into the overlapping crosshairs of the hairband.

"what did you say?"

"Anyway, if you want to 'dispose' of it, why don't you leave it to me? Or do you need me to ask Lord Earl for instructions?"

"No, no need—I'll get the paper right away, and I promise to wrap it well for you!"

If the owner of the sheet music really cared, the sheets should be safely stowed away in her trunk on the day she leaves.

You see, they still cannot escape the fate of being abandoned; just like me, I have to accept the fate of fate.

Thank you, unknown lady.

If I can meet you again before walking out of here...

Then I hope this time, I can hear your name in the sun.

After packing everything up, the young man changed his steps to go where he really should go.

"I already know what my wife promised you. To be honest, my dear child, the right to decide this kind of matter should be in my hands... Besides, you didn't ask for the wishes of the 'participants', did you?"

"However, in view of the fact that our two families have been on good terms for many years, as a nobleman, we are more and more responsible for our words and deeds... that 'promise', we are willing to fulfill it—a decent 'Wodsinska'."

"Aurora Wardsinska, my third daughter, I will promise you her."

In the earl's study, the young man seemed to have experienced a shock of the soul.He couldn't imagine that, compared to the answer of rejection, there would be a second shocking choice.

That smiling middle-aged man sitting across the desk is really someone he knows well enough to call him an uncle?

Walking out of the study in a daze, accepting the earl's kind suggestion "go and think about it quietly and carefully", Chopin sat bored on the wooden bench in the garden, completely emptying himself.

If everything in the mansion is suffocating, then this rose garden is enough for people to find their breath again.

Don't have to think about those disturbances, don't have to care about those twists and turns, the young man who gradually calmed down, his thinking finally returned to normal.

Aurora Wardsinska ?

Chopin did not doubt the identity of this unknown lady, he was only amazed at the means used by the "Polish relatives".

He has always been reluctant to speak out, always thinking that hints are enough - but this time, the euphemism in his bones has become something that can be used.

Woldsinska ah...

The Earl's behavior seemed unmistakable to outsiders, and he easily changed his position.If the young man gave him a negative answer, it would be Chopin who will be condemned in the end.

"Mom, please forgive me...I can't help..."

The young man leaned on the bench, pursed his lips tightly, looked at the white clouds in the sky, and made a weak broken sound.

He had already figured out the reason for the collapse of this marriage, and was ready to accept the unabashed rejection.But he really couldn't feel at ease with this reversal-like compensation, and involved an innocent person in it.

Marriage is more like a disaster than a dull one!

……

"Sir, please marry—ah no, it's 'please be my fiancé', okay?"

The abnormal noise from the rose bushes suddenly broke the tranquility of the garden with a quick request.

Chopin was taken aback by this sudden intrusion.

The lady in front of him lowered her head, bent over, raised a marriage contract above her head with both hands, and presented it straight in front of him.

She gripped the edge of the paper tightly with both hands, trembling slightly visible to the naked eye.But the attitude is very sincere, not a joke.

"..."

The sun is too bright, even dizzy.

Chopin's eyelashes fluttered back and forth, and the white paper and girl's unadorned bun did not disappear.

He was a little confused.

Not a hallucination?

That's what's wrong with my ears.

The young man sat stiffly on the wooden bench, and the rose bushes behind him became more and more colorful.

At the moment, his mind keeps repeating the echo of someone super affoléglissando[3] on the keys.

Franz Liszt, when I return to Paris, you must be responsible for my ears—if it weren’t for listening to your piano too much, how could I have auditory hallucinations?

"fiancé"?

Merciful Lord—this is me, being proposed? !