And Chopin's days of playing the wind spectrum month

【Let's turn the page】

Yan. Love writer...

Chopin never thought that one day he would be associated with such a profession that absolutely violated his moral concepts and artistic aesthetics.The force it produced was unprecedented, so that he couldn't resist it at all—if it wasn't for the bookcase behind his back, he might really be like those crazy ladies at the Hungarian concert, his eyes were smeared , just passed out.

The composer, who has always been not good at speaking, and who deals with everything with a silent smile most of the time, can no longer maintain his usual appearance.His cheeks were easily burned into the fiery sunset glow, his palms were holding the books tightly, and he was panting heavily, but his tongue seemed to be taken away by a cat, making it impossible for him to spit out the syllables of the vocabulary clearly.

Aurora, the unspeakable writer's identity is the current François Pison. I have no interest in writing and commenting except for being recognized by the Polish Literature Association in Paris;

Aurora, what I want to publish in a vest is my composition as Chopin. I can’t reveal my identity at the moment, isn’t it the so-called vest in your eyes?

God, I've already used that Franz guy's "pen name" as an example-why are you still thinking astray?

Am I not guiding enough, or am I suggesting too much?

This must be my punishment for hiding my identity from you!

……

Xu Shi noticed that Francois' face was not right, and Aurora was startled to realize what she just said.

She actually said the conjecture in her heart verbatim in front of him-this is, what a shame-look, her fiancé has almost turned into a puddle of water and seeped into the bookshelf.

"Aurora doesn't know anything!"

The girl quickly saved the field, as if she felt that it was not enough, she simply retracted her hand to wrap around the young man's left arm, and stood together with him in front of the bookcase in a daze.

The sun shone in from the windows overhead, and the temperature in the bookstore was rising steadily.

Aurora saw the small beam of light cast an oval spot on the ground, and suddenly remembered that she seemed to be very unladylike and knocked down her fiancé's bookcase.Coupled with the previous blatant speculation, she was finally patronized by a wonderful sense of hotness after knowing it later.She tightened her arms around Francois nervously, watching the dust particles in the air chasing each other and spiraling up in the beam of light.

"Aurora, I'm really not...a writer."

"François, I really don't care that you're a... writer."

The unanimous voice after a long embarrassment once again made the two clumsy people fall into silence.

Aurora seemed to have bitten her tongue, and she couldn't believe that the fueling words flew out of her mouth again.

"Aurora—"

"!"

The girl just pretended to be dead and closed her eyes.The name the young man called her was full of shame, resentment and helpless gnashing of teeth.

She slid her hand into his drooping palm and was immediately held tightly by him.

The silent girl tilted her head obediently, leaning on the shoulder of the man who was almost out of breath.She carefully sensed his momentary stiffness with her face and arms, and still did not speak, only calming down the agitation in his heart slowly like coquettishly to him.

He seemed to receive her apology and comfort.

Aurora found that Francois gradually relaxed his breathing, and his limbs became soft again.

He is so skinny.

The tailor who made his clothes was really superb.The clothes stood upright and fitted him, making him tall and elegant.But only when you really hug him, will you find that he is not what you see.

Feeling a little distressed for no reason.

For the first time, the girl truly perceives and cares about the youth's body.She even had the illusion that with the arm she had played the piano for many years, it seemed that she could hug her fiancé on the spot—if François didn't forgive her for a while, she might try to hold him around for a while. look?

"Again, Aurora, listen carefully, I will never write those... unscrupulous things."

"Well, according to our François's purity, it is impossible to write that kind of thing. My guess is off. I apologize to you. Can you forgive me?"

The girl rested her chin on the young man's shoulder, blinking her eyes at his profile.

He seemed to want to turn his head to look at her, but he pressed his lips together and turned to the other side.

"François, my probing is over--I don't wonder about your 'writer' status anymore, okay?"

"..."

The young man should have been persuaded. The girl saw him slowly turning his head. The expression on his face, which was tense due to shame and anger, finally softened into gentleness after a sigh.

He was going to raise his hand to stroke her hair, turning everything over with a little intimacy.But because the only hand that can move is holding a music book, he finally gave up and watched his tits play happily on his shoulder.

"What is that?" Aurora asked curiously, pointing to the book in his hand.

"A... sheet music." Francois's answer was rather hesitant, and the short and clear words were divided into two parts by him.

"Did you pick it for me? If so, can I have a look?"

"..."

The young man remained silent, neither affirming nor denying.

As if accepting his fate, he handed her the sheet music booklet.

"Huh, Chopin?"

At the moment when Aurora's attention shifted, she didn't see François's body that immediately stagnated for the surname she called out alone.

The girl rubbed the sheet music album, the cover was clearly marked by someone.Following the unevenness, she can even restore the strength and posture with which the young man grasped it.

As Aurora just said, it seems that all temptations are unnecessary.If he is just François himself from the beginning, a clean and independent individual, not trapped in other people's emotional network, there is a little secret, it doesn't have to be seen clearly - just like she comes from the future Same, isn't this something she can't talk about?

"Francois, in fact, I brought you to the bookstore today, just to pick up a bunch of sheet music. You know, I've already decided on a career, and I should play some repertoire."

"Go pick out the score. I can play any piece you like, Francois."

"Thanks to Mr. Pleyel for paying my salary, I can finally afford to buy sheet music now."

Smiling, she pulled the young man who continued to promote the virtue of silence out of the shadow under the bookcase, and Aurora pushed Francois on the back, urging him to go to the other side to choose the music book.

Looking at the staves and tadpoles, the mood will always become cheerful inadvertently.She began to search for favorite composers and music works with great interest, and after a while, a small hill piled up on her chest.Happiness will be passed on, and even the young people around you will be infected with joyful mood.

"Do you...do you need so many scores?" Francois was stunned by Miss Titmouse's ability to sweep goods.

"Yes! Francois, as long as I think of the time when these scores were published, I feel like I'm on a pilgrimage... God, I can actually have these treasures." Aurora's answer was extremely firm.

"Pilgrimage? You... don't you only make a pilgrimage to Chopin..."

"Yeah, so you see—"

The young man with an awkward face was forced to watch the girl count the results, and the more he watched, the more black lines appeared on his head.

Aurora almost emptied the bookcase containing Chopin's scores.

"So much—it's all Chopin."

"..."

She was as triumphant as offering a treasure, once again detonating his sense of shame.The young man picked up the pile of music scores and put them back in their original place, and then he picked out the related scores of Beethoven and put them aside.

"No, not allowed to buy."

"why?"

"Chopin, too annoying. Beethoven, too noisy."

"..."

Aurora had heard thousands of reasons for rejecting a composer's music, but she could swear that Francois's was the shortest, most improbable one she had ever heard.

The sharp-eyed young man instantly found a fish that slipped through the net, which was a copy of Chopin that he held in his hand at the beginning.Only then did the girl come to her senses, she grabbed it and hugged it in her arms, refusing to let go.

"Stop, stop, I like Chopin!"

The almost low-pitched roar made Francois's hands freeze in the air, and joy and sorrow began to tangle in his heart again.

"At least... leave me a copy—otherwise, next time, I won't come out with you again."

"Hey, Aurora, what I mean is... don't buy his music, I'll give it to you."

She didn't believe his words at all, and retorted with a smile: "Why did you send me to rob Franz's collection?"

Intrigued by her proposal, he nodded and said, "Good idea, I can help you empty his cupboard—Frantz is always generous, and I think he would be very happy to sponsor me a cupboard full of music. "

"Let me remind you, sir, that your friend Franz is as fond of Beethoven as I am of Chopin."

"Your hint is very useful, miss, I will take good care of it and return those noisy scores to Franz, who is precious."

The tit-for-tat atmosphere eased in a second into young men and women coming and going.Aurora was not as vigilant as she had been before, and gradually let go of the arms tightly wrapped around her chest.

She pointed to the marks on the edge of the sheet music, indicating that this booklet must be bought.

"So I asked you to give it to me, dear Aurora," Francois pulled it away from the girl's arms, "I have no objection to you buying other ones, but this one, please let me give it to you. "

Thanks to François for his private carriage, I didn’t feel it when I was shopping, but after paying the payment, I realized that the paper score can be such a heavy and bulky thing—so that they never sat opposite each other on the return journey. become crowded on the same side.

After all, these are Aurora's treasures, and she put them well on the seats of the carriage, not allowing any bruises or creases.

The youth had no choice but to become a porter, and together with the girl, transported them back to the bookcase at No. 38 Anting Street.

She was very satisfied with the no longer empty cabinets, and she lamented that her home finally looked like a pianist.

After finishing everything, rested and drank some tea, Aurora glanced at the clock on the fireplace, and found that it was time for lunch.

Xu was short of more than half of the Chopin scores, so the girl waved her hand and decided to invite the young man to a banquet, and the location was up to him.

Excited, she happily opened the door, just in time to meet the messenger who was about to knock on the door.

Opening this unusually formal letter in a daze, the girl carefully read the contents on the paper...

Swipe, the letter paper was suddenly thrown into the air by her, and it fluttered down on the piano like a butterfly.

Francois put his arms around his fiancée's neck, his blue eyes were full of horror and disbelief—he was lifted off the ground by the excited Aurora.

"Pho, my job is coming!"

The author has something to say: [A small theater that is not a small theater·Love and hatred between a composer and a pianist]

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Chopin met Aurora not long ago.

Chopin: I have a friend who plays the piano very well.

Liszt: ... (So in your eyes I just play the piano well?)

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Chopin gave Aurora a letter of recommendation.

Chopin: If Liszt had not only one name, he would have written you a dozen in different scripts.

Liszt: ... (So in your eyes I am so warm-hearted?)

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Chopin was noticed by Aurora wearing a vest.

Chopin: Liszt has a pseudonym, and it's a girl's name!

Liszt: ... (So in your eyes I'm just a gun blocker?)

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Chopin coaxes Aurora not to buy the scores.

Chopin: Liszt is a kind man. Let me help you empty his music cabinet.

Liszt: ... (I'll go to a locksmith right away and change all the locks on the door of my apartment from the inside to the outside - don't ask, it's just a lot of money to help the poor locksmiths in Paris!)

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Aye, Yuyu Yuyu, Hyacinth, 47335995, Leng Yuli, Ning Jun 1;

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