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【Fiance and Fiancee】

Chopin stood under a street lamp not far from the gate of the theater. The wick ignited by kerosene could only shed a small ball of light that could not be called bright.Even though he was not used to standing in a conspicuous place, in order for someone to find him more conveniently, the young man had to drive his legs under the spot of light.

Very well, the street lights in Paris are as good as ever.Chopin lowered his head, barely able to see even the cracks in the paving stones under his feet.He gathered his coat, and the coolness of the night wind was a bit aggressive, making it impossible to ignore.

Normally, the brown-haired Pole would never stand outside the theater so stupidly, especially when the show was over.After all, he has his own private carriage, so he doesn't have to taste the cold night and noise, and he can directly set foot on the way home with peace of mind.

But not today.

Although the youth is still an audience, it is the performers who he wants to go home with.It was inconvenient to meet in the theater, so he had to wait for her outside.

Because when he met Aurora, he was Francois.

The outpouring of crowds and packed driveways was an unspeakable disaster for Chopin.

He turned slightly sideways, turned up his collar and lowered the brim of his hat to hide his jewel-like blue eyes.This is to give yourself some negligible sense of security, and to prevent being recognized by strangers—this is by no means a logically erroneous sentence. After all, in Paris, there are definitely more people who know Chopin than he himself much.

The clouds tonight are very thick, and the moon phase has only a slight arc left. It can almost be concluded that this is a night without moonlight at all.

Thanks to the weather tonight, it finally made the oil in the street lights work.Only the Almighty Lord knows how difficult it is to get the people in the Paris municipal administration to consciously order the lamplighters to be activated—they wish that the new moon would disappear from the sky, and pray that the weather will be clear every night, so that they don’t have to start from the sky. An extra part was set aside to purchase kerosene and hire workers to light these dim street lamps.

While waiting for someone, in order not to let himself freeze here, Chopin began to diverge his thinking and divert his attention.

Several carriages passed by in a row, and he hurriedly dodged the windows of the cars that could let the sniper's sight float out, trying to reduce his sense of existence.

"Da da—"

A bouquet full of small white pompoms was delivered to the young man together with the lovely voice of a girl.Chopin, who was concentrating on avoiding his sight, was frightened by the sudden surprise, and jumped several steps back and forth like a frightened cat, so that he staggered, his center of gravity was unstable, and he almost fell down.

"Oh, Francois—"

The girl with sharp eyes and quick hands grabbed the young man's hand in an instant, stopped his backward leaning, stretched her forcefully, and wrapped his arms around his waist with the bouquet of flowers, and supported her fiancé husband in a perfect and dreamy way.

"Are you all right, François?"

The young man glanced at the girl and his clenched hand from the corner of his eye, feeling the secure arm around his waist, and the close distance again, his mind immediately went blank.

what just happened?

Is there something wrong with the character?

"Francois?"

The body was let go, the fingers were loosened, and the bunch of small flowers dangled in front of the young man's eyes again, gradually synchronizing with the dizzy light spots in his head and the light long ringing in his ears.

It wasn't until Aurora put down the bouquet and approached him with a concerned face... until Chopin suddenly realized that he seemed to be able to count the number of her eyelashes, and his wandering soul returned to his body.

The divine light focused on his pupils again, his breathing was light and short, and the hotness that came from nowhere made him complain that the coolness tonight was blown away by the strong wind.

"I'm... not bad..."

The young man who was still in shock reported his physical condition mechanically.

"Sorry, François, I didn't know you..."

"No, Aurora, I just didn't expect—I didn't expect you to 'greet' me in this way."

The relieved girl's apologetic words finally turned into meaningful vague words.

The young man was a little furious, and if he didn't change his direction, he didn't know what weird corner the topic would be taken to.

"Ah, because Francois under the streetlight is so cute... Although I saw you at a glance from a long distance, I still couldn't help but want to give you a little surprise."

The starlight seemed to gather in Aurora's eyes. In her smiling eyes, Chopin could not criticize her behavior like he blamed Liszt.

"Excuse me, with all due respect, you use 'cute' to describe a mature gentleman, it is very... disrespectful!"

The heart that had calmed down regained the momentum of clamoring again, and the Poles tried to use the indignation of righteous words to dissolve the shame on their faces.

"Do you need me to stand at attention and bow to you to apologize? If necessary, please nod your head to signal me, Francois."

"..."

What was he going to do with her?

There was nothing he could do against his dear girl.

The elbow of his right arm stretched out towards Aurora, and Chopin lowered the brim of his hat again to half cover his face.

Absolutely, don't be led away by her.

"Does that mean I'm holding you? Are you inviting me for a walk?"

"Miss, even the birds know that the night is quieter - I thought, I made such an obvious gesture, as long as I was a standard lady, I would never doubt it? My carriage is in front. I don't think you want to experience it." Feel like you can’t move an inch after getting in the car here for half a day?”

"Wow, François, so you can say such a long sentence in one breath!"

"...Shut up, little, tit, sparrow."

A young man with a straight back and a restless girl are walking on the streets late at night.All the noise outside could not affect them, and the dim street lamps stretched their shadows for a long time.

Only the sound of footsteps on the stone road echoed, their steps were in harmony, they were inseparable.

……

In the carriage, Chopin watched Aurora holding the bouquet of flowers, and from time to time bowed his head and sniffed it carefully.

Her crescent-shaped brows and eyes were full of happiness, which even made him feel happy.

"You... like it so much?"

"'Gypsophila'? Because in my lame adjective, François was able to find it exactly, and I was so surprised and happy—I liked it very much."

"'baby 'sbreath'? "The precise English pronunciation was repeated from Chopin's mouth, "This is the name you gave it?"I'm very lucky, Aurora, if you tell me this word, I really might not be able to find it. "

"My French description isn't much better either..." Aurora raised her head from the bouquet, "I'm going to bother you, François, it's not easy to find it, is it?"

The youth did not speak.

He has never paid much attention to flowers, and will spend the whole morning in the flower shop.Among the piles of flowers just picked in the morning, find her a bunch of stars in the sky.He still remembered the embarrassment that he was stained by flowers and leaves and his hands were covered with green juice when he finally found this clump of small flowers in the small paper bag he carried after going through various screenings.

This was probably when Chopin was at his least Chopin, but there was no need to tell her.

"That shows that we have a tacit understanding, and my intuition guided me to find it. Aurora, this is the first time you have successfully appeared on stage, you deserve a bouquet of flowers you like."

"If you think about it this way, I'm the accompanist today, Francois, maybe it would be better if you gave me a pink baby's breath. Because the pink baby's breath means 'an indispensable supporting role'."

He thought of her voice on the piano, her aesthetic, her understanding, her expression.

Both are charming and bright melodies.

"Then I will be thankful again, there is no pink for me to choose from in the flower shop..." Chopin's gentle voice is like the most poetic accompaniment in a nocturne, he speaks very slowly, but every word is palpitating, "Aurora, in my In my heart, I am not a supporting role, but the sound of your piano can make me ignore everything."

The young man watched with satisfaction as his bird shyly tucked its head under its wings, and the star-studded bouquet caught all the girl's expressions.

He thought that he might finally have a chance to use the word "cute" to describe her.

"Aurora, from now on...don't be a piano accompanist, okay?"

"What, what is this, a strange request?"

"I saw your performance today, the joint performance of you and that singer—" Chopin turned and leaned against the car window, staring at the night with no scenery to speak of. Looking at other people, I don't like it very much."

"Sir, Harriet is a friend, a woman, and I am firmly straight!"

He was turned around by her, and the bouquet was thrown aside. He saw her blushing face, heard her eager statement, and even forgot what he said.

"I can introduce you right away... um, François, are you, jealous?"

The tit tilted its head, and the two twitters made his ears burn.

Only then did he come to his senses, the resentful request just now was not made by a gentleman.

"No, Aurora, it's just the 'fiancé' status at work—do you want to visit a friend with me?"

What did he say? He obviously didn't mean it.

Because of this panic, Chopin once again entangled himself into a ball of yarn that could not be untied.

"Hmm, just because of my status as 'fiancée', Francois, I can't seem to refuse you?"

The brown-haired and blue-eyed Polish had no choice but to shout out Heavenly Father in his heart.

It must be that he didn't go to church regularly, and the services were all blank—otherwise, why everything was developing in the direction he expected, but nothing was right!

Hearing the ringing of the copper bell downstairs, Berlioz and Liszt raised their heads while drinking tea.

The two friends just looked at each other, and immediately understood what the other was thinking: remember someone's identity, this scene is not a play, and it must not be played badly.

Berlioz listened, and there were clear footsteps on the wooden stairs.

He put down his teacup and motioned for his wife to open the door.

Harriet was so surprised by the figure appearing in the door frame that he was speechless for a long time.She even forgot the etiquette, pointing at the visitor and searching for the pronunciation of her name in her mouth desperately.

"O, O—"

"God, I didn't expect to meet you here!"

The surprised girl embraced her new friend in an instant, unaware of the horrified expression on the other visitor's face.

"Good day, Madame Berlioz." The Pole's hat-tipping was impeccable.

"Harriet, this is my fiancé—" the girl let go of her friend, took her hand and introduced it to her with a smile.

"Xiao, Xiao—"

The sound of the hostess shaking into a sieve immediately alerted everyone in the house.

"Harriet, what do you want to say?"

"Ah, Madame Berlioz probably wanted to share the breaking news she just heard—"

Liszt hurried forward to smooth things over, trying to get away with his angelic smile.

"What news is so explosive? I've never seen Harriet look so frightened."

"Of course it is, it is... Ah, it is 'Chopin actually made a marriage contract'. This news is enough to break Paris' heart."

Aurora blinked and confirmed that there was absolutely no one in the room who knew the news. After a pause, she used her slender wings to successfully set off a storm——

"Chopin? At this time... Has he not been annulled yet?"

The author has something to say: little angels, let Aurora ask Xiao Xiao "Is Chopin engaged?" What kind of trouble is it?The thing to do is - can play Wang Bo's hand, and never throw the plane bomb! (A certain author's inner os: legs are weak. jpg, today's high, what will I do with tomorrow's chapter?)

Just... I was temporarily invited to watch a movie, so I will stop here today-I am not a fg, there are really many people in this chapter today, right?

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Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Leng Yuli, Shu Huangzhong, Hyacinth, kinkolin 1;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: Tsing Yi Xingjiu Pengdike, Pumpkin Fish Ball