And Chopin's days of playing the wind spectrum month

【his secret】

"Yes, big deal, I will raise him."

Aurora's answer echoed clearly in the air like the bells on the bell tower.

Petit was suddenly speechless, and there was a faint glint of water in her eyes.This is the first time she has seen such a stubborn lady in 18 years.

No, maybe, from the moment she took Aurora to Dresden, everything went in an uncontrollable direction.Just like the passing of the master and wife, you can cherish it, but you can never go back to the past.

"Sorry, Mammy, I shouldn't have talked to you like that."

Petit was surrounded by a warm and gentle hug, and her eyes were reddish in a place where Aurora could not see.She didn't know if it was because she was older that she could not stand being wronged more. Disobedient young ladies could always touch her anger, but easily softened her heart.

"Nurse, you are resting downstairs, I will clean up Francois' room.

"I figured it out, that's what I should do. No matter what's waiting for me, I'm not afraid.

"Because you and him are my courage. I can't ignore you."

Only Aurora, who is soft and coquettish and sincerely apologetic, can give Petit the illusion that he is reliving the past.

It was already different.

When Aurora escaped from the chains of death and opened her eyes, Petit knew that "they" were different.Even though she still uses the same little tricks as in the past, she is more determined and confident than the young lady in memory, and never compromises easily.

For a long time, the only one who was stuck in the dream and didn't want to wake up was probably himself.

"Have you really thought it through, Aurora?"

"Yes, Mammy. We will be better every day than we were yesterday."

The hope in Qingyue's voice is really yearning.The elder patted the girl on the back, closed his eyes and gently responded to her, then ended the hug.

Petit tidied up her expression and turned back into the teaching nun, but no longer objected to Aurora's decision.

"Then move your legs, Aurora, why are you still dawdling here, and do what you should do."

"!"

Petit, who suddenly became solemn, commanded Aurora's actions sharply.The girl accepted it as soon as she saw it, saluted with a blink of an eye, and then flew upstairs.

After a while, the eyes of the elder fell straight to the sofa like a sharp sword, and a certain young man was stimulated to try to straighten up, reliving the chill that had long since disappeared.

"Mr. François Pisson, I made you laugh. It's just that the child made such a big decision without saying hello to me at the beginning-please allow the mean old man to vent her inner feelings Surprised. Good day, I wish you a speedy recovery here, and I will prepare tea for you."

"..."

Chopin is very regretful now, why he lost his brain early in the morning.

Maybe he just woke up from the pain, or maybe the experience at No. 5 Jingjing Street has exceeded his cognition, so that he was ignorant and the whole world was in a state of dizziness, but he was easily killed by his fiancée. Take away.

It tastes like sugar on the outside, but it may be wrapped in poison; the siren's singing is sweet, but once addicted, you will lose yourself forever.

The temptation of the small tit can "make" the hedgehog slip and roll down the hillside like a ball.

Now that there is no one in the living room except him, the lonely Mr. Chopin shivered a little.He hugged himself, and carefully moved a few inches towards the sun.Paired with his pale face just recovering from a serious illness, he looked harmless, well-behaved and pitiful.

The sunlight projected to the side of the sofa through the floor-to-ceiling windows finally made him feel the warmth again.The young man put down his arms, relaxed his body, and began to mobilize his dull thinking, reviewing the conversation between Aurora and Petit just now.

A helpless sigh, the duration of a whole note.

Chopin looked at his fingers, except for the thin calluses left by playing the piano and composing for many years, there were almost no other traces on these hands—perhaps it is not an exaggeration to say that they are pampered hands.How did the two of them see that they may be in financial difficulties and need care and support?

The young man thinks that he is quite diligent in his work. Whether it is teaching or composing music, he can definitely be called conscientious.If it weren't for health reasons and healthy competition with his peers, Chopin could even arrange teaching classes for a whole year-you know, relying on the income from piano teaching alone, he is enough to be among the wealthy class in Paris.

The only doubtful point is probably the speed of his composition.

Chopin liked to revise manuscripts too much, and sometimes he would even revise them and revert back to the first edition, which seriously delayed his completion of a work.

There is no way, he is not allowed to deliver things that he doesn't even approve of - but he has always chosen to fight on multiple fronts, even if the starting time is different and the process is long, every once in a while, he always has a finished product that can be packaged and sold.

Although he has to bargain with the publisher, the young man is not satisfied with his remuneration—well, he is still dissatisfied. Any composer thinks that the publisher is a bunch of bloodsuckers, but he has to give up his efforts—at least his I didn't lie to Aurora, his salary is really not low.

So, Aurora, if you think too much, I really don't need you to support me.

Conversely, a small tit is adding a mother bird, which I can afford.

mother bird...

The smile that had just appeared on the corner of Chopin's mouth turned into sadness again.Remembering the gaze Ms. Pettit had cast on him just now, he clasped his hands and placed them on his knees, closing his eyes and recalling the conversation that he still had a vague impression of.

Aurora, what your nanny is worried about is not a simple economic issue.

She was just being led away from the conversation by you, and even found a feasible reason for you when you continued to insist.

Chopin suddenly realized a serious problem. He really underestimated the temptation of Miss Titmouse. She was irresistible to himself in his illness. The feeling of holding his hand.

The young man supported his forehead dejectedly, and his head began to ache again.Confession could no longer save him, he actually ignored etiquette and dogma, just sat in Aurora's house like this, and soon, he was going to live with her.

The girl and the 26-year-old man live together.

zal!

The age gap alone is enough to make people blush-not to mention how to live with her without going to church and filling out the marriage registration form?This will bring criticism to her...

Chopin now understood why Petit looked at him with frosty eyes.

No one wants to let their own treasures be wronged, let alone that man who doesn't know the basics, was led back home by a pure angel.

It's impossible for him to have the heart to hurt her, even if it's a trivial incident caused by him, he can't.

If they can't confirm each other in a short time, it is indeed better to separate according to the excuse given by the elder, and take it slowly.

By the time Chopin used his long-lost sharp mind to figure out these ins and outs, he had already made a decision.

The interrupted truth may be told to another person first to show sincerity.

……

"Mr. Bisong, drink water. You are still sick. Tea and coffee may not be suitable. Please forgive me. I have prepared warm water for you."

The tea tray was placed on the low table in front of him, Petit lifted the small teapot expressionlessly, and brewed half a cup of white water in a matching glass.

The warm water vapor covered the inner wall of the cup in a short while, and a little white smoke billowed from the mouth of the cup.Chopin touched it with his hand, he had received the alienation from the other party, and he fully accepted this kind of treatment, so he only nodded to express his gratitude without saying too much.

"In addition, sir, please forgive my child's rash temper. You come here in such thin clothes, and you are not afraid of the cold wind that will startle you and aggravate your illness...

"Put it on, sir, at least this dress will keep you warmer than the weak sunlight."

Chopin was stunned, he couldn't understand the effect of Petit's embellishments in the whole movement.

There is something in the other party's words. When you are not sure, read it first and don't draw conclusions.

With a slight smile on the corner of the elder's mouth, she gracefully placed the folded coat beside her on her arms and handed it to him.

After the young man took it, he shook it away and froze in place.

This is a men's jacket of the highest quality in material and workmanship.The owner of the clothes must cherish it very much, even if it has traces of long-term use, it is very shallow.Because it is a favorite and is often used, it is especially cherished.

It, style and material selection, definitely belongs to a discerning young man.

Chopin's blue eyes were full of complexity, he seemed to instantly understand Petit's ambiguous words just now, and even guessed what she would mention next.

This lady really didn't want Aurora to get involved with him any deeper - but he respected her behavior, which was more straightforward than the petty tricks of the Waldshinski family, but much more real and lovely.

"This dress……"

He cooperatively asked the question that the other party was expecting, and looked at the light shining in the elder's eyes indifferently.

"I'm sorry, sir, please forgive me for being too old to do something wrong in a hurry... How can I show you this dress...

"It was left by a very important person in Aurora, so important that he could leave her clothes. I mean, do you understand?"

Pettit sighed, vividly interpreting what is meant by a guilty and respectable smile.

After hearing this, Chopin was stunned for a moment, his lips twisted unnaturally.

He didn't follow her expectations, and innocently replied like an unreasonable fool: "So, ma'am, what do you want to say to me?"

She stood up, spread the dress from his hands, put it on him, and said condescendingly: "Stay away from Aurora, sir, I object to her belittling herself like this, I hate you——everything has changed since I met you." changed!"

The angel's smile fell on the young man's face again.

Chopin didn't speak, he picked up the water glass and took a sip calmly.

"Have you... talked to Aurora about this topic, have you heard her inner voice, ma'am? I don't think you have communicated about it, so ma'am, I won't stay away from her, as long as she Didn't say no to me."

"You don't care about the ownership of this dress at all, don't you care about her past, François Pisson?"

"I don't care, Ms. Pettit, Aurora is Aurora to me, I see her as she is now, it has nothing to do with her past - if she will share them with me, even if it will Make me sorry, make me jealous, and I'll listen to her more than anyone else. I trust her, ma'am, so I don't doubt everything she reveals to me."

"So, this dress... Heh, it turns out that I thought too narrowly of you."

Pettit fell down on the sofa resigned to her fate, holding her face in her hands, full of frustration.

Chopin put back the water glass in his hand, rolled up his clothes and smiled.

"No, ma'am, I'm indeed a very jealous person. When I think of another man who can leave her the coat, I will really leave in shame-but if that man is me, who do you want me to be jealous of?" ?”

"You, you are the one—"

The sun is behind the young man, painting him with a golden halo.

The images reflected in the eyes of the elders are like the stained glass paintings on the church windows.

"Yes ma'am, on the way to Dresden, I met Aurora for the first time at an unknown lake. I left this dress on her when she was sleeping. Until you bring someone to find her , I just left..." Chopin nodded slightly, gently stroking the coat that had returned to him with his fingertips, "Who would have thought that I was just showing kindness once, and couldn't bear to see a girl die in a cold lake. God praised me , sent me an angel."

"you……"

"Ma'am, you must want to ask if the initials embroidered on the inside of the left chest of this dress are? There are so many small flowers on it, and it looks like it was made by a woman - she is my mother, and I have no love debts on me. She was the face she gave me before I came to Paris. As for the abbreviation..."

Chopin buttoned up the buttons, sat upright, and the clothes fit him snugly without any disobedience.

God destined that he should tell his secret today, but he should not tell another person who is closely related to Aurora first.

"fc is short for Friederik Chopin, and I'm him—yes, the Polish pianist Aurora talks about so often. 'François' is my middle name, 'Francišek' ' in French, and as for Pison...it's a variant of 'Chopin', the pen name I used to use when I was young.

"Ms. Pettit, please continue to hate me - because I am destined to take your treasure.

"I like Aurora, and I want to marry her."

The author has something to say: Didn’t I confirm my request for leave yesterday?

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I've had a good rest, and from tomorrow onwards, the day shift should be back.

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Fengqing 1;

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Ning Jun 2; Hyacinth, Yue Lingyu, Eris, Leng Yuli, Xia Kongjing, kinkolin, samantha, Yuyu Yuyu, Shuiyan 1;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：知梦50瓶；阿诺德41瓶；北子极、厄里斯30瓶；samantha、歌达、烈妄欢、冷钰黎栊10瓶；千水无痕5瓶；睿睿睿！4瓶；琴酒gin1瓶。