And Chopin's days of playing the wind spectrum month

[The first day of official cohabitation]

A good night's sleep.

As much as he hates to admit it, Chopin swears that for the first time since he left Poland, far from his native land, he felt a soul-calming sense of security from falling asleep to waking up.

I opened my eyes naturally, the sun was jumping behind the heavy curtains, the room was still not very bright, but Chopin's heart was already sunny.

He stretched out his hand from under the quilt, the fingertips and palms were no longer pale, but the edges were made a thin pink.The young man took advantage of the opportunity to raise his arms high, and simply stretched his waist. He heard the slight sound of the bones in his body, and slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

This sleep was so comfortable that I didn't want to get up at all.

Fortunately, Chopin is not a person who is greedy for the warmth of the bed. He only stayed for a moment before giving up the softness of the bed.The young man went to the window and drew back a short curtain.Downstairs on the avenue facing the street, although he has watched the just right excitement in the morning countless times, but now he is not interested.

Perhaps, in a different environment, no longer alone, the state of mind will be completely different.

Today is the first morning when Chopin moved into No. 38 Anting Street.According to Aurora, this is their first day of formal cohabitation.

The mood was the same as the weather, and the young man happily opened all the curtains.The sun rushed in, lighting up the whole room in an instant.

I would like to thank Ms. Pettit for the recuperation package yesterday, which allowed his body to recover its vitality in just one day.The elder's cooking skills are really impeccable, even the bland soup can be made extra delicious.

Thinking of yesterday's confrontation with his fiancée's guardian, Chopin, who was standing by the window, turned his eyes to the counter on one side.

It contained his marriage contract—the one he proposed to hand in, but unfortunately, he didn't send it out.

"There is no need to hand over the contract to me. Our respective positions have been exposed, Chopin, I believe in your character."

Chopin still remembers that when he went to Pettit in private, the other party rejected his words.

Although the words were simple and light, the elder looked at him with profound meaning.

The young man buttoned up his collar and didn't think about anything else.

The most important thing right now is how to achieve expectations within a month.

Are you sure what Aurora wants?

Chopin couldn't help sighing, not knowing whether to be optimistic or pessimistic.For a period of one month, you can neither expose yourself voluntarily, but also get the qualification to hold hands with Aurora...

It's not difficult, it's simple but it's not easy.

The strange noise from the door interrupted the young man's meditation, he took a few steps closer, his brows and eyes widened.

The sound of knocking on the door cautiously was like a kitten scratching its claws. If it weren't for his excellent hearing, it would be difficult to detect it based on the sound of the breeze blowing willows from the outsider.

"Francois, are you, awake,?"

Chopin leaned his ear against the door, a smile involuntarily occupied his face.

I can't describe the wonderfulness of this moment, it's as magical as Mozart's variations, changing instantly and naturally, full of aura and full of joy.

He suddenly opened the door at will, and saw the girl who was about to stick on her door and made a print on the spot.

Ignoring the glow on her face, the young man didn't let go of the handle, but leaned slightly, imitating how she spoke just now.

"Aurora, I, early, already, woke up."

"..."

The girl blushed and stood with her hands behind her back.She stubbornly chose not to run away, and used those beautiful amber pairs to accuse him bitterly.

The young man didn't speak, he just admired the scenery that only he could see, and with the movement of her eyes, the lake in his heart also felt the wind.

"you……"

"I just wanted to see if you were still around - silly as it is, but I just wanted to see."

He watched her pinch the hem of her nightgown, and only then realized that according to etiquette standards, he would not open the door so impulsively.

She didn't give him a chance to retreat, she stood on tiptoe, as if she would jump into the deep blue under his eyes in the next second.

"As soon as I think of it, I can say good morning to you personally... François, I am so happy that I can't control it."

The hand holding the doorknob suddenly loosened, and Chopin seemed to be surrounded by sweet hymns.

He had never been able to resist Aurora's straightforward emotions, they always delighted him, intoxicated him.The Poles, who have always been rational, also worry that they will lose control due to the overflow of emotions in their hearts and make impossible actions for him.

"Good morning, Aurora." His only rationality was enough for him to respond to her with this greeting calmly.

"Good morning, Francois." Her trembling voice seemed to vent all her courage, and the frequency of her heartbeat could almost be heard in those trills.

Aurora dropped a round, glowing little stone into the lake of his heart.

Chopin's emotions controlled by rationality were gapped by ripples, and something different was awakened.

His eyes were as deep as the sea, jokingly using his eyes as a cage to lock her firmly.

He picked up a strand of hair hanging from her ear, and played a melody that bewitched all living beings in her ear: "Aurora, you are still here because you miss me... give you a good morning kiss?"

Her pupils dilated slightly, as if hearing something earth-shattering, she took a small step back in shock, and the black hair slipped away from his fingertips.He seemed to be a different person, with a dangerous atmosphere all over his body, but he always tempted others to fly to the flame.

This was the first time in many days that she had finally discovered his hidden side.It shows that the distance between them should be one step closer.Thinking of this, she retracted her retreating foot.

The drop of his fingertips made Chopin feel a little lost, but before he could change his mood, he was dragged by the girl's neckline and forced to bow his head.

A kiss like a gust of wind passing by, breaks up at the touch of a finger.The touch belonging to Aurora's lips, the damp heat on his cheeks, and the rich breath, all together blew the depth in his eyes into the sea sky after the storm.

The young man who was clean and without a trace of cloudiness just froze in place like this, all the alluring aura was just a dream.

He saw the girl holding her head high, pretending to be high-spirited and bluffing.

"It's clear that I'm here to kiss you good morning, and to comfort the sick Francois."

The chickadee seemed to realize what it had done, fluttered its wings in panic, and was about to fly away immediately.

For the sweet fruit delivered to the door, the hedgehog always brings it into the house.

"stop."

The sound flowed down from a high place, turning the heartbeat of the little bird into a series of pauses.The young man wrapped his arms around the girl who was about to run away, and pulled her into his arms.

The ten fingers of her hands rested on his forearms, and through the fabric, he found that her steady hands on the piano were like hammered snare drum heads.She was always like this, on the one hand she was so strong that he was fascinated, on the other hand she was so shy that it made him smile.

It was only then that Chopin discovered that he was also a person with bad tastes, and it turned out that bullying someone he liked was such a pleasant intimacy.

"Aurora, you gave me a good morning kiss, how can you not get a reward?"

Slowly moving down, gently leaving the imprint on her forehead, feeling satisfied that she has transformed into a lovely statuette in his arms.

"Okay, the ceremony is over, maybe you'd like to change your clothes and invite me to have breakfast together?"

Unable to hide a chuckle, a cloud of fireworks exploded in the girl's heart directly along the girl's ears.As soon as he let go of his arms, she rushed into the door like a rabbit and slammed the door shut.

The empty corridor became silent for an instant, and Chopin looked at his palms, feeling a sense of guilt.

He closed the door, threw himself into the softness of the bed, covered his eyes with his arms, and the late gasps began to give him sweet torment along with his artificial heartbeat.

zal——

Her gentle touch is on her face, her shy face is in front of her eyes, and her faint fragrance is on her arms...

He thought of his bold, irrational behavior just now.

"It's... too bad."

Chopin squeezed the quilt tightly under his hand.Shame, indignation and joy, remorse and excitement, his complicated heart tore his calm, self-restrained, rational self-cognition to pieces.

"Aurora, it turns out that waking up and being greeted with 'good morning' is such a happy thing..."

Admit it—

What reason is there for a person who is in love?

After Aurora closed the door, she leaned against the door and limp on the ground.

She propped herself on the floor with one hand and covered her face with the other.His legs were so weak that he couldn't stand up at all.The red glow on his face seemed to light up even the palm of his hand.

Molested instead of being molested, it must be her.

Alas, no, no, obviously she didn't go there for flirting.She was just very friendly, went to see if her cohabiting partner was awake, and simply said hello-it was the fault of some bastard for making such a mess.

Francois, how can you be like this...

What about being a gentleman, what about being elegant and polite, what was that all about just now!

A little strength was recovered in her legs, and Aurora felt her limbs recovered. She propped herself off the floor, got up in embarrassment, and flew onto the bed.

The girl rolled over the quilt, hiding herself in the softness like a quail.If it wasn't enough, she raised her small fist and hammered the quilt a few more times.

"It's... too bad."

From the snow-white clouds on the bed, there was a whimper like a kitten.

Aurora didn't blush for her behavior - she had a crush on someone, so what's there to be shy about meeting him a few times?What caught her off guard came from that person's counterattack.

The girl finally raised her head from under the quilt, revealing only her eyes that were already flooded with sparkling light.

She seemed to be unable to dominate the relationship between them as she wished.That person seems to have noticed something, hasn't he always regarded himself as his fiancé?She thought it was safe enough, and slowly turned those likings into things that moisten things silently... Although it is very good to be in love with each other, but——Francois is like that, how will she take the trick.

The girl rolled over the quilt and began to roll on the bed.

After all, Aurora, who has been single for 22 years, really doesn't know how to deal with her sweetheart who has a sudden change in style.It was like improvising with four hands on the piano. The other party's sudden change of rhythm made her unable to catch up with his melody in an instant.

Aurora, who was paralyzed on the bed, held her chest and gasped.

Touching her forehead with her fingertips, the pink color that had just faded from her face came out again.Mr. Fiance seems to like to kiss her forehead very much, he can even kiss so restrained, it seems that he has no taste of love at all, but he defeated her with words.

"I don't regret it... go and say good morning to you."

From now on, I will say good morning to you every day.

Because the thought of seeing you at the first sight of a new day makes me happy from the moment I wake up.

……

"Aurora, François, are you going to let me help the waifs in Paris? Breakfast, my lady and sir, what are you dawdling about upstairs!"

"Mum, I'm sorry, I'll be right down—"

"Ma'am, I'm sorry, I lay down a little longer—"

The author has something to say: explain.

When Aurora traveled through time and space, in order to perfectly connect with Aurora, she returned to her 18-year-old body after time travel.

Her crossing was not completed on the carriage, but after Chopin rescued Aurora who was about to commit suicide, after Aurora said "Sir, I will repay you" and fell asleep, Chopin covered her with a coat and hid her because of the voice The exchange was completed in an instant.

The chances of these two people are very similar. It can be said that Miss Ou is replacing her previous life.

Because of meeting Chopin, she and her destiny are different.

Thanks to the little angels who cast mines: Ah Yuanua, Yuyu Yuyu, Qu Naigui, Ning Jun, Hyacinth 1;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 29 bottles of moyuan; 10 bottles of Zhao Junjun and Shui Gululu; 5 bottles; 1 bottle of Moon Dyeing Feather.