And Chopin's days of playing the wind spectrum month

【Wind and Prophecy】

This was the quietest breakfast Aurora had ever had.

I can't forget that just after finishing the mental construction, when I plucked up the courage to open the door, I found that François was also fully dressed and standing in the middle of the door frame, and when he wanted to go to the bathroom, Aurora almost experienced another earthquake in his heart.

Trembling and jumping up like an electric shock, she had to grab the doorknob hard to suppress the evasive mentality of wanting to close the door immediately.Mobilize all the rationality, so as not to recall the scene of blushing and heartbeat that happened in the corridor a few minutes ago.

Before Aurora could respond, Francois thoughtfully gave her the right to use the bathroom.

The young man stepped forward to use the downstairs room, which gave her enough time to adjust her mood again - she would never say that in order to calm herself down, the girl splashed her face with cold water Second-rate.

By the way, she learned a lot from a ditch, and because of that poor and weak heart, she completely deleted "knock on the door and say good morning" from her daily schedule.

Aurora took her own bread quietly and thoroughly, and found that the members at the table today thoroughly implemented the good quality of eating without speaking.

Originally too quiet would make people feel uncomfortable, but the silence on the dining table is strangely harmonious: there is no need to communicate, Petit will pour milk or coffee for them in a timely and appropriate amount; Aurora is responsible for distributing the bread, the portion It's also just right; Françoise is in charge of all kinds of jams and condensed milk. Whoever needs it, with just one look, he will push the needed things to the center accurately.

Those who didn't know, thought that the three of them had lived together for a long time.

It's been so long that there is only one breakfast, and they all cooperate so tacitly.

After drinking the last sip of milk, Aurora was completely full.

She put away her tableware, and decided that future greetings should be placed on the dining table behind the tea bag.

"Good morning, Mammy. Good morning, François. It's a beautiful morning because of you.

"I'm going to the opera house this afternoon. Harriet has received a new play, and I need to familiarize myself with her, but I will definitely not miss dinner at home—if there is no accident. By the way, Mammy, at noon today Do you want me to make lunch with you?"

As usual, Aurora informed her family of her arrangements for the day in advance.Since establishing a cooperative relationship with the opera house, she no longer stays at home for a long time without moving, and reports the itinerary to Petit every day, which is also convenient for the other party to manage family affairs.

"Good morning, Aurora. Good morning... François - since you already live here, sir, it may not be appropriate to call you by your last name. Don't be nervous, this is just our daily routine, wait for me After speaking, you are welcome to join.

"Today is the weekend, and I won't go out for a long time except for shopping... So Aurora, you don't have to worry about lunch. After all, Francois is recuperating here, you just need to let him keep a healthy and happy mood and recover quickly —Speaking of lunch, François, do you have any taboos or preferences?"

Pettit conjured up a little notebook and picked up a scrap of pencil, ready to take notes.Her rigor and etiquette will never be forgotten.

"Good morning, Aurora. Good morning, Petit... Ms. I don't seem to be picky when I eat your craft in France?"

The girl watched Francois deliberate. Maybe he didn't get along with the elder much. His answer was very cautious, but he didn't reveal any useful information.

"Hey, Francois, I think you should realize one thing - you don't live alone now. If you have something you like, you must say it. Although living and dining together will mean compromise, it is also There will never be a lack of your favorite dishes on the table. I thought that the first thing to do when living together is to solve the problem of eating first?"

"I'm sorry, Aurora. Ms. Petit, I...have no experience and said something that was not frank."

The young man was thoughtful, and he sincerely apologized.The girl noticed that Mammy's expression softened a lot.

"Francois, you make me wonder how you solve the problem of eating when you are alone. Looking at that house, the kitchen is even colder than the furnishings... You, you wouldn't—"

"It's just what you think. I rarely bring home things that can be solved in restaurants, plus my work... I have enough 'entertainment'. Unless it is an emergency, even if it is a visit from friends, I am very happy. Please don't ask the landlord to help...you, what's the matter?"

The atmosphere suddenly changed, and the air was a little dignified. The keen man stopped his narration.Because the elder's eyes became sharper, she was almost leaving finger marks on the barrel of the pencil.And the girl dropped her jaw in shock at his words.

"Ha, I'm very honored now, Aurora, I'm flattered to be so appraised by Mr. Francois for my skill." Pettit threw away the notebook and pen in his hand. On the table, she smirked and raised the empty glass at hand to Francois, "I would like to pay you my respects, sir."

Oops, she seems to have lowered her fiancé's impression with Sister Petit.

The girl mobilized her thinking and quickly thought of rescue measures.

"It seems that, Francois, you are really a best-selling author... I can already figure out what kind of expenses it is just thinking about it."

"I never lied to you, Aurora, my 'remuneration' is really not low. The rent for renting this house is not much different from what I spent on catering last year. If it is not for health reasons, now I should While creating, I continue to work as a tutor..."

Aurora's heart experienced another tsunami, and she found that her mouth might not be able to close due to excessive shock today.

The abacus in my mind started to do simple calculations: the annual rent for this single-family house is about [-] francs, and the signed contract is for three years, totaling [-] francs.Taking into account the rent discount and what the fiancé said was "not much difference", François spent [-] francs on food and beverages.

Fuck his magical enemies Mozart and Salieri—

Francois, what is this "ball"?He is clearly a piyun, a giant gold-swallowing beast that is harmless to humans and animals!

Aurora really wanted to bang her head on the table on the spot.

Is it Bach, Beethoven, or Chopin?Who gave her the courage to say such nonsense as "big deal, I'll raise him" without shame?

The girl thinks about the few hundred francs she sent from the opera house—at first she was very confident to live a good life, but after seeing the level of money spent by her fiancé...Suddenly, suddenly lost the little pursuit of him I have courage.

No, being able to make money shows that Francois is very good.You have to work hard, you have to earn more francs, and you have to say you like him confidently.

"May I ask, Monsieur François, do you manage money?"

Pettit's cold and rational voice instantly dominated the direction of the whole topic, and Aurora even saw a pair of contact lenses on the bridge of her nose shining wisely.

"How much do you have in the Bank of France now? Which bank did you buy the bonds on? Or, you are still a naive young man, sitting on a hidden wealth without knowing it, relying on your ability, Regretfully squandering without giving full play to his due value?

"Oh, sir, then I feel a little pity for you. I see your potential, but I can't see stability in you—to be honest, a person like you is not the best marriage partner."

The chickadee, restored to confidence by the mother bird's sharp entry point, suddenly flaps its wings in fright.

We haven't talked about marriage yet, my nanny—how did you learn the Oriental mother-in-law without a teacher, and suddenly deviate from the question of the soul before marriage?

Chopin originally declared these personal financial information honestly and meant nothing else.At least his original intention was never to show off, maybe it was just a proof - to prove to the elders of the sweetheart he wanted to marry that he was absolutely capable of taking good care of the person he admired.

At one time he didn't think those rhetorical franc figures could prove anything.But now, apart from the signed works that can represent his own value in front of Aurora, the only things he can put on the table to prove himself are them.

The surprise he saw in Aurora's eyes made him happy.But I don't want to, in front of the wise elder, what he exposed happens to be what the other party cares about most.

Chopin could not refute, he admitted that this is not something he is good at.In the composer’s world, there are only music and pursuits, and he is not willing to waste energy on these mundane things—it is his limit to bargain with publishers.He is not the Berlioz who was devastated by Franc. It is enough for him to afford a good life within his ability and then go all out to create.

But marriage, it seems, is different.

At least Pettit hit his shortcomings very sharply. He is indeed not as far-sighted as the elder.His thinking is indeed a little simple, marriage is related to the happiness of two people, according to the previous thinking, it may not work.

In view of his poor health from time to time, he should really think more about the person who has the courage to connect with his fate.

The blue eyes flickered, and gradually became dark in thought.

Chopin secretly glanced at Pettit, and she picked up the notebook and pen again, and wrote down the names of a series of purchased items as she muttered, as if nothing had happened just now.This time the tap gave him a good direction, he just had to let her see him in action.

After all, the mother bird said that she "recognized his potential", didn't she?

His sleeve was gently tugged by the tit, Chopin turned his head and saw her racking his brains to comfort him, and the dark clouds in his heart dissipated.

"Francois, don't think too much. Mammy is just giving you advice, there is no malice.

"There's no harm in managing your money, it's an extra wow factor. I'll take the last person you want to hear from me as an example, and I think you'll want to hear it now—first swear, I never discredited me The meaning of the idol—I’m telling you secretly that because Chopin doesn’t know how to manage money, he will worry about the end of the month after the middle of the month, and sometimes, he still has to rely on Mr. Liszt’s generous banquet.”

A violent cough made Chopin almost breathless, and Aurora quickly stroked his back to help him adjust his breathing.

zal——

Who revealed this black history, tell me, I want to break up with him, absolutely!

The punishment didn't seem to stop, he heard her regret beside him:

"The ability to deal with accidents is indeed very bad. You may not believe it. I want to make a lot of money now. Another motivation is that if Chopin has an accident, I hope to pay for his tombstone so that he will not be in peace at the end. It needs to be done with borrowing.”

zal——

Did this terrible prophecy leak from the mouth of that incompetent witch?

And, my dear little tit, I can pay full price for my tombstone even if I go to God this very moment!

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