And Chopin's days of playing the wind spectrum month

【Displeasure・Consolation・Marriage Proposal】

"Have you heard?"

"What did you hear? Why, is there another incident that made people drink two more cups of tea recently?"

"You're already looking forward to picking up the little black teacup, aren't you, my friend?"

"Then please hurry up and meet my expectations, my dear?"

"About that Polish pianist Chopin, he was engaged some time ago... Now, those poor Parisian girls who cried and fainted because of the news can smile again - because of his engagement, Cancel, cancel, la."

"God, is it true?"

The people in the corridor didn't seem to want to lower their voices at all.

They turned the original private conversation directly into a public discussion, using other people's wounds as talking points, and they were even unwilling to do the last hypocritical cover-up, just wantonly spreading harm like this.

Chopin, the engagement was really divorced.

There was a dull pain in his heart, Aurora's fingers froze, and he accidentally pressed a chord with noise.

"Aurora?"

Harriet, who has been working with her friend for a long time, found that her piano accompaniment was a little absent-minded these days.This is not Aurora's previous level, but the other party has brought it with a smile every time. If she doesn't want to say it, as a friend, it's best not to be too curious.

But today, she wanted to get to the bottom of it and ask the reason for the girl's abnormality.

Before Harriet could reach Aurora's side, the chatter outside the door made her frown.She heard outside talking about Chopin and his fiancée. Their French accents were so strange that in the end the English actress only understood such words as "salon", "retirement", "poor" and "odious".

Seeing her friend lost her soul, she didn't need to ask, she already knew the reason.

Chopin.

God of Aurora.

It is also the true identity of her fiancé.

But little pitiful doesn't know the truth yet, the kind-hearted she just doesn't want others to chew Chopin's tongue.

The door was opened, and Harriet put her hips on her hips, and with a smirk on her face, she vigorously swung the two annoying sparrows away.

"Girls, this is my voice practice room. My singing voice can no longer cover your voices, please?"

"Sorry, Harriet, we're leaving now."

The rumor started at Sharon.

At first, in Mrs. Pleyel’s salon, Chopin’s reappearance aroused great outcry. The Polish pianist’s comeback performance that night was extremely sad, indignant and melancholy. Somehow, there began to be rumors that “Chopin and his fiancée had a disagreement”.

This is Paris without secrets.So far, Chopin's "emotional discord" has become "marriage breakdown".

And the person who showed up in the salon did not explain this, but only played the piano.As long as the host of any salon has the intention to find out the truth, he will leave on the spot without procrastinating.

This operation in Poland is no different from self-explosion, but it is really believed that "cancellation of engagement" is the truth.

A bunch of fools.

Harriet could only use this word to describe this group of boring humans. They never knew how precious Chopin was to his fiancée.

She also guessed that the guests in the salon were always very tight-lipped, and even these small characters in the theater came to her door to talk loudly, and someone must be behind the scenes to fuel the flames.

It's Camille Mock.

Mrs. Pleyel was protesting against her, just to prove that her sentence "Chopin has already made a marriage contract" can't change anything.

What a madwoman.

Harriet finally understood why Berlioz hated this ex so much. She was like a maggot attached to the bone, and she couldn't get rid of her no matter how hard she tried.

"Aurora, go back and rest earlier, do you want me to give you a vacation these days?"

"No, no. Harriet, we can go on..."

"Continue what, I don't want to sing today, quickly take the labor fee that my sister gave you, and go home to find your 'Mr. F'."

"Harriet, François... Forget it, it's okay. If I didn't do something good, I couldn't afford the reward. Wait for me to adjust."

The vocalist gave her piano accompanist a big hug.

"I'll wait for you. You are welcome to find me to accompany you to relax at any time."

Aurora originally thought that even if she really heard the news of Chopin's divorce, she should be able to pass it with a smile.

But she never thought that it was so lethal that it could even affect her concentration in playing the piano.

As expected, the Waldshinski family still can't see a bright future in Chopin, even if she extended the idol's short good time for a while.

Because Chopin is impossible to change.

Aurora knew this fact from the very beginning.Chopin would not have wanted to be a musician like Liszt, a figure like a leader to guide the music world.He has achieved extraordinary achievements at such a young age - not just playing, but a true composer. He is like a boy immersed in his own world, doing what he is most interested in to the extreme.

But in Wodshinski, this is not a good marriage partner.

For this declining family, if Chopin doesn't want to lead the music industry, he can't bring them power and fame; Chopin's body is not strong enough to support numerous concerts, so he can't bring them money.Two by two, Maria Woldsinska, the jewel in her father's hands, would never have been given to a pianist wandering in Paris.

Waldshinski, the culprit who voluntarily betrayed Chopin, they ruined all the beautiful imaginations of a young man about marriage.

But in the nineteenth century, such stories played out to different people every day.According to the times, this family just made the most correct choice.

What is acceptable intellectually is not emotionally acceptable.

Waldsinska, the surname appended to her name, in the wave of rumors, tied an extra boulder to the already struggling Aurora's feet.She could only sink helplessly, gradually losing her breath.

With this surname, it means that she is an accomplice.

She probably never dared to make a pilgrimage to Chopin in her life.

The increasingly desperate girl opened the door to find the brown-haired young man sitting in front of her piano.The piano cover was not opened, and he seemed to be in a daze.

After hearing the sound, Francois turned his head, his brows and eyes curved.

"You're back, Aurora. I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"I'm back, François."

Probably sand was blown into the eyes, and Aurora had the urge to burst into tears after just a simple conversation.

Like a wandering soul that suddenly found a place to stay.

……

the second time.

This was the second time that François sat at the piano with her.

Since the last heroine incident, the two of them have rarely met together.

Maybe it's because of shyness, maybe it's because of avoiding embarrassment... Anyway, after Aurora hid from her fiancé for two days, Francois was approached by busy work, and he automatically turned on the mode of disappearing from time to time without her taking the initiative.

I originally thought that living together would mean getting along day and night, but I didn't expect that after living together, there would be a distance instead.

Francois is really busy when he is busy. He has to go out to teach as a writer, and also to participate in seminars and social parties-Aurora believes that the other party has never deliberately avoided her, but she still sighs.

Be it Chopin or Francois, the nineteenth century has only its rules, and all the expectations of girls seem to be running counter to each other.

The only consolation she can have now is that her work is still on the rise.

No, there is this person.

At least there are people in the family who are waiting for her to come back besides the nanny, and it is really a good thing to be remembered by others.

"Aurora, how about I play you a tune?"

"Oh? Francois, don't you know how to play the piano?"

"I've been away for so long, so I can't find time to find someone to learn the tune? Aurora, you underestimate me."

"I'm just...too surprised. Francois, I'm already looking forward to it."

Someone is willing to learn a piece of music for himself, which is really a happy thing.

Aurora rubbed her hands, opened the piano cover cheerfully, and looked at Francois with blazing eyes.She swears that no matter what tune she hears later, no matter how he plays it, she will cherish this memory forever.

"Well, Aurora, I may have used the wrong word..."

She watched his fingers slide gently on the keys, as if he was looking for the position of the note.The innocence that belongs to beginners can be seen at a glance, but she has an illusion that his hands match the black and white keys too much - as if he should not be a writer with a pen and brush, but should be born to play the piano.

"Maybe I'm not playing, but knocking on the piano."

She was startled suddenly by his words, and before she could react, the keys of the piano were struck.

François was not lying to her, he was really playing the piano.

It was still the index finger, stretched out from the fist, and then hit the white key, then raised it high, counted the keys and dropped it again, repeating.He is like a little boy who saw the piano for the first time. After discovering that the piano can make different sounds, he enthusiastically played cute games with notes and keys on it.

The appearance of young people playing the piano may not be as good as that of the most novice beginners.He said that he went to learn the piano, but judging by his posture in playing the piano, it is completely a wrong example of being beaten and swollen by the teacher, okay?

But the girl's heart was completely healed by being fooled and unable to play foolishly again.

twinkle Twinkle Little Star.

The sky is full of little stars.

Mozart is really easy to make people feel happy and warm.

This is the first time Aurora sat in front of this piano with François, and he regretted that he could not play four hands with her, and she folded his hands to complete the simple melody.Although Mozart made twelve variations of it, the simplest one is indeed one of the most gentle melodies in the world.

innocence.

In his simple playing, she saw something more precious than gold.

Even though the timbre has no texture at all, even though the rhythm is chaotic, even though the key touches are unbalanced... But the girl was opened to her heart by it, as if she was holding a full chest of stars, illuminating the long night in her heart.

This is the first song fingerstyled for Aurora.

It has nothing to do with her surname, nothing to do with where she came from and her way back, it's just a song for this girl who exists in front of her eyes.

She doesn't seem to be struggling with the surname that has troubled her for a long time.

If you don't like it, replace it.If you like it, replace it too.

"You finally smiled. My piano can make you happy, I feel very happy."

The fragrance of the apples from the Garden of Eden exuded on the tree, and Aurora seemed to be standing under the tree, as if she could reap the best expectations as long as she stretched out her hand.

"Francois, let's get married."