And Chopin's days of playing the wind spectrum month

【Answer】

The sound produced by the last key stroke of the piano, until it dissipates in the air, does not wait for the next note.

The young man froze in front of the piano, his arms were still there, his fingers were in the posture of wanting to press the keys, but he was still refusing to let go.

"Francois, let's get married."

Aurora knew that her sudden confession probably shattered Francois' cognition once again.

The brown-haired young man in front of him was absolutely astonished by who he was talking to and what he was talking about—just like the first time she met him, in the bush of roses blooming in the back garden of Vodshinski’s house, Her first words to him, who was still a stranger, were "please be my fiancé".

The girl still remembered that she had waited for a long time for his response.

The immature piano playing stopped completely.

The little star that shines leaves only an afterglow.

Just like a chess player caught in a long exam in front of the chessboard, the ticking of time seems to be heard in the ear, and the silent waiting gradually makes people feel uneasy.Aurora seemed to return to the rose garden again, and the aroma of red flowers could be heard clearly at the tip of her nose, and she returned to the state of mind at that time again.

I just don't know what kind of answer Francois will give her this time.

The rustling of clothes.

Aurora watched as he withdrew his hand and covered his mouth.She didn't dare to move, didn't dare to check Francois' expression.

Even though she was sitting so close to him, she only dared to stare at the gaps between the white keys of the piano at this moment, and she could only see the sunlight grating across his forehead, nose, and back of his hands from the corner of her eye.In the heartbeat of waiting for the verdict, his face was blurred.

She once thought that waiting for the results of the Chopin International Piano Competition to be announced would be the most torturous moment for her.I don't want to, the experience this man brought her is probably ten times more than that at that time.

This is François' nature, and Aurora understands him perfectly.

He is cautious by nature, he will not draw conclusions easily, and he does not like to impose his views on others, preferring to express himself with hints.

But she doesn't regret it.

Let's get married.

Although it came from impulsiveness, it was definitely not a proposal that Aurora regretted after being impulsive.

The sand in the hourglass kept falling for as long as it seemed to make a Sahara with those gravel.

The gap between the white keys seemed to be infinitely enlarged before her eyes, and Aurora only felt that the black was occupying her field of vision.

The piano lid is gently lowered and the lid fits into the body.The wood joined together, making a slight sound, enough to pull the girl out of her world.

She heard the stirring voices around her, raised her head slightly, and saw that the young man had already got up.

Francois offered her his right hand.

Aurora was slightly stunned, as if countless sunshine were pouring down from his head.

"Let's go for a walk, Aurora."

The river wind blows.

The Seine River divides Paris into two, and the scenery on both sides is completely different.The aroma of left bank coffee floats along the wind, and the roasted beans are mixed with the smell of wood fruit and charcoal fire, which makes the river wind also intoxicated.

Apart from the bridge that connects the two different worlds, there is probably only coffee that has never faded since its rise.

Francois did not give her a definite answer.

Aurora couldn't figure out why he still asked her out for a walk under such circumstances.

It seems that the sentence has been postponed, or the other party is evading, or even doesn't want to answer this question at all.

He was so rational that she couldn't resist it.

It seems like an open ending, but also like a response that is far away.There is no rejection, no affirmation, as if nothing happened, and we still move forward side by side as usual.

Aurora decided not to dwell on the answer.

It was originally something she had thought up on the spur of the moment. Marriage is not like signing a marriage contract. Once you agree to it, you have to put it into action.She didn't confirm Francois' intentions, so how could she expect him to give an answer right away?

Perhaps such reprieve is the best answer.Treat everything as an illusion and continue the usual relationship without getting hurt or embarrassed.

She began to relax, put all the current complexities and recent worries on the river wind, and went to Jiuxiao with a coffee-brown breath.

Happiness is very simple, as long as you stay with the person you like, no matter what you do is fine.

"Aurora, I like walking very much. I like the feeling of emptying myself, temporarily forgetting the things that bind me... I only use my feet to feel walking, my eyes to see the world, and my ears to listen to my heart.

"I enjoy this kind of tranquility very much. After I calm down, I can see everything more clearly.

"I think you can feel it too."

In the long silence, Francois finally opened his mouth and magically spoke a long sentence.

These cloudy words and sentences are full of unique hints of youth.Although Aurora knew that there must be something in it, but recalling that their last conversation fell on marriage, she was not sure about the connection between the two for a while.

"Well, it's really nice to be walking next to you. François, I thought, because of this wonderful experience, I can also add walking to my schedule?"

"So have you calmed down, Aurora?"

"Calm? Francois, you're talking about me—I understand what you mean, so I've leaked so much recently... Are you caring about me?"

"You haven't been happy these two days. So I'll play the piano for you and take you out for a walk."

The girl's footsteps gradually slowed down, and the young man seemed to have omitted the last question, but in fact, his words were the answer to the question.

Because you care, you will care; because you care, you will act.

Aurora's heartbeat seemed to revive again.

François is very slow, you need to dig slowly, you need to give him time.She happened to have enough time, enough to wait for him to prepare an answer.

"Aurora, have you temporarily forgotten everything that troubled you?"

"If you don't mention . . . François, I can't think of it at all."

Seeing the young man stop, she turned around slowly.

The river wind blew the bangs on his forehead, blowing his golden brown hair into waves, and his bright blue eyes shattered all the light of the sky. He simply stood there, making people unable to contain the throbbing in his heart.

Bang, bang, bang.

Heartbeat begins to perform accented embellishments.

"Forget about my playing, forget about me walking with you..."

"Francois?"

"Aurora, do as I say—now, can you still say that to me?"

Before the girl closed her eyes and meditated, the last thing she saw was the patient eyes of the young man.

She took a deep breath and, as he asked, forgot everything she had experienced.

"Francois... let's get married."

She opened her eyes, looking at him.

The words can be spoken again, but she can't hide the shyness of her daughter's family when she confides in person.

"My God...this is really—"

Aurora's eyes were covered by Francois.Her eyelids could clearly feel the trembling of that hand, and her ears could clearly hear the waves in his voice.

The girl put her hands on the young man's arm and pulled it three times before letting him let it go.

The light returned to her eyes, and she saw him tilt his head awkwardly, trying to hide his expression from her.But thanks to the sudden river wind and the corners of his mouth that couldn't be suppressed at all, she thought she shouldn't be dazzled, and that should be an expression of joy.

"You...why...you think so..."

His voice was broken into sparkling waves on the Seine River by the unstable breath in the wind, which made her heart soften, her eyebrows and eyes bent into the shape of a small boat, floating in the stretch drawn by him.

"Because I want to be named by your surname."

She took his hand in both hands, lowered her head and only dared to look at his nails, her voice was as small as a butterfly flapping its wings.

Where Aurora couldn't see, the brilliance on Francois' body shattered to the ground, and the smile froze on his face, gradually turning into a kind of absurdity.

Joy has become a thing of the past, and the river wind with the smell of coffee is like a pair of bitter knives, cutting his exposed heart painfully.

"Francois?"

She seemed to sense that something was wrong, and the moment she raised her head, she was pulled by his wrist and dragged back to the original path.

Unlike the usual gentleness, turning his face is like flipping a book, his emotions come and go like treacherous weather, and his voice has almost no warmth.

"Aurora, I refuse."

The winter blizzard seems to have come for a long time at this moment.

"What, Aurora proposed to you, but you refused? My Fried, is there something wrong with your brain—isn't this the wish you are most looking forward to and wanting to achieve?"

Liszt, who was originally intoxicated by his friend's beautiful love story on the sofa, jumped up angrily at Chopin's manipulation.

His fingertips pointed fiercely at the Polish man who regarded the wine cabinet as his own and drank alone there, with a look of hatred.

This bastard ruined his wonderful enjoyment - swear to God, he was ready to go to the piano and play a wedding theme riff for his friend in no time.This kind of similarity came to the end, and it was forcibly distorted into a tragic story. I really wish I could call Hugo directly, and teach this Polish man how to write a real tragedy.

Alas, no, he was so pissed off—how could he have watched the Pole and his bird achieve tragedy?It's all the fault of this awkward bastard, he might start to be sensitive again, and then get angry with himself.

Liszt snatched the wine bottle and glass. He glanced at Chopin, who was in a bad mood, and forcefully threw them into the wine cabinet and locked them up.

He put the key in his jacket pocket in front of him, and the Poles took it by themselves if they could.

"Isn't she your love? Oh, you reject your home, and then vent your dissatisfaction with me...Sir, do you want me to hire you a carriage and pack you in front of her, and you two can explain it face to face?

"You lost your temper with someone without saying a word—oh, thank you for remembering that you liked her, and that you were sensible enough not to turn against her and say nonsense that made people want to kick you out...

"Stop complaining about yourself there, Fried, and apologize properly, you can still be saved."

Liszt sighed, and sat opposite Chopin, ready to sort out the heart of the Polish more complicated than a symphony.

"No, Franz, you don't understand... If the marriage is not because of love, what's the point of wanting it-anyway, it's because of the surname, I might be replaced, right?"

"Please be clear, I don't understand your charades."

"I want to calm down. Since you don't want to share drinks with me, I'll find it myself."

Before Liszt could react, Chopin took an invitation letter from his piano and slipped out the door.

The Hungarian swore he had never seen the Poles flee so quickly.

asshole.

Liszt pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling a little headache.He glanced at the piano, and there seemed to be a small ball of paper on it.

"Fried, haven't you comforted Aurora yet? The rumors in the theater became more and more fierce today, and she even told me that the surname Waldshinski was a sin.

I gave her a holiday, you can accompany her well.

Harriet. "

Well, he knew why.

A love story that was sweet enough to be cloying, but it was misinterpreted preconceived in the complex Polish heart—Stupid Friedrich Chopin, how can your fiancée not like you, she likes you too much.

Oh, let him visit that poor bird.

The last thing Chopin wanted Aurora to see, he was more than happy to take her to tear off his disguise.