【Pilgrims】

There seems to be a timpani beating on heavy beats in Aurora's ears, cooperating with her beating heart, perfectly interpreting what is "deafening".

Bach's Fugue [1] Ah!

Before rushing over, Aurora, who was suffering behind the flowers, had almost planned all the steps of persuasion in her mind.Although these rules may not be the best solution at the moment, they are better than a "marriage proposal" that goes into a dead end as soon as you open your mouth.

——If you follow the original steps, even if you are rejected by the other party, you can be more tactful.In that way, she could at least be cheeky again and try hard to fight for it.

And now...

To the husband I met for the first time, I came up to propose marriage at the first sentence, but because of nervousness, I made a slip of the tongue and asked him to "marry"?

This can be regarded as giving up on oneself before putting in any effort, digging one's own grave, lying safely in the coffin, waiting to be covered with soil!

"I actually played the cadence [2] to myself... God, besides the unquestionable 'no', the other party will even think that there is something wrong with my mind."

Thinking of this indescribably terrible opening, all the pictures in Aurora's binocular field of vision seemed to have been processed by Gaussian blur.

The girl stiffly maintained the posture of holding the marriage certificate.The surroundings are extremely quiet, except for the faint chirping of insects and birds, the only sound that can be heard is the petals of roses kissing the branches and leaves when the breeze blows by.

The young man sat on the bench, like a delicate statue.I saw his beautiful lips parted slightly, but couldn't hear a single word from his throat.

"... hold your head up, miss. I thought maybe we could have a better conversation?"

The silence was as long as a century, and the soft and gentle male voice finally swept away the silence, teaching people to listen to the holy voice.

The expected rejection was not heard.

Aurora couldn't believe her ears.She slowly lowered her arms and slowly straightened herself up.

She never thought that after removing the paper that blocked her vision, she would actually see an angel——

How to describe this young man sitting quietly among the rose bushes?

If he is a painting, it must be the figure outlined with the most gentle brushstrokes, and Aurora can hardly see sharp edges in him.He may be a pearl—not a baroque [3], but a treasure in an oyster that is infinitely close to a perfect circle, but exudes a cold light.

To paint his hair, you have to pick a good pen and dip it in the most calm and introverted dark brown.The writing must be crisp, the rendering must be soft, and the hairlines must be fine and even - a soft, silky texture must be maintained.And to finish off with breaking a perfect piece of Polish amber and rubbing it into the curly ends of his hair.

Then go to burn a flawless color-changing glaze.The background color is sky blue, with a circle of ink black dripping in the middle, and then Prussian blue is used to cover the iris pattern. After the two kinds of blues are eroded and blended, his eyes are formed.Tear off the petals of the last pink petunias before the sun sets, overlap and freeze the petals with the twilight color behind it, and paste them to make his lips.

The distribution of facial features does not need to be meticulously arranged, and there is no need to deliberately modify his eyebrows, eyes and lip lines.Just take his calm expression at the moment, even in the bright sunshine, there is a fatal attraction that penetrates the back of the paper.

His tone seemed somber.

When there is silence, everything is silent.

This is probably a soul full of kindness and confusion, but because of the gentle nature, it stretches out a firmness like a pampas grass.

The inexplicable heartbeat accelerated, and Aurora felt an indescribable sense of familiarity with the young man.

"It's you?"

After a face-to-face meeting, the young man spoke out in surprise.

"Sir...do you know me?"

The girl was not sure about her memory, and asked tentatively.

"...No, I just didn't expect...you would come to see me directly."

The young man was slightly startled, and the girl's question seemed as if they had never met before, which made him a little confused.But the puzzlement only lasted for a moment, and he thoughtfully followed her train of thought to give an answer.

"If your last name is 'Woldsinska,' then I probably know who you are."

"Not only did you not expect it, I also don't know where I got the courage to propose to you face to face..."

The girl breathed a sigh of relief, almost thinking that the other party had an affair with herself.The young man's voice is very soft, which can easily teach people to relax.

"It's really rude, I actually forgot to ask my aunt for your name in advance!"

Her annoyed self-mockery made him faintly laugh after being weirdly awkward.

"I'm sorry, sir, it's my first marriage proposal—" Aurora's voice gradually weakened, as if she was reflecting, and she apologized as thinly as a mosquito, "Well, let's call this behavior a marriage proposal... I'm not proficient in business processes, please forgive me."

"It's your first marriage proposal, and you're not familiar with the business?"

The boy closed his slightly curved mouth, and was once again moved by her cute speech.But after seeing her expression of wanting to do it again, he suddenly felt a little teasing.

"Miss, do you mean... besides me, are you going to propose to anyone else?" He pretended to be hurt, and his words were full of restrained resentment, "Well, there will be a second, third time?"

"How is it possible—" She suddenly raised her head and retorted loudly, "One time is enough for this kind of experience!"

Straightforward, without thinking.

Aurora saw the young man cough apologetically, and then a faint smile faded on his face.

In an instant, all the budding roses are in full bloom at this moment.

"It's true, miss, 'this kind of experience' is enough for me once."

The young man's quick approval made Aurora blush, causing her voice to stop between her lips and teeth.

Not knowing where to put her hands and feet, she saw him pointing to the empty space beside her.

"Relax, miss, come and sit—"

"I think we can let go of this 'strange' beginning... After all, it would be a pity to miss the scenery in front of us."

The girl walked over stiffly and sat down—almost touching the edge of the other end of the bench, every cell in her was expressing tension, wishing that the chair was as long as a symphony.

Chopin suddenly discovered that he would have a day when he would be treated as a retreat in front of a lady.

It seems that every time I meet this lady, it is a completely novel experience.If I remember correctly, her name should be "Aurora".

He has seen her almost desperate, and heard her escaped new life, and now she is so lively, even if her words are amazing, they are real and interesting enough.

Chopin couldn't help but hook his lips again.

He quietly continued to listen to Feng Guanyun until she relaxed.

"I'm surprised, miss, it's not a good choice for you to 'propose' to me... It's a pity for a young and beautiful lady like you to marry me."

"After all, I can't give you an enviable social status, and even my job for a living is not rich and stable, and my body can't even maintain a full month's health—choosing me is like choosing a I can't give you much in this stagnant water."

Chopin is not a person who likes to express with words.But for the first time, he patiently and meticulously persuaded people.

"But you... will bear some misunderstandings that you shouldn't bear."

"So, you are sacrificing for me? Miss, such kindness is too noble and unnecessary."

He was surprised by her motives, and subconsciously reminded her that negative words would not hurt him at all.

"No, it's not—I think it's an insult to you if I really mean it. You don't need such hypocrisy for consolation, sir."

"I'm ashamed to say that my purpose of proposing marriage is not pure - it has nothing to do with that, you have the most precious thing I want..."

He noticed that her expression became unnatural, and her voice gradually faded away, but he still couldn't think of anything worth seeking.

"You are desperate, what can you get from me?"

"Freedom. Sir, by signing a marriage contract with you, I can control myself."

In Chopin's eyes, Aurora is looking up at the sky at this moment, as if looking for hope in the sky.She stretched her eyebrows, and then met his eyes firmly, without the slightest dodge.

The young man heard the girl say the most incredible words:

"Sir, I can assure you—no, I can even sign an agreement with you, and when I use you to break away from 'Vordsinska', you can break off the engagement with me at any time for any reason, and you don't have to worry about affect your reputation."

"During this period, I am willing to assume the obligations of a fiancee, but I can only give you company and care, just like a close friend. I will never turn my back on you before this relationship ends, and the right to stop is always yours hands."

"I don't interfere with your life and communication, you can even hide everything about me from your friends, until you have someone you like, we can stop at any time - you can take half of the dowry they gave me."

Everywhere is protecting his interests, which sounds more like a sacrifice without hesitation.

Only then did Chopin realize later: the girl who proposed to him seemed unable to coincide with any woman he had come into contact with before.

"Miss, your conditions are too tempting - if you skip me, I think there will be a lot of people willing?"

"Did you forget? Only you, there will be no second time. You have exhausted all my courage, and only you can let me go to Paris legally."

He was dumb, and avoided looking at each other to say it, but those pleading eyes could not be lingered.

Surprised, she reminded him that this was the only impulse, and brought out a key word.

"Paris? Why Paris?"

"Because of Chopin—"

Although he wondered why Paris had such a fanatical attraction to Aurora, Chopin never expected to hear his surname here.

As if the impact wasn't enough, all the brilliant light melted into her eyes.

The roses in full bloom turn this moment into poetry.

"Sir, I want to go on a pilgrimage."

In an instant, his heart seemed to be vibrated with fff[4] force by a certain Hungarian.

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