And Chopin's days of playing the wind spectrum month

【Please see me clearly in this kiss】

"You, you..."

The man and woman in front of Marquis Justin definitely had a not simple relationship.After a major earthquake in his ideal country, all the vanity of his dreams collapsed into ruins, causing him to stagger backwards vainly.

In a trance, the Marquis found that the sky-blue colored glaze he had been thinking about day and night had never left this girl since the moment she appeared.

This reserved and aloof Pole has never pursued a... woman with such an undisguised gaze.

The loss of control that overflowed from Chopin's bones smeared on every inch of his bare skin.The skin that was originally too fair due to the erosion of illness and melancholy, under the influence of the youth's never-shown love desire, made even his hair have a seductive sense of temptation.

Mr. Poland was less than two or three steps away from him, and the obedient expression on his charming face made people feel numb all over.

But Marquis Justin's heart has never been so cold, the cold winter wind blew out all hopes.He saw that the distance was close at hand, but there was actually a gap that could never be crossed.

Chopin already belongs.

"His marriage has already been blown up" - a drunken remark from Berlioz, perhaps because it met his inner expectations, the Marquis happily recognized it as the truth.Coupled with the information spread from a certain kind, he was even more convinced.

The news of Chopin's dissolution of engagement was vaguely spread in the salon, and he watched the pianist behind the scenes without arguing - the more he suffered, the more Gusting secretly rejoiced, because he was one step closer to getting him.

Now it seems that everything he did was a joke.

That woman would be the same joke as he was.

Marquis Justin laughed at himself.Especially when he found out that Chopin was finally willing to give him a look—the sky blue without the slightest charm, like the deepest ice in a frozen lake.

The Pole's eyes can always speak, and this time he said: "How long do you want to look here?"

You can use tricks in secret, or you can play these trivial games, but the only thing is that you can't lose your final demeanor in front of the parties.

Throwing away the silence, Gu Siting walked simply.

He doesn't belong here.

The corridor is still reserved for the couple who are in love.

……

"Francois, is he gone?"

Aurora didn't dare to raise her head from her fiancé's arms.She could only rely on her ears, the sound should not be deceiving, there was indeed a sound of footsteps going away.Only then did she use a weak voice to ask the young man.

There was no response for a long time, and the power that imprisoned her never let up.The only hand that could move had no choice but to follow the principle of proximity, tugging at the only man's collar that his fingertips could touch, and wait for him to give her an answer.

"Ah."

After a long time, Francois' response was as light as an auditory hallucination.

If it weren't for his weak snort that changed due to the humming, along the back of her neck all the way down the spine, the nerve endings were stimulated and began to tremble.Aurora's legs went limp, and she hurriedly tightened her arms to wrap around his neck, coupled with the strength of his arms around her waist, she finally prevented her from falling limply like a deflated balloon.

The girl breathed a sigh of relief resentfully, and when she was connected to the suddenly interrupted leg support, she was finally able to move her head slightly.

The shallow tooth marks landed on the center of the young man's smooth neck, connecting with his Adam's apple, gently tracing a few short arcs of well-behaved sustain marks.

Look at Francois's scarf that was torn loose and deformed, and the collar of his shirt that has long since ceased to stand upright. Her hands are just behind his neck...

Aurora's brain froze instantly.

What the hell did she do!

This bad posture, this bad behavior, this crazy result-not to mention the antique François of the 21th century, even Aurora from the [-]st century was frightened.

"Yes, I'm sorry, F-F--I-I'm really not like this."

When she came back to her senses, she supported his shoulders and tiptoed to look at him, so that he could see her mood clearly.

"Why... come here, Aurora."

"Looking for you, I have something very important, I have to tell you face to face."

"'This man, is mine'?"

"!"

Her face was instantly flushed with red, and under the gaze of his unusually calm sky, her lips and teeth rubbed against each other, unable to utter a word for a long time.

"Let's go home."

His instructions are as ethereal as clouds, and it seems that he no longer asks and pursues those hot and explicit words.

A simple sentence seems to have erased all the unhappiness between them—maybe there has never been any unhappiness, and maybe this kind of ending is perfect after the impromptu brilliance just now.

The frightened Aurora fluttered in a panic to distance herself from Francois, but she didn't let go of the hand on her waist at all.

The girl staggered a step, but still fell back into the arms of the young man.

"Let go, let me go..."

Wherever she put her hands and feet was wrong, she simply resigned to her fate and pressed her forehead against his chest, begging softly.

"Aurora, look up."

He seemed a little strange, and his tone was undeniably strange.She froze for a millisecond, and finally followed his guidance tremblingly.

"Here—do you want me to...just go out with you like this?"

Chopin let go of one hand and pointed at his neck, Aurora watched his Adam's apple throbbing as he spoke, wishing he could bury herself on the spot.

"Or, this is your expectation, let me tell Paris so?"

He leaned over, his originally cold voice became hoarse into an intoxicating mist.

"I-I'll tie your tie, François."

"Good girl."

This man is so scary... Is he still that Mr. Fiance?

Inexplicably, there was a sense of danger that could not be escaped. Aurora's originally dexterous fingers were as dull as flicking Chopin from the beginning to the end.Completely tearing apart François's scarf made her feel guilty. It was not difficult to straighten out the stand-up collar of his shirt and re-tie the tie, but the infinitely dangling Adam's apple in front of her eyes kept reminding her of her loss of control.

She walked around for a long time, and finally closed her eyes before barely completing the task.

François has never been so... disheveled.

She was finally let go by him, looking at his obviously twisted bow tie, she shyly lowered her head to count the lace on the skirt.

The fingers are held by the male knuckles, and the lady fan is opened by her to cover her face.

Her husband seemed to take her through a maze, and after she realized it, they had escaped the excitement in the salon and escaped smoothly.

The night was very quiet, there was no other sound except the rustle of the grass and trees under the wind.

The carriage was parked outside the mansion.Francois led her, stepping on the cobblestone path in the courtyard, and started home silently.Aurora was one body behind him, and could only see the young man's back.The night made his figure more blurred, as if he would disappear in the next second.

"you are my Everything."

If he could say that, he wouldn't leave without saying goodbye.But the silent him became too elusive, and she began to worry about gain and loss in affirmation and negation.

……

The carriage began to move forward slowly, and the silence in the carriage continued.

Aurora was sitting next to Francois—this seemed to be a seat where only men and women who had established an intimate relationship could sit together. Moreover, this time, Bach was resolutely pushed away by the young man.

Touching her fingers on her knee, she was unable to start the topic for the first time—it was due to what is the real interpretation in the ambiguity that was almost demented just now.

"Aurora, as early as the day we met in Dresden, I told you that to choose me is to choose a pool of stagnant water.

"I'm boring, stubborn, erratic, and full of problems.

"I really can't think of what I can bring you after marrying me. You really want to—"

No impulse, no ambiguity, no shyness.

Aurora closed her eyes, and pressed her lips to the corner of Francois' mouth.

From the moment he spoke the first word, Aurora noticed his uneasy trembling.

François counted himself, as if to pluck out all his thorns, and show her his soft, small, ordinary truth—she didn't know if it was a temptation, but it didn't matter, No matter how many times you ask a question, the answer will not change.

"I see you, François, and that's for me to define—like this kiss, which exists because of you."

"Are you sure you've seen me clearly, Aurora?"

The young man smiled and pointed to the corner of his mouth: "The me in your impression does prefer such euphemistic expressions. But now, with me, this method is no longer enough—you should, kiss me like this..."

The last word was inserted between her lips and teeth by him, and they met softly, along his stretch with a little vodka, from the warm and wet blending, it trembled directly into her heart.

He secretly and affectionately called her name in the most intimate way.

She subconsciously wanted to escape from this strange and straightforward communication.

The breath is too close, the heartbeat is too close, he and she are too close.

"Don't run away, Aurora—"

The story in the salon was rewritten.Chopin gently held Aurora's head, let her rest in his palm, bent down, and forcefully locked her between the backrest and him.

"Please...see me clearly in this kiss."

Mobai prayed outside the girl's rosy lips, surging into an uninterrupted torrent the moment she let go of her guard.He has never expressed such an explicit expression, as if all the dormant male qualities have been awakened.

She raised her head helplessly, eager to find some air to breathe.But he easily took away all her breath, except for him, all oxygen was useless.

How many crazy sound groups that are constantly descending can express the turbulence?

It is more rational than Beethoven's roar, more complicated than Bach's polyphony, more captivating than Liszt's virtuosity... There is no way to resist, but to dance to his beat.

He controls the melody, accompaniment and tempo, as long as he doesn't want to, no one can stop him.

Aurora was finally able to breathe freely a second before suffocation.

Her clumsy panting changed more themes in his shallow pecking.Helpless, lonely, eager, obedient... The wind and waves have stopped, and everything is hidden deep in the sea.She floats on the sea, pillowed by the soft waves, covered by the light of the full moon.In the distance, there seems to be a mermaid in tulle singing softly.

He is still the soul in that memory, tenderness is his essence, and when he opens his heart, it is full of lingering poems.

In one kiss, Aurora saw Francois whom she had never seen before.

Strange, familiar, paranoid, tender... But she was sure that it was only because he was him that she was so moved.

"Marry me...are you ready to accept such a me?"

Before she could answer, she was pulled into her arms again.

"You have no chance, Aurora, you are mine.

"Honey, go register with me, you should be named by my surname."

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