And Chopin's days of playing the wind spectrum month

【Confession】

The pipe organ stopped playing, and the chant-like echoes in the brass pipes gradually dissipated in the exquisite carvings of the dome.The gods have listened to the sincere prayers of the believers and responded with tranquility.

There seemed to be a melody repeating in Aurora's ears.In other words, it's not that the unbroken voice is still lingering, but that she, as a listener, is nostalgic for the song she just heard.

The girl simply raised her head and let herself lean against the young man's half body, leaning on his shoulder.

The piano has two lines of music, one line of melody, and one line of accompaniment.

The organ has three lines of music, one line for the treble, one line for the bass, and one line for the lowest note of the pedal keyboard.

Playing the organ is by no means an easy task. The control and physical coordination, as well as the perfect combination of the smooth performance of different parts, cannot be paid overnight.

The solemn, lively and warm Bach chorale just now is so beautiful that everything in the world has been washed again, and it is not stained with dust.

Aurora opened her eyes, remembering François' clumsy performance on her Pleyel—she actually believed it, and was even moved by his "innocent" performance—a certain gentleman, Your script is simply over the top.

The organ can be played so well, but the piano is played like that, it is simply too much.

Focusing on the chair, the girl who just got the title of wife turned half a circle along half of the piano bench, facing the pile of black and white keyboards of completely opposite colors with her newly registered husband again.

She squinted her eyes and nudged him amusedly.

"François, explain, can you play the organ but not the piano? Come on, tell me, what's the difference?"

"...Aurora, at least the piano... doesn't need to use your feet to play the keyboard?"

The young man's body stiffened as if petrified in an instant, and after a while, he could only hear him answering half-answers cautiously.

"Oh, yes, François, compared with the piano, the organ has three rows of keyboards-a piano with only one row of keyboards is definitely not enough for you, isn't it?"

"..."

He responded to all her teasing with silence, which only made her more arrogant.

I saw that she also imitated his posture when he was playing the piano, stretched out a finger, and randomly scribbled a sentence on the black keys.

The fingers, as warm as the white keys, jumped up and down eight times on the black keys like a bird pacing.

The pipe organ, which had stopped singing for a long time, suddenly spit out a few short and cheerful bagpipe sounds from the brass pipes.

Scared by the sound, the little bird retracted her wings resentfully, and sat down obediently in front of the organ band.

The young man hides his laughter vaguely and relaxes.

"Cough, it...is indeed quite different from a piano, isn't it?"

"Aurora, that song... I really studied hard..."

Her right hand was approached by his left hand, and she grabbed it instantly with a little comfort.

Warm intimacy and overlap, exchanging the nonexistent unhappiness for a kind of warm intimacy.He thought about it, and simulated the simple melody she just played on the keyboard.

"What song is this, Aurora?"

"A little song similar to "Listen to Me, Mama" [1]—Francois, you're playing it wrong, be more lively, playful, and you'd better wish you could fly."

"……it is good."

The youth's pipe organ is too upright - although this is a sacred and solemn instrument, solemnity is its essence.

But he let her temper go, and adjusted the organ until it sounded like a piccolo with a lovely tinge.

……

A hen lays an egg because the egg turns into a chick [2].Lovers kiss because pigeons coo;

Flowers wither because that's part of the charm.Wood burns to warm our hearts;

The tide of the sea will ebb, so that people can say it again.The sun will disappear for the other side of the earth.

The innocent lyrics are full of childishness.

Aurora sang questions in her native voice, and spoke answers in a low voice.She sang the sweet and lovely "Le Papillon" in the French movie to a man who is no longer a "child".

"Why do our hearts tick? Because the rain patters.

"Why did time pass so fast? Because the wind blew them away.

"Why should I hold your hand? Because with you, I feel very warm."

All the foreshadowing was enough, and the finishing line was finally sung tenderly by her.

She purposely raised their hands that were once again holding each other, like a lover offering her smile.Aurora didn't know what Francois was worried about - since entering this auditorium, she found that he seemed to be in a certain panic.

Who said these lyrics can't be used as love words?

Chopin said that simplicity is the highest truth.He will definitely get what she wants.

"This... Aurora, this is really..."

"Let's run away, François. If we don't leave here, I think the Father will be angry and drive us out."

Pulled by his tit lady, he ran out of the auditorium in one breath, and Chopin realized that it was by no means he was looking at her with the eyes of a lover, but Aurora, no matter what side he had, made him unconditionally like her.

She was no more religious than he was.But the inner standard is definitely higher than the dogmatic constraints.

No way.

Chopin watched Aurora tenderly, clutching his chest and taking a small breath.Without any further hesitation, he took out the concert ticket and solemnly put it in her palm.

"Francois?"

"The wedding gift... let's just take it that way."

The young man pursed his lips, watching the doubtful girl put the ticket in front of her eyes.

And everything developed just as he expected.

"My God, Shaw Chopin's concert? I, I... François, pinch me, let me see if it's real—"

"Aurora..."

"I haven't even heard that Chopin is going to give a concert recently. Fortunately, I'm still working at the opera house-you know that his concert is really like a shooting star. It's too difficult to squat... Oh, Francois, Are you a little angel from God? I really—loved it so much. No, there's only one? Where's your ticket? Will you come with me?"

Joy did not occupy her all.

He felt warm in his heart, because she still remembered to listen to it with him at this moment.

"I have my share, Aurora, we will meet at the concert..."

"Chopin's concert in Paris can't be without news. How did you get it? How could it be so early?"

The girl's excitement was not fake, but the eagerness in her eyes to look at him never diminished.

Half of the young man's heart is stable, and the other half begins to waver again.What will happen one day later, he doesn't know.

"You like his piano, and I hope you can realize your wish to come to Paris..."

Chopin's eyes flickered, and he seemed to hear some cracking sounds.He clenched the hands behind his back, only regretting that before the countdown to happiness ran out, he might not be able to hear the heartfelt words he was most looking forward to.

“When I fall in love, I love only one person for the rest of my life[3].

"Others will cease to exist, no one can change, my love for you."

The foreign language, the lazy but affectionate singing voice, with a nervous little vibrato... The little tits circled around him, and he watched her skirt close and unfold, and the singing and spinning made him dazzled.

He had never seen her like this, and the originally cramped sense of role reversal slowly evolved into something sweet under her libretto.

Chopin looked at Aurora in astonishment. This was completely different from the childish little song in the auditorium—her second song today was like a very casual chanson.But he is very sure that this is a lingering love song.

He has heard many operas, he has heard all the leading ladies in Paris.He loves the subtlety of the human voice very much, but he is extremely picky about his taste. The night before, he regarded his singing voice as a creation of God. If he makes a small mistake that day, he will be beaten back to the mortal world.

"They said, I can't find the flower you like, and I can't give you the gift you want;

"They also said that I suffered because of love and that my broken heart cannot be repaired.

"But dear, that's not the case, because you know me so well."

"When I fall in love..."

Happiness that is constantly repeated, constantly emphasized, constantly elevated, and constantly stacked.

The unfamiliar language does not prevent Chopin from synchronizing with all the resonance in the song.He loves opera, but because of his stalled heartbeat and dull brain, he can only understand one line of lyrics-but this line is enough for everything.

"domeenamoro" seems to be "quandomiinnamoro" in Italian.

Two different languages ​​coincidentally have similar pronunciation, similar composition, and similar meaning in the same sentence.

"When I fell in love" - ​​Chopin seems to have finally, finally waited for what he most wanted to hear.

His heart has fallen into the unspeakable fragrance of birds and flowers, and his love has been safely buried in the Polish Spring that he dreams of.

After Aurora's singing ended, she stopped her affectionate and charming stroll in the small garden outside the church.The tit lifted her skirt, twirled around, and flew back happily.

The girl imitated the gentlemen's way of saluting at the curtain call, bowing exaggeratedly but gracefully in front of the young man.In Chopin's shimmering blue gemstones, it seems that when her fingers cut through the air, along the graceful arc, the bright stardust sprinkled on the ground.

"François, I've been forgetting to tell you, 'I love you' all this time."

He watched her raise her head, as naturally as when he heard her say I love Chopin when he first met.

All the gaps in my heart have been filled.

Even if it turns into a fantasy in the end—a marriage that may only last for three days, as long as there is such a confession, it is enough to make his eternal night hang an extra morning star.

Life without regret.

Apart from hugging, Chopin, who is far away from the keyboard, can't imagine, what else can replace it to express the overflow in his heart.

He has never liked to put his heart in words, and he has never been used to conveying in words. He can only use his arms to hint his surging heart.

"My Aurora, wife of Francois."

"What a strange title, François, no, 'Aurora's husband.'"

"Honey, what pieces would you like to hear Chopin play at the concert?"

"I like Chopin too much, and the will of the performer cannot be transferred because of me."

He hugged her tightly and shook his head gently in her ear.

"As long as it is a piece you like, Chopin will definitely play it."

Playel Hall.

Following the guidance of the bill, Aurora finally found her place - a separate box on the second floor, the best place for listening, but the distance is a bit far away.With her eyesight, she couldn't see everything on the stage without tools.

But the most important thing in a concert is hearing, especially Chopin's performance.

The Polish poet’s piano performance may not be the most gorgeous and dazzling—if you want to see such a stage, the most suitable one is the Erlar Concert Hall next door, and Liszt’s performance can definitely meet such expectations—but his The touch and expression are what really make the audience lose their souls.

Chopin's performance... Aurora's mind flashed through the interpretation of his repertoire by countless modern masters, and her heart became more restless and expectant.Before the performance started, she had already begun to imagine what the composer's own piano sound would be like.

The audience gradually entered the seats, and the originally noisy seats gradually became quiet.

François has not arrived yet.

Aurora stood up and looked anxiously, and found a small box and a note on the table behind her.

She removed the box, and the elegant French writing on the paper was all too familiar.

"Aurora, wait for me. No matter what time, wait for me."

The author has something to say: 【Note·op.55】

[1] "Listen to Me, Mom": This is a French nursery rhyme.Mozart's "Little Star Variations" is composed of twelve variations according to the melody of this nursery rhyme.

[2] Hens can lay eggs...: An adapted translation of the lyrics of the French song "lepapillon (butterfly)".The following paragraph "Why...because..." is its real lyrics translation.

This is a very warm duet between the old man and the little girl.To fit the plot, I changed one of the lyrics. The original translation of the handshake line should be "Why do you hold my hand".

[3] When I fell in love...: Chinese translation of the lyrics of the Spanish song "domeenamoro".Some of them were reconfirmed by me, and they are not the same as the translation in Netease Cloud.

The original song of this song is "amanbsp;*