And Chopin's days of playing the wind spectrum month

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This is the first time that Chopin stepped onto the stage with a calm heart.

What an amazing experience.A second ago in the lounge, he was trembling with fear, but now he walked to the piano, he blocked everything almost instantly.Except for the piano, him and someone in a box on the second floor, all the noise in the concert hall does not exist.

Taking off his white gloves and putting them on the piano, Chopin stretched out his hand and looked at the ring on his left ring finger with satisfaction.

He closed his eyes, bowed his head reverently and lightly kissed the ring, then adjusted his sitting posture, and played his piano on the keyboard.

An etude with gorgeous fingering and brilliant melody is acceptable in a concert, but it is not appropriate to play a nocturne in a concert hall-Chopin can fully imagine that tomorrow's music review will be like "he played too lightly". Alright, I barely heard a p" in the front row, but he didn't care.

"Etude in C Major" was the first piece he heard Aurora play.And "Nocturne in E-flat Major" is the only melody that he can cry when he listens to other people's interpretation after many years. It is this piece that is still in the rules of Field's nocturne. He knows that his heart no longer belongs to him.

"What would you like to hear Chopin play, Aurora?"

That night, walking with Aurora, he cautiously inquired about her preferences—since the concert was originally for her, Chopin didn’t want to follow the rules to formulate the repertoire, what she wanted to hear was what he wanted to play .

"That has to be Impromptu Fantasia, Chopin's improvisation is extraordinary. While I respect him for keeping it out of print... I really want to tell him out loud: 'Leave Semoles alone, and Beethoven, it's all Chopin, it's his own poetry.'

"There is also "Ballade No. [-]" and "Polonaise in A-flat Major". When you listen to Chopin, how can you not listen to his Poland."

He couldn't forget the pair of warm ambers in the night, they were shining, and he could easily see them clearly.

Chopin can't describe the happiness and satisfaction that fills his heart.To be so favored by Aurora, and his preferences fit so well, even if he would be called arrogant, he didn't want to change his decision.

One person occupies the entire second half of the recital, playing only his own pieces.

He no longer cared about the other audience present, and he didn't care about the direction in which the pens were waved—Chopin only knew that the concert was very private from the beginning, and his audience was only Aurora.

……

After the performance, Chopin sneaked in again and hid behind the curtain when the concert hall had almost dispersed.

Until he heard the familiar footsteps on the steps, suppressing the violent heartbeat in his chest, he quietly sat in front of the piano again.

"A Minor Waltz".

One night, following Aurora's undulating dance steps on the path, Chopin swiped his pen and wrote a waltz specially for her.

Aurora said that she would never hear the first Chopin piece she learned at the recital.

Chopin didn't ask any more questions, but just watched her twirling leisurely in the memory, far and near, indistinct.

According to her description, it could never be the waltz he is playing on the piano now.

But there was a voice in his heart, and only this newly born piece was the waltz she really wanted.

I don't want you to regret, all the impossible, I will help you become possible.

Just right, Aurora, to use it as a prologue, just to tell you, I am Frederic Chopin.

……

"Pippixiao? Aurora, it's 'Chopin'."

Chopin imagined the scene of him confessing his identity countless times, but he never imagined that Aurora would be tongue-tied because of excessive shock.

She should have wanted to call him "Bi Song", but stumbled into another cute nickname.

"Frédéric François Chopin. As I said, 'Chopin' will definitely play to you the piece you like."

She couldn't pronounce his name smoothly anyway.Chopin sighed and deliberately repeated his full name with a soft voice and clear pronunciation.

Aurora gradually blushed.He thought she was falling into shyness again, and just wanted to ease the atmosphere, but unexpectedly, besides the accusing female voice, a huge flower basket flew towards him.

"Bastard...liar!"

Chopin never lacked the experience of being presented with flowers, whether it was a bouquet or the most enthusiastic single flower thrown to his stage, he could accept it with courtesy and humility.

But it was the first time he received such a huge flower basket in person—it was so huge that he doubted that the florist had racked his brains to make it right—the weight of the flower basket combined with the impact made the Polish pianist stagger Take a few steps back.

Fortunately, Chopin reacted quickly enough to catch the flower basket with his hands in advance, otherwise the headline in the Paris newspaper tomorrow would be "A certain pianist was knocked unconscious by a flower basket in front of his ashamed wife".

Ow, his nose—Aurora is really mad.

"Is this a new way to send flower baskets in Paris recently? Aurora, it's... so 'surprising'..."

The pianist put the flower basket lightly at his feet, and touched the bridge of his nose resentfully, the pain of the impact almost made his eyes water.

In his peripheral vision, Aurora stretched out her hand worriedly, then gritted her teeth and retracted her foot cruelly, no longer looking at him.

Not too bad, it seems.

In his most harmless appearance, Chopin sets out to save himself.

"Liar? Honey, I never lied to you..."

"Never lied to me? François—no, even the name is fake... Ha, François Pisson...you have been cheating on me since the first day we met !"

His defense was countered by her, but he was not in a hurry, and spoke his heart sincerely and patiently.

"Honey, 'François' is indeed my first name, middle name - 'Frederick' is just how most people are used to calling me except my loved ones...

"As for 'Bi Song', I thought this clumsy little trick of transposing letters was enough to show my sincerity from the side—from the very beginning, I didn't want to hide it from you. Otherwise, my surname would not be so obvious You can see the clues.

"In particular, I would also like to introduce all my friends to you. Aurora, although after returning to Paris, the change of mentality made me delay the arrival of this day infinitely - they are forced by my request to maintain all this... ..."

It seemed to have had little effect, her eyes were still sad, and he was no longer as calm as before.

"What do you say, writer? And the piano... God, Chopin actually told me that he can't play the piano!"

"It's like Hector is a composer and also writes reviews for magazines and newspapers. It's just an insignificant sub-job that I was covered up by musicians, but I never fabricated it out of thin air. As for the piano... Ou Laura, you never imagined how much I wanted to play four-hands with you—I was so jealous when Franz sat on the same bench as you."

"The simple Mozart I played for you, I did spend a long time learning it-like a child, forgetting the skills and simply playing the piano...

"Aurora, from the beginning, I am who I am, and all I show you is the real me. I... am not perfect, I once said that 'Chopin' is as boring as a pool of stagnant water, but you, let me This pool of stagnant water came to life."

"Dear Aurora, I am everyone's 'Chopin', but in front of you, I am not only Chopin, but also your 'Francois'."

"Bastard...you have a point in whatever you say, but I can't argue..."

"If you don't have enough flower baskets, why don't you hit me with a sheet of music when you get home? I won't hide this time—I apologize to you, and I'm willing to accept your punishment. I just humbly ask you to forgive me. I swear by my ring , my love, my love for you is true."

"Ha, the ring...my love...we're not even registered—"

She covered her face with her hands, and she seemed to be crying silently.

The heart-wrenching grief overwhelmed him.

"Aurora, look at me, the registration is not fake - remember you signed your name twice? The first one that actually took effect, it was not defaced because I left my real name on it. From the beginning , I have no other choice but to be with you."

She knocked off his hand, and her crisp voice echoed in the concert hall.

Fortunately, she didn't cry... As soon as Chopin breathed a sigh of relief, he was crucified to death in front of the stage by Aurora's sentence.

"Despicable - I want to divorce you!"