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【Are you a dummy】

"God forbid, are you really not possessed or soul-taken by something, my friend?

"How stupid is this man before me—God, Frederic Chopin, I never saw you so stupid!"

After listening to someone's intermittent and miserable confession, Liszt raised his waist in astonishment and made a rare and sharp comment.Because of being too emotional, the scarf on the Hungarian chest was rising and falling with his rapid breathing.His eyes were burning, fixed on the brown-haired young man who was holding a large bottle of Polish vodka on the sofa.

Decadence and depression permeated unabashedly from the always elegant Chopin, and the young man with a melancholy temperament seemed to have stepped half of his foot into the underworld.If it wasn't for his quick eyesight and quick hands, he snatched away the Polish man's wine glass, this man would have finished at least half of the bottle of spirits by now-because of the big night, he couldn't wantonly vent on the piano.

"Stupid? Are you talking about me? Franz, give me my wine glass... I don't think my behavior can be regarded as stupid..."

A languid tone indicates the speaker's depressed mood.Chopin didn't express too much expression on his face, but in those gray blue eyes, just looking at each other can make the heart tremble in those who see it.

"Ha, the wine glass...do you still want the wine glass?" Liszt was a little annoyed, he looked around, and angrily threw the glass on the farthest cabinet, "Fried, don't want it if you can." Drinking to drown your sorrows—you're not stupid, you're downright stupid!"

The Hungarian rushed to the Pole, and slammed his palms on the small coffee table in front of the sofa as if frustrated.His blond hair fell down, swaying around his ears and temples, and his lake-like eyes were full of turbulent waves.

The Pole raised his head slightly, his sensitive fingers tightly gripping the neck of the vodka bottle.He no longer made excuses, his eyes issued instructions, he wanted to know the reason for the mocking smile on the face of the person in front of him.

"Very well, it looks like you haven't lost your mind yet. Listen to me, Fried: you've been wrong from the start, and you've been wrong so badly!

"You have simply refreshed my understanding of you...God, if this is the case for you...how did the 'Polish poet' in the salon get the favor of so many nobles?

"Perhaps it's a good thing that you really are 'Chopin', thank God, my friend - if I were Aurora, I might not treat you so tenderly when I hear a word I don't want to hear from you tonight , I just wish I could leave a handprint on your handsome left face when I leave!"

Facing Liszt's impassioned head-on, Chopin retreated step by step from the sonorous and powerful sound field, and snuggled into the sofa holding the wine bottle.

He looked at his friend in disbelief, almost wondering if the Hungarian was talking to him—was his performance tonight really that bad?

"What about your extremely comfortable talking skills in the salon? My dear Fah, looking at your ignorant and innocent little eyes makes me wonder if you are really saved...

"Think about Aurora's expression when she finds out that you are 'Chopin'. The innocent girl trembles because she trusts you. Your 'pi' is broken, but is your 'pipi' emphasizing the impact you gave her on the soul? I'm sorry, if I were her, I would only feel blood rushing straight to the top of my head.

"Look at Aurora's response: 'Liar, bastard!' Even when she was angry and threw away your flower basket, she was still regretting her impulsiveness for fear of hurting you-what a poor little angel-what is 'this is the last Paris A new way to send flower baskets'? Fried, will you show your sense of humor again? God, you personally spoiled your goodwill as Chopin...

"Apologize, social master Fried, when she called you a liar, you should apologize immediately - do you think you are stupid!"

Chopin suddenly stared wide-eyed on the sofa, Liszt sneered, and continued to deeply analyze his friend's stupid behavior.

"Very well, it seems that you have realized this terrible beginning... But I really didn't expect that you would magically pick the worst choice every time——

"'Honey, I haven't lied to you since I got back', you tell me now, how jarring are those words on this occasion? You can find them on other people's sheet music every time, how can it be your turn , instead of being sober? I don't want to repeat your next words about names...they can be included in the "most annoying speech behavior" and directly selected as the best case.

"All your explanations at the time may sound reasonable now, but don't forget that your lover is in the torment of deception, and all you have to do is admit your mistakes, not explain--Fried, remember? In front of a lady, you will never have a reason, especially if you did make a mistake. Your explanation is like a cover-up and justification, isn't it stupid enough?"

The Pole caught his breath and held the bottle with fingers as stiff as fine marble.

"'Chopin' to all, 'François' to you... Such a perfect love line that melts my heart—but Fried, are you sure it came at the right time? Just after your 'quibble', you are like a scumbag who forces people to accept your ideas. Although you speak sweet words, what stabs you is a knife...

"If you admit your mistake well, apologize well, look at Aurora with your melancholy and affectionate blue eyes when she is shaken, and then say such a unique love word to her, I will never believe that you will come back tonight with a pitiful hug." A bottle of damn vodka lay in front of me—I deeply suspect that your excessive drinking has completely paralyzed your mind some time ago—Frederick Chopin, how could you send yourself to such a tragic situation? Yours Is the intention really not to leave your wife?"

Putting down the wine bottle from his arms, Chopin glared at Liszt who became more and more outspoken.

As far as these failed behaviors are concerned, he doesn't mind being ridiculed by his friends, but he can't accept the authenticity of his emotions being teased by the other party.

"My apologies, Fried—you see, a simple, sincere apology works so well, why explain so much?

"Whether it is the ring or the registration, you should not mention and emphasize. In front of them, all your explanations are pale - even after you mention them, forget the most important sentence... you I didn't explicitly say that the starting point of all your actions is because you love her, care about her, and don't want to lose her. From Aurora's standpoint, all of this is like a well-planned calculation, which makes people shudder.

"As for 'Catholics can't divorce'...Fer, I'm sure you must have panicked at the time, otherwise how could you say such insane words-you let me see the authoritarian control of the gangster...very good, You hit the hammer yourself: the man is a scum, verified."

After finishing his long speech, Liszt endured the drought in his cavity and sat beside Chopin.

After a moment of hesitation, the Hungarian still patted the Pole, who had already buried his face in his hands because of remorse.The pat on the thin shoulders of the young man carried some comfort and encouragement.Although he was the one who scolded his friends for losing their minds, he couldn't see lovers who were separated from each other, especially this couple who were so compatible-they loved each other, and they had no irreconcilable conflicts.

"Frantz, it turns out that I am so despicable and terrible...I still blindly think that everything I do is right...God, I don't dare to imagine how Aurora feels..."

"Fred, don't you want her to see you for who you are? That's fine, at least you're no longer perfect, and maybe that's not a bad thing. You haven't lost her, my friend, though I know it's a shame." Difficult... You are such a person who is so easy to shrink back. But I hope you can be brave this time, go for it, for your heart - at least, you still owe Aurora a sincere apology, right? "

silence.

Chopin slowly lowered his hands covering his face, stars began to flow in his gray blue eyes, the melancholy and decadence gradually subsided, and his contemplation made him more charismatic.

Liszt breathed a sigh of relief.As a friend of this awkward Polish man for many years, he knows that he never likes to confide in himself, and never takes the initiative to reveal his weaknesses. This abnormality this time is already a serious situation—perhaps, since the first bond between Chopin and Aurora, Love changes him.He believes that the young people around him have already made their own decisions, and he is happy to draw a conclusion for him.

"It was she who chased you before, Frederic Chopin, now the turn is turned, don't hesitate if you don't want it to end like this.

"Just like you do in the salon, play the piano, talk, apologize...Poet, it's your turn to chase her."

A night without dreams.

Probably because she had experienced too much last night and her mood was too different. In her own quiet space, the girl let her reason and emotion collide at will.Even when Aurora woke up, she didn't even know when she fell asleep last night.

Answer?

It seems to be found and not found.But she is sure that it is not difficult to accept that "François is Chopin".

It's just that after calming down now, she still doesn't know how to make a decision.

Accepting is not the same as forgiving.

Understanding does not mean that it can be regarded as ignoring.

Like François, no, Chopin said, he gave enough hints.Even Aurora, who recalled the whole journey since the time travel last night, sighed deeply, what kind of power made him not reveal his true identity until the concert.

She did not deny that she had had several conjectures that were close to the truth, and she even secretly felt joy and fear because of this conjecture.But in the end she decided not to deliberately seek proof, she only looked at the person she was really with, whether her love and the rest of her life were all about him.

Aurora likes Francois.

This has nothing to do with whether François is Chopin or not—he has a quick temper, never hides his tenderness, shy and laughs, stubborn and stubborn, he is used to being alone but can’t do without company... Even though they have never discussed music together, or even formally communicated with each other on the piano, the girl is sure that even if the young man is such a complicated and contradictory person, she still likes him very much.

But that doesn't mean breaking principles.

Even though Aurora had imagined it countless times, she concluded that Chopin had indeed made the most suitable choice if the bond she established with Francois was to be established.Otherwise, she wouldn't dare to sign the marriage contract at all, so why talk about the follow-up story?

Chopin.

When the male god really took off his vest in front of him, Aurora swore that the hint of secret joy that had been conjectured had already been sublimated into smoke.She was only left with fear and anxiety. Apart from the anger brought about by "deceit", she was simply oppressed by everything brought by this name to the point where she couldn't breathe.

Yes, Aurora is not ready, she doesn't know how to do it to be worthy of... Chopin.Coupled with the replies from someone in the concert hall who slammed every sentence, forgive her for becoming angry and filing for divorce in a hurry.

Catholics cannot divorce.

Aurora leaned against the head of the bed, not knowing whether their relationship would be reprieved or broken.

The "Chopin" she knew was for someone to fight for. This man never took the initiative, but now she has no strength to fight for it anymore-the principle is there, and she should receive a sincere apology before talking about other things.

Girlishly, she thumped the fluffy pillow a few times, and the goose down in the pillow made a popping sound.

She froze for a moment, then suddenly remembered a title that someone spit out last night.

"Pippixiao?" Aurora snorted coldly, picked up the pillow and squeezed it into a ball, "Why don't you call it 'Pikashaw', when you can be as cute as that little elf, I will forgive you."

The girl who just got out of bed hadn't made her bed when she heard the faint sound of a piano.

She opened the door, and the sound of the piano became a little clearer.

The pianist touched the keys on the keyboard impromptu, with a light lower finger, and the gentle and soothing melody is very suitable for the morning.

The back cover of the piano was not opened, and the sound of the strings percussion was just right, and it became a wave of ripples.Aurora couldn't resist such a tone, she was like a bewitched lost person, and slowly went downstairs following the sound of the piano.

There was no piano cover to support, and the girl held on to the handrail tightly, looking down at the young man playing the piano from a height on the half of the stairs.

It was too far away from him last night, and the light in the concert hall was too dark. Aurora never had a good close-up view of Chopin playing the piano.She knew that his fingers had magic powers, which could easily be found on the keyboard: the voice that took the soul of others.But she never imagined that before Pleyel, he, with the temperament of a luna, sincerely devoted himself to the music, and the sun was shining on him, and he could replace Apollo.

He was talking to her with the sound of the piano.

Aurora had long discovered that from the moment she appeared, Chopin no longer paid attention to the keyboard.He just looked at her, blue eyes full of joy and guilt.There is no need to deliberately find the position of the black and white keys, his fingers flexibly transpose, pouring out his heart into the piano.

"Good morning, Aurora."

"I want to apologize to you—for my arrogance, for my ignorance, and for bringing you so much sadness that I shouldn't have."

"Please forgive me, please give me one last chance."

"I want to come back to you. I must never lose you, my love."

The lingering sound of the piano lingers in the room to form the aftertaste of the poem.

The girl stood on the stairs, looking at the young man who had stopped playing.Aurora is still in the shadows, and Chopin is in the sun.She remained silent, but finally stepped down the stairs; he stood up slowly, resting his left hand on the piano cover.

The two rings embedded on the ring fingers shone with metallic brilliance in the bright light.

"You, you...rings? My lord, can someone explain to poor me—what am I missing!"