And Chopin's days of playing the wind spectrum month

【Wish answered】

pilgrimage?

Hearing this word, Chopin's ears suddenly felt hot.He sat upright, clasping his hands somewhat unnaturally.Good etiquette upbringing then concealed his real hidden psychology, after all, he was a gentleman who could take it calmly at any time.

At the moment, the truth is half-truth.

Praise is never missing for a talented musician.The same goes for Chopin.But he is not like Liszt, who would be scorned by flattery, and would not even bother to return a fake smile.Other than that, nothing could win his attention more than a couple of irony.

But there is something different about this word—it carries so much weight that it would stir the mind of a Polish pianist who is tired of hearing praise, but it has just the right amount of weight to make him slightly uneasy.

Chopin looked at Aurora from the corner of his eye to judge the authenticity of this praise.

Everything about her told him: "Pilgrimage" came from the heart, from the heart, sincerely, and never adulterated.

The roots of the ears couldn't help but get a little hotter.

Zal[1]!Is this person really not misremembering the meaning of the word?Associate me with this word?

The young man's soft brown hair was lifted by the breeze, and the cool breeze took away the heat from his cheeks.After his mind gradually calmed down, joy froze at the end of his eyebrows in an instant.

It was only at this moment that he suddenly realized that the lady next to him really didn't recognize "Chopin" at all.

Inexplicably, the emotion was a little subtle.

He recalled that a certain Hungarian pianist didn't need to fill in the appearance description[2] in the passport book when he went abroad, and he quietly felt a little chest tightness.

Once in a bad mood in Paris, this gentleman, who no one can get any kind words from him, turned the gun on himself for the first time.

"Pilgrimage to Chopin? You mean that eccentric, moody, crowd-afraid, good-for-nothing but piano guy? He's not worth it..."

The young man's tone was dry, racking his brains to search for harsh comments.From the corner of his eye, he read the facial expressions of the lady around him. He never thought that the fluency of vocabulary was as natural as flowing water, and he did not forget to add an intriguing summary at the end of the sentence.

"Hey, sir, be careful! You haven't met Chopin, and it's extremely rude to judge."

The girl's counterattack came very quickly, the kindness on her face faded into seriousness, and her beautiful amber eyes were full of disapproval.

The cloud in Chopin's heart instantly dissipated.

"I've spent more time in Paris than you, Mademoiselle—of course I've seen him, and he's an absolutely awful man, don't let your fancy make him beautiful."

He didn't stop playing the villain role, and he explained the "facts" to the lady in an experienced tone, and even used admonishing sentences.

"So you... are you jealous? But I still believe in the Chopin I heard in the music, and the person who can build such a music world, how bad can it be!"

Probably because the gentleness and politeness she felt from the man around her before formed a sharp contrast with the aggressiveness at the moment, and the girl couldn't react all of a sudden.She doesn't seem to be good at judging others with the worst malice. On the one hand, she insists on her own judgment, and on the other hand, she habitually explains to the other party.

"Well, miss, defending another man like this in front of me-I thought, I was the one you wanted to 'propose'?"

Aurora's persistence obviously made Chopin's mood clearer.But thinking of the role he played, he couldn't help brewing emotions, and turned his head to express his protest.

"Yes, I'm sorry?" The girl finally came back to her senses, she seemed to have strayed from the point by accident, and tried to make amends.As if that wasn't enough, she tilted her head and added, "If someone says you are bad in front of me, I will refute him too."

"The premise is that I have to sign the marriage certificate, right?" The young man immediately caught the ambiguity in her words, and teased her without wanting to embarrass her too much, so he asked another question tentatively, "I feel you So sincere...do you like him that much?"

"J'aime Chopin [3]."

He heard the sound of her smile breaking open.

This is a rather flat response, and the listener will not be able to hear the hidden emotional ups and downs if he is not careful.People who say this are like eating and drinking water, so they naturally let it flow from their lips and teeth.

But it made Chopin look sideways.

Chopin has heard thousands of "I love you", but this is the first time he has heard such a calm confession.

There is no full and abundant passion, no desire to prove, no urgency to get a response... It is just explaining something that has long been taken for granted, but there is infinite affection in every word.

He was deeply surprised, but after thinking of the scene of her playing the first piece of "Xiao Lian", he felt that it was logical.

Her playing told him: Aurora has already integrated Chopin into her life.

how--

Incredible people and things!

He who was resolutely abandoned by one "Woldsinska" was regarded as a treasure by another "Woldsinska".

The young man waited for the shock in his heart to pass.

He suddenly remembered that he was just a bystander at the moment, and felt a little inexplicable in his heart.

"You have the courage to propose to me - why not be frank and go after the Chopin you love?"

He faltered and asked in a low voice awkwardly.

"Well, sir, I like Chopin for sure, but why should I have him?"

Aurora was amused by this question, she really couldn't connect the two things together.

"It's my own thing to like Chopin. This kind of liking doesn't necessarily have to develop into love. After all, Chopin won't have a good impression of me..."

"Pursuing Chopin? Oh, this is really too far-fetched. Now I can't even go to Paris, and seeing him is a luxury."

She relaxed completely, leaned on the backrest and looked up at the clouds in the sky.

"My biggest wish is to hear Chopin play the piano once - if I can play a piece with him, I probably won't have any regrets in my life."

Hopeless expectations.

The master who interprets emotions instantly grasps the theme of the girl.

Chopin couldn't help asking himself:

Difficult to see me?

It seems to be—after all, there are as many black dots on a sesame baguette as there are unanswered greetings and visitors who are turned away because they cannot produce a Laissez passer[4].

Is it hard to listen to me play?

It seems to be—so far, I don’t like many people, and I haven’t played a few concerts.

Is it hard to play four hands with me?

Well... in Paris, I can count on one hand the number of people who really got me interested in playing four-hands together.

The arc of the young man's lips fluttered, especially after seeing the girl's hopeful sigh, even his eyebrows were stained with joy.

He thought of the morning full of white mist, the pair of ambers full of dew, and the phrase "I will repay you, sir".

Perhaps agreeing to this marriage contract is not an unpleasant thing.

Maybe the foreshadowing between him and her is enough, maybe she happened to bump into the rare sympathy in his life, or she can meet his expectations better than the other "Woldsinska"-in short, there is no loss Well, she's also Polish anyway—he's always been more patient and kind to his own people.

Besides, he wanted to listen to her piano more.

Chopin already had the answer in his heart.

"Actually, according to your wish, it is too easy for you to have no regrets in this life."

"Well, how do you say it?"

"Chopin charges 20 francs for a piano lesson in Paris—you only need to pay a gold louis[5] and you can achieve 'no regrets in this life'."

"Sir, what do you want to say?"

The jump in the content of the conversation made Aurora a little unable to keep up with the rhythm of the other party.

He was very patient and didn't mind explaining the answers to her in the slightest.

"Madame, I happen to have a louis d'or here. Now, I present it to you. I don't have a wedding ring, so let me use it as an engagement present."

"If you are convinced that this is your 'no regrets in this life', we will sign—"

The young man stood up, walked up to the girl and bowed gracefully.

He looked at the girl's pair of amber-like Polish eyes that shone with astonishment, smiled and took out the gold coins from the coat pocket, and delivered them to her palm in a gentlemanly manner.

"I'll take you to Paris."

Mom, I take that back.

Marriage, perhaps not dull at all—

If the other party is "she".