And Chopin's days of playing the wind spectrum month

【Method of punishment】

"You, you... the ring?

"My Lord, can someone explain to poor me—what am I missing!"

The suppressed and forbearable flames of anger were hidden in the exclamation, like the bright and vigorous bells on the bell tower, shaking a powerful shock wave in the hall.

Between the young girl and the young man, all the lingering and charming atmosphere, as well as the particles of sunlight that seemed to be frightened and fled in all directions, shattered and fell to the ground and turned into stardust.

Aurora and Chopin, who were questioned loudly by Petit, seemed to be frozen in place, without speaking.

The two subconsciously glanced at the metal ring on each other's ring fingers, and milliseconds later, their eyes fell back on their own fingers.But they neither explained anything hastily, nor concealed anything with a guilty conscience.

"Speak, my eloquent lady and my brilliant gentleman? You have such extraordinary courage, but don't you even have the courage to repeat it to me?"

The emotional Pettit covered her chest with her hands, and the slight lack of oxygen brought by the rising anger along with her shortness of breath made her a little dizzy.She supported the back of the chair with one hand, her eyes flushed immediately.

"Mommy..."

Aurora, who turned around slowly, was a little confused.Although she knew this day would come, she hadn't figured out how to talk about these things.

The injury in the elder's red eyes made the young girl palpitate, and the unspoken reprimand made her more tormented than cursing.With a disconnected mind, Aurora is like a puppet without strings, frozen there not knowing how to move.

Until the young man's thin back stood in front of her, silently blocking all sharp gazes.

"Ms Pettit, please allow me to sincerely apologize that you should not have heard this news now.

"As you can see: I, Frédéric Chopin, have registered my marriage with Aurora. If she still wants to, I hope to get your permission to give her a formal church wedding.

"Please don't blame her, all the faults are on me-everything she did is because of me. I proposed the marriage, I kept it from you, and I took her for notarization and signing...I love her and cannot To accept her absence from my life - as without my music and my piano.

"It might be hard for you to forgive me and accept me, but I'm willing to do it. I can't promise anything, but I'm willing to let her legally have me all.

"All the reasons are on me, Aurora is innocent, I am willing to bear all your punishments - I am sorry to ask you to endure me, scold me and even hate me, unless she drives me away, ma'am, I will not back down gone."

Except for apologizing and saluting, Chopin's back was straight and never bent.He calmly narrated with a nocturne-like voice, the words and sentences were full of peace and gentleness, but each word was firm.

Abandoning euphemism, giving up hints, clearly expressing his own wishes and thoughts, and implicitly expressing that the listener can accept the young man, somewhat subverts the girl's perception of him.

It seems that the voice and sight have become blurred, and the only thing that can be seen clearly is the strange but familiar figure in front of him.

Aurora stared at him blankly, her heart softened by the sudden relief.She might not go back because of Chopin's surname and have doubts about love, and Francois has integrated with him at this moment.

She has no reason not to love him, it's just because of the change of identity, and there are some things lying in the middle, which she can't ignore.

Pettit laughed angrily: "...Ha, sir, since you have the right and the courage to make your own decisions, why do you want me to be involved in your wedding? Even without me, you can think of ten thousand ways together, aren't we?"

Chopin silently endured the sarcasm: "Ma'am, Aurora and I have only signed in the city hall, there is no church wedding, and as a Catholic, this registration will not be valid for more than two months... This is what I am willing to pay. For the price, my 'marriage' is still in her hands, after all I cheated on her - I accept all your choices, even if you give up on me."

The young man turned around and looked at her tenderly.

The girl only felt her mind explode, and a blank space was created.

Therefore, "marriage" has never been coerced, let alone his bargaining chip.

He planned all this carefully, and he basically didn't see any religious habits, but because he was a Catholic, he gave her the right to choose again.

Only when she forgives him and confirms to accept his love again, after a wedding, they are truly engraved into each other's lives.

"Get out, sir, I don't want you to stay here any longer—"

Pettit looked at the two young men who only had each other in their eyes, got angry, and dodged to open the door forcefully.

"I don't care what your reasons are, whether you are in love or keeping your marriage contract, these are not the reasons for you to bypass me...

"Your behavior disappoints me, Monsieur Frederick Chopin, you need to re-copy the code of conduct for gentlemen ten times—love is not such an absurd excuse like yours!"

……

The sound of the door closing was so loud that Aurora almost suspected that the entire floor was trembling due to Petit's strength.

The elder rushed towards the girl angrily, and was about to start educating her when the clever little bastard held a cup of tea and blocked his throat.After a while, Petit finally took the tea with a sigh and sat down on the sofa.

"He's lying, isn't he, Aurora?"

"Huh? Mammy, what do you mean, I don't quite understand."

"The marriage proposal and the signing behind my back... That poor gentleman, I'm afraid it's because of you that he took all the blame on himself? Aurora, don't think that I can't see it when I'm old. I was surprised by the ring first. The expression on his face is surprise—according to what I know about him, he would not be willing to do something too contrary to morality. Did you not tell him at all that you did it secretly without my permission? Register with him?"

"...I thought you might not be too happy to hear about my choice, Mammy..."

"Even if I'm not happy, it's because I think you have better choices. Honey, but how could I really prevent you from being with the person you like? Besides, that gentleman is really changing for you. My recent correspondence with him is all about property bonds—oh, is it because I have a face that only refuses? He doesn’t even dare to write a sentence in the letter 'I want to marry Aurora'?"

"……and you?"

Petit finished drinking the tea, put the cup away, held Aurora's hand, and looked at her lovingly.

"You want to ask me why I did that to him just now, don't you?

"Aurora, it's very simple, what I care about is you - what are your real thoughts.

"In my opinion, you must have brought up the matter of marriage first...don't ask me why I know, I just think you may be a little impulsive about marriage—if you really want to be with him, you won't Will struggle for so long after knowing his true identity. Don't be so surprised, I knew this long ago... I made a promise with him, 'You must never reveal that you are Chopin' - François gives you a concert The ticket is for you to discover it yourself.

"I'm glad he never lost his mind. In two months, Aurora, you have to think about whether you are ready to be with him. You musicians are complicated and troublesome... But one thing I want to say first, I have a grudge against you. So in the past few days I refused to open the door to him, and all your snacks were cancelled-you can continue to be angry and not talk to him, but I remind you, no matter forgive or extend During the cooling-off period, it’s best to make an appointment as soon as possible, and don’t waste love wantonly.”

In the afternoon, Paris was shrouded in tranquility and peace.

On the small table by the glass window facing the street at LeProcope Café, Harriet stirred a small teaspoon and drew circles in her cup of coffee.Sitting opposite her is Aurora.Even though it was the girl who said she wanted to drink coffee together, she just stared blankly at the brown liquid in the cup after the coffee was served.

Harriet dropped the teaspoon, and the small object made a crisp sound against the rim of the porcelain cup.

She stretched out her hand and waved in front of Aurora, and the girl gave her some reaction.

"Hey, miss, if you stare at the coffee like this, it won't run into your mouth along the smoke... Ask me out but don't talk to me? Aurora, do you have any troubles and want to talk to someone?"

"..."

"Let me guess—is 'his' identity exposed? The concert... Aurora, I apologize to you. If I knew you would be so troubled, I should have told you the truth earlier."

"Harriet, I'm married to him."

The girl showed off the ring on her finger and managed to surprise her friend so much that he nearly spilled his coffee.

"My god, you guys... this is really... when did it happen? Did you get tricked? How could that person—"

"Harriet, it's not really a lie. After all, I went to the city hall with him... Forget it, I only registered with my real name. If there is no church wedding, the registration will be invalid. Although I am angry at his concealment, but I can't lie to myself that I like François, maybe even more after his reunion with Chopin..."

"Then what's bothering you? If you like it so much, since your Mr. F is really good in Paris, I think you can give it a try?"

"However, if it is agreed, the Catholic Church cannot divorce..."

Harriet stared at her friend dumbfounded, almost dumbfounded by her jumping thinking.

"Divorce? You think so far? Although Mr. F is indeed very lovable in the salon, he is basically insulated from the affair - if he gets married, he may be the least likely to find a lover behind your back? Wait, what are you worried about? He or yourself?"

"Harriet, I have always believed that marriage is a lifelong event between two people, and so is their relationship. If he has another person he likes, I would not bear the burden of a false marriage that exists in name only. Besides, I don't think the current I can... be worthy of him."

"Be sober, my Aurora—you haven't really been with him, how can you conclude that he will have another person he likes in the future? Such a hasty judgment of a gentleman—even if he concealed his true identity It's really wrong, but your concerns are unfair to him. And my little angel, how can you underestimate yourself like this? Do you really not know how good you are?"

Harriet poked her friend's forehead, picked up the coffee and signaled Aurora to finish it with her eyes.

"When I'm away from the stage, even though I have Louis, I still don't feel a lot of security in Hector... I think I understand your feelings. It's a sweet and annoying thing that a husband is too good.

"There will be more and more women falling for him, gradually suspecting that they have lost their value. Aurora, but you let me return to the stage and be seen again. I am no longer bothered by these things. Even one day, My marriage still ended in failure, I will not suffer, but only miss, and thank Mr. Berlioz for marrying me without hesitation when I was at my worst - able to maintain my last dignity and support myself.

"Aurora, you told me never to give up music. It's not that difficult to sing French opera. Only those who really value marriage will care about marriage. The piano is your confidence, and it's not that difficult to stand by his side—not to mention, He still loves you."

After having a pleasant afternoon tea with Harriet, Aurora went straight back to No. 38 Anting Street.

She is very glad that she has such a female friend, at least simply speaking, can also make her heart feel better.

If you like it, you will be afraid of losing it.

But if you are worried about the reality in front of you for a future that has not yet happened, it is indeed too unreasonable to worry about it.

What is recorded is history.

How can it be denied that the bonds and ties created these days are not recorded history?

The position next to Chopin is actually a two-way choice.

Except for the lover itself, no one can define it - there is no whether it is worthy or not, only whether it is willing or not.

Aurora spent an afternoon figuring out her depression, and found her direction again.

The pride of the pianist is still in his bones.Sure enough, she still couldn't accept standing beside Chopin like this, after all, she hadn't formally set foot in the music circle in Paris yet.Two months, if Paris can remember "aurora"...

The girl thought about it and just pushed open the door when she was dazzled by someone's brilliant blond hair.

"Apologize to you, Aurora, as a friend, I helped Fried hide his identity... I can't even go to the confessional for a month to alleviate my sins.

"Miss, do you need to take away the piano bench and let me kneel in front of the piano and play Liszt for you from beginning to end, in exchange for your forgiveness?"

The twitching sensation at the corner of her mouth is what Aurora feels most clearly right now.

As soon as she opened the door, she was attacked by Liszt with her pitiful little eyes, followed by an exaggerated performance that sent her directly into the clouds, and finally the critical attack of kneeling and playing the piano...

The girl waved her hands resentfully, even though she knew it was a light joke, she didn't dare to take it lightly.

If this paragraph is recorded in the little lace of history, a hundred years later, she will definitely be hammered into the mud by the fans of the King of Piano.

Look at Lister!

Chopin, Chopin, if you were going to talk like that in a concert hall, I'm sure I have no temper at all.

……

"So, you just want me to help you connect with Eral, and then recommend yourself to get a chance to perform in the concert hall?"

After the opening tidbits, Liszt no longer engaged in exaggerated performances.He was sitting upright in front of Pleyel's piano. Although he was talking, his fingers didn't stop.

He was playing Beethoven's "Piano Sonata No. 14 in C sharp minor" to the girl.

That too novel way of playing the piano was not accepted by Aurora—but she was very tricky and ordered the song "Moonlight" to be played by the pianist who delivered it to her door.

If it was someone else, Liszt might find it a little annoying.But if Aurora wanted to hear it, he wouldn't mind at all turning out this sonata that he had almost played badly and reproducing it on the piano-you know, as the real and recognized best of this piece Player, unless he is provoked by someone playing "Moonlight" in front of his face, he almost only plays it in private.

"Mr. Liszt, pay attention to your emotional injection? Don't be perfunctory to my ears."

A string of random cadenzas were grafted by the Hungarians onto the melody that was pouring down at the fingertips, and Liszt simply stopped playing at the cadence of an accent.

He blinked and said briskly: "Miss Aurora, I think we are still talking? Then I can't concentrate on it. How about we talk about the performance first, and I will play the piano for you later?"

The girl looked up and gave him a look, indicating that he was fine.

"I thought that you might be more inclined to establish a cooperation with Pleyel than Erard? Don't underestimate me, Aurora, if you want to—"

"No need, Franz, I prefer to play in a concert hall. Besides, I probably won't play Chopin in public again."

The Hungarian thought she was joking, but the look on Aurora's face told him she was serious.

After thinking about it, he probably understood what she meant.

"What a lovely angel, miss, because the real Chopin, you want to listen to his performance? You have to know how capricious that guy is. The opening concert is like forcing him to accept pain... Please forgive me, my dear." Friends, it seems that the joke is about to come true, play more Liszt in the future?"

"...Can I get a reminder, Franz? You can't just make me play a few pieces over and over again—arrangements don't count."

Liszt, who was angry and funny, simply turned this tangled mood into a slick improvisation on the keyboard.

"Write, I'll write, try to make you feel the same every day! Aurora, I think Fried's concert was great, it's a genius and an adventure to dominate half of the concert alone - you are interested in joining me Play the whole show?"

"F, Franz, you mean?"

The King of Piano slid a series of neat scratches on the keyboard with one hand, and he slightly curled the corners of his mouth, smiling like a god.

"If you perform with me, you will lose your confidence if you are not careful. I can't see those extra papers on the piano. If you are on the stage with me, I will throw away the score on the piano, all of them."

"I accept, what kind of performances do musicians who don't memorize talk about?"

"Very well, ma'am, I'm a pianist who gets easily fired up and unleashes on the keys - are you ready to see my madness, understand and follow?"

"I accept, I trust my ten fingers."

The third movement of "Moonlight Sonata" suddenly smashed a large turbulent wave on Pleyel's keys.

"Aurora, let's have a surprise performance in a week's time."

After being kicked out of No. 38 Anting Street that day, Chopin regrettably got shut down for five consecutive days.

Every morning, before Aurora's usual morning exercises, he would knock on that familiar door.After opening the door, Pettit with a bad complexion, when he saw someone coming, he would only greet him with a word of greeting, and then he would forcefully close the beautiful wooden board—just like Aurora throwing him a flower basket, he stood too much in the first few days. Closer, dodging in a hurry and almost being hit on the nose again.

Chopin sighed, and put a brown paper bag and a small bunch of baby's breath at the door.

He changed direction and walked slowly to the floor-to-ceiling windows.Through the vague veil, Chopin could vaguely see Aurora playing the piano, and he just stood by the window and listened to her practice all morning.Then he wrote down his sense of hearing, and put them together with the gentleman's code of conduct that Petit had copied into the kraft paper bag the next day, with the girl's favorite flowers attached, and put them by the door.

Chopin was faintly confused, and the repertoire that Aurora practiced changed instantly when he came in.

They are no longer personal, like pieces that would appear on the short list of a concert, and the taste is... very Liszt.

No, this is punishment.

Aurora knows that I don't like Beethoven very much... Well, this is the first time I am forced to appreciate so much Beethoven, and I have to control my picky temper and give her careful advice on "how to play Beethoven better" .

oh my god-

Holding a pen is already uncomfortable, and I have to rack my brains to analyze Beethoven... After all, he wrote the criticism in his heart on paper if he didn't pay attention.

Even Chopin, who was awakened by Beethoven's roar when he was about to fall asleep for several nights, gasped again after hearing today's tune.

Before he could straighten out the expression on his face, cold water droplets splashed on his face.

He stretched out his hand and looked up at the sky. The clouds were thickening, the sky was getting darker, and the water droplets began to become denser.

It's rain, heavy rain.The crowd without umbrellas began to run wildly on the street.

Chopin's back was pressed against the glass, and his toes were almost on tiptoe. He retracted himself into the window eaves that only protruded a few inches from the wall, and tensed his body to avoid the rain.Luckily, the Polish man, who was still wearing his hat, had already murmured something in his heart. He prayed that the heavy rain would pass quickly, or that it could be smaller...

bang bang-

There was a knocking vibration from the glass behind him, Chopin was stunned for a moment, and turned his head until he heard the tapping sound again.The sound of the piano didn't know when it stopped, and the gauze curtain was lifted by the hand playing the piano. He hadn't seen a frontal person standing in front of him through the glass for five days.

The youth relaxed his body and turned around.

He no longer cared about getting caught in the rain beyond the window eaves, he just wanted to see her clearly like this.Being so close, it seemed as if there had never been a grudge between them.

"Pika, Pikachu."

Aurora raised the corner of her mouth at her, and said something weird.

"Aurora, I can't hear what you said."

Chopin moved closer, and his breath burned a small piece of mist on the glass.

The girl looked at him quietly, her amber eyes seemed to be filled with the starry sky of the summer night.

She raised her finger, signaling the young man to look behind him.The gauze curtain that lost its fixed point fell again, covering her figure with a layer of white mist.

Chopin turned around hesitantly, and found that there was no rain falling around him.

He froze in front of Pettit who was holding an umbrella for him, his tongue seemed to be tied up, and he didn't know what to say.

"Come in with me, Frederic Chopin."

Rain always seemed to bring him some good luck.

After many days, when Chopin was able to set foot in this room again, he found that his heart was full of emotions.

"Mommy, let's have Sichuan food for lunch today."

The girl in front of the piano floated a sentence lightly, which caused the young man's hand to take off his coat to freeze.

He glanced at the clock on the fireplace, it was almost dinner time.

Is this... the meaning of inviting him to stay for lunch?

The Poles, who hadn't seen a smile for a long time, suddenly cleared their hearts.

only……

What are "Pikachu" and "Sichuan cuisine"?

The author has something to say: 【Note·op.60】

[1] leprocope: that is, "Procope" coffee shop.It was founded in 1686 by the Italian "Francisco Prompio Codri".

A very famous coffee shop in Paris, with a history of hundreds of years, its decoration is also very historical, it is recommended to go to the second floor of his house.Napoleon was one of the many notable regulars at his house.