And Chopin's days of playing the wind spectrum month

【Lepiment d'Espelette】

The watery blue eyes were set in the red eye sockets, and the crystal teardrops kept moistening the gentle eyelashes, and then slid down along the arc of Chopin's face.

The young man grasped the clean white napkin again, covered his lips, and wiped away the traces of the milk just now.His eyes never left the girl. In the straightforward and sincere gaze, every affectionate brilliance in the sapphire carried a trace of grievance.

Probably the same as a young Persian cat huddled on the couch, staring at a soft blanket with its head buried in its front paws.

It cocked its small ears and spoke with only two protruding blue eyes.

I see pity.

Aurora's lips parted slightly, and she almost spoke out under the temptation of Chopin - it is undeniable that when this man consciously mobilized his personal charm, just like the warm and sunny Liszt, people could fall into his pace every minute, I completely forget myself and fall into the intoxication.

A strange sense of guilt began to pervade and hover in the girl's heart.

Seeing the splash in the young man's eyes, she began to wonder if this deliberate punishment was too heavy, and even felt a little bit of regret.

oh shit-

I really overestimated the taste of the piano poet. After all, this man is so fond of ice cream... I feel unwilling to let him go like this, but I can't treat him so that he doesn't have lunch...

He sniffed softly.

She sighed helplessly.

Aurora didn't sit down, but turned and went to the kitchen.After looking around, she picked out the salad ingredients that had been prepared in the vegetable basket, quickly pulled out the knife, peeled and washed it.Like walking on the keyboard, the knife is fast and steady, with an even rhythm, leaving a long section of finely shredded vegetables.

Since you don't want to eat meat, let's eat grass, Mr. Rabbit.

After quickly mixing the salad, the girl who was just about to leave with the plate thought about it, stared at the white and blue color on the porcelain plate for a while, and finally surrendered and made a new one with another vegetable.

There is a price to be paid for cheating on girls.

Even if I'm almost on the verge of forgiving you, you're going to suffer a little, Monsieur Chopin.

Back in the dining room, the first thing that catches the eye is the awkward appearance of the young man sitting on the chair, almost close to the back of the chair.He seemed to be trying to distance himself from his table.The fish on the plate did not move at all, he pursed his lips tightly, and Sisi stared at the devilish lunch on the table, silently protesting.

Aurora removed Chopin's impossible-to-touch dinner plate and placed the salad in front of him.The young man came to life in an instant. He happily picked up the fork, but after seeing the ingredients of the salad, the smile froze on his face again.

celery.

She knew very well that celery salad was never a salad to someone—it was grass, the worst kind of grass.

The girl, who observed everything from the corner of her eye, sat down gracefully and happily. She deliberately put her plate of salad in front of her, just intruding into the young man's sight.

The emerald-like green silk is particularly green and healing against the red soup.The girl continued to happily eat fish fillets and tender beef that were not authentic enough, ignoring the pitiful eyes of the people around her.

lettuce.

She also knows it's an ingredient in someone's favorite green salad.

The fork was picked up resentfully, and seeing that he showed weakness again and was not paid attention to, Chopin had no choice but to accept his fate.

——At least celery is an angel compared to the screaming fish surrounded by peppers, isn't it?

In the future, absolutely never make Aurora angry.

The young man was thinking like this, just as he gritted his teeth, the crisp and tender celery sang in his mouth while squeezing out a fragrance that could not be ignored.The fingers of Chopin's left hand resting on the table involuntarily began to tap on the table due to trembling, trying to maintain his facial expression and not let his facial features twist into a ball.

After he swallowed the first mouthful with difficulty, Chopin noticed that Aurora put his face in his hands and "watched" him eating the salad with all his attention.

Very good, the young man who raised the fork stared at the vegetables in front of him, and he didn't dare to move, neither eating nor not eating.

"puff--"

The girl laughed lightly, and when she saw him turn his head to look over, she didn't dodge or dodge, and openly admitted that she was just losing her temper and deliberately made things difficult for him.

The young man's brows and eyes softened in an instant, and the straight lip line also curved. As long as she can be happy, he doesn't mind at all.

Plate changes.

The celery salad was dragged in front of her by Aurora, she put the lettuce salad lightly in front of Chopin, and began to focus on her lunch again.

"Aurora..."

When the girl turned her head, she was putting a big mouthful of celery into her mouth.

When the young man saw her like this, the burning in his stomach seemed to dissipate into a gentle warmth.

"Nothing, just wanted to say 'thank you' - Aurora, for all."

……

The thrilling lunch finally returned to its original warmth and ended peacefully.Two young people sat at opposite ends of the sofa.

Facing the light of the floor-to-ceiling windows, Chopin held a sheet of music, carefully marking and annotating it.One by one, the thick music paper in his hand was slowly transferred to the sofa beside him. In the original clean five-line blank space, there were more elegant French words in pencil.Aurora leaned comfortably on the soft pillow, resting her chin with one hand, quietly watching the extremely focused young man.

Even without words, they fit into each other's worlds and become an inseparable part of each other.

"Aurora, I'm done. Do you want to... start piano lessons now?"

Chopin arranged the score, put away the pencils, and just as he signaled Aurora to go to the piano, she shook her head.

The young man who had already stood up was slightly stagnant. After all, the girl's will was very firm.At this moment, he couldn't figure out what she was thinking, and he began to feel uneasy again.

As if she had finally rested, Aurora slowly got up and walked towards Chopin.She took the stack of music scores from his hand, held them on her arm, and began to look through them one by one.

The brown-haired Polish man immediately took a deep breath. Being reviewed by his beloved, he completely lost the confidence in his deep understanding of music as a mature composer and pianist, and wanted to escape.

The girl was not perfunctory, she was carefully reading the thoughts he had left on the paper, sometimes stopping to verify with her eyes closed.He saw that her complexion was not serious, but her eyebrows and eyes were more relaxed, and the uneasiness in her heart was transformed into sweet joy.

"When I was in Dresden, I had the opportunity to own the sheet music that you annotated..." Aurora hugged the stack of sheet music in her arms, and finally spoke to Chopin again after many days, "But unfortunately, I didn't have the identity and the position to ask to keep them - that was the closest I was to Chopin, but I couldn't have 'Chopin'."

Anxiety once again swept the young man's heart, he eagerly wanted to deny her, but was blocked by the girl's soft index finger.

The index finger on his lips told him to keep quiet and just listen to her.

"I love François. I also love Chopin.

"I'd like to be caught forever by François's ring finger. But Chopin, I'll go to him by myself."

She put down her finger, took out a ticket and handed it to him.

"Listen to my piano as I listen to you, Frédéric François Chopin."