And Chopin's days of playing the wind spectrum month

voyage after stop

The five fingers of the left hand turned into a wide-toothed comb, pushing it from the forehead to the top of the head. The blond hair was disrupted by the fingertips and fell obediently to the back of the head.Liszt let go of his finger comb dejectedly, lowered his head and buried his face in his palm.

The soft hair lost its restraint and fell down.The tarnished hair poured out just like the end of the concert, except this time, the King of Piano's exit was without flowers and applause.

It was like going through the worst stage performance ever.

A musician who can never make mistakes on the piano, every bar is wrong.

Liszt put down his hands and leaned his head weakly on the back of the carriage seat.

The long sigh turned into an illusory white mist in the carriage, and when the sound disappeared, his eyes also lost their former radiance.

Turning his head slightly, a small strand of hair slipped to his eyes.The young man remained unmoved, allowing the independent small building outside the car window to be divided by a blurred shadow.

No explanation.

Even compared to the explanation, the relationship with that person seems to be going to a more difficult situation.

Liszt's expression became more and more sad and tired.

Because of understanding, knowing what kind of person Chopin is, before more favorable evidence emerges, or before the Poles themselves calm down, all explanations will be regarded as excuses, conspiracy and sophistry-especially when this game is almost arranged. the truth.

The corner of the young man's mouth weakly evoked an absurd smile.

Mork's performance is impeccable, revenge responds to revenge, reckless madness, it really is her true colors.

"Sir, where are you going next?"

The coachman appeared in front of the car window with his hat in his arms, probably because his employer was no longer as warm and friendly as usual, and he was extra cautious when asking about the itinerary.

"Wherever you want...you just watch and go..."

Liszt's answer was so loose that it seemed a kind of embarrassment.The coachman froze outside for a moment, looking shocked.

The young man couldn't help sighing again.

His original intention was not like this, but his mood is different, and the interpretation of outsiders will change into another appearance.But at this moment, he has no time to care about other people's feelings, and it is already a difficult thing to smile at him.

Clenching the fingers slightly, the foreign object in the palm can be clearly felt.

Liszt raised his right hand, and there was a glass vial in his palm.It contains coffee beans, just enough for a day's supply for one or two people.

The aroma of roasted beans slowly revived with the temperature of his palm. He turned the bottle casually, and the store label on the bottle proved his intuition—it was a can of coffee beans with a new taste, and the portion was enough to try.

This small bottle was the second time he and Chopin broke up. When Aurora went out to see him off, she stuffed it into his hand without a trace.

Ok?

Could it be—

"First, sir..."

"Go here!"

Lister slapped the bottle against the car window, the label side against the glass.

The driver understood, and after getting closer to see the name of the store, he immediately put on his hat and fled to the cab.

White porcelain and coffee are a gentle and comfortable combination.

The dark brown liquid is more peaceful and stable against the flawless warm white background.Especially the golden brown ring on the outermost circle seems to be able to soften time.

When Aurora walked into the coffee shop, found Liszt's location and came to him, apart from the young pianist sitting silently at the table with his arms folded on his chest, what attracted her most attention was the glass of wine that was empty. Tasting coffee.

The blond man felt it.When he looked up, he happened to see the girl gently pulling the chair away and preparing to sit down.

Liszt breathed a sigh of relief, "It seems that I'm still smart, and I didn't let you go for nothing..."

Aurora smiled shallowly, "It doesn't matter even if the trip is in vain - because you are Franz, you will definitely not miss this place."

"Will he let you out?"

"I don't have my favorite coffee beans at home, so I have to go out and get some."

The young man who lowered his arms stared at the porcelain cup on the table and sighed with a forced smile, "He doubted the world, but he never doubted you."

The girl didn't answer immediately, but beckoned to the waiter, and under his surprised gaze, ordered a large... coffee beans.

"Because I did come to buy coffee beans, Franz, I just 'coincidentally' met you here." Aurora blinked, leaned out slightly, and asked him in a low voice, "I have nothing to do now Mr. Liszt, Chopin's good friend, can I ask, what happened between you?"

It was as if a beam of ice-breaking sunlight warmly covered Liszt.The dazed young man suddenly laughed, leaned back in the chair extremely relaxed, smiled and took a deep breath.The exhaustion and sadness gradually dissipated on his face, even if he couldn't say he regained his vitality, he wasn't as depressed as before.

"Aurora, Fried is mad at me, condemning me for...a certain behavior - but like I said at your house, I didn't do that."

"It was a planned, perfect misunderstanding and I can't justify myself right now."

"Would you like to hear me explain the whole story? God is my witness, I will never lie."

Aurora moved the cup of coffee to her face, and looked gently into Liszt's eyes.

"I drink coffee very slowly... Franz, the time of a cup of coffee, I believe every word you say."

……

The story is not complicated.Liszt is also a perfect gentleman—even when he is talking about his framer, because it is a woman, his words are not overly personal or offensive.On the contrary, he greatly maintained the dignity of that woman in front of another woman.

Camille Mock, now Madame Marie Pleyel, hit back with vengeance for "blocking the match" with the Hungarian pianist.

"I didn't say much about Mok breaking the engagement with Hector and marrying a wealthy piano manufacturer, even though she still interfered in the life of that poor man after marriage - Hector She has been in pain, but he is not angry with all this, so I can't just blame him as a friend... After all, Paris has Parisian rules."

"Mock is really talented on the piano. Before I met you, I might have overlooked some problems because she was like me...I don't know when she started to be interested in Freed...Maybe , even if Fried is married, his personal charm cannot be compromised-his piano has that magic."

"It's too hard to stop a Parisian lady from liking, unless she hates it herself. By the time I found out that things were out of control, she had already asked me where Fried's apartment was-thanks to me for switching places with him, thanks to us The real and false news released..."

"Mork only met me in that apartment."

"I can't change what my friend has suffered in the past, but I can change the future that my friend will encounter."

The coffee in the cup still maintains its scale.

Aurora used the silver spoon to make circles of ripples in the cup, and listened attentively to the following.

"Actually, I was a little surprised when I opened the door and found that Mork had an appointment—please God forgive me for having a small amount of revenge at that time—let her learn a lesson, which can prevent her from destroying your relationship with Fried , can help Hector avenge, and can also hit Erlard's opponent Pleyel... There is no better time than this."

"But I can't, that's a lady, I can't do it. I was going to close the door, she insisted on coming in - I swear, I just got her drunk with vodka and let her lie on the sofa overnight I slept upstairs and locked the door! But I didn't know, she actually faked the illusion of having sex with me before Fried came back in order to get revenge on me!"

"Fried thought I was going to fuck around his apartment... oh my God, that Pole doesn't listen to explanations when he's angry—especially this one, it's so ridiculous..."

The girl looked at the young man on the opposite side who was randomly grabbing his hair, and the originally neat hairstyle was messed up by him.

She didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and handed him the cup of coffee that still hadn't been tasted.

"Frantz, have a cup of coffee and calm down. Thank you for everything."

As if venting his anger, Liszt took the cup and let it bottom out in an instant.

"Frantz, I don't think Chopin is angry because of what you've done with his apartment, but because of the wrong time and place - you're friends with him, Mister Pleyel is his friend, and Mork It just so happens that she is the wife of his partner's best friend... Perhaps, he is indeed picky about the environment, but what he is really sad about should be a sense of moral betrayal. I think you don't need me to explain Mr. Poland's sensitivity. However, I have been lucky in this life to meet you. No matter what happens, our friendship will never change."

The young man's hand trembled when he put the cup, and the porcelain made a crisp sound when he touched it on the table. The girl smiled and continued to speak.

"This time, let me guard you—do you want to make up with Francois?"

As soon as she finished speaking, his eyes lit up instantly.

The best way to get the furious Chopin to listen to an explanation contrary to his cognition is to wait for his anger to subside first, and then slowly wait for the day when the truth will be revealed.

It has to be said that Liszt's intuition was very accurate, and after the incident, there were no bad rumors.When he came to visit Aurora a week later, someone didn't order him out again.

Although it didn't give him a straight look.

The nearest place, No. 38 Anting Street, is very lively.

Chopin has successively transferred some of his items here, the most important thing is his score.Liszt came more frequently, almost spending half a day here every day—in order not to add fuel to someone's fire, the reasons he and Aurora agreed to visit were "Elar cooperation matters" and "music related to performance instruction".

After all, Mr. Poland's piano lessons were once again ruined due to a bad mood, and the Hungarians were very enthusiastic to make up for a certain lady.

then……

During Liszt's half-day visit, half of the time was spent arguing with Chopin - on the issue of Aurora's piano playing style, every rebuttal was passionate and powerful.

Of course, the final winner must be the young man with brown hair.

"Aurora, are they starting again?" Petit sat at the dining table picking garlic cloves, and poked the girl sitting beside him with his elbow.

"Ah, the elementary school students are just quarreling, and Mammy doesn't care about them." Aurora waved her index finger, not even bothering to turn her head.

Obviously, I had taken the initiative to chat with myself about "the annoying Liszt" yesterday, and after listening to the "truth" patiently, I didn't deny or criticize anything. Today's Chopin is still going his own way, and his ability to harm others is getting sharper.

Could it be that the more noisy they are, the more addicted they are, and the more noisy they are, the more they have a good relationship?

Aurora shook her head at their behavior, and called it childish.

"By the way, Aurora, do you know that there has been a big scandal in Paris recently?"

"Huh? Nanny, you know, I haven't been out much recently..."

"So, it would be nice to drink tea and socialize with the girls more, and you can't pop the wood out of it even if you're bored at home." The debate suddenly became fierce again, Petit couldn't bear it, suddenly amplified his voice, and slapped the table to announce , "The wife of a certain piano manufacturer was dragged out into the street by her lover by her hair—the scandal caused by Mrs. Pleyel has already spread all over Paris!"

"What did you say?"

The rhetorical question of triple shock resounded instantly.

"More than that, the lady appears to be currently pregnant - the latest news today is that 'Mr. Pleyel refuses to admit that the child is related to him, divorce is on the agenda'."

"..."

Aurora turned to look at Chopin.The petrified Pole slowly moved his neck, and the blue glass was aimed at the lake of Geneva.

"As I said a long time ago, I didn't do anything ridiculous. That woman is really unreasonable."

"Wait, Fried, why are you looking at me like that? Don't you think that kid—God, knock him on the head, if you doubt me, why don't you doubt Berlioz! "

The Hungarian was watched as his scalp was numb. He jumped in horror and called another friend's last name in a panic.

The corner of the Polish man's mouth twitched slightly, he glanced at Liszt with a slight dislike, and pointed at the bookcase containing the scores.

"Stupid (dog)... the fifth book from the left on the second shelf, take it here and play it ten times for me."

Pleyel's office.

Chopin looked at his friend, and Camille had already lit his third cigar.

He didn't take the initiative to speak, but opened the window of the office silently, and sat quietly on the sofa with his deep friend.

After puffing out a puff of smoke, Camille crushed out the cigar on the desk.

He didn't care what imprint this high-end wooden table left, and without any regrets, he threw the cigars, which were almost worn out, into the wastebasket.

"Fried, come with me to England, Paris is too cold."

"Okay, Camille."