And Chopin's days of playing the wind spectrum month

【It's not Chopin, it's Pichon】

"I'll take you to Paris."

God, did I hear you right?

My poor proposal, which I barely looked back on, got answered, yes!

Aurora felt like she was dreaming.Every step she took on the road was full of lightness and vanity.

The matter was resolved as expected, and everything developed as expected. It stands to reason that she should be happy-then she just needs to wait for the day to go to Paris and pursue Chopin's music.

But she said that she couldn't ignore the concern in her heart, as if everything she experienced now was illusory.

The gold coin in the palm of his hand was warmed up, but the texture of the metal brought Aurora back to reality.

She subconsciously looked at the people around her.

There is a difference in stature from the young man, and the girl can only see the profile of the young man.Compared with the front face, his side face has a few more resolute lines, and the bridge of the nose is not straight, but under this folded corner, the lips are extraordinarily soft and beautiful.

What the hell am I looking at!

Aurora squeezed the hand holding the gold coin tightly, and turned her head to drive the young man's face out of the retina, but remembered the image of the fluffy curls by his ear dancing with the steps in her mind.

Golden Louis is equivalent to a Chopin piano lesson...

What can I give this person?

"Here we are, miss."

A gentle male voice gave a reminder, and Aurora came back to her senses, and found that he had led her to the small chatting coffee table in the music room.

The girl subconsciously searched for the stack of music scores she had packed, and there were no traces of them where they were originally placed.

May Chopin's score be treated with the best.

After praying secretly again, Aurora noticed a line of sight quietly resting on her.She immediately raised her head and smiled shyly at the waiting young man.

"Sit down here first. I'm going to get my engagement letter, and I'll go to the owner to borrow some ink. Please wait for me here for a while."

He led her to sit down in a gentlemanly manner, stood in front of the low tea table and explained to her where he was going, and only left after receiving her nod.

Quiet returned to the hall.

Aurora was finally able to breathe properly, such an experience was too exhausting.She put the gold coins into the pocket of her skirt, and after hearing a slight bump, she suddenly realized that she seemed to have missed something.

Thinking of Sister Petit's exhortations, and what happened in the Vodshinski mansion, the girl snorted softly, and immediately decided not to send this small item out.

—whatever it is.

Spreading out the marriage book again, Aurora carefully smoothed out the creases on the parchment on the tea table.

This is an unused marriage contract, except for a few empty congratulatory sentences modified by countless beautiful words, everything is blank.

Of course, the herringbone that wrote this deed is very beautiful, and the handwritten font is twisted and twisted, but to some extent, the paper is stained with human touch.

Not signed.

Only then did the girl realize that she had been chatting with that man in the rose garden for a long while—oh, he was going to be her fiancé soon, and she didn't know his name yet!

Snapped--

The right hand that could only play a beautiful melody on the piano landed on the forehead.

Aurora who slapped himself fiercely, let out an embarrassed and annoyed smile.

The sound of slow, relaxed footsteps gradually sounded in the corridor.

The girl immediately sat upright, staring at the marriage contract as if nothing had happened, and waited for the person to come.

Well, that person wants to sign anyway.

It's time to get to know each other again.

As soon as Chopin entered the door, he saw Aurora sitting upright in front right.

Missing only a pair of wings, she would have been an equal replacement for the angel statue that stood on her fireplace.

He couldn't help being a little amused.While he was away for a short while, the young lady was discussing some strange issues in her mind, and instead made herself very nervous.

He walked over, nodded, and chose the sofa chair opposite to sit down.Chopin's movements are light and natural, fully taking into account the time for the other party to adapt and adjust, without distracting his eyes.

He placed the ink stand in the middle of the tea table, and picked out a dip pen stuck in a small pen holder by the side of the stand.After confirming the condition of the pen tip and dipping the ink, he handed the pen to the girl.

"You can think about it one last time, I don't mind if you go back on your word now, you know—"

Chopin wanted to give the other party another chance to think carefully, but Aurora rejected him with action.

The girl simply took over the wooden carved penholder, neatly grabbed the marriage contract in front of the young man, and signed her name on the two pieces of paper without hesitation.

"I will never regret it!"

Now, it was Aurora's turn to hand him the pen.

Well, plus two marriage deeds that only owed his signature.

His fiancée—he was almost qualified to call her that now—had an offended expression on his face, which really resembled the chubby larks on the branches in his memories of Poland.

If it weren't for the restraint of etiquette in his bones, he might have laughed out loud on the spot.

After receiving the marriage certificate, Chopin picked out the one that belonged to Aurora, and stopped writing as soon as he signed a letter.

As a matter of habit, if he hadn't reacted quickly, he would have written two Fs in a row, then drawn a big C, and signed his name in one go-signed "FF Chopin" on this piece of paper?He had a premonition that his fiancée, Miss, would collapse on the spot.

He smiled and raised his gaze slightly, but unexpectedly caught someone stretching his neck to take a peek on the spot.

Their eyes collided, and the girl turned her head guiltily to look at the beautiful patterns on the porcelain on the display cabinet.

Chopin had a premonition that this lovely lady would definitely bring something different to his life.

He has always been conservative.But this time, a curiosity tempted him to take the risk.

With a change of pen, the Polish musician decided to change his identity.

After all, my father said, "If you meet someone you are interested in", you should try it out.

Chopin handed the deed to Aurora, and picked up his pen to sign his own.

"F...F..."

"What's the matter, miss, is my signature illegible?"

He heard her reading his name intermittently without a complete syllable, and asked with a smile.

But the other party shook his head like a rattle.After hesitating for a moment, he faltered and gave him an answer.

"No, just, your habit of signing... like Chopin..."

His heart skipped a beat, wouldn't the identity he just put on be seen through on the spot?

"It's not the name, though. It's just that 'F', sir. It's really too much like his style."

She was a little dazed, and even raised her finger to trace the initials of his name along the handwriting in the air.

All this fell into Chopin's eyes.

What kind of person would he be, who can master his piano pieces skillfully - can grasp the soul in the pieces without hearing his performance, can't connect him with the "Chopin" on the portrait[1], but puts The style of his signature is so familiar that he seems to have known him for a long time?

He couldn't think of it for a while.

But the process of uncovering the answer will not disappoint.

The young man hesitated for a moment, and signed his real name on his marriage contract.

After he dried his handwriting and rolled up the contract, he saw the girl leaning forward at the other end and handing her hand to him.

"Then, let's get to know each other again, Mr. 'Fiancé'?"

He smiled and gently held her fingertips, took out the roses from the pocket of his coat with his left hand, and placed them on her head.

In the garden, the first thing he noticed was her empty black bun.

It's inconvenient to return that hair tie at this moment, so it's just right to use flowers instead.

"Hi, Miss 'Fiancee', may I know your name?"

The respectful words representing distance were replaced, and the body temperature belonging to another person permeated the fingertips.The red color of the rose overflowed, dyeing her fair face crimson.

His fingertips seemed to be on fire.After she finished shaking hands with trembling, she quickly drew her hands behind her back.

"Aurora Waldsinska, is... a half-pianist."

Regardless of her lovely voice like Mozart's melody, just the use of this quantifier is enough to make him happy again.

Can a pianist use half a rhetoric?

Today, his lip line is a little out of his control.

Wait, the introduction wants to bring a career?

Chopin froze in place.

"Francois Pichon [2], let's say a ... writer [3]."

In desperation, he blurted out the alias written on the marriage letter.

He also put on himself, the vest he was least likely to wear.