And Chopin's days of playing the wind spectrum month

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In sight, the dancing candlelight barely enveloped the piano.The light was not strong, but Aurora felt a little dizzy.

She squeezed the goblet tightly in her hand, unable to distinguish the smell of wine wafting in the cavity.Her body was a little fluttering, but her thinking was very clear—whether she drank the exchanged wine or said "Chopin can also become Liszt", it was her own decision.

Not impulsive.

I don't regret it.

Because she stood up and spoke, it stopped Aurora's chaotic thoughts, and she felt extremely relieved.

George Sand, the name first appeared in Aurora's mind when she knew that François was Chopin.

In her impression, female writers almost occupied the second half of the piano poet's life.She is not a person who likes to lose her temper. Chopin's "deception" did not make her angry for a long time, and more time was actually spent on correcting her own cognition.

It takes courage to like Chopin.

Aurora does not lack this courage, especially if she is sure that she can accept any subsequent development.

But there are some deviations in accepting and facing, at least seeing Sang suddenly on such an occasion, Aurora was indeed shocked.

She couldn't quite distinguish her inner feelings, and this subtle uneasiness was relieved when Chopin sat down next to her, and when she listened to him playing the nocturne, she did find peace... She didn't want Mrs. Dagu's arrival, and let her Her heart was in turmoil.

In the dark, hearing is infinitely enhanced. In addition to the delicate sound of the piano, Aurora can also hear the whispers of the countess and the female writer.

"George, are you surprised to hear this nocturne? I made arrangements so that he could play it for you... You've been anxious about writing lately,''Isn't it a good cure? Ah, also Pair it with your favorite drink..."

For some reason, the short words caused Aurora's heart rhythm to become unbalanced.With a dry mouth, she picked up the cup and poured it directly into her mouth——

It's wine, maybe I took Chopin's glass by mistake...but it's just right, as long as you're drunk, you don't have to think about it.

The alcohol worked quickly and was much stronger than what had been tasted in Berlioz's house.

Aurora still remembered that it was raining heavily that day, and when she was hiding from the rain, she was so drunk that she fell asleep directly, leaving Chopin alone to listen to the rain.But now, she seemed to be drunk, but she could distinguish every touch he landed on the keyboard.

The candle was rekindled, and the light reappeared. When Liszt sat at the piano and replaced the statement with rhetorical questions, the joyful rising end sound was so proud and proud.

This time Chopin replaced his counterattack with silence.

But Aurora couldn't, she would rather go to him than stay in the audience.

Aurora gradually stopped her gaze on Chopin who was beside Liszt.She didn't even need to look closely to guess the expression on that person's face.

The Polish poet should really want to leave the scene and answer Liszt’s rhetorical question—just as she wants to escape from this table, and doesn’t want to be swayed by the inexplicable emotions in her heart.

But Chopin couldn't do that, and Aurora couldn't let him be misunderstood in the spotlight.

Although she knew that Liszt's words were not malicious at all—the Hungarian was probably aroused to be competitive, and just wanted to show off that he could perfectly copy anyone's piano sound.There is nothing wrong with the words, it's just that the timing and occasion are wrong.

Chopin would not answer this question, because he could never have become Liszt.

This has nothing to do with technology, but the reluctance of aesthetic aspirations.

"Mr. Liszt, you probably forgot that I am also a 'Chopin'..."

I'll do whatever you don't want to do.

This is the way I love you.

How to describe this song?Liszt asked himself silently in his heart.

The king of piano, who has always been knowledgeable about music, can't find the right vocabulary at this moment.Or maybe this idea only exists in his mind for a second, and he would rather listen with his ears than think about it now.

Aurora's hands converged into a long river with musical notes on the black and white keys.

If it has a name, it must be Volga.From a trickle to a rushing wave, the waves gathered by time are stirring with the sound of crashing on the shore.Siberian winds, hawthorn trees in the field, stretches of birch forests, ice and snow covered in the subarctic zone... all converge into a continuous long stretch.

From delicate and sensitive to surging and ecstatic.Half flamboyant and half deep, under steady control and drunken pouring... How did those powerful notes and shocking melodies come out of her ten slender fingers?

This is a new piece that has never been heard before, the paradigm of the sonata, the content of the concerto, and the same genius.

Liszt felt lucky and unlucky at the moment-fortunately, Aurora always brought a certain surprise to people at a certain moment, and he happened to catch up; Lal, can no longer fully express its beauty.

"Okay, Aurora..."

After the end of the first movement, the pause of breathing is infinitely lengthened by a sentence.Liszt angrily glared at the source of the sound, it was Chopin who stopped Aurora from playing.

"Fred, what are you doing?"

"Keep your eyes open, Franz, she can't go on!"

Chopin's suppressed voice was full of hidden anger.Liszt looked at Aurora belatedly, only to realize that something was wrong with her

Except for the fine beads of sweat on her forehead—this was caused by the excessive physical exertion of the song just now, after the performance was interrupted, the girl relaxed instantly.Her eyes were blurred, her hands were slumped on the keyboard, and she looked at the Pole with her head tilted, her face full of confusion.

"I... can still play..."

The aroma of the spirits drifted away with Aurora's words, and Liszt's pupils dilated slightly, with a look of astonishment.

"Aurora, you are drunk... Be obedient, there is no need to continue playing the piano, because we are going home..." Chopin comforted the girl, then turned his head and called Harriet, "Mrs. Berlioz, please come and help me help her down... ..."

Liszt stared blankly at Aurora being taken away.

Before he could react, Chopin turned back and whispered in his ear.

"I told you... Franz, you promised me never to serve her wine!"

"..."

Friends left one after another, and Liszt looked down at Aurora's original position.Mrs. Dagu stood behind Sang, and suddenly there was a tray on the small table... It seemed that everything that puzzled him could be answered in an instant.

Although this answer made him feel extremely absurd.

"Mary, I reminded you specially."

Sure enough, the Piano King really didn't like salons much more than recitals.

He probably couldn't like it any more.

"Don't go home, go for a walk! Francois, the villain, don't let me play the piano, and don't let me and my good friend press the road... Harriet, let's go—"

"Ah? Alas!"

Chopin watched silently as Aurora picked up Harriet and ran away.Drunken people are more naive than children, and they are so free-wheeling that they can't communicate at all.

He finally knew how touching it was when she fell asleep on his shoulder when she was slightly drunk last time.From today onwards, he will announce that the wine cabinet at home will be locked, and only one key will be left for him to keep.

"Why are you still standing there, Mr. Chopin, let's go?"

"..."

"My wife has been abducted by your wife, can't you condescend to walk with me? If you don't leave, they will disappear!"

"..."

Chopin sighed and reluctantly accepted the fact.As soon as he took a step, someone behind him immediately stopped him.

It's Liszt and San.

After everyone's eyes flicked back and forth, they agreed that there were two more people in the walking line.

……

Chopin was surprised that Liszt's lost intelligence and sensitivity were only delayed for a short while, and then returned strangely.

The equally proud man did not argue this time, and apologized directly and sincerely-although in Liszt's nature, he was not stingy in admitting mistakes.But at least now, Chopin's unhappiness has been relieved a lot.

Before Chopin could speak, Liszt slid towards Berlioz like a fish and discussed the orchestra with the Parisians.Sang, who was originally traveling with him, was left by Chopin's side, separated by a body.

After walking a short distance, Liszt and Berlioz clearly walked ahead, as if deliberately leaving space for those behind them to talk alone.

"Do you have anything to say to me, Ms. Sang?"

"Is it so obvious?"

"Your 'partner' is Liszt. I think it's hard to pretend not to know. Although I don't know much about you, I still know that walking with us on such a night is not what you would do. thing……"

"People who don't know me, but say things that are considerate of me, it's really a drama... I remember, sir, you are not the kind of person who would do this, why didn't you take her away by force?"

Chopin didn't reply, but silently stared at the girl who was walking crookedly in front, his eyes were full of tenderness.

"Your... madam, seems to be afraid of me..."

"Sorry, Ms. Sang, what did you say?"

After subconsciously biting her lips, Sang's words were blocked in her throat by Chopin's understated apology.

"Forget it, just pretend I didn't say anything... Sir, if you really... love someone, please don't give them a chance."

Sang's words seemed to mean something.Chopin had a vague premonition, and was about to say something, when a clear singing voice floated in front of him.

The group of four who were walking stopped at the same time tacitly. They almost stood in a row and were not straight. All eyes were locked on the Poles.

Because, Aurora is pulling Harriet, pointing to the night sky and singing loudly——

"The kings of the world live on the mountain.

"Broad vision, but no dreams.

"They don't know how we look up at the bottom of the mountain;

"I don't know, the secular world rolls around and we are kings."

Liszt nudged Berlioz and said, "Is this an excerpt from a new opera, Hector? Harriet taught her?"

After thinking about it for a while, the Parisian replied, "I don't know... But there seems to be no such style of music in Harriet's plays."

"The kings of the world, do whatever they want.

"To have it all, to be alone as usual.

"In the High Castle, there is no peace of mind;

"All the beings at the foot of the mountain are singing happily all night."

Sang glanced at Chopin out of the corner of her eye, "Listen to the lyrics, it's an interesting song. Is this lady... drunk?"

Chopin didn't respond, just the serious shimmer getting brighter.

"Experience love, comprehend life.

"Day after day, night after night.

"What's the point of living if you just bend your knees to eat.

"Time flies like the wind, the most important thing is to enjoy life.

"As long as it does not violate common sense, there will be no painful memories."

The sound of gasping for air became the main theme of the three men.

But Sang happily whistled and exclaimed "noonfaitl" aouronvitvie, jourarèsjour, nuitaresnuit (we make love and enjoy life day and night)!I like this lyric, very much. "

Hearing this line of lyrics, Chopin, who was originally smiling gently, suddenly became terrified.Pausing in his footsteps, he stared at Aurora's crooked back, as if he had been thrown into the Siberian ice sheet.

The Polish quickly rushed over, grabbed the culprit and covered her lips lightly, looked around in a panic, and heaved a sigh of relief after seeing that there was no one wandering around in the quiet street at night.

"Bastard François, don't let me play the piano, don't let me sing...I'm so sad..."

"...Aurora, don't make trouble, I'll play the piano for you, I'll sing for you, okay? As long as you behave obediently, walk back or take the carriage?"

"Oh, so sweet... the walk is not over, you sing?"

"..."

"Liar, then I will continue to sing...the kings of the world—"

"Honey, I swear we won't have a wine cabinet in our house!"

……

Sang watched everything in front of her calmly, the actions and actions of the person she had been watching subverted her cognition.

She sensed someone approaching, without raising her eyes, she knew it must be Liszt.

"Nice picture, isn't it, George?"

"Well, it's like in the novel."

"You... Finished talking to him?"

"No, I didn't say anything. After seeing this scene, even if it's a pity, I don't want to mention it again."

Liszt did not speak, but patted Sang on the shoulder.

He heard her raving like a breeze, leaving no trace after crossing the border.

"He has always paid attention to his appearance, and he will never walk with a drunk person... But now, he has someone who can let go of the external shackles. Franz, I will only do what I am sure of, including love .That person's heart, if you hand it over, it will be very difficult to change it."

The next day, when Aurora sobered up from a hangover, the first face he saw was Chopin, who was so calm but so solemn that a tsunami was brewing.

Those fragmented memories suddenly revived in her mind piecemeal, making her suddenly want to jump out the window and escape.

"Have you anything to say to me, my dear lady?"

"Ha, ha ha... talk, talk, dear sir, would you mind... taking a trip with me?"