And Chopin's days of playing the wind spectrum month

future and past

A week later, the two musicians finally secured a contact address that would be useful to their friends in Paris, and their residence in Mallorca was changed from the House of the Winds to a monastery, long-term.

This abandoned Catholic Carthusian monastery in Valdemosa was discovered by Aurora and Chopin during a walk.Inside were an elderly maid, a church deacon who worked part-time as a handyman, and a Spanish political refugee couple.

It didn't take too much time and energy to negotiate the residence matters. When the piano arrived, they lived here simply and happily.

The scenery near the monastery is very pleasant, but due to the location, the light here is not good.

When he first saw it, Chopin used "a huge coffin" as a metaphor for his new residence.Despite the dust on the roof and the simple furnishings, Aurora has the power to turn decay into magic.In just one day, she bought a bunch of old and practical wooden tables and chairs from the small town, and replaced the dilapidated rattan furniture in the room—thanks to the gift of the Lord, the composer no longer has to curse that piece of furniture. Poor lame little table, "It's so difficult for me to click a note head".

The room was tidy and orderly, plus the Pleyel piano was delivered, and the closed and rarely disturbed working environment was accompanied only by the sound of the wind and birdsong. Chopin fell in love with this working environment completely.

Without the pressure brought by the crowd, a person's restlessness will be dispelled by Aurora who can be seen at any time. The weird and gloomy monastery is infinitely strengthening his creative inspiration...

"Francois, I'm going out to change the strings of the guitar, and I'm going to add a few more sets by the way."

The knock on the door made Chopin stop his pen and look up, and Aurora picked up the guitar in the door frame to talk to him.

A guitar is a gift from a youth to a loved one after leaving the campfire on the coast that day.

Except for the piano, his favorite sound when playing the guitar, it just so happens that her guitar score is so cute, and it just happens to give her an instrument, the small keyboard can have a little breathing space - of course, after the piano is shipped, when he is working , she can also be less boring.

"Go, honey, I'm just about to finalize the draft here, so I won't accompany you to the town."

"It doesn't matter, the distance is not too far, just treat it as a walk alone."

"When you come back, I'll play the piano for you."

"That's it."

Just as Chopin was about to continue revising the manuscript, he suddenly remembered something, and quickly turned around to stop Aurora who was about to leave.

"My dear lady, can you please... lock me up?"

"Ah? Lock what?"

The young man pointed the pen tip at the door, and his voice was as pure as a transparent crystal.

"Lock it—don't let me out until you come back; and don't let anyone see me but you."

Aurora stood under the eaves with her guitar in her arms.She stretched out her hand, and the pillar-like rainwater was divided into two sections by her fingers, flowing down the back of her hand along the gap between her fingers.

The rain fell suddenly, and the trails in the town had already been trampled out of the mud by the crowds rushing to hide from the rain.She was very glad that she was not accompanied by Petit on this trip, otherwise when she returned to the monastery, the words of the nun crying about the tragedy of her skirt would have echoed into a symphony.

Although it was showers, it looked like it would still be raining for a while.

Aurora withdrew her hand and wiped the water in her palm on the skirt.She misses modern women's clothing very much at the moment, at least wearing trousers will not be regarded as an alternative by conservative town residents-she can happily go home in the rain.

No, I still have a guitar in my hand.

Aurora had no choice but to give up this idea completely, and listened quietly to the sound of rain falling.Suddenly, a certain rainy night in Paris once appeared in front of her eyes-when the rain just started, she dragged Chopin to run in the streets.After finding shelter from the rain, she fell asleep with the sound of rain on her pillow next to him.When she woke up, he shielded her from the rain on her head...

What is the significance of coming to Mallorca with Chopin?

Aurora closed her eyes.Separated by the rain within a short distance, it is by no means impossible to see each other again, but she suddenly started from the heart, thinking about him like crazy.

Francois, are you, okay?

Chopin sat at the table, staring dreamily at the window above.

The ink dripped a black dot on the paper, and judging from its dried state, he had been in this position for a long time.

I don't know when, when the musician noticed that the light in the room was dimmed and the air was contaminated with water vapor, he had already missed the beginning of the rain.

But miraculously, from that moment on, Chopin's attention was shifted to the subtle sounds outside the window.The rain curtain weaving diagonally in the distance, the baptism on the nearby treetops, the knocking on the glass by the window... in his ears infinitely back and forth and zoomed into the distance.He was attracted by this uncommon sound and was addicted to it for no reason.

Rain in Mallorca doesn't seem to be any different than rain in Paris...

Chopin, who had just flashed this idea in his mind, denied this conclusion in an instant.The rain in Paris is never so free. The houses lined with trees are not like the broad Mallorca, and the rain will not be blocked by too many bricks and tiles—even if there are forests and grasslands here, the sound of them falling to the ground is gentle.

But there is no Aurora in this rain.

The composer stared at the ball of black ink on the paper, and his thoughts fell to the rainy night deep in his memory.He could still recall all the details of the rain falling and shattering, Aurora's breathing rate and body temperature, and her whispering "I like it" without an object.

The aura is like a certain drop of rain, but because of a coincidence of a gust of air, its falling point changed from the land in front of the monastery to the window above Chopin's head.

He threw down his pen, quickly dug out some manuscripts from the pile of manuscripts on his left, quickly reviewed them, and went straight to the piano.

Drop your finger, touch a key, and make a sound.

—Music and rain blend.

There is no need to look for it deliberately, and without any predictive hints, the muse suddenly meets him on the piano, and the phrases are completely sung in black and white.

—It's in the key of d-flat major.

The sound of the piano stopped, and Chopin returned to the desk like a gust of wind.His hand holding the pen trembled into trembling wavy lines, neatly but carefully recording the momentary inspiration.

The music didn't fade from his mind, and he was delighted to fill in the gaps that had been missing for a long time or were vacillating.

Aurora, where are you?

Come back soon - I have a piece of music that I want to show you.

The moment Aurora unlocked the door, she was dragged to the desk by the excited Chopin.

The young man pointed to the manuscript papers in the middle, and the sea blue in his eyes was full of waves.

The girl immediately understood what he meant, put down the guitar amusedly, motioned for him to let go, and then untied the mud-stained skirt.

"Francois, do you want me to appreciate with my eyes or with my fingers?"

"!"

Aurora's proposal made his eyes shine even brighter.Chopin clearly chose the latter, having already grabbed the scores and carefully arranged them on the stand.

When he was standing by the piano with expectation, he realized that his lover had made the same choice as Liszt who was far away in Paris.

Brand new sheet music, manuscript.

Appreciate with your fingers, sight-reading.

The composer was apprehensive and looking forward to it, he couldn't predict what kind of performance he would hear.Although I really don't want to admit that Liszt does have a unique talent in this area, but...

Chopin watched silently as Aurora sat down in front of the piano, hesitating whether to ask him to play it instead—after all, he had just finished the piece, and it seemed like a harm to change it now.

"Hey, you finished this prelude? That's great..."

Seeing her stroking the notes on the music paper with her fingertips, he couldn't help thinking that in Dresden, she also treated the etudes like a treasure.

My heart softened again, and I didn't even have time to taste her strange exclamation.

piano sound.

The quiet melody seems to take a moist breath, falling in my heart bit by bit.Clean and transparent, light and ethereal.The eighth notes that run through the whole piece are well controlled, just like small raindrops falling on the eaves or window lattices, and the light and round drops break into thousands of crystal notes.

Breath, phrases, legato, pedals... even a certain sentence is not handled freely according to the beat, it is logical, and it does not destroy the sense of march and flow.Aurora is emotional, but not exaggerated and pretentious, only expressing rationality, gentle and deep.Chopin likes such an appropriate emotional outpouring, just right.

No, it should be said to be almost perfect——

It is as skillful and perfect as if it has been played thousands of times.

"Your wife... is afraid of me..."

Sang's voice suddenly flashed in Chopin's mind.He knew that Aurora invited him to travel to Mallorca, so persistent that he was almost paranoid.He could feel some inexplicable uneasiness in her smile...but these things he hadn't delved into, when she played to the middle and latter part of the piece, and the emotions that gradually piled up, along with his notes Yes, expressed along the fingertips.

The sound of the piano echoed in the air with an aftertaste, and slowly dissipated in the small holes in the surrounding walls.

It wasn't such a high-spirited song, but he saw her burst into tears.

Chopin had many doubts.

"Aurora, what did you hear?"

"I have seen extreme suffering and bliss..."

The young man gently sat down beside the girl, suddenly he no longer wanted to care about those doubts.

Whether it was when she first met her, she was so unfamiliar with his music that it was like a dream encounter.It was the second time I saw her, and she could play his etudes on the piano freely.Or maybe she couldn't hide her familiarity with his music—even a piece he had just finalized.

She said that what she heard was extreme suffering and bliss, which is the best answer.

"Francois, I'm afraid... I'm afraid that because of me, this song will disappear..."

"'I love Chopin', whether it is the past or the future - with your intelligence and sensitivity, I think you should have waited a long time for what I am going to say next..."

Seeing her wipe away her tears, he took a deep breath and smiled in relief.

The beating of the heart seems to be the same as the pendulum of a metronome, even when playing the heaviest notes on the keyboard, it is extremely clear.

"Although it is absurd, I am indeed from the future a hundred years later... Your song has imprinted on my fingers."

"But I'm real—in the past and in the future."

"This is what I have never had the courage to say, the biggest secret of 'Aurora'."

"Can you... still accept me?"

She lowered her head, staring at the keyboard and rubbing her fingertips.

He looked up to the window, and after the rain, the dazzling beam of light cast brightness into the room.

Chopin suddenly laughed.

He ruffled Aurora's hair very unchopin.

"fool."