And Chopin's days of playing the wind spectrum month

[Secretly sealed file: About the "little thing" of meeting father-in-law and mother-in-law]

No matter why Chopin is unwilling to recall that day, he even tried his best to brainwash himself, taking everything that happened that day as an illusion, and only accepting the consequences left over from that magical memory-as the first meeting, he left a very important memory for the other party. Under the "deep impression"...

—Of course, it’s the non-positive kind.

Although he doesn't know how many parallel time and space there are, Chopin is sure that the Liszt in each time and space is extremely annoying, and it is simply troublesome.

No, God asked him to follow the principle of fairness: the future with Aurora, plus the lovely Charoline, should be exchanged with the accompanying Liszt.

For the sake of cutting, let alone the gadget of the century called "electronic door lock".

……

For Chopin, adapting to modern times is not particularly difficult.

Although many facilities and tools are indeed magical beyond his imagination, as a musician, piano and composition are his priorities—as we all know, instruments like the piano have basically not changed much since the basic system was determined; and composition This skill can be completed in a short time as long as you have paper, pen and brains.

The electric piano and software composition are not mentioned here, which are beyond the scope of Mr. Gu's acceptance.Although Liszt mentioned it—someone is very interested in it, especially the latter.

Chopin didn't take it to heart, after all, Hungarians like these strange gadgets, and after all, he is really not good at writing orchestras and he doesn't want to be here.

Anyway, with Liszt around, what kind of software does he use to compose music? It’s convenient for him—if he writes a piano concerto in the future, he can completely leave the orchestral part to him, and the Hungarians are still good at this.

This is probably one of the few flashes that Chopin discovered from the Hungarians after he got used to seeing Liszt every day.

If people live like this, except for the occasional quarrels due to different musical concepts, Chopin in modern times is sweet with Aurora, with Charoline, and Liszt. Happily staged.

Of course it didn't work.

Mr. Curious, who has long been accustomed to being helped by good people to deal with the trivial things in life in advance, was finally aroused by playing with him for a door lock.

It was a flattering sunny day, and Chopin had just returned from a walk outside. In a good mood, he raised his finger happily and pressed the password to open the door on the electronic touch panel of the door lock.

He had already memorized the melody that was circling in his head a dozen times in his heart, and he just wanted to go to the piano to verify it.

"wrong password."

Miss Electronic Tone spoke indifferent words calmly and gently.

Chopin was stunned for a moment, then carefully entered the password with the heavy hand—this time he pressed a number in two seconds, making sure that there was absolutely no mistake or mistake.

The same words sounded again, and the door remained motionless.

Although I seldom use the password, I should remember it correctly...

Do you want to shout for Liszt to open the door?

Such... an embarrassing thing?

When Chopin retreated to the courtyard, he heard the sound of the window on the second floor being pulled open when he was in the midst of a battle between heaven and man whether to do the ungentlemanly thing of "calling the door".

The blond-haired young man was sitting by the window, the sun was dancing in his hair, his handsome face seemed to be covered with a blurred filter, making him seem between reality and fantasy.As a result, any painter who sees such a scene can't help but take out his sketchbook to record this beautiful picture.

Just as Chopin was about to speak, he saw Liszt making a move.

The Hungarian lifted the square silk scarf with his right hand, the tulle was blown up by the wind, and it landed on his fingertips like a bird. His expression was resentful, and his eyes drifted to the distant distance.

"Oh, Romeo, Romeo! wherefore artthou Romeo?

"Denythy father and refuse thy name;

"Or, ifthouwiltnot, bebutswornmylove,

"And I'll no longer be a Capulet."

It's Romeo and Juliet.

What is Liszt going crazy again, when did the guy who can't even speak his mother tongue well besides French also dabble in English?Wait, Liszt heads to the theater?Or a Shakespeare play?Isn't that guy holding Berlioz Amway's "Faust" can be ignored?

"Mr. Liszt, can you please take pity on me who is out of the situation and tell me what is going on?"

"Fred, call me 'Dear Franz,' and I'll open the door for you."

Wink with a sunny breath flew straight down from the window, and Chopin quickly moved a few steps because of the chill.

His face turned blue, and he glared at Liszt.

"What? Are you out of your mind?"

"Just 'Dear Franz'—how hard is it to admit our relationship? Tsundere Fred?"

This bastard, as soon as he was given some warmth, he mistakenly thought that spring was here, didn't he?

Is it revenge?Revenge him to spray your grievances indiscriminately for another Liszt?

"Open the door, don't play with him!"

"I didn't play with him, why don't you beg me? As long as you say please, I will open the door for you?"

……

For God's sake, Chopin stood outside the door very stubbornly for an hour. Finally, Liszt opened the door weakly and promised a series of unequal treaties before ending.

For God's sake, Chopin approached Aurora in private, and gave full play to his strong thirst for knowledge, which he had never shown easily, to understand all the functions of the electronic door lock.

For heaven's sake, Chopin spoke to Liszt, who had the brain of a paramecium, revealing his gloomy and treacherous face...

Aurora and Charoline went out early on something, while Chopin and Liszt were alone at home.

Hearing the sound of the door opening and closing downstairs, Chopin, who had finally waited for these opportunities, dropped his pencil and rushed downstairs in an instant.

He called up the control panel, stepping on his pounding heartbeat, dancing his fingertips quickly, and changed the password without thinking about it.

Chopin spread out Alkan's collection of works happily, and the lively notes printed on the paper also showed his heart.

He didn't close the music score until the door rang several times to remind him that the password was wrong, and he couldn't hold back his mouth anymore.

"Even if you beg me to open the door a hundred times, I won't open the door for you!"

"..."

"Hey, why are you yelling at the door with such energy? Are you also acting in a play?"

Chopin turned around stiffly, and Liszt was blinking at him with a steaming cup of coffee.

"You... didn't you go out?"

"Ah, I opened the door and suddenly wanted to drink coffee, so I closed the door and went to the kitchen. Wait, it's not as naive as wanting to get revenge on the last time I—"

"Who...is that door? Aurora and Charoline?"

The picture board was flashing, and a clear picture outside the door suddenly popped up: a handsome and steady German gentleman, and an elegant and gentle Oriental lady, and the source of Charoline's eyebrows can be found in these two... …

The two young men by the door swallowed nervously.Unfamiliar voices converged on the words from the loudspeaker hole.

"Huh? Akasha, if I remember correctly... this is our daughter's address, right?"

"That's right, Noah, I'm pretty sure that's where Chacha and Al live..."

After the gentleman and lady in the picture talk, the man's deep eyes seem to be able to penetrate the space and shoot straight at the two young men behind the door.

"Then, it's up to you to explain who the stranger hiding behind the picture board is, and why he looks like a half-owner in my two daughters' house?"

Very well, the first time I met my father-in-law and mother-in-law, there was a big mistake, or they shut the door.

Chopin's hand closed the door. At these moments, his hand trembled as if he had Parkinson's.

……

As a pianist, Chopin doesn't have a good tea art, and Liszt only makes instant coffee.The wife is not around, and the Pole, who entertains his father-in-law and mother-in-law who has never met, feels more nervous than the first time he is on stage in Paris.

He closed his eyes and poured boiling water into the cup.He didn't have a head to make tea, so he chose a tea bag - an exquisite afternoon tea cup, and the tea soup and tea bag were delivered to the couples together. The picture looks so weird.

"Mr. and Madame Dworklin, I am Franz Liszt, a pianist who has never returned."

"The champion of Xiao Sai who is called this Hui character is not considered as 'no return from home'."

"Sir, have you heard my performance? You—" Liszt was just about to start talking excitedly, because a foot kicked his ankle quickly, the young man in pain turned his head and glared at the people around him, and spoke in a low voice. Dissatisfied after being cut off from speaking, "Oh, why are you kicking?"

Only Chopin reluctantly and awkwardly smiled at him to greet him.

Mr. Dworklin, who was Charlotte's biological father and Aurora's adoptive father, was immediately unhappy.Judging by how familiar these two are, I'm afraid that the little treasure from the former's family has already been stolen.

The teacup in his hand was suddenly full of bitterness.

Noah kept him cold, suppressed the anger in his heart and forced himself to divert his attention: "This gentleman's name is 'Franz Liszt', how about you? Shouldn't the head be called 'Frederick Chopin'? "

Chopin saw that the person's face was unkind, and he sat upright. After a moment of thought interruption, he replied stiffly: "François Pisson... sir, my answer."

Liszt's cat-like big eyes conveyed the shock of "it can still be like this".

"Ha...'François' is Chopin's middle French, isn't 'Pisson' just a reorganization of Chopin's surname? Mr. Pison, your spelling is really bad—how did Orr get along with you? Acquaintance? I think that although she likes Chopin, she wouldn't do something against me just by clicking back?"

"..."

The two antique gentlemen from the past chose silence tacitly.

Noah took a deep breath, the tea in the cup shook, and he took out the doubts that were still suppressed in his heart: "What is your relationship with Chacha Orr? Lovers?"

"Charoline is my fiancée—"

The tea lid sits crisply on the teacup.

"Aurora is my wife..."

The teacup was thrown on the coffee table indifferently.

Noah stood up, his fingers were active in the air.He unbuttoned his coat, stretched his arms, pointed to the piano room, and spoke indifferently.

"Ha, one Liszt, one Chopin, they are very good... One of my daughters is a violinist, and I don't know much about the piano; the other daughter has been idle for too long, and maybe there is a deviation in the corresponding level of knowledge... I and Their mothers are not yet old enough to be blinded, deaf, and trembling, so why don't we re-acquaint ourselves on the piano?"

For the first time, Chopin and Liszt hesitated about the practice room.

They pretended to see each other, and noticed the same problem when they were each other——

Oh, my father-in-law and mother-in-law are going to test our piano... In view of the operation they just locked out of the door, what posture is the correct way to play this piano?

The author has something to say: Happy New Year's Eve.

Happy new year to everyone in advance.

Thank you for finishing this story with me, and I hope we can all start over in the new year.

"Write your names three thousand times", I will cash it out on Weibo when I get home after the festival.I am not a good author, thank you for the remaining little angels who spent these months with me, and accompanied me to finish this book that is long on my three-dimensional pain (I really can’t write anymore, I will have a chance in the future , I will open a separate small collection for you to write the modern chapters that have not been written).

I have no other wishes for the New Year, I just hope that if I still write articles, I will not let you down again.

May those of you who like classical music be treated with tenderness by the world.