And Chopin's days of playing the wind spectrum month

【Commitment·Response】

It is already the third day.

Aurora looked at Petit's back and sighed silently.

Ever since Wodshinski's return to the lodging café, something has been wrong with Petit.This sense of weirdness was instantly detonated and escalated when Mammy taught her to see the marriage contract that her young lady dropped on the dining table.

Anger and guilt produced an incredible chain of chemical reactions in Pettit.It was the first time for Aurora to see such a straightforward expression on this nanny's face since she traveled through time—disagree, disapprove, and not allowed.

This was also the first time she received a resolute negative answer from the elder.

Although Aurora had explained everything to Pettit in detail, even frankly explaining the mutual assistance agreement between her and a certain fiancé, the elder decided that it was justified: her lady should not come to Dresden, she was simply hurt. All wronged.

But at any rate, after recent efforts, the teaching nun finally eased most of the hostility towards the poor signer—after all, the source was in the Wodshinski family, and the young lady had a lack of information due to her own reasons, so she thought she would get her surname back It is the mission she must complete...

So, Ms. Pettit began to introspect. Except for the necessary service and communication, she gave her time to God.

Therefore, Aurora could only look at the back of the elder holding a cross and piously repenting, and sighed helplessly.

Until the old shopkeeper knocked on the door and told Eurolawo that someone was looking for him downstairs, which was related to Wodshinski.

Seeing the elder, the girl immediately threw away the cross, straightened her clothes, and stood behind her in the blink of an eye.

Aurora raised the corners of her lips, and hearing the footsteps following behind her, she went downstairs with peace of mind.

……

Two Bank of France bills of the same denomination were handed over to Aurora, which was exactly the dowry she requested.

The girl casually glanced at the amount on the bill, raised her eyebrows, and at the same time heard the message from the messenger: The Waldshinski family had left Dresden.

Aurora instantly understood the other party's hint, and she and that family have their own joys and sorrows from now on.

"Mommy, you can use the part left by your father for our living expenses. I think this part can be used freely?"

"Of course, dear, you needn't worry about it just now."

"That's good. Mommy, I'll go out later."

"Go out? What are you going to do?"

Petit looked at Aurora who had run to the cafe counter a long time ago, writing and drawing with the pen and ink on the table, unable to understand her intentions.

I saw the girl raised the receipt, took out one and wrapped it up, with a casual look of understatement.

"Go and deliver this, I should be able to catch up... to that 'Mr. François Pisson'."

"what--"

The storm that had been suppressed for a long time came at this moment. Petit ran to the door quickly, forgetting the etiquette in his bones, and blocked the door with his arms open.Her eyes were instantly red, and her voice was almost screaming.

"You are not allowed to go anywhere today!"

This was the first time that the young girl saw such turbulent heartache from the elder.

She probably knew why Mammy had been so weird since that day.

Aurora's heart suddenly turned into a clear spring.

She walked over slowly and gently hugged the elder - this was the first time she showed such an intimate gesture.She felt Petit's body tremble, her arms were trembling but stubborn, but in her neck, a drop of warmth dripped down.

The girl's embracing movements became more and more gentle, and the elder's eye sockets were full of pearls, everything was completely relieved in this hug.

"My dear mother, this is the end of everything, let's start a new life, shall we?"

"I didn't suffer. I gave half of the dowry to Mr. Pisson, which was the promise I made when he took me away from Wodsinski-he also promised to help us find a suitable residence in Paris. I think you Absolutely don’t want me to be a dishonest person?”

"I understand your concerns, but it really doesn't matter. If there is an emergency, then Mr. Pisong probably secretly expressed to me that the engagement is void—you see, I only spent this little money to redeem my marriage. The freedom is so worth it."

"Nurse, I promised you that I will be able to support you well, and I can definitely do it."

The stubborn arm finally hangs down, and after many days, the elder finally embraces her treasure again.

Chopin leaned against the window in the carriage, his body swaying as he moved forward.

His other hand was on his knee, and the beautiful waves shone in the calm blue.In his hand was an open letter, and a note from the Bank of France.

The promise that was never taken seriously by the young man was never expected to be fulfilled by the girl in this way.

He still remembered her panting and knocking on the window of the carriage that was about to drive to Paris, throwing this thing into his arms when he opened the window, stepping back a few steps with a contented face, beckoning the coachman to go quickly, laughing Looking out of the car window, he looked surprised.

"Bon voyage—I'm waiting for you, Mr. Pisson."

Chopin’s last memory of Dresden is that the girl stood there against the light, and the carriage gradually distanced them. He saw the sun dye some of her dark hair into gold. Silhouette of a wagon shouting.

The brown-haired pianist can't help but smile with a smile that would make ladies in Parisian salons squeal.

Aurora wrote the request on paper, and Chopin had sent a letter to Paris a few days earlier.I believe that some warm-hearted Hungarian will look at his poor friend and personally help him find the most suitable place to live. Considering the career of his fiancée, he specifically emphasized that there must be enough space for a piano.

The happy Pole was sure of this, and when he returned to Paris, he might be able to send the address and the port key to the girl who stayed in Dresden.

It's just that this bill made him feel a little overwhelmed, and even felt hot.

She paid him nearly half a year's income, and did not give him a chance to refuse at all-you know, since 1832, the income of this musician in exile in Paris has reached the dividing line between the well-to-do and the wealthy class of Paris residents[ 1].

Chopin decided to use the money to pay Aurora's rent.

Maybe he can ask Liszt to come out for a walk, and add some necessary furniture to the residence of his fiancée—although Hungarians occasionally deviate from their music aesthetics, at least their vision is never bad.

After returning to Paris, it seems to be busy for a few days.

Still, it doesn't seem to be a bad feeling.

Chopin smiled and brought the note to his eyes.

It can be seen that Aurora was a little anxious when she wrote the message.She doesn't seem to be good at writing the continuous strokes that everyone is used to. Even if she writes quickly, the handwriting is very recognizable.

He refolded the paper and put it in his coat pocket.Suddenly remembering what she called him, her fingertips froze slightly.

The girl remembered that they didn't need to use honorific words in their conversation, but she only forgot to call his name when saying goodbye.

Pisson, not Chopin, but Chopin again.

The young man's sigh disappeared in the shadow of the receding trees.

"It's 'François,' Aurora."

Paris.

The carriage stopped at No. 5 Anting Street, and the doorman who stayed at home immediately greeted him, and took Chopin out of the carriage with his hands.

"Master, didn't Madam come back with you?"

"lady?"

Chopin stopped at this word, the doorman had followed him for many years, he was loyal by nature and never liked to talk too much.

"Sorry, sir, the old servant may have misunderstood it. Mr. Lister came to visit you yesterday, and I happened to give him your letter. He opened it on the spot and patted the old servant on the shoulder and said, 'Henry, your master wants You're married'. I thought you'd get back with this lady..."

"Frantz Liszt!"

The Pole's good mood was swept away, and someone's name was almost squeezed through his teeth.

He knew that the letter to this person must be written more carefully, and he should blacken that word!

In Paris, if you want to keep a secret, you must be careful not to give away the clues in front of the blond Hungarians-Liszt knows, almost as much as the whole Paris knows.

Oh, it's worse than making a piano bark[2].

His unreliable vest is probably already crumbling.

"Henry, I'm going out for a while—I want to know how many people have shared this 'good news' with the most kindhearted Mr. Lister in the world!"

"Don't struggle, Fried, it's no use asking—I went to the salon last night, and I probably know everything I need to know..."

Liszt nestled on his own soft sofa, hugging a pillow, facing the turbulent gaze of his best friend, with a look of what you can do to me.

Probably because he has long been used to the unpredictable temper of a certain Pole, and he can always find the most suitable way to put out the fire.

"My God, 'Chopin is actually engaged'! How long do you think this news can be hidden? Those people are more terrifying than spies when they are serious. Besides, I am happy to be engaged, and you have to be so awkward."

"Could it be that you have also learned the omniscience and omnipotence of the Holy Lord? May I ask which eye of yours is happy to see me?"

Liszt turned a deaf ear to Chopin's sarcasm, pointed his slender fingers at his radiant eyes, and retorted: "With these two eyes, I can see between the lines of your words. You asked me to find a house—— For her, you actually wrote a whole page of housing requirements!"

He threw the pillow aside, and continued to add: "Isn't it better to be honest, my dear Mr. Chopin? Don't worry, even if the world knows that you are engaged, they don't know who your fiancée is. I have been keeping this to myself. "

After receiving a stare from his friend, the blond pianist watched him sit next to him.A secret smile rippling in his lake-like eyes.

"No. 38 Anting Street, dear Xiao, what do you think?"

"Franz Liszt, please don't make me doubt our friendship—that's the new address I'm moving into!"

"But you are a fiancée, and she has come to Paris with you, shouldn't she live together?"

Liszt asked his friend back in surprise. He saw Chopin's newly rising flame suddenly extinguished, but he was speechless in the end when he wanted to argue.

"Frantz, it's a bit complicated... I can't live with her." The Pole sighed, and he looked at his friend with a complicated expression, "Aurora doesn't know that I am Chopin, and I must never play the piano in front of her— —but how can I not play the piano?"

"My dear Xiao, is it really you? You, unexpectedly, got engaged to someone and set up an identity!"

"Yes, Monsieur Leeds, please remember that your friend, I, is now 'François Pisson,' a professional writer."

Laughter exploded in the sofa like fireworks.

Chopin rolled his eyes and looked at the ceiling, ignoring the hilarious behavior of his friend lying on the sofa with no image.

"God, writer! Hahaha, God knows how hard it is to get you to fill a page in French, I was stunned when I got your last letter - you said you were a writer? I will now to you I am looking forward to what kind of 'big book' I will write."

Liszt wiped the water from the corners of his eyes, and looked at Chopin eagerly.

"Please be sure to introduce me to her when she comes to Paris. Is she called 'Aurora'? I want to see what kind of magical power she has, so that my husband can write willingly!"

"..."

Silence spread, and the sudden silence made Liszt wonder if he had touched some taboo.He stopped laughing and was about to change the subject when he heard a belated response.

"Piano." The Polish voice was clear and ethereal, "Frantz, I want to hear her play the piano."

Liszt couldn't help but straighten his sitting posture.

For friends who have long been worthy of the title of "Piano Master", this answer is enough weight.

"pianist?"

"It's 'half a pianist' and 'the second player I'm satisfied with'."

The absurd phrases and thunderous comments made the blond youth's lips part slightly.But seeing his friend's gentle expression because of the memory, he could only take a deep breath to calm his mind.

He should have known earlier, he only had music, piano and someone in Poland in his eyes, how could he suddenly choose to enter the marriage process - there must be someone in his world who can talk to him.

O pianist, girl!

If there is such a car dealership, he is willing to fully sponsor and pack the lady to Paris tomorrow.

Liszt's eyes were burning, and he finally understood the intention of his friend to put an identity on him.It turns out that Mr. Chopin, who is basically insulated from gossip news, has such advanced skills in talking about love.

"If you want to hear her play the piano, go and listen, François Pison, and I will do my best to help you."

"Give the number 38 to Miss Fiancee—are you going to switch places with me for a few weeks, or hide in a hotel for a while? Don't worry, after tonight, all Paris will know that Mr. Chopin has moved!"

Waiting is always the easiest way to pass the time and make people anxious.

Even though she knows that this era cannot be compared with the 21st century and that information transmission is not easy, Aurora, who is counting the days, is still getting nervous.

Until the letter crossed the mountains, rivers and fields, from Paris to Dresden, and was delivered to the recipient in the early morning light.

The letter with the address and the Paris city map attached to the letter were all spread out on the table.

The young girl hugged the elder again, and the joy was expressed in her arms.

"Mammy, we can go to Paris!"