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【Piano·Pleyel】

"piano?"

"Yes, the piano. François, how can there be no piano in the pianist's room?"

With her palms folded, Aurora watched with satisfaction as the light gathered on the floor like a spotlight.She turned around excitedly, just about to open her mouth to continue talking to her fiancé, but found that he was silent in place, as if deep in thought, even the wind outside the window stopped making noise.

The girl was a little surprised. Did she say something that made people think deeply?

Wait, piano?

Virgin Mary, Francois is not a perfectionist, he took my joke seriously——

Could he really be blaming himself for not preparing a piano for me?

"Francois, the piano is my joke!"

"Aurora, I thought you would probably bring your usual piano?"

Eagerness and gentleness collide, although they are not in unison, but the actual effect is more comical than in unison—the two young people's slightly opened eyes reflect each other, and they actually interpret what it means to "look at each other".

"... Are you kidding me?"

"No, I mean, the piano was mentioned to contradict you and nothing else at all."

Pisong's response made Aurora breathe a sigh of relief, as long as the gentleman didn't misunderstand.But what he said made her miss the tone of her walnut grand triangle that had been separated from her for hundreds of years.

Bring that Petrof [1] over here?It's even more fantasy than time travel.

She walked up to him and said helplessly, "I probably won't be able to play the piano I'm used to in this lifetime... So, Francois, I'll buy another one..."

The girl who recalled the past did not realize that the young man's eyes lightly landed on her.He watched her look at the bright light spot in the hall again, his heart skipped a beat, and he blurted out two words without thinking.

"Erard, Pleyel."

"Well, what did you say?"

Mr. Bisong spoke too softly, and Aurora couldn't hear clearly, so he had to open his ears and get closer.

The young man raised the corner of his mouth, lowered his head and patiently raised his voice to repeat his answer.

"I mean 'Herard' and 'Pleyel'[2], two of the best piano makers in Paris—if you're going to buy a piano, you'd better pick one of the two."

Surprised light swayed in Aurora's eyes, and her fiancé raised his eyebrows, and his joyful mood suddenly became even higher.

"Ellard's sound stage is more suitable for concert halls, and Playel may be better for private occasions. But these two piano shops happen to be across the street, so it will be very convenient for you to choose a piano... um, Aurora? "

"François, do you play the piano too?"

The female voice asked enthusiastically, she even held up the right hand of the man in front of her, and her burning eyes fell on the back of his hand so straightforwardly.

"I...how can I play the piano? Aurora, I'm a writer, I can only use a pen - definitely can't play the piano!"

The young man's voice immediately rose an octave, and he quickly withdrew his hands behind his back, like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

On that hand, Aurora only had time to see the well-manicured nails and the thin calluses on the side two joints of the middle finger.

No other details could be collected because of the short time.

"Really? Then why do you know so much about the piano?"

The squinting girl pressed on every step of the way, and the young man's attitude looked very suspicious.

"I... I'm just...well, I have a friend who can play the piano well - that's what he told me once!"

"You see, these are the things I'm really good at—my writing, my manuscripts."

Aurora watched her fiancé take a few steps back guiltily, then swayed to the dining table.He picked up the brown paper bag and patted it. The sound from inside confirmed his words—it was a stack of manuscript paper.

Just as she was about to say something, she was interrupted by the youth's slightly exaggerated performance.

"Ah——my dear fiancee, I spent so much time with you that I even forgot that today is the day I should submit my manuscript!"

A quick hug that was almost comparable to lightning surrounded him. Before Aurora could recover, Mr. Pisson was already standing at the entrance and waving goodbye to her.

"Please allow me to resign first and go to put out the fire of the impatient publisher. Remember, there is no need to look at the piano except Erard and Pleyel."

As soon as the dazed girl raised her hand, the youth's figure completely disappeared in front of the door.

She had no choice but to wave goodbye to the air and hesitate to finish.

I... didn't suspect Francois?

Is there any necessary connection between being a writer and being able to play the piano?

Why does my fiancé... from the back look more like fleeing?

Aurora, who was dazed for a while, slowly moved to the dining chair, and thought carefully about this issue with her chin resting on her hands.

Could it be that François himself was shy?

After mentioning the manuscript, he didn't really want me to read his work in front of him - after all, we haven't known each other long enough?

"Yes, it must be so!"

The girl's right fist hit her left palm, and there was a resounding resounding sound.

"To Pleyel's, quick."

Chopin jumped into the carriage, put the bag of manuscripts on his lap, and pressed his right hand to his chest.He didn't feel his heartbeat return to normal until the horse pulled the carriage to turn around.

It's really "exciting"!

The young man took a deep breath and lowered his hands trembling.

In order not to expose himself, Chopin purposely used all the score manuscripts in kraft paper bags to distinguish Pisson from the wandering pianists in Paris—usually, he would use a special score folder to store the works before handing them over to the publisher.

Coupled with the few documents prepared, this silent cover-up has basically no shortcomings.But who would have thought that before someone leaked the secrets and endangered himself, he would throw himself into chaos first.

Oh, the piano—

How can I give advice to a pianist!

Chopin fumbled to find the white gloves in the carriage, and put them on after several attempts.The fingers were protected by soft satin, which gave the Polish a little sense of security.

He quietly closed his eyes, clasped his hands and hung on the paper bag.

It should be... rounded, right?

How about...don't see her anytime soon?

Amidst the sound of horseshoes, Chopin secretly made up his mind: first exchange this pile of scores for equivalent francs, and then ask a shrewd businessman to treat him to a meal to calm the shock, and finally go back to someone's apartment and use his Erard [3] Complete today's piano practice...

Before his inner deer returns to the jungle, he should avoid the limelight and only communicate with his fiancée, Miss.

……

Sitting on the sofa in Camille Pleyel's office, Chopin, who had let his mind go, quietly waited for Pleyel's helm to arrive.

The two were partners as well as personal friends—at least since the days when the Poles wandered to Paris.Therefore, in this office, young people are already familiar with it and cannot be more familiar with it.

No, the servant has already served tea that suits his preferences.

The moist feeling of the liquid revived the thirsty mouthpiece, and Chopin savored the sweetness in his mouth carefully until the cup of tea bottomed out.

Frowning slightly, the young man put down his teacup.

Camille, who was always well-bred, had never left a visitor alone for so long.

After Chopin carefully checked the date in his mind, he confirmed that he did not remember the wrong date.

"Hey, Fred, why are you here?"

"Why am I here? Camille, it seems that you don't want these things in a hurry?"

Hearing his friend standing by the door asking questions, Chopin didn't turn his head.

He pointed at the paper bag on the table expressionlessly, probably someone who came late had forgotten that he himself had invited someone to meet here.

"Oh, my dear friend, you know that Mrs. Pleyel has been thinking about your new work for a long time—do you want to see if I can't come in tonight?"

"What's with me?"

Camille rushed over from the door immediately, hugged the paper bag and sat down behind the desk, opened the drawer and put it away like a treasure, then rested his arms on the table calmly.

"Okay, now nobody can take my sheet music away."

"Let me remind you, sir, that it is yours if you pay for it."

"What a disgrace to the francs? Don't you wonder why I'm late?"

"Not curious. But I don't mind if you apologize to me in francs."

The young businessman sitting behind the desk didn't care about his friend's words at all. He ignored the indifference of the Poles, and shared with him what he had just seen with great interest: "You know what? I just heard the sound of the piano downstairs in the corridor—— Your piece, I thought it was you trying some new pianos below. No, I was late just to let you play to your heart's content, who knows it's not you at all. "

"Think I'm... trying the piano?"

"Yes, that man's C major is very similar to yours... Now that I think about it, he also played a few pieces of Franz's music-yes, if you are, you will never use his music for the piano test!"

The brown-haired young man squinted his sea-like eyes, and wanted to criticize the behavior of a group of friends with a smirk, but when Camille said that the piano player downstairs was very similar to Chopin...

If there was such a person in Paris, he would only believe that she had come to the piano shop.

"Have you seen the piano player?"

"No, Fried, I thought it was you?"

No, what a coincidence, right?

The young man denied the answer that was most like the truth in his heart, but his appetite was whetted by it.After all, he had just mentioned Pleyel's piano to his fiancée—thanks to God's blessing, he had a clear purpose today, and he was not taken away by the piano downstairs... It's just that the action was so fast, and the tit was so eager for the piano strong?

"Camille, are you interested in listening to her piano with me again?"

"Um - wait, her?"

Chopin tidied up his clothes and showed an angelic smile, not caring at all that his friend who was sitting upright became stunned in seconds.

Here is Playel Piano Shop!

Holding the wide-brimmed hat on top of her head, Aurora looked up to confirm the logo above her head: PLEYEL.The font of each uppercase letter is very gentle, with one or two small dots dotted at the end of the pen, full of French elegance and playfulness.

This is the store, which is exactly the same as the nameplate of the later Pleyel.

In the huge floor-to-ceiling glass window, the signboard of Eral opposite is vaguely reflected.But the girl didn't pay attention to the image on the window at all, all her mind was attracted by the pianos in the piano store's exhibition hall.

They are all red apples in the Garden of Eden!

Aurora pushed open the store door excitedly, the light woody smell of the piano wrapped her tightly, and the joy from the soul almost made her speechless.

Looking at a line of grand pianos of various sizes, the girl couldn't help sighing that she was in heaven.

These are Chopin's royal pianos[4]!

"Miss, do you want to see the piano?"

"No, I'm taking the piano home."