And Chopin's days of playing the wind spectrum month

【Link to His and Her Nocturne】

"I want to take the piano home!"

What kind of restraint is needed so that the surging emotion in the chest will not be poured into the sentence, and it will only be turned into a sigh of happiness?

Aurora doesn't need to know.

She just knows that all her time now is dominated by these beautiful, classic, elegant wooden instruments in front of her—

She must choose a piano that fits her musical soul, take it home, and never give it up for the rest of her life.

The girlish dreamy lace hat was taken off, and Aurora put it in front of her body.The clerk who received her took a step forward and asked softly if she needed help putting away the hat.The girl shook her head and refused, she was more used to having her things by her side.

The hat can be placed on the piano or beside the piano bench at any time, so there is no need to bother others—at first, she thought this kind of female accessories were really cumbersome, but she had to raise her hands in surrender under Petit's eye attack, and put it on obediently on it.This is the nineteenth century, and it would be extremely disrespectful for a lady to wear a hat when she goes out—if she hadn't escaped fast enough, the nun would have even asked her to wear a small parasol.

The clerk looked at the female customer secretly, smiled and tried to lead her to the upright piano on the other side.

"Sorry, all I want to see is playing the piano," Aurora stopped, pointing to the grand piano by the window, "not upright."

Although the upright piano is small and exquisite, which greatly saves the exclusive space required by the grand piano, there are still many differences between the two.Even in modern times, there are many upright pianos under well-known piano brands that "let players have the experience of playing the grand piano", but their sound field and feel are almost completely different.

What's more, I can play an upright piano well, but I can't find my inner voice on a grand piano.

Pianists will always demand the highest standards.

"Then... Miss, do you need a luthier? I'll help you—"

"Thank you, but no need. My piano, of course, is the one that the contestants and ears like the most."

The clerk blinked and watched in amazement as the female customer walked towards the piano, put her hat on the piano stool, sat down and opened the piano cover, and suddenly changed her aura.

——That is what can distinguish her from everyone in an instant, and it is something that only a real pianist can have, she is absolutely confident.

Chopin's "Etudes in C Major" reverberated into splendor in Pleyel's piano shop.

People in the hall at the moment, whether standing or sitting, all looked sideways when the piano sounded.

The luthier caught a glimpse of the scene where the newcomer pointed at the grand piano, his newly stepped foot stopped in mid-air, and he stared at the window in disbelief——

Take this piece for a piano test?Still playing so majestic and smooth?God, what kind of courage is it to encourage me to try the piano sound for her?

The luthier silently took back the shiny leather shoe and let himself immerse himself in the girl's notes.

This timbre is so beautiful that it can be described as divine, it is so enjoyable... He swears that he never thought that the dark brown piano with wild wood grains beside the window could produce such a charming timbre.

At the end of the music, the luthier was still savoring the lingering aftertaste, but the next phrase made his scalp tingle—it was Liszt's "Etude in F Minor".

He widened his eyes, and the clear but quick note swooped down before his eyes, and passed his ears like lightning, and the high emotion instantly aroused his inner shock.

Is this really the F minor etude that made him collapse in front of the piano at the very first line?Why can a girl play it so easily?

It should have been known earlier, as long as the goal is clear, as long as the grand piano is in full view, the girl who can immerse herself in her own world and try the piano with Chopin and Liszt pieces, how can it be an ordinary person!

This crystal-like timbre, just played casually, seems to be more advanced than the performance of the boss's wife-Mrs. Pleyel[1] is the lady who can play the piano best in Paris.

The luthier's heart beats almost like the andante on the metronome, especially after the sound of the piano stops abruptly.

What, stop playing?Sure enough, Liszt's piece is still too difficult, right?

Carefully swallowing the secretions in his mouth, he staggered at the girl's crisp words.

Seeing her shaking her head, he said regretfully, "The violin doesn't quite meet my standards. Change to another one and continue—I want a 'performance level', please show me."

Now try it out, what's wrong with this piano?I even think you play it ten times better?

The luthier parted his lips slightly, his thoughts seemed to be paused, and he could only turn his eyes mechanically, staring blankly at the girl's fabulous performance on the piano.

One after another, from "Xiao Lian" to "Li Lian", the hands are so steady that the expressions of each piano's phrases are carved out of a mold.

It was his greatest honor to be a luthier in Pleyel's piano shop.But now, at the touch of those enchanted hands, all his pride was gone.

God, it turns out that some people were born to play the piano;

Teacher, I seem to see a musical angel playing the piano today!

Can't find it, really can't find it.

After trying one piano after another, there were fewer and fewer pianos to choose from, but Aurora still couldn't find the most suitable sound.

These clavichords[2] are really worthy of being instruments left behind in the times.

The purely handmade objects are full of strange uncertainties: after jumping out of the modern piano system and the absolute standard of size, it can be described in various ways.The size of the piano, the number of keys, the character of the timbre...all are freely changed according to the preferences of the luthier.

There are no vacuum-cast cast iron plates, no strings that have been improved through a century of technology, and even the weight of the keys is a bit uneven...but they can produce special sounds, and some pianos have a particularly flavorful sound-but just , It was a little bit worse than her request.

The pianos of the [-]th century are simply too individual. Each piano has its own temper, which needs to be adapted and adjusted.They are challenging to play, and the process of finding your own sound on them is like unwrapping a present.

Aurora had already experienced this surprise on the upright piano in the Dresden café.

Use Chopin's C major for the piano test, listen to the tone ratio and transition of each register during the arpeggio run, and verify with the left hand whether the sound of the bass is solid.If Xiao Lianyi can get it right again, then she will use the first few lines of Liszt's F minor to listen to the purity of the piano.

Either it is excessively dissonant, or the sound is easy to mix... She can hardly imagine how Chopin and Liszt can maintain their hearing and musical aesthetics with such a piano.

"Are there any other violins?" Aurora asked tirelessly.

She will never be tired of picking the piano, but she is only afraid of searching thousands of times but not finding the voice of Chopin that fits her heart.

"Miss, you have played all the best in the store... The best in the Pleyel showroom can't satisfy your picky ears?"

The clerk who followed Aurora all the way wanted to cry.If this young lady hadn't been carefully choosing the violin, she would almost suspect that this person was thrown over by the Eral Violin Store across the street.

"Really, no more?" The girl's amber eyes seemed to lose their luster suddenly.

"...Why don't you try that one," the clerk hesitated, pointing her in the direction, "That one is 'special', Mr. Pleyel decided to move it to the concert hall , but no one has come to move.”

In a remote corner, the dark brown piano lay there unobtrusively.

It has no extra fancy decorations except for the hollow rattan pattern on the music table. The curves of the piano legs are soft and simple, and a trace of warmth and elegance can be glimpsed in the subtleties.Only when you get closer can you see the delicate texture of walnut on the shell, and the wood and sealing paint brew a forest aroma.The black keys of red sandalwood, the cold astringency of the white bone patch came from the fingertips, and the restlessness in Aurora's heart was instantly soothed by it.

The physique is nearly nine feet, and the number of keys is not too many.In a pile of carved beams and painted buildings, inlaid with gold and silver, it is like a silent singer.

"This piano..." Just as the clerk was about to say something, the piano began to sing.

Warm golden chant, flame-like enthusiasm[3].

The rich and ethereal timbre of the French violin is clearly presented in black and white.Pearl-like mellow sound, silver-like clear sound quality, calm and rational character, just right key damping...

Aurora raised her head slightly, this was the sound of Chopin's piano she was expecting.

OK, change the tune.

The qin player didn't give anyone a chance to escape, and with the light touch of his bare hands, the night filled the Pleyel Hall.

Misty clouds, white veil-like moonlight, swaying but silent tree shadows... The delicate and extreme processing, with the strength of a breeze, blows the music into the hearts of all those who are listening.

Gentle strokes outline the outline of the night, and the whisper-like confession turns into the melody of the night.Blend all your thoughts and emotions in the night, you can vent your heart out, and you can also cry silently.Those who need to be comforted and those who desire to be comforted are all embraced gently in the sleepy whispers.

The first crystal of the night gathered at the tip of the leaf fell, and then the whole world was forgiven.

Chopin's "Nocturne in E flat major", every time you play, you will be taken away by his notes.

Countless memories of the past flashed before my eyes like snowflakes, and the final image left was the scene where the young Charoline was stumbling to Aurora to pull this song, and finally she was able to pour out all the grief with tears.

On that day, her parents had just passed away for a week, and she also made a soulless puppet that could not speak for a week.

On that day, she encountered his music for the first time, and was led into the world of light by him through tears.

Chopin is Aurora's salvation.

As long as the memory lasts, she is willing to play his piano forever.

When Chopin and Pleyel just opened the office door, the faint sound of the piano came from downstairs.

The two men glanced at each other, and walked towards the terrace in front of them tacitly.

Camille leaned casually on the marble railing, and Chopin stood sideways just at the corner, just in time to see the back of the piano and the pianist in the remote corner.

"This violin..." Camille murmured, "Isn't this the violin you picked last time? Why haven't they moved it into the concert hall for me yet?"

"Shut up and listen carefully." Chopin's answer was concise and to the point.

A Pleyel piano is always private, especially when sitting next to it.With such a long distance, the sound of the piano came more gracefully.

Especially when the other party played the first nocturne, the ethereal music sounded like a dream.

This song has always been a repertoire of friends in the salon. After he wrote it and gave it to his wife, Camille's evaluation requirements became more stringent.He once stubbornly believed that only Chopin himself could play the music correctly, but now——

"F, Fried, are you really not playing the piano?"

"..."

Chopin ignored the astonished Camille. He stared at Aurora immersed in the nocturne, slightly absent-minded.

She, remember?

In a daze, the first time he met her appeared in front of his eyes-not in the coffee shop in Dresden, nor in the rose garden in Waldsinska.

The girl who wanted to end everything with the lake water burst into tears because of a song and chose to stay in the world.

"Nocturne in E flat major".

It was the same melody that Friederik Chopin had hummed to Aurora Waldsinska when they first met.