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【Her piano】

When the piano was properly placed in the carriage and ready to leave at any time, Aurora finally understood why when she said "I want to go home with the piano", the clerk would look at her with a complicated face and persuade her to leave. She gave up.

——If the so-called hitchhiking is "packed" on a trailer like a piano.

Aurora's face was slightly hot.

Although as a woman in the 21st century, it is normal to show her face, but as long as you think about the conservative era of the [-]th century...

The girl looked at her outing clothes, and couldn't help but have some black lines. Even though this dress is not expensive, it definitely doesn't fit in with the truck carrying the piano.

It can already be expected that on the way home, she will probably be greeted with piles of attention gifts from passers-by along the way.

Having not appeared in front of people for a long time, Aurora didn't know if she could still adapt, and refocused on the center of the sea of ​​eyes, still maintaining her heart and not being troubled by foreign objects.

She clenched her hands into fists at the edge of her skirt.

The first meeting with Paris had already been defeated, and she didn't want to show her timidity again in this confrontation.

……

Pleyel Pianos sells pianos every day.The old tuner has been cooperating with the piano shop for a long time, and he is used to sitting on the trailer to send the piano to a new destination together.But today is a bit special, and there is another lady in the same company.

The tuner gave her his seat—out of the self-consciousness of an old gentleman, he could never allow a lady to squeeze the driver's cab with porters and coachmen; Wooden board, enough space for two people to sit down, but the lady will definitely feel uncomfortable if someone is around.

He even kindly left the cushion there.

Looking at the little girl's expression of resignation to death, she climbed over the ropes that fixed the piano on the trailer and sat upright in front of the piano, but she could faintly see the trembling of her back.The old tuner jumped into the cab with some amusement.

This is how much he likes the piano, so he chooses such a "self-abuse" way to go home.After a while, those random glances on the road should not scare her to cry.

The old gentleman couldn't help but start to sympathize with the young lady behind him.

When the car turned into the busiest street on the road, he took off his hat and listened slightly to the movement behind him—after all, he had already seen passers-by exclaiming on both sides.

But unexpectedly, the hat almost slipped from his hand.

Who could have foreseen it?Someone would actually drag the concert to the bustling streets of Paris.

——An ordinary piano transport car, a girl who should have been panicked, and the beautiful piano sound that is intensifying!

……

"When you're afraid of being stared at, try to turn their attention to your embarrassment into a kind of wonder."

This is what Mr. Dworklin enlightened Aurora when she performed on stage for the first time.

When the normally serious pianist whispers to her that she was born with this ability, the little girl is inspired to trust the next daddy in her life.After just one try, she opened up a whole new world.

There is nothing terrible about being noticed by everyone. As long as you are strong enough, attention can be easily transformed into enjoyment.

On the streets of Paris in the [-]th century, should you choose to be pointed at and cover your face and cry, or pull down the brim of your hat to hide your face and endure the torment?

Aurora only chose to open the lid of the piano, and responded to the second confrontation between Paris and her with the sound of the piano.

It's a novel experience, completely different from playing in a piano room, concert hall or even in the open air.

Play the piano in the dynamic, watch the street move in front of your eyes with the music, and the place from where you came from slowly recedes into a point in the distance.Aurora is condescending, and the sense of security brought by the brim of the hat is transformed into courage by the piano—she is like a queen, standing upright proudly, and using music to tour Paris.

The lively melody turned this wide avenue into a river, the horse-drawn cart turned into a smooth sailing ship, and the young female pianist turned Paris into a city on water.

She used the characteristics of this Pleyel to the extreme.The sound quality like a silver bell is as clear as a silver bell, and the two, three and four fingers of the right hand are struck into waves, and the trembling of one or five fingers makes the flowing water more ethereal.With the addition of left-hand touch keys, simple and repeated themes become rich and charming.

It's like lying on a deck chair, enjoying a pleasant afternoon, riding a gondola, wandering in the shadow of the sound of oars in Venice.

Between the pauses and transitions of the phrases, gradually applause came from the sidewalk or passing carriages.

Aurora raised the corner of her mouth.Those strange sights that fell on her disappeared quietly, and the source of the eyes no longer paid special attention to her, and began to be introduced into another world by her music.

Modern Italian pianist PaoloZanarella's "Venezia" [1] is the most suitable for walking and playing——

Playing music to and fro, there is no need to pay attention to whether the composition is standardized or to appreciate whether the music is elegant or not, it is just for the general public who simply listen to the music.

When the carriage carrying the piano entered Anting Street, Aurora had already stopped playing, but she didn't care about the occasional scrutiny.

It probably has something to do with the residents on Anting Street—I heard from Francois in his letter that most of the people who rent houses here are elites in the financial industry or banking industry.They will never waste time outdoors, and even when they walk outside, they are absolutely purposeful.

Once, Aurora worried about whether the surroundings would be too deserted.But now, she couldn't be more fond of the quietness of the street.

Especially today, the piano can be delivered home, and you don’t even need to restrain yourself when practicing the piano during the day, and you don’t have to worry about neighbors coming to complain.

38 Anting Street.

After the girl who got home waited for the car to stop, she jumped down from the top happily, watching her piano being carried in and out of the door with joy.In a warm, single-family building, the hilarity that was suspended is turned on again.

The sound outside the floor-to-ceiling windows made Petit stop what he was doing.

Before she got up from the sofa, she saw her young lady rushing into the house, pointing to the center of the empty living room, and loudly announced "put it here" to the following luthier mover.

It wasn't until the originally empty site was occupied by a grand piano, and the old tuner took out a wrench, and finished tuning the piano in bursts of clinking that almost collapsed, that Pettit got rid of the dizziness and woke up .

"Aurora—you... bought a big toy?" She thought about her words, hoping that her lady would give her a reasonable answer.

"Mommy, this is the first time I've heard someone describe the piano as a 'toy'. What a novel metaphor!"

Aurora couldn't wait to adjust the piano bench and sat down, walking through the scales on the black and white keys lightly, and was even more satisfied with its sound.

"But I like it when you say it, because the piano is really fun--but it's not just a toy, it's the tool of my livelihood... Would you like to come over and say hello to it?"

"Hello? Aurora, are you trying to tell me that our family now has a third member? Heh, if that's what you mean, you should say 'her'."

"It turns out that in Mammy's eyes, this piano is for ladies—Ms. Petit likes you very much, Miss Pleyel."

The girl improvised a piano answer in a short section of C major with only white keys, her cheerful smile was completely undisguised.

The elder sighed softly, and since the lady woke up, she has been fascinated by this instrument, but she is glad that there is still something that can make Aurora so happy.She looked at the piano player tenderly, but her sharp eyes discovered the clue.

"Aurora, what's wrong with your dress—"

"Skirt? Where?"

"Look at the hem of your skirt—God, have you escaped? Dust, black marks, and snags!"

"Hey, the stain probably got stuck on the car by accident, snag...could it be where the skirt was hung when I jumped off? Oh, Mammy, your eyes are really like a falcon."

Pettit only felt that the headache that she hadn't had for a long time came again, she clutched her chest and struggled to ask: "Honey, how could the carriage make your skirt like this... You didn't walk back, did you? "

Aurora blinked her eyes, and answered lightly: "Nurse, I just came to Paris, how could I write down the way home? I came back by car - the car that transports the piano is also a car."

The string in the elder's heart was about to break, she took a few breaths, and her voice turned up a tune.

"You take that kind of car...My lord, Miss Aurora, have you forgotten your identity? If you don't know how to call a carriage, any attendant at the piano shop you go to can help you—"

"I know, Mammy. But I want to come back with the piano . . . and besides, I really don't have money for the carriage."

"No money? I remember, you specifically confirmed that receipt when you went out... Aurora, can't you?"

"Unfortunately, Mammy, it's just what you think...that paper coupon is just enough to pay for this piano."

The string in Pettit's brain snapped completely.

She knew it would be a nightmare to let her young lady go out alone—a lady being transported back like cargo in full view?She was suddenly glad that Aurora was engaged, otherwise... Oh, my lady spent a lot of money on the first day she came to Paris, just to buy a recreational instrument...

"Dear Aurora, it is my great honor to inform you that from now on, your etiquette class needs to be retaken! Oh, don't worry, this time the nun will verify one by one until your body remembers it."

"Also, my little liar, since you've stunned me with your honeyed words—you've spent nearly a year's income of the upper class on your first day in Paris—I'm calm now . . . Aurora, from today onwards, pocket money is no longer with you."

"Immediately, immediately, change your skirt for me, and I'll see if I can save it that has been crying for most of the day!"

The first time she came into contact with Petit, who was on the verge of going berserk, Aurora was directly nailed to death on the piano bench by her reprimand.The hands playing the piano were petrified on the last chord cadence of the white keys, and the pedals under their feet were forgotten to be released, and only the prolonged roar could be heard reverberating in the room.

The girl shrunk herself into a ball of tits, carefully avoiding the elder's wrath.

It is acceptable to retake the etiquette class, as long as I can play the piano every day;

It is acceptable to be deducted pocket money, after all, the piano I want most has arrived home.

Wait, pocket money—

Chopin's score is still in the bookstore.If you are lucky, you can even hold the first editions of all his works in your arms!

Doesn't it mean no pocket money?

"Ah, Mammy, I can explain—"

"Shut up, Aurora, I refuse to hear a word from you until the sun rises tomorrow!"

The girl stretched out her arms to keep her, only to get the elder's determined back.

If the price of getting a piano is losing the sheet music...

She was going to get paper and pen, at least she could cry out the grievances in her heart.

That night, Liszt's apartment.

The blond-haired pianist leaned behind the sofa, and after seeing the handwriting on the letter in the hand of the brown-haired composer, he didn't want to burst out laughing in his ear.

After being startled to jump up, the Polish suppressed his heartbeat that was almost reaching his throat, and angrily rewarded the so-called face that all Parisian girls dream of, and hit the pillow.

"Frantz Liszt, be human!"