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【Chopin Upstairs You Downstairs】

Leaning against the carved marble railing on the second-floor terrace of the Paris Music Association, Liszt yawned sleepily.If you look closely, you can still see a little pure and innocent sparkle at the end of his bewitching eyes.

When he doesn't deliberately manage his own external image, and doesn't turn on the aura of charm, this blond pianist from Hungary can be as holy as a baby in God's Domain.

The somewhat sleepy Liszt glanced slowly at Chopin who was hiding on the edge of the railing.The friend didn't even bother to give him a look, and just stared at the deserted and empty hall downstairs.Suddenly there was a series of grievances in his heart.

The Hungarian sighed in frustration, wondering why he would obey the Pole.

"Frantz, don't sigh early in the morning, it will affect your mood."

"..."

Liszt had a hunch that the perfect smile on his face should have cracked marks again.

This sentence is very interesting.

To outsiders, the emphasis is on "don't sigh", which should be to comfort and enlighten him; but to him, "affecting the mood" is what the speaker emphasizes, and if he guesses correctly... it is a kind of disgust .

The Hungarian's embarrassment disappeared in an instant, and he just wanted to yell loudly into the ears of the indifferent Poles:

Asshole Fried, who was it that disturbed my sleep?Who is begging me to come here?I, your friend Franz, also have a bad temper, believe it or not?

……

Poor Mr. Liszt was thrown off the quilt by Chopin early in the morning, and he was almost frightened out of his body.

He watched dully as the Poles excitedly opened the curtains for him and dazzled his eyes with light.Then someone immediately went downstairs and played "Etude in C Minor"[1] on the Pleyel piano, full and passionate, which directly made him unable to fall asleep again.

"Are you crazy, Fried?"

"No. It's just that the sky is bright, and it's time for you to get up."

Mr. Blonde pointed to the clock, his face was abnormal: "Look, dear, what time is it? Tell me, you who have been in the salon all year round, is this the time to wake up? I just wrote the recommendation letter for you last night. , think about it?"

The brown-haired young man glanced at the dial, and then turned his gaze back to the black and white keys again: "Frantz, have you experienced the power of the passage of time too early? I remember that you once had the energy to watch Paris hang from the moon. Until the red sun flies into the sky... Besides, the person who asked me for interest last night seems to be named Liszt? Franz, didn't you ask me to play the piano for you for most of the night?"

Liszt, who had just woken up, was stunned by Chopin's series of long sentences.

For the first time, he discovered that his friend was so eloquent.

"Also, dear Franz, would you like to explain to me why my Pleyel... the keys—no, sound,?"

The face is spring, and the fingers tapping the silent keys is winter.Seeing the perfect smile of the Polish, the Hungarian immediately straightened his back.

"That, that is—"

"It's been a few days since we exchanged apartment keys? Franz, do you want us to count them together?"

"...Tell me, Fried, what do you want loyal Franz to do for you again?"

"Very good, my dear friend, now change into a set of clothes that you can go out with, and accompany me to the Music Association... I just finished delivering the letter to Aurora, and she should go to the professional certification in the morning."

The corners of Liszt's mouth twitched slightly, and he sat down on the sofa in disbelief.

It is completely unimaginable that Chopin, who fell in love, would become like this.

"You... Fried, why the hell did I see a mother chick!"

"Frantz, apart from not wanting to miss the moment when she entered the world of pianists, I... still have some concerns."

……

Liszt gave up shouting and leaned on the railing instead.Recalling the reason for this, he couldn't quite understand Chopin's insistence.

According to his friend, the three letters of recommendation in Aurora's hands are enough to allow her to travel freely in Paris—at least he is sure that even if this lady is not registered with the Music Association, the Erard Concert Hall will definitely be willing to give it to her. A chance to be on stage.

What else is there to worry about?

The blond pianist turned his head, trying to find the answer from his friend's face.He saw the Polish man's eyes brighten, and he dodged and quickly hid behind the wall.Before he could react, a wide-brimmed top hat was put on his head.

"Wear your hat and hide your hair, Mr. Scarecrow."

"...Yes, yes, I will keep a low profile and never expose you, Mr. Coward."

Liszt vomited and lowered the brim of his hat, watching a girl walk in through the gate.Once again he was jealous of Chopin's falcon blue eyes.

His eyesight is not good[2].Although there is only a short side, Aurora's unique charm has been firmly remembered by him.Following his friend's prompt, his brain instantly recognized who that slightly blurred figure was.

Really self-inflicted!

He obviously wanted to come with her, but in the end he could only hide here like a little mouse.

The Hungarian once again complained about his friends around him. He was really tired watching the tangled couple.

When will this awkward man take off that vest... He cares so much about the other party, and if he continues like this, he will show his feet sooner or later.Wouldn't it be nice to simply admit it?Well, maybe the process of asking for forgiveness is a little more difficult?

How about pushing someone in front of that young lady in a quarter of an hour and letting everyone in the association tell her who Chopin is?

A quarter of an hour, given the strength of the three letters of recommendation, this is the slowest time Liszt estimates that the Paris Music Association can complete a professional certification.

He patiently tapped the fingering of a certain piece of music on the railing, and converted the value on the metronome in his mind to time it.

Until the noise broke all the beautiful silence.

The future expected a quarter of an hour later will never happen again.

Liszt's smile froze, as if he heard some earth-shattering news, he couldn't believe that he was in the Music Association.

God, how could someone slander a young lady with evil thoughts?

She traded her body for all of this - what kind of nonsense logic is this - if music is really that simple, then what's the point of the letter of recommendation?What is it about his efforts to improve the status of musicians?What are the promising young people he supports?

Liszt, who has always been good-tempered, felt for the first time that his whole heart was covered with anger.

It's an emotion that stings and makes you breathless, but you have to clench your teeth so that your straight spine doesn't bend.He couldn't imagine what kind of shock his good friend—Aurora, who had used her piano long ago to make the Hungarians very satisfied to include her in his circle—was suffering now!

That is a young lady, a woman who should be cherished by the world.

Liszt couldn't hold back anymore, he was about to rush downstairs to prove to Aurora on the spot, when Chopin grabbed his hand.

The puzzled Hungarian just raised his eyes and froze in place, unable to move an inch.

Like the Polish No.11 "Etude in A Minor" [3], after 20 seconds of calm, the overwhelming right hand continues to play fast and difficult groups of sounds.The dense black notes are like a strong winter wind, which obviously doesn't hurt an inch of skin, but can bring heart-pounding pain.

Those bone-piercing chills spread from under his feet, and in a short while the surrounding air condensed into ice powder.Heavy black clouds weighed down, bigger snowstorms were hiding deeper, and raging winds had mercilessly taken away the oxygen available for breathing.Gasping for breath, unable to breathe, the heart and the lungs are struggling together... This silent oppressive feeling just wants people to escape.

The Hungarian's hands were still tightly clasped, like a shackle.

He wasn't even allowed to leave the choking space.

What does Chopin look like when he is angry?

Liszt now knows—except for Poland, Aurora is his reverse scale that must not be touched.

piano sound.

The sound of heroes.

Liszt widened his eyes and looked towards the center of the hall.The decorative piano was unshackled, and once again roared in the hall with a cry of hidden anger.Aurora is fighting back with a tune he wrote.

The winter wind seemed to be weakening, and the blond pianist could finally catch his breath.But he didn't care about it, the sound of the piano echoing in the hall touched his heartstrings, allowing him to see a noble, tough and beautiful soul.

He regretted it—regretted the opportunity to play four-handed bombs with Aurora for the sake of the exploding Polish.

What a wonderful experience that would be, as if facing another self.This etude, which has been touched by everyone since its birth, turned out to be such a delicate and brilliant performance in the hands of others.

Not just playing with four hands, he should have a face-to-face communication with this lady, setting up two grand pianos in the concert hall in Eilal.

"Let me go, Fried, I'm going to crown my queen!"

The piano sound stopped, Liszt clenched his fist again, and he wanted to go down to support her.

Downstairs, Aurora stood in front of the piano and asked loudly. Everyone lowered their noble heads during the perfect piano performance just now.

In the silence, the piano strings seemed to be still vibrating, and a clear sentence came from the air.

"You are absolutely worthy, pianist."

Everyone's voices were suddenly restarted, and the admiration in the hall converged into a hustle and bustle.

Liszt witnessed Chopin walking slowly onto the terrace, and after making his first approval, he flashed back into the shadow of the wall again.

Everything is different today for the Pole, he has never made such a vocalization.

"Go, Franz, you may go down now."

"Remember, 'Chopin' does not accept this kind of slander, and he will send a letter to the president of the association today, questioning the character and personality of the current auditors in the association."

The hand was released, and Liszt watched Chopin take the winter away from him, and the carpet in the corridor seemed to be covered with a layer of snow foam.

He couldn't help shivering.

Heavenly Father, did I hear correctly just now?

Frederick Chopin, for the first time puts on the identity to overwhelm others!

"You are absolutely worthy, pianist."

Aurora seemed to be hit in the heart by these words, and all the darkness and depression caused by anger and injustice were completely broken by an arrow of light.

It was as if she had been guided back to the world of light by the nocturne, and when she came to her senses, there were flowers and applause all around her.

There are endless voices of approval, but the first response is priceless and precious.

Aurora began to look around, she was very familiar with that voice, but she just couldn't remember that face... The girl's eyes flicked across the terrace, and she only saw a skirt of a dress passing by at the end of the railing.

Before she could think about it carefully, the person by the wall took off his black top hat, and the iconic blond hair instantly captured her vision - it was Liszt!

"Sir, this lady has really conquered me with her body - with her fingers that have been sharpened on the keyboard since she was a child, and playing on the piano like just now, I really can't think of a reason to refuse to write her a letter of recommendation The reason..."

"Apologize, sir, and atone to her, to the music, and to God, if you have any sense of shame."

"By the way, Mr. Chopin refused to listen to your defense. You need to think about whether you are worthy of the uniform you are wearing-he reminded me that you have also damaged my reputation."

……

Aurora never thought about it, it was just a simple professional certification - if in the future, both men and women would have conversations on the piano, but in the nineteenth century, it was more ups and downs than an opera.

She walked out of the association with her ID card, and the occupation column above was stamped pianist from now on.

The girl walking on the street was a little lost. She kept ringing what Liszt told her after taking her to complete the certification:

The clothes corner upstairs is Chopin, and he listened to her piano for the whole time;

Although only Chopin's signature was on the recommendation letter, he was very happy to have written this recommendation letter from the bottom of his heart.

"Aurora—"

The girl's footsteps stopped, and all the sounds on the long street were erased, only the echo of the person exchanging their names in her ears.

She turned around and saw the wind lift the young man's brown hair.

His slender body was covered with a slender fine woolen windbreaker, the hem of which dangled gently by his legs.

The corner of the clothes flashed by, the windbreaker swinging in front of my eyes.

Chopin upstairs, you downstairs.

"Francois, who are you?"

The author has something to say: 【Note·op.27】

[1] "Etude in C Minor": Chopin's No.12 etude.Created in 1831, nicknamed "Revolution".A very heroic piece by Chopin.

[2] His eyesight was not good: according to reliable sources, Liszt was nearsighted.

He has a lot of myopia glasses, and he also likes to give away myopia glasses (in terms of glasses color matching, the aesthetics of male gods are a bit strange).

[3]《a小调练习曲》：即肖邦练习曲No.11首，别称“冬风”。和上述的革命分属两个版本，1833年的《十二首练习曲》（op.10）题送给李斯特，1834年的练习曲集（op.25）题送给玛丽·达古。可以当做他全部练习曲的上下两集。