And Chopin's days of playing the wind spectrum month

【Love Letter to Chopin】

"Francois, who are you?"

Aurora watched the youth blurred into a transparent figure by the light, her lips moved slightly, and she murmured.

Just like where the question came from, she didn't even dare to let her vocal cords vibrate to pronounce, just letting it hide in the wind.

She just found it incredible.

The "Chopin" in my heart actually coincides with Francois—yes, they are too similar, and they bring her out of trouble time and time again.

She seems to have come to depend on a man, getting used to his company and assistance, just as she once depended on Chopin for guidance.

This is so despicable.

François being François, why should I have doubts about that?

It is too unfair to him to force Chopin to be associated with him.

Reason and emotion seemed to be slowly split into two extremes. The thoughts in Aurora's mind were backlogged into a fierce storm, and she was forced to stay in her own world, separated from reality.

Until she was once again wrapped in a healing forest breath.

Wiping her face with a soft handkerchief, Aurora came back to her senses a little, and found that her eyes could no longer control the rushing heat wave.

Never knew she could shed so many tears.

It seemed that as long as she was by his side, she could easily pour out her sorrows.

"Francois, can I hold you?"

The girl's crying voice brought forth gurgling tears again.The appearance of crying is too ugly, the more the young man silently wipes away the flood in front of her eyes, the more she can't let them stop.

He didn't give an answer, walking over and embracing her actively was the best answer.

Aurora's face was pressed against Francois' shoulder. The texture of the fine nylon was not rough, but rather soft.

She rubbed against each other, all the injustices and injuries suffered in the association finally had a place to pour out and rest at this moment.

"François, I'm a 'pianist' now, but I'm not so happy."

"Francois, I just fought a turnaround. I have clearly won the fruits of victory, but I still feel that I have lost."

"Francois, I have a letter of recommendation worthy of you, without dishonoring their signatures."

"Francois..."

The girl seemed to have found her own god of protection, and slowly put her soft heart on the altar.

The gods will accept all her grief, and when the ceremony is complete, she can smile again and move on strong.

"Well, François, thank you, I'm fine."

Aurora patted the young man on the back, indicating that he could let go of himself, but hugged her even tighter when he didn't want him.

"I regret it... Aurora, if, without the extra 'Chopin' letter—"

"Hey, sir, the malice was there from the beginning, and it will never be hidden because of the lack of a letter of recommendation. And, that letter of recommendation also gave me a lot of strength to fight back. Ah, I suddenly remembered, I played the piano for Chopin today!"

The girl suddenly jumped out of the young man's arms, looking at her hands in horror.

However, he ignored the complicated expression on his arms and face that maintained his embrace.

Chopin, Chopin again.

This person can always easily snatch Aurora from him—even though he knows that Chopin is himself, as "Francois", he will inevitably feel sullen.

"What to do, what to do, the first piece I played to Chopin turned out to be Liszt's "Majepa"... This must not be in line with his aesthetics, why didn't I think of playing another piece "Majepa" Revolution!"

The girl flusteredly held her face, stamped her feet on the spot and jumped up.In the eyes of the young man, she was exactly that ball tit rolling around on the branches.

so cute.

But the cuter she was, the tighter his chest was.

Because of these actions, not because of "Francois".

Zal.

In the last second, he was still in his arms, but in this second, he was left alone. Such a contrast caught Chopin off guard.

Putting on the identity of a writer is his choice, and it is definitely not a good time to confess his identity—Aurora has just experienced something bad... just wait a little longer, until there are enough hints about love between her and him when.

Chopin sighed, and found that the tit was still panicked in its own world.

Out of anger, he glanced around and went to a store alone to buy something.

"ah--"

The skin on his forehead was irritated by the cold, and Aurora finally came back to his senses.The young man with an indifferent face stared straight at her, threw a small cup into her hand, turned his head and walked away.

"Francois, is this?"

"Ice cream, are you calm down?"

The girl blinked at him, picked up the small wooden spoon as if suddenly enlightened, and put the milky white snow into her mouth, her face full of sweetness.

The youth was peeped into the secret of his heart, the cat was stepped on its tail, and it was covered up with excuses.

"Don't think too much, I'm just sorry that I didn't protect you first."

"Well, unlike 'Chopin,' at least give me some solidarity?"

Aurora came up to him, holding a spoon in her mouth and looking into it.

She must have been spoiled by that damned Hungarian—in the future, the communication between the two must be restricted.

The young man raised his feet, turned his head and walked to the other side.He didn't want to hear anything about her about Chopin.

The girl took a big step, stopped in front of him, and blocked his way.

The silent brown-haired man simply gave up struggling, and stood there straight, as if he was going to retract himself into the tall white collar.

The black-haired lady with curved eyebrows scooped up a scoop of ice cream with satisfaction, letting the sweet cream melt in her mouth.

She did not avoid his sight.

Chopin finds out that Aurora tyrannically forbids him from her sight.

"Francois, Chopin was brought to me by you, so don't say you didn't protect me."

"You don't know, dear fiance, without you, my tears would have no place to rest."

Aurora was finally willing to let go of her seal, and she even put the next scoop of ice cream to François' mouth.

She said softly: "Take a step back, François, that's Chopin, how can I deserve it?"

The young man was only stunned for a millisecond, he was indulging in the consolation given by the girl, and in an instant he offset the bitterness with the spoonful of sweet snow that he swallowed.

His words were complicated: "You are absolutely worthy, Aurora."

"You are absolutely worthy, pianist."

"You are absolutely worthy, Aurora."

The two responses seem to blend together at this moment, but the two different voices overlap at this moment—they should be different, one comes from the unreachable clouds, like the hearing of a god, and the other comes from within close proximity, warm Like a spring breeze.

Here it comes again, Aurora's eyes once again flashed that piece of clothing, which seems to be the color of Francois's body.

The smile disappeared from her face, she slowly raised her head, and asked him clearly and clearly, "Francois, who are you?"

The brown-haired young man was a little surprised, all his expressions could not escape her eyes, he thought for a while, then lowered his head and replied: "Aurora, Francois is Francois, who else could it be except me ?”

"You... have a good relationship with Franz. He is in the association. Did you come together?"

"I know he went to the Music Association."

"The person next to him is Chopin, and you found me easily—"

"I know that your first experience here was not good, and I don't trust you, waiting for you outside."

François gradually approached her and surrounded her with those calm seas.

As if declaring some oath, sincerely put his heart under the blue sky.

"I care about my fiancée, so no matter when and where, I can find you."

wrong.

Something must be wrong.

Aurora was almost convinced, and she began to struggle with her inner self again.She strung together everything about Francois—from Dresden, to Paris, and now, and finally she found some clues.

"François, you have never given me your address... You send your doorman to collect all the letters I write to you every evening."

"Why don't you let me know where you live? You know everything about me, but you alone, I still can't see clearly."

"You are like a fog, François, we are not equal in information, what are you hiding from me?"

The calmness on his face seemed to loosen. She saw the hidden movement between his brows, and saw that he opened his mouth but did not speak.

Want to argue speechless.

The long silence made the girl feel a little angry for no reason.

She returned the ice cream to him, turned and left—but was grabbed by him.

She glared at him fiercely with those beautiful ambers, only to see his angelic smile.

"Aurora, have you started to care about me? Who is Francois? I am very happy, God, the joy in my heart cannot be described in words."

"Aurora, I do have things that are difficult to talk about...but my dear, please believe me, I have been me from the very beginning, everything you see, hear, and think about is me."

"This kind of sweetness is accompanied by sourness. If you ask me this sentence, do you see someone's shadow in me?"

His eyes were instantly covered with clouds, and his whole body turned into a piece of fragile glass.

"Because of another person...Aurora, you started to care about me, my dear, this really makes me so jealous that I will go crazy in a second."

So cunning.

His few words instantly comforted and extinguished all her arrogance.

He didn't answer directly, but it made her no longer want to ask further questions.

"So, Aurora, you just need to look at me. For that, I would do anything for you."

What is this, a confession?

The girl's cheeks were attacked by the fiery temperature, and she found his blue eyes more attractive and intoxicating.

There were no clear words, but every word made her heart stop suddenly in the next moment.

As if he had already won, he gently took her hand and returned to her side again.

Aurora just felt that she could no longer be led away by Francois' rhythm like this. She is not a child, and she can walk well without holding hands.

"Willing to do anything for me? Very well, dear 'Mr. Writer', please ghostwrite a love letter for me - my confession letter to Chopin! I'm not your 'dear' yet. "

Satisfied, the girl felt the petrified rigidity of the person in her hand, and felt relieved instantly, and dragged the young man to the end of the long street.

Paris Music Society.

The woman who was listening to the assistant reading the candidates' materials was a little unmotivated. In her opinion, the list of candidates for piano accompaniment was not qualified enough.

Thinking of her opponent this time, the glamorous woman tightened her skirt.

"What do you think of the female pianist who played just now, Harriet?"

"Who."

"If I remember correctly... Aurora Vodsinska."

"Hook it up."

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 2 watermelon seeds in the watermelon rind; 1 Zijue;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmines: 4 watermelon seeds in the watermelon rind; 2 Lengyu Licheng;

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