And Chopin's days of playing the wind spectrum month

【Two hearts close together】

When she really received this so-called "Love Letter to Chopin", Aurora was very surprised even though she had already prepared herself mentally.

She carefully looked at Francois with a little surprise, and found that there was no trace of sadness or joy on his face.But visible to the naked eye, the fiancé's lip line, which was not far away and easily parted, still betrayed his inner unhappiness.

Well, seeing Francois exuding a slightly depressed mood, the corners of Aurora's lips curled up slightly, and she picked up the love letter to cover the corners of her mouth, and instantly felt relieved.

Who told this gentleman to not even give her an address, he was covered in layers of fog, and the girl looked at him like a flower in the fog.In all but one name, she appears to be betrothed to a mysterious man.

If the marriage contract was not taken seriously by the parties, it would be too strange for Francois to show "enthusiasm" after she gave the corresponding "reward"—especially, those almost "confessions of love" Almost the same words.

Aurora couldn't see Francois' attitude clearly.The young girl, who was used to being simple and straightforward, was indeed dizzy by this young man's awkward dodging and twisting.

She couldn't judge his intentions accurately - Mr. Fiance didn't even want to say a clear word to her.Whenever Aurora thinks he is closer, Francois can always take a step back and pull the distance back to the original.

If the connection between the two of them is put aside, coupled with the vague identity and unequal information relationship she already knows about this "writer", she will not dare to draw conclusions easily.

If Aurora is asked if she likes Francois, the girl may not be able to give an answer immediately, although this is not her style.

In her eyes, liking should be straightforward.Like being able to say "j'amiechopin" is a loud announcement standing in the sun, without a shred of shadow.

Like Francois?maybe.

Aurora did not deny that this fiancé who suddenly broke into her life did make her feel dependent and fond of him - but she dared not say that she liked it.

Since it was in the nineteenth century, and since everything about Francois was unclear, Aurora did not dare to let go of her emotions wantonly, and she dared not even ask for a word of confirmation.

Maybe it's mean.She suddenly gave up her original habits, and approached him step by step in the way the young man in front of her was used to, being careful but free-spirited.

This kind of thing is really too complicated. Apart from subconsciously teasing her heart, this man is not even willing to say a word of explicit liking.

What is the "nominal fiancée"?Or can there be a deeper connection?

Aurora gently stroked the restless heart on the left.

Anyway, François knows that she "loves" Chopin—God, please forgive your believers for using your name to test the mind of a gentleman whose mouth is as hard as a clam in the deep sea.

"Mind if I take it apart now, François?"

She noticed that he sat down on the sofa carelessly, and knew that he would never give her an affirmative answer, so she simply turned her back and regarded all objections as invalid.

swipe-

The letter paper was shaken away by the girl, the flowing handwriting on the paper?

Aurora pursed her lips, and began to pay attention to the sentence itself with slanted eyebrows and eyes.

"Chopin, the angel I hide in my heart, my day ends with thinking of you, and tomorrow begins with thinking of you."

The girl with her ears open heard the sound of someone standing up behind her with satisfaction, and the corners of her lips curled up even more.

"Do not--"

The young man with outstretched arms was ruthlessly rejected by her back.

"I would like to love you with my whole life, to be the tie around your neck, to be the white gloves on your hands, to be the keys under your fingers... You don't know how pure and deep your thoughts, wisdom and soul are. and noble. I would kiss you with piety."

The girl blushed with shame at the explicit words.Her hand holding the letter began to tremble, and her tone was not as calm as before.

"Stop..."

The young man's whispered appeal was ignored again. He covered his face with his palms, but he couldn't stop those sweet words of love from hitting his heart.

"If my love can bring you a little comfort and joy... Dear Chopin, you don't need to make a wish, you already have all my love."

In the last sentence, the girl's voice seemed to be completely immersed in the words of a love letter, and she sighed mistyly, like a very affectionate confession.

Aurora was staring at the letter paper in her hand in a daze, but the paper was pulled out of her hand in an instant.She saw it being held high above her head, and before she could react, she was embraced by the person behind her.

Tightly—

The arms around her waist were still tightening, and the vibration in the chest of the young man who was close to her back inexplicably matched the beat of her heart. She heard the restrained panting from the top of her head, and felt the scorching hot air spraying on her ears. Exhale.

Her face was probably already covered by lava from the volcano, her mind was buzzing, and her other hand moved down unconsciously, trying to

The girl discovered that she had been imprisoned by the youth in his world, and could no longer move.

"Stop reading, Aurora, I won't allow...without Chopin, I won't allow you to talk anymore."

"You lit a fire in my heart, you almost let me die at this moment - I am so sorry that I answered your mad plea with silence."

She began to hear him talking, voices cascading from overhead.The water vapor is lingering, and when the wind blows, an ethereal rainbow bridge is built on the clouds and mists.But his words were a stream of water converging into a waterfall, unstoppable from top to bottom, smashing firmly on her heart stone, splashing out thousands of broken beads.

Those strong, restrained, forbearable words turned him into the roar of his left hand on the piano.The jealousy, bitterness, and secret thoughts hidden in the words turn into a very light melody on the right hand. If you don't listen carefully, you can't hear this unbalanced interpretation.

She seemed to lose control of her body, and she seemed to be able to maintain a standing posture, and she could only let the turbulent and passionate emotions overwhelm her.

"Aurora..."

The most beautiful chord sound on the keyboard seemed to ring in the girl's ears.

"These words can only be said to me, eh?"

Her heart stopped instantly at the rising end of his sentence, which seemed to be a plea, and more like a declaration.

"Ah."

After a long time, the girl's sleepy response finally made the young man behind her relax.Like a lost lamb finally finding its way, she could feel the little joy in every cell of him.

"Ah."

When she heard him leaning on her shoulders, burying his head and pronouncing the same word again, she breathed a sigh of relief and smiled more gently.

Thanks to Chopin -

Thanks to the many delicate and complex melodies in the male god's songs that made her burst into tears in front of the black and white keyboard, at least she has been honed by the Polish composer so that she will not make mistakes in emotional perception.

The temptation has yielded results: Francois should care about himself!

For the first time, the girl discovered that young people can be as clingy as children.He hugged her and refused to let go, without any intention of letting go.

Aurora rummaged through her mind, she could no longer define Francois' position.The fantasy world he wove is always particularly easy for her to be addicted to.

Since I have a crush on him, if he is unmarried and has no lover... okay, try to get to know him better?

The girl slightly adjusted her plan, and finally decided to go with the flow—because she dared not say that she likes it easily when it is not yet clear, the fog on the young man's body, at worst, she will go and clear it away layer by layer!

"Let go, François, it's been... long enough."

"Don't... Aurora, my face is ugly now, don't look at it."

The soft hair around the neck rubbed against him, and the relaxed hands around the waist tightened again. The girl accepted everything about the young man with some amusement.

According to what she knew about him, someone should have been stimulated by her meng lang's behavior to the point where she didn't dare to raise her head.

Really, simple and lovely Francois.

Want a step down for him...

"Then you return the love letter to me, I haven't read it properly yet."

"No, it's confiscated."

"Sir, if I remember correctly, that is the love letter you gave me to Chopin?"

"That also came from me, I regret it, confiscate it, and you ask for something else."

Laughter flew out of Aurora's mouth, and they carried some meaningful charm, which made a certain master of emotion perception look up instantly.

Taking advantage of the situation, the girl escaped from his arm, looked at Francois with a reddish face, and smiled more and more slyly.

"From you? Oh, my dear François, how do you explain that the writing on the letter does not belong to you at all?"

The divine light in the youth's bright blue eyes instantly turned dull, and was instantly petrified in place.

"Tsk tsk, what a misfortune, sir, when I gave you the gift of ink, I had the good fortune to issue an IOU with a great writer--by the way, I would like to thank you for helping me pay off the debt. When I went to Jane Hepburn yesterday, I only got I returned the note that was annotated by Mr. Hugo as invalid—how amazing, his handwriting is exactly the same as the words on this love letter?"

The young man almost forgot to breathe.

Aurora moved closer to Francois, not caring about his embarrassment.

"You can let Mr. Hugo be your gunner. Mr. Pisson seems to be a great writer? Why does my great writer have to be ghostwritten even a love letter-well, you are not willing to copy it again, fake Are you leaving such a big opening in case I'm afraid I won't read it in front of you, F, L, S, W?"

A long silence fell again, and just when Aurora thought the teasing was too much, the gentleman finally raised his head.

The blue in his eyes is deep into a kind of hazy gray, and the mixed emotions in his body seem to be able to write a long novel with thousands of words.

"How could I write it, Aurora? As your fiancé... Even if I can write poetry and composition again, how could I be willing to express my heart to another man for you?"

well.

Aurora turned her head to hide the crimson color on her cheeks again, and hid the sweet, triumphant smile at the corner of her mouth.

"Don't worry, Mr. Fiance, I really love Chopin—"

"I will make a pilgrimage, but I will not sacrifice my love to my gods."

Taking advantage of his inattention, the girl pulled out the love letter to Chopin from the young man's hand, turned around, and put it on the piano.

There are "Liszt Etudes" and "The Way of a Master" on the scoreboard. As a pianist who loves Chopin, it is indeed a bit too ugly.

"Change to the 'willing to do anything for me' approach, the weather is fine today, let's go for a walk? Perhaps, you would like to let me treat you to lunch and apologize?"

The smiling Aurora once again released a sunny smile to the bewildered Francois.

The sudden change of topic made the young man slightly stunned for a moment, only to realize that the girl had given up pursuing all the previous chaos, as if she could turn the page over again, as if she could erase these unbearable memories, and return to her in peace once again.

He agreed with her proposal, please tell her that his carriage is just outside the door, and that he would be more than happy to go out with her.

Francois, who breathed a sigh of relief, would never have imagined that this time it was him who entered Aurora's rhythm.

Can't find it.

She has absolutely no eyesight.

Aurora swears that she checked the display case of literary books in the bookstore back and forth twice to make sure that none of the books were printed with the words "François Pison".

She turned her head and looked at Mr. who was flipping through the pages of the book on the other side, narrowing her eyes.

"Oh, Aurora?"

The girl approached her goal step by step, and finally forced the young man to lean back against the bookshelf.

The right hand playing the piano rests on the spine of the book, shrewd amber and terrified sapphire meet each other, her smile is bright and charming.

"Explain, sir, are you wearing a waistcoat?"

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