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【Music is our inseparable love】

The lovely warm orange candlelight dances quietly on the dining table, the smell of spices mixed with the temptation of ingredients, under the backdrop of the seemingly absent floral fragrance, it is even more exciting.The knife and fork easily and deftly split the tender veal steak like bar lines on a stave, and the diced steak is dotted with sauce, scattered into groups of musical notes on the white porcelain plate.

Aurora was holding a fork at this time, devouring her dinner bit by bit.Although it was not very smooth to apply for a job today, according to the original agreement, on the night when she went to confirm the new job, François would book a dinner table to express his affection.

"So, due to the state of mind of your employer... You didn't get a clear answer for this job, did you?" Francois put a piece of potato into his mouth after asking.

"Yes. But I think it's time for me to enter the 'trial period'-after all, except for me, everyone else seems to have given up this invitation... If Harriet is willing to come on stage, then my piano accompaniment should be finalized. "Aurora stopped what she was doing, and looked at the person opposite with her face propped up.

Francois under the candlelight, as if rendered into a photo with a sense of age by the passage of time, exudes a kind of retro elegance.His posture of holding a knife and fork is extremely pleasing to the eye, and listening to his charming French from his pink thin lips... There is no need to drink extra table wine, Aurora has already indulged in the best barrel of wine in Burgundy inside.

love...

Harriet's weeping face suddenly flashed in front of the girl's eyes, and she couldn't help feeling helpless and sad for this word.Especially seeing that my fiancé is eating the same dishes as me, I can't help but feel a little more disappointed.

In Paris, France in the nineteenth century, would there be pure love?

Those who can support each other, those who can fully understand each other, will neither lose themselves because of love, nor be forced to make choices because of marriage, have no betrayal and complaints, consistent love?

In front of her eyes, the man's palm was swaying left and right, and Aurora, who came back to her senses, found that Francois was looking at her with a little worry.

She seemed to have returned to the stability of reality in an instant from the uneasiness of the dream.

"Aurora, what are you thinking?"

"No, nothing, François, I was just thinking about 'love'..."

She watched him raise his eyebrows. Although he was silent like a gentleman, he seemed willing to listen attentively.

The girl smiled. She concealed the characteristics of the relevant characters, searched the words and sentences in her mind, and recounted Harriet's story as vaguely as possible—she didn't have the habit of chewing people's tongues. Changed the skin, did not publish any guiding direction, just simply recounted.

Grab the table wine and take a sip. The light taste of the wine and the moistness of the water finally soothe the throat after working for a long time.Aurora put down the cup, and when she looked up, she saw Francois frowning slightly, thinking seriously.

The girl sat down patiently, expecting to hear the voice of the young man.

"Aurora, I thought...their union was 'strange' from the start, and I couldn't see much other than passion, obsession, self-touching and escape..."

"If you really love someone, why can't you learn the other person's language? Isn't it a wonderful thing to communicate with the other person without barriers? The man you mentioned reminds me of a ridiculous friend who 'threats' a person with death. It is wrong for a lady to marry herself[1]."

The young man picked up the tableware again, ignoring the stunned look of the girl.

She faltered but didn't say anything for a long time. He raised the corner of his mouth in a funny way, and finally gave the answer she wanted to hear.

"Aurora, I would never put myself to that point. You can play the piano you like, do what you want, and I have nothing against you to have a splendid life."

"But if, if ever—if I become your burden, I'll set you free and throw you out of hell."

Francois began to focus on his dinner plate again, and Aurora was so startled by his gentle and decisive words that he couldn't utter a single word for a while.

She watched him return to calm and calm, eating his meal peacefully.But she knew that his words were not adulterated—the above are all vows that this person can absolutely fulfill.

Is this telling the fiancee, or just telling the person in front of him?

Aurora found that Francois's words were too cunning, and there was indeed a close relationship between them, so it seemed that it could be understood in any way.

What the young man meant was that if he was in hell, he wouldn't have to bring another innocent person to suffer with him.

It is indeed the tenderness that Francois would have.

"But if, if there is such a day - we already have an inseparable relationship...Francois, even if you are in hell, I will jump down and rescue you."

The young man's knife slid far away on the porcelain plate, almost making an ear-piercing sound.He looked up in astonishment, only to see the girl smiling and focusing on the veal steak.

Just like him just now, her promise is not a joke.

opera.

It was the second time she set foot here, and Aurora was really familiar with finding her way.If the mountain does not come to me, I will go to the mountain.Although when she left yesterday, Mr. Assistant didn't say that she still needs to come today, but she really couldn't let it go - not only because she needed to work harder for her first job, but more because of Harriet.

Although she is currently emotionally unstable, Aurora can fully understand her struggle.The love and pursuit of music is still in Harriet's heart, but because it cannot be presented perfectly, it is easier to fall into the vicious circle of self-loathing.

Singer with bad legs...

Aurora subconsciously glanced at her left hand, and raised her right index finger to clearly draw lines that didn't exist on the back of her left hand.It was something given by God when she lost the sensitive touch keys of her left hand. Until now, she can remember their length and direction.

After two centuries of time and space, Aurora once again has the qualifications to play the piano.What about Harriet?

The singer's voice never left her.According to the assistant, her leg injury has already healed.Then the only thing she is afraid of is herself who "will not be perfect after being injured".

If Harriet could find her confidence again...

Aurora slowed down, thinking about how to persuade the singer.Suddenly, a faint singing voice drifted over from the front.

The girl's steps became lighter, and the closer she got to the closed door, the clearer the singing became.

Qingqian chant, tactful affection, misty dream, broken mirror-like break, the melancholy of being alone in the night...

Without any other instrumental music, just a simple human voice, the lovesickness narrated by the singing voice is enough to make the listener shed tears.

Leaning against the door panel, Aurora finally showed a confident smile.With such voice, control and expression, Harriet will never give up singing.

As soon as the singing inside stopped, the girl knocked on the door and opened it directly to enter.

"What a beautiful song, Harriet. Good morning."

……

Harriet Berlioz thought she was returning to the small room of the opera house again, completely unconsciously.When she came back to her senses, she was already standing in front of the piano with a libretto in hand.

This song, which symbolizes making things difficult, brought tears to her eyes at this moment.As if possessed by a demon, she practiced it from the very first sentence.

It was only when she sang that she was Harriet Smithson, that she was not "Madame Berlioz," that she was not breathless in the shadow of her husband.

Marrying a pioneering composer is destined to bid farewell to a stable life.But this is Harriet's own choice, and she is not ashamed or regretful.Just watching her lover pursue his music wantonly, while she can only stay at home to manage her life, this inevitably makes her feel sad and jealous.

But her legs... the night they met love, they could never be as good as before.The comeback opportunity that Harriet tried her best to win, she thought she could slowly regain her confidence, but was thrown into the abyss again because of another woman.

The singer's singing began to be tainted with mournful sorrow, which made the heart tremble.

Marie Pleyel, for the sake of a glamorous life, tore up her marriage contract with Berlioz. While the composer was traveling in Italy, she turned around and married a woman who was a big businessman and even changed her name. Why did she come to stop her? Interfere with her life?

Hector was given up by the lady herself, so what is the reason for revealing her past to him with the cheek to trigger her family crisis?You know, her husband and this ex-girlfriend have long been at odds with each other.

Destroying the relationship between the husband and wife by using "once naked performance", and then destroying her comeback with black box manipulation... Harriet really doesn't know where she offended this lunatic slut—yes, according to As far as she knew, Mrs. Pleyel was definitely not as pure as she appeared.

Perhaps, being able to flirt properly is something she will never learn in her entire life.

The singer's gaze fell to the ground.

Under the layers of skirts, she has a bad right foot - the source of all her self-confidence.

Because I was once perfect, I am even more afraid of this imperfect self.

In love, and in business.

The end of the song.

Harriet put down the stack of libretto feebly.

She has no piano accompaniment.Just like this lament, it can only be sung for loneliness.

"What a beautiful song, Harriet. Good morning."

The energetic voice hit her like an ocean wave, shaking her whole body.

She would never admit it, and her vision instantly became blurred.

At that moment, in the singer's narrow darkness, a ray of dawn seemed to shine in.

aurora.

……

On the Pont Neuf, Aurora leaned against the guardrail, enjoying the wind of the Seine from behind.Some thin strands of hair were lifted by the wind, dyeing the girl's original flawless appearance with a sense of intimacy and laziness.

Harriet was standing next to her, holding a small cup of ice cream--a trick learned from François, simple but effective.

"Aurora, what are you taking me out for..."

"Harriet, take it easy, I'm not abducting you, I just want to have fun with you—ah, he's here."

The singer followed the fingers of the piano accompaniment and found that there was a boy on the bridge.

Before Harriet could ask, she heard the singing voice flying with the wind—she froze in place, for this immature, simple, primitive singing voice without the slightest skill.

Children who were playing nearby ran up noisily, making faces and circling around the boy.But these noises can't kill the singing, and the volume remains the same without attenuation.

In the distance, Harriet seemed to hear those little children yelling a small word when they left bored, it should be "blind".

The hand holding the cup suddenly tightened.The ice cream met the heat of the palm, and a little froth slowly oozed out from the edge.

"Harriet, it's such a wonderful thing to be able to sing and see the world." Aurora looked up at the sky and stretched out her left hand to catch the white clouds above her head. It’s really great to meet music.”

Harriet's lips moved slightly, but no words came out.

"I was unable to play the piano with my left hand for a while... Believe me, it was absolutely as desperate as death. As a pianist, but I can no longer play the music in my heart, every minute and every second is suffering."

"Harriet, your voice has never left you. When I hear you sing, I just feel that this is really a kind of... supreme happiness."

Aurora took the hands of those around her and conveyed her thoughts to her.

"Legs and feet will never be your blemish, and they will never stop you from singing—because music is our inseparable love."

The singer stared blankly at the pianist. She saw the bright starry sky in her pair of ambers, and saw the unspeakable hope and beauty.

"Harriet, if you're afraid, stand at my piano and sing just to me."

"Trust me like I trust you."

"My piano is your courage."

It seemed that there was a drop of tears, riding the wind so naturally, along the proud and struggling face, and fell on the unchanged stone slab of the new bridge.

That hand was too warm, and the future that that person described was too beautiful... The sinking, dark, and helpless things are all in the hands of someone who has only met once, and are turned into shiny and gentle things by strange kindness.

Harriet closed her eyes and held the hand in her heart, grasping the beginning of friendship.

"We deserve to perform together, Aurora with hand problems."

"We are meant to act together, Harriet the Clumsy."

The author has something to say: 【Note·op.33】

[1] "Threatening" a lady to marry him with death: In history, when Berlioz proposed to marry Harriet, he swallowed an excessive amount of opium. If she did not agree to his marriage proposal, he would not Drink an emetic.The combination of Harriet and him, apart from love, also had some horror and persecution, but the woman was also in debt at the time and was on the verge of bankruptcy.

This paragraph was omitted from Berlioz's personal biography, but the plight of the woman was rewritten.

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Hyacinth, Ning Jun, and Leng Yuli.