And Chopin's days of playing the wind spectrum month

【lamadie】

Aurora stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, put down the bun on the back of her head, put a large piece of absorbent cotton cloth on top of her head, and wiped her rain-wet hair carefully.She looked through the glass, focusing on the deep and light black outside, but the movements of her hands did not stop because of this.

Petit was taken aback by the girl's distressed look when she entered the door.The old nun sternly ordered her to take off the tortured outer skirt and the almost changed coat first, and then anxiously went upstairs to find her clothes.Fortunately, there is still hot water in the house, so when the elder appears again, she can take a good bath.

Francois' carriage stopped outside the door for a while before leaving.

Aurora originally thought that a certain gentleman should leave the moment she closed the door, but for some reason he delayed.Although he didn't get as much rain as her, he was still wet after all. In such weather, it's better to change into dry clothes earlier.

It seems to be past the time for the hot water supply... Will François have hot water when he gets home?Would his landlord be kind enough to leave some for him?

The girl's hand wiping her hair suddenly slowed down.

She began to worry about the young man, but when she thought about the state of the other party when they parted just now, she felt a little relieved.

This rain came too suddenly... No one expected it, no one was prepared.

Go out with Francois in the future, no matter it is sunny or rainy, please bring an umbrella.

The girl clicked on her other self reflected in the glass, and happily made a decision.

The cotton towel was removed from her head, and the rainwater combined with the styling effect of the bun, turning Aurora's black hair into a clump of lush sargassum, which scattered and swayed behind her.Once a certain person's name appeared in her heart, her whole heart began to flutter like the long leaf algae in the sea.

Aurora still vaguely remembers the effect of alcohol on her, because her memory has two gaps:

The first is before the heavy rain, during the stroll of the girl and the youth, she should have asked something, but she couldn't remember what the other party answered;

The second is when she and François are sheltering from the rain under the awning, and they are dazed and taken away by the drunkenness that rises again. It seems that something happened, and it seems that everything is an illusion.

No matter how she recalled it was white mist, Aurora simply gave up looking for a clear story and fixed it forever on that snuggle in the rain.

A little cherry pink appeared on the girl's cheeks again, and the skin that had been cooling down emitted a slight warmth from the inside out.

She can still remember the faint smell of the forest on his body, which is completely different from the dust splashed by the rain at the beginning, and the clean water vapor in the world washed by the heavy rain.It can only be described as quiet, with a cold and clear fragrance, and the deep fir forest is like a distance but charming - only when you get close to him, can you see the blooming stars on the edge of the endless path Azurite flower, his tenderness and intimacy are all in those small broken flowers.

She can also remember the beating sound in his chest, which is by no means the kind of vigorous and powerful heartbeat described in the book or in the book - just like adding a piano to the heartbeat of ordinary people, his heartbeat needs to be listened carefully.Just like his people, there is little passion, but this unique beat speed is extraordinarily reassuring.

Aurora recalled Francois' restraint when he woke up, as if he was afraid of disturbing her dream.It was hard for her to imagine how many times he would repeat her name in her ear with that volume and soft voice.

"Aurora, wake up."

The auditory hallucinations began to appear in the left ear again, and the warm breath of the young man seemed to remain on the pinna, seeping into the skin and melting into the flesh and blood.The girl covered her left ear and stomped her feet in reproach, the cherry blossoms on her face turned red again.

That person didn't even dare to wake her up—could it be due to etiquette in his bones, afraid of having physical contact with her?But the two of them are clearly cuddling together?

The girl tousled her hair in annoyance, and the rain-drenched hair immediately frantically formed a bird's nest on top of her head.

"Aurora, the hot water is ready, go wash it—God, your hair?"

"Ah, I'm fine, thank you Mammy."

Aurora quickly took the clothes in Petit's hand, and disappeared in the living room in a flash.

The elder was stunned for a moment, sighed and put away the cotton towel that the girl had left on the rocking chair.

……

The comfort and ease of warm water is beyond description, especially after getting drenched in the rain.

Satisfied, Aurora leaned against the tub, enjoying the comfort brought by the hot water.

The rain outside the window flashed in the mind of the girl who closed her eyes. On the canvas paved with deep and shades of black, she clearly saw Francois' carriage turn around.

With her white arms stretched out from the water, her fingers gripping the edge of the tub, Aurora straightened up abruptly, with the sound of splashing water.

That's not... the direction François usually goes home.

It's so late, especially since he's also caught in the rain, where can he go if he doesn't go home?

The serene smile suddenly faded away from the girl's face, Aurora stared at the water in the wooden bucket, gradually calmed down from the shock, and the wood grain of the bathtub changed from clear to blurry...

She couldn't help but recall the ambiguous conversation that Harriet had told herself on the balcony of Berlioz's house.

At dinner, because of the high spirits, both the host and the visitors acquiesced to prolong the banquet, and immediately after the meal, it turned into a reception.

During the period, Aurora helped Harriet hold the lamp, and accompanied her to send Louis to his little bed to sleep soundly. After that, the hostess took her to the balcony to get some fresh air.

"Aurora, the theater is very interested in your piano. The manager will send you a job invitation in a few days... I suggest you not to sign a long-term contract. If you are not short of money, I hope you can do it according to the number of performances. Collaboration—after all, the opera house is not home to the piano, and my friend was destined to be there in concert.”

"That's great news. I'll think it over carefully, Harriet."

"Also... Aurora, I may have accidentally... done something wrong, related to you..."

"What's the matter with me?"

"Sorry, Aurora, I didn't know him and you at the time—otherwise, I would never have taken advantage of that moment."

"'He' and me? Harriet, does 'he' mean François?"

The aroused girl looked at Mrs. Berlioz suspiciously. The other party's expression was extremely entangled, and finally turned into a solemn question.

"Aurora, do you like your fiancé? Do you want to walk into the church with him and be blessed by the gods?"

"Why... why did you suddenly ask me this—"

The girl was suddenly hugged tightly by someone, and the other person's voice cast a pool of ripples behind her.

"Take care of him, Aurora, and never give others any chance to destroy you."

These words echoed in my ears again.

Aurora closed her eyes, covered her ears, and buried her head in the water.

……

After taking a bath, the girl's mood did not brighten up, just like the sound of rain outside the window, frequently beating on the window lattice.Although it is not annoying, but in the silent night, it is extraordinarily noisy.

Aurora lay prone on the bed, unable to fall asleep anyway.

It happened that her hair was not dry yet, so she got up and wrapped herself in a blanket, then curled up and sat by the bay window listening to the sound of rain.

The rain in the distance, near and in front of you is like the three voices at the end of Bach's Fugue.They are independent of each other, but also echo each other. When they are mixed together, some harmony can be discerned in the complexity.

Perhaps it was because she was supporting her face with her palms that she seemed to vaguely hear the sound of her heart pumping blood.With the rain outside the window, she seems to have become the fourth voice.

The long-lost smile finally reappeared on the corner of Aurora's mouth.

She felt that she was really bored, and she used Bach to deconstruct the rain.

It's time to sleep.

The girl jumped off the bay window sill and was about to close the curtains when a dull pain came from her heart for no reason.

Pulling the curtain tightly with her fingers, Aurora raised her eyes and subconsciously glanced in the direction Francois left.

She suddenly had a very bad premonition.

……

"Are you Miss Aurora? Can I ask you to take care of my husband, he is very sick... The old servant took care of him for a day and a night, but he still hasn't shown any signs of improvement..."

The knife and fork slipped from his hand.

Aurora finally knew what the uneasiness that had been lingering in her heart since last night was.

cold.

This was Chopin's first reaction after lying on the bed.

Hands began to pull the quilt involuntarily, and the youth grouped himself into a treble clef.It was clear that winter had not yet arrived, but the snow and ice spreading from his fingers and toes had already begun to cover his whole body.Like a stone frozen in a glacier, Chopin found that his thoughts could not be conveyed by his stiff limbs.The command of the body seemed to be replaced by another person, and the chill from an unknown source had already made his whole body tremble.

When he almost thought that he was going to freeze to death in this rainy night, a vigorous fire started from the top of his head and gradually burned to his whole body.Then the song of frost crackled under the scorching of the flames, the ice layer broke and collapsed, and the cold and the water in the body evaporated.Warming up meant the beginning of the torment, from the glacier to the Sahara, the dryness and heat made his whole body distorted uncomfortably.

He struggled to grab the collar, unable to make a sound from his throat.Everything is far away from him, he is the place abandoned by the world, and he can only destroy himself again.

Pain ran rampant in his emaciated body.Ice and fire alternate here, and cold and heat confront each other here. He couldn't open his eyes, and even the painful tears were evaporated by the high heat in his body.

Mad, depressed, he is favored by pain and disease.

Abandoned, compromised, he cannot escape and be saved.

Until a drop of water slowly penetrated along the youth's chapped lips.Drop by drop, the body that collapsed due to high fever seemed to feel the coming of the rainy season—it was like moving the rain that he and she experienced into his heart.

It seemed that there was a gentle hand caressing his back, and another hand folded between his forehead, warmly suppressing the heat, and then expelling it out of the country with the gentle caress.Chopin felt as if he had come back to life again, he finally didn't have to be tense, and the light rain gradually brought back the moistness... He could finally sleep normally without being tortured or exhausted.

Under the protection of those hands, the young man also feels at ease in this small world.

A night without dreams.

In the morning, the air was fresh after the heavy rain.The morning breeze blows in through the slightly open window, lifts the gauze curtain, and makes the light dance a bit.

Chopin's eyelids moved slightly, and slowly, the blue gems shone brightly again in the sunlight.

He raised his hand to cover the light, and his fingers sensitively transmitted the movement of the breeze.

Except for the soreness caused by the high fever, there is almost no pain in the body.

It was like a miracle.

A smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Chopin's mouth. He had never experienced such a short-term infection with wind and cold, which surprised him.

He was about to move his body, but a hand that didn't belong to him carved the sapphire into a perfect circle.

Especially when his hand was still holding her tightly.

woman's hand...

No, I don't seem to be lying on a pillow?

The Poles, who were not taken away by the wind and cold, forgot to inhale due to their own cognition.

The shape of this nail... Aurora?

The young man quickly withdrew his hand on his forehead, and without raising his eyes, he saw Aurora's sleeping face leaning against the head of the bed.

She seemed to be worried about something, and there was an indelible melancholy between her brows, but she kept holding him tightly with her hand, embracing him by her side, never letting go.

A layer of mist filled his eyes again.

I woke up from the pain and found that you were already by my side.

Aurora——

I never knew that it is so simple, but it makes people so happy that tears can turn into poetry.

The author has something to say: The half-hour loss of consciousness yesterday seemed to be a bit of a sequela (it was just a stress response, but it’s back to normal now). I felt my hands were abnormally stiff when I typed today (it should be a psychological effect, I adjusted it recently), and the speed was obvious. much slower.

I will try to write articles during the day from tomorrow... I am not sure if I can be on time for the latest update, but I will try my best to be on time.

Sorry to keep you waiting again.

Well, there should be both debts and additions.

Before the end of this month, I absolutely want you to see Xiao Xiao lose his vest!

The chapter introduction of this chapter, please also regard it as my confession to you.

Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: 1 in the east and west;

Thank you to the little angel who threw the grenade: Dongmu Xichao, Ning Jun 1;

Thanks to the little angels who threw the landmines: 3 from Dongmu Xichao; 1 from Sizhizhizhi, Hyacinth, Zhanji, xgbsdg, and Leng Yuli;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：东暮西朝38瓶；神兽两三只20瓶；betty10瓶；水顏3瓶；洵钰2瓶；月染羽1瓶。