And Chopin's days of playing the wind spectrum month

【Scherzo】

Aurora's eyelids moved slightly, as if they hadn't opened yet. The command to wake up had already been transmitted to the whole body, and opening his eyes seemed to be the next second.

A faint urge came out of her throat, and her brows formed a few shallow furrows in front of her forehead in an instant, her shoulders shrugged accordingly, and the hand that was holding the other person gradually closed its fingers .

The body that was resting and recovering in deep sleep was entangled again by the fatigue that had not been eliminated. Coupled with the awkward sleeping position, Aurora was suddenly so sore from the bones that he didn't even want to open his eyes.

I really want to take advantage of the trend and fall down, and then have a good sleep back into the cage...

The girl's body involuntarily let out a shallow sigh, and the loss and helplessness in it was finally greeted with another chuckle.

Huh, whose laugh?

Her experiences flashed through the girl's mind: the rainy night, the old servant who came to the door, the carriage, the strange house, the bed, Francois who had a fever...

My Bach, I should have written you last night in cantatas, potting my own mugs of coffee—and I was taking care of the sick!

Eyes opened suddenly, and the body suddenly sat up straight. Aurora looked down in astonishment, only to see two of herself reflected in a pair of warm blue eyes.

"Good morning, Aurora."

Although the young man's voice was hoarse, it was as soft as a breeze.

"Morning, Francois."

The girl's mind was suddenly disconnected again, so she could only greet him mechanically.

"The rain has stopped, and today looks like another good day."

"..."

She saw him turn his head and followed his gaze towards the window.Only then did I realize that there was a small gap in the window last night, and the curtain that was not drawn tightly on the window let in a clump of sunlight.

The light shone straight into the bed, which was clearly separated from the shallow and dark surroundings, and the destination happened to fall between his eyebrows and eyes.

"You didn't wake up well, you should have woken me up, François..."

"I'm not sick, Aurora, I've never been sick...better than this time."

She was suddenly speechless, because although the person in front of her was pale, she could be described as calm and serene.

It seemed as if everything she had seen last night was an illusion.

Aurora has never seen a person who can make a cold and fever shocking, and she almost thinks that he is suffering from some terminal illness.

François was lying on the bed in pain and sorrow, struggling and loneliness diffused into the air from every difficult breath he took, and gradually filled the whole room.She felt that the oppression in the room was too heavy, so she hastily lifted the curtain and opened the window—considering that he was sick, she only left the window a small gap.

It wasn't until the water vapor mixed with the cool rain touched the skin that the girl calmed down and ran towards the burned-out Qinian.

High fever, raving, trembling... The person in front of him completely lost his usual demeanor.

Calmness and self-restraint are gone from him, he is more fragile than glass, as if it will be shattered in the next moment, and disappear in the world with the wind blowing.But he was fighting again, enduring severe pain, not letting his soul get lost, like a reed under a strong wind, struggling to survive with strength and difficulty.

According to Pettit, she also experienced such a vicious high fever.

Aurora seemed to understand why in the carriage, her behavior pattern might have fundamentally changed after waking up, and Mammy still accepted the doctor's order to "lose memory".Because when the person who cares is deeply struggling with illness, those who have witnessed it are willing to accept any price for him to wake up healthy.

Memories recede into sparkling waves on the lake in the setting sun.

The girl noticed that there was a playful smile in the young man's blue eyes.

"Aurora, it must be troublesome to take care of me... When I think of this, I don't want to wake you up. My hand is with you, I'm afraid you will wake up if I move, I can't bear it."

Subconsciously, she quickly let go of her tightly clenched fingers, as if she felt something was wrong, she carefully held it back again.

He couldn't hide the smile on his face, and after a while, that smile was stained with sadness again.

"I'm sorry, Aurora, if my health were better, I wouldn't have to work so hard on you..."

The girl leaned down and did something she'd wanted to do a long time ago.

The fingertips touched the young man's brown hair, and the soft silk texture swept away all the fatigue in her whole body.She watched him with a look of surprise in satisfaction, speeding up his hands and messing them up.

"No, no need to say sorry. You can be sick, François, your body has this freedom. But, next time, get sick while I'm around... that way, I'll be with you from the start gone."

……

Chopin sat on the desk, quietly waiting for his special breakfast.Although his footsteps were sloppy, after finishing a simple wash, he let Henry help him to the front hall.

Even though the high fever has just subsided, even if walking will consume his little energy... But Aurora is here, he doesn't want it at all, he has to lie on the bed, his sickness and weakness are paired with white pillows and quilts , can't hide it at all.

First, a little soft bread with a cup of hot milk. When the young man was almost halfway through eating, the girl brought him a bowl of something like pudding.He tried to cut it open with a small spoon, and the light yellow cutie was easily separated. The scent of ginger accompanied by a hint of sweet breath awakened the sleeping vitality in his body.

It melts in the mouth, and the texture of fresh milk gently heals the slight pain in his throat. Like the small bread, it is a simple breakfast that takes care of his body and taste.

"what is this?"

"'Ginger milk', a small dessert from my motherland, very suitable for people suffering from cold."

His spoon paused slightly, and when he looked up, he saw that she had moved a chair over and sat opposite the desk, holding her face in her hands like a blooming flower.

He waved away the inexplicable doubts in his heart, and wiped out the bowl of dessert.

"You really have a sweet tooth, François. Gingerbread, ice cream, ginger milk...I didn't expect it and milk to bottom out."

"...I am a patient, Aurora, I am never self-willed at this moment."

Chopin, whose little secret was exposed, tried to bring his behavior back on track.

"Okay, Francois, I have a doubt in my heart and I want to ask you:

"Why is the kitchen in this residence useless? I borrowed it from the landlord downstairs to make it... There is not even a dining table—you want to have breakfast on your own desk?"

Chopin's relaxed body suddenly tensed up. After looking around calmly, he suddenly struggled with the word "doom".

Was he forced to reveal his identity?

Originally, he was lucky to rely on his willpower before the cold came, and chose to go back to his home—to bring the disease into a friend's house, which he couldn't do.But whoever thought of it, old Henry was so concerned that he ran to Aurora for help.

Oh, good Mr. Lister!

If it weren't for him, how could old Henry remember that he had a fiancée in Paris-when he was seriously ill, he hadn't been thrown to God's decision as usual.

"Also...why are you in the guest room?"

"..."

Of course, when I changed apartments, I moved by default, and the master bedroom was handed over to that damned Hungarian. I just came back temporarily to recuperate.

No, should I be glad that Franz is not here these two days, otherwise?

"And, my dear François, look what is here—a framed portrait of our acquaintance and friend, Mr. Franz Liszt."

"..."

Yes, it is him.

Not only him, but also him wearing Hungarian national costumes and smiling without restraint.

"Remember what you said when we were at Berlioz's house? 'Evil. Religion ceremony', so, there is Franz on 'your desk', shouldn't exist, right?"

"..."

Yes, very true.

I put it away in a drawer when someone switched apartments with me—the narcissist must have dug it out and put it on my desk.

"And the most 'surprising' scene, my dear, look what it is... San, Jiao, Piano, Qin, ah, my Mr. Writer, you don't seem to understand music theory, and you can't play the piano too well?"

"..."

God, why don't you take me, just my eyes?

I sat here and finished my breakfast, and I didn't feel anything wrong—I didn't even see such a big piano.

Silence pervaded again, even the sun didn't dare to make a sound.

Chopin struggled for a long time, and finally decided to let himself go.

He likes her, there is no need to hide it at all.

François Pisson is Frédéric Chopin, and no amount of play can really separate it.

He didn't want to lie to her anymore.

"Aurora, I—"

"Francois, come and live with me."

The youth was once again deprived of his voice.

He opened his mouth slightly, a vast expanse of whiteness flashed in front of his eyes, his thoughts were completely interrupted, and his brain was even more empty than a blank sheet of paper.

Just now, what did Aurora say?

Just now, what did I hear?

"Seeing you like this, how can I feel at ease... Now I know why you didn't tell me your address... No matter what, I don't want you to stay here."

Wait, Aurora, have you misunderstood something?

Don't you think I borrowed from a friend's house, and I have no fixed place to live?

Chopin was about to defend himself, but Aurora shattered all his remaining rationality with one sentence.

He heard her say:

"Live with me, anyway, we are a fiancée, aren't we?"

François Pisson, no, it should be Frédéric Chopin, until he was helped out of the carriage and sat on the sofa of the Aurora house he knew so well, he still felt that he was in an illusion.

He was definitely tempted by the forest goblin, and deviated from the path he should have been on—living with the one he loves openly and aboveboard, this temptation he couldn't refuse at all.

No, Aurora didn't give him the chance to refuse at all.

Command old Henry to collect his clothes, leave the apartment clean and new address, she will leave a room for the faithful old servant.On the other hand, she supported him, and when he had just regained some mobility, she took him here involuntarily.

"Aurora, what are you talking about? My god, miss, what do you want to do?"

"Nurse, I'm serious. François is a new member of the family from today. The room is next to mine."

"You, how can you? Have you forgotten the lady's rule?"

"My dear nanny, why can't unmarried couples live together? I think it's very convenient to take care of each other. Besides, he pays the rent. Anyway, there are a lot of vacant rooms in the house, so it won't be deserted if there is one more person."

"It's not a question of whether there is a room or not, Miss... Please let me take a breath... One more person, do you know what it means?"

"Increased expenses, Sister? I don't think that's a question."

"This is not a problem?"

"Yes, big deal, I'll raise him!"

The author has something to say: Please rest assured that nothing is wrong with my body.

I already feel that my fingers are more flexible today, but because of the rest, my brain suddenly couldn't return to normal speed, and the code words seemed to be slower.

Thank you for your concern. My physical loss of consciousness should have nothing to do with my health. It is a stress reaction caused by emotions-maybe it would be better to pass out at that time, so that I will not have this experience of being unable to move no matter how I think.But it's all over, so it's probably okay.

Here I hope that you can be happy every day, take good care of yourself, and never have emotions beyond the range of your body.

Love you guys, good night.

By the way, today's chapter introduction is impeccable in the field of music.

But in this article, this is probably an ironic joke.

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Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: 1 Hanqi;

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