And Chopin's days of playing the wind spectrum month

【I'm yours】

Fluffy skirt, regular waist, light prom shoes, bun tied behind the head, slender neck unbound, extending along the charming collarbone to the vaguely visible shoulders, plus a ladylike fan, Aurora completely changed her temperament.

Petit, who had already gone to rest, woke up spontaneously to entertain the guests after they came to the door - the girl originally didn't want to disturb the elder's sleep, but in the process of entertaining the guests, she heard that her lady accepted the salon invitation, and Petit Te quickly resigned and went upstairs to help Aurora quickly change into a qualified social attire.

Although she already knew that the skirt was long enough and the hem of the layered skirt was not thin, but Aurora had a light and fluffy feeling.After taking off the shawl, the neck exposed in the air, even in a warm room, slight airflow changes can be keenly captured.In addition, even if Mammy was merciful, the oppressive feeling brought by the waist made her unable to run and jump freely - she only quickly searched a small area, and her breathing began to change, which was not smooth.

Slow down, relax, adjust her body, if she doesn't want to faint from lack of oxygen next.

All the modesty and elegance that comes with putting on a gown comes at a price.

For those who have never been used to them, after putting on this battle robe, it is difficult not to restrain their nature.

Aurora still remembered that Liszt gave her a meaningful wink after seeing her finished dressing up.

Bringing a female companion with a clear goal to the salon venue, the Hungarian happily let the girl enjoy everything freely - he pointed her in the direction and sent her the information "If you want to find François, go to a remote and quiet corner" Whispered to her, blinked into the lively crowd to begin his socializing.

Aurora breathed a sigh of relief and expressed his infinite gratitude to the enthusiastic pianist.

He was probably very keen, and he sensed her urgency and anxiety as soon as he entered the venue. He didn't force her to act together, and gave her the right to choose.

Aurora really doesn't like the environment of the salon very much, just like she can never get used to those boring receptions in modern times.

Regardless of whether it is a music salon or not, their sociability is always greater than the music - there are groups of people everywhere, and her ears are full of the sound of talking and clinking glasses, it is too noisy, music here, except for the performers, no one Will take it as a real purpose.

Maybe the piano in the music room is indeed attractive to her, but now, Aurora's first place is Francois.

All she wanted was to find that awkward hedgehog, look him in the eye, and talk to him nicely.

Breathing gradually became smoother, and Aurora began to get used to the clothes slowly.She opened the folding fan all the way, carefully covered her face, and after politely refusing several gentlemen who approached, she finally seized the opportunity to sneak into the passage leading to the balcony unobtrusively.

The shoes stepped on the carpet, and the softness of the fluff almost made her feet feel infatuated.The night wind brushed over her shoulders, sending a chill down.Aurora raised her eyes, and the glass french door on the balcony opened a small, imperceptible gap.

There are people there.

The girl's eyes lit up, she forgot the experience she had just summed up, lifted her skirt and rushed there.

After she knocked on the glass three times, she opened the door completely and went to the balcony.

……

"F—"

"Who... who? No... someone is here! Damn—"

The gentleman who was sleeping peacefully on the small recliner, after realizing that there were more people in this world, danced his hands and feet in a panic.He forgot that the hat was being held on his face, his vision was pitch black, and he almost fell off the recliner.

After he hurriedly put on his hat, leaned on the armrest of the recliner and stood up, and saw the person who came—a young lady, his body trembled in sync with the sound of the door being knocked.

"Miss, miss... here... not good... go, go back..."

He didn't dare to look human, he lowered his head and pinched the edge of the jacket nervously, and found that the bow tie had been torn by him long ago, and hurriedly tied it again.

"Hug, sorry."

The young man's scalp was tense, and he was about to cry with anger from his suddenly dull fingers.

"Please, please let me take a breath... Sir, I, breathe—"

He heard the sound of being slapped on the marble balcony railing, subconsciously raised his head, and saw a young lady leaning on the railing, covering her chest with her head up and panting, her fingers instantly forgot what it was supposed to do.

After she adjusted her breathing and their gazes collided, the girl suddenly withdrew her arms and straightened her back dignifiedly. The young man finally remembered the job of the fingers.

She opened the folding fan to cover her face, and he simply pulled off the unruly scarf.

Two chuckles, without the slightest hint of mockery.

She put down the fan, and his nervousness disappeared.

"Night, miss. I thought no one here would be interested in it except me."

"Night, sir. I'm here to find someone. He's not used to crowds, and he prefers to hide in quiet places."

"Sounds a lot like a friend of mine - Chopin, he's braver than me and I'm not comfortable in the salon."

"Xiao, Chopin?"

"Yes, but he's not in a good mood recently. I thought I could hear him play today, but it's a pity..."

"Do you also like Chopin's music?"

He didn't know why, although the lady was strange, but he could speak harmoniously and naturally, just like being around his friends.

It seems that she also likes Chopin very much, which is really great.

"Perhaps, no pianist can resist Chopin's music."

"That's right, sir. Are you a pianist too?"

"Arkan... I just played the first... half an hour ago..."

"That's a pity, I've only just arrived and missed your performance. Eh, Arkan?"

The astonishment on her face was so vivid it made him a little embarrassed.

"Charlesalkan? I play your pieces, they're on my piano, they're great. When will you write your etudes? I'd love to play yours!"

There seemed to be stars in the girl's eyes, and Arkan, who was reminded for the first time, was a little embarrassed.

So far he has only dared to write variations. With Liszt and Chopin still in Paris, would anyone expect him to write other pieces?

silence.

Arkan, who was not sociable, didn't know how to respond to a kind expectation.

It wasn't until there was a slight argument in the corridor that he realized that he shouldn't have been too long without responding, and she seemed to find her request too eager.

"Sorry, Mr. Arkan, I should leave to find someone—please believe me, your work is very wonderful, as wonderful as Mr. Liszt." She was about to leave, and added mysteriously, " Mr. Arkan, please be careful when picking up books in the future, and please stay away from the coat rack."

Until the girl left, Arkan was still in place.

After a long time, he seldom laughed out loud—take the book?coat rack?

Arkan turned around and leaned on the stone railing, and the night wind swept away his sleepiness and depression.

I met a very lovely lady tonight, Frederick, and I think you will like her, for we are so alike.

She actually asked me for the etude I wrote—it's a pity that I don't know her name, if I can really write the etude she expects, then I will have a dedication.

……

Charles Alkan.

This was the name of the composer on another volume that Francois gave her in the bookstore last time when he gave her the "Chopin Etude Collection".

When Aurora received this musician's work, she was really surprised and pleasantly surprised.

She has such a deep impression on Alkan, except that Chopin and Liszt have him in the list of close friends, and his 24 major and minor etudes have also sharpened her fingers, which is probably the most bizarre way of his death ——Whether it was crushed to death by a stack of books while looking for a book, or the latest verification was probably killed by a fallen coat rack, people can't forget it even if they want to.

Although it will not be remembered, Aurora cannot turn a blind eye to the musician's fate.

Although she has no intention of changing anything, a kind reminder is still needed.They are all nineteenth-century gems and deserve the chance to leave more behind.

Back indoors, the warmth is indeed relative.

Just as Aurora was about to leave, the young man in front of him who was dressed similarly to Alkan was getting into an argument with another person.She was going to hide for a while, and this situation was always embarrassing—two men, it seemed that there was some kind of entanglement.

Oh, the wretched, chaotic nineteenth century.

Think about Francois, he is really almost a pure land.

Francois?

Aurora looked up.His hair, his figure, his aura—that young man who was entangled was her fiancé?

Can't see his rejection?Can't see him shaking with boredom?

You well-dressed gentleman, are you blind?Please don't bully Francois just because he is not good at physical contact, okay?

François is a fool!

Aurora squeezed her fan tightly, not even the softness of the thick carpet could wrap the anger under her feet.

Raising the folding fan is like a knight swinging a sword for the belief of protection.

This man is hers, no one can touch her, and no one can bully her.

I am safe.

Chopin looked at the girl standing in front of him, and all the negative emotions of nausea and nausea disappeared.The hand held by her was continuously sending out warm strength, he didn't care about anything now, he just wanted to leave quickly and hold her until dawn.

"Yes, I am hers."

He really is the stupidest person in the world.Isn't it good to simply admit your heart like this, don't look back and forth, and stay with the person you like?

It would be a wonderful thing to name her his surname and have her in the sun.

"Miss, I didn't see you at the beginning of the banquet. You were never around when he came, please don't make jokes." Marquis Justin said contemptuously to the girl, and then looked up at the young man with hurt eyes, "You... Are you willing to tell a lie to a stranger and not accept my kindness?"

Before Chopin could speak, Aurora stepped in forcefully.

"Huh, a lie? That's the last thing I'd bother to say."

He watched her turn, the amber was full of obscure shadows.

Anger, madness, firmness, tenderness... He couldn't accurately distinguish those emotions, but he slowly backed away as she progressed until he leaned against the wall.

The folding fan and the palm were slapped against the wall beside the collar of his shirt.The wind and noise brought by it made his heart tremble.

When she only stared at him from a close distance, everything in her eyes turned into a lingering movement.Her fingers seemed to be stroking the contours of his face, like she was playing the Nocturne in E flat major on Pleyel, strange, tender, beautiful fingerings.

"Fool, tell him—"

He heard her folding fan fall to the ground, he felt her hands clinging to the back of his neck, her misty breath came from his chin, he followed her strength and nodded slightly, touching her temples.

The hair stroked his chin, and just as he realized that the distance was too ambiguous, she firmly held the back of his head.

Moonlight sigh.

The sound of fabric rubbing.

The young man's eyes widened suddenly, and his hands were pressed against the wall so that his legs would not slip.

The girl tore at the neat scarf on his chest with her teeth, and the tearing of the fabric between the neck clearly passed along the skin.His heart was about to stop suddenly, the oxygen was leaving him, and his brain was rendered white by her breathing that could be heard so close.

He could only hear voices.

The bow tie was undone, and the collar of the turned up shirt was spread out, making her warmth even more overwhelming.Is there a butterfly staying here? Every second of fluttering his wings brings him a tremor in his soul.There is a voice in the heart, the notes of extreme speed are madness that even ten fingers can't express, the shackles seem to be breaking.

Reason had already left, or he would have stopped her audacious behavior long ago.

No, he should be crazy, he shamefully hoped that she would give her more temptation and loss of control.

Tianlan is no longer pure, and he is no longer a god on high.

Because of love and liking, he who has never shown himself to outsiders exists only for her.

With seven parts of grievance, two parts to vent anger, and one part to mark ownership, the teeth lightly bit on his Adam's apple.

The vocal cords lost their voice, all senses became dull, and his lifeline was easily handed over to her. He seemed to be pulled out of his soul in an instant, but his fingers left traces of finger marks on the exquisite wallpaper due to excessive palpitations.

"who am I to you?"

His lover was finally willing to let him go one second before he completely collapsed.

In the pair of Polish ambers, he saw an irresistible temptation.

A hug without hesitation, Chopin hugged Aurora tightly in his arms, so tight that there was no gap.

He devoutly branded a light imprint on the back of her neck, his voice full of lust was as misty as fog.

"tuest out pour moi."

you are my Everything.

Aurora, I won't run away—everything about me is yours.