And Chopin's days of playing the wind spectrum month

【One name signed twice】

The coachman tightened the reins and issued brief instructions, and the Hanoverian horse raised its head slightly and lowered its hooves obediently.

The carriage finally came to a complete stop, and the carriage stopped shaking at the moment.

Fortunately, she walked slowly all the way, and Aurora didn't have to suffer from the inertia caused by the sudden stop. If that was the case, she estimated that in this distracted state, she might directly throw herself into the arms of Francois on the opposite side.

The red-faced images began to flicker before her eyes again. Although it had been several days since that salon night, everything about that person's intimacy always began to flash in front of her eyes from time to time.Always remind her that she has formed the most important bond in this beautiful nineteenth century.

"No matter how many times you ask me, François, I will accept all of you."

This was the answer she told Aurora and François that night after they had said good night in front of their respective doors.

"Then we will go to register in the next few days...you should prepare well."

Before the girl opened the door and entered the room, the young man also softly and firmly announced their next procedure.

Aurora's heartbeat began to be irregular again.She moved her hands subconsciously, and only raised her head to look at the young man opposite after she touched several folded papers beside her.

Francois sat up straight as always so that he couldn't pick a single mistake. He closed his eyes and his face was full of tranquility.

The girl pursed her lips, and swept across his folded hands resting on his knees—the shaking and rubbing of the knuckles showed that he was not as relaxed as he seemed on the surface.

It turned out that he was also nervous.

The girl sighed softly in her heart.After discovering the young man's hidden little secret, Aurora felt a little relieved.

Why are they facing each other again?Putting each other in front of their own eyes, this kind of solitude is really a test of mentality.

Aurora suddenly remembered that on that night, even Francois, who rarely showed his emotional side, would let go of her after the carriage drove into Anting Street and sit across from her.They have traveled together several times, but basically never sat on the same side—speaking of which, when Liszt took her to the salon that night, they were also sitting on the opposite seat.

"Aurora, we're here."

"Well, the car stopped, François."

The youthful voice came and scattered the girl's active thoughts.She picked up the paper at hand, and the nerves that had been relaxed just now began to tense again.

Today is the day they agreed to register, and these papers are Aurora's registration materials.

They were not easy to come by—because the girl had to spend a lot of time trying to avoid being suspected by the nanny because she had to hide it from Petit, and obtained the relevant documents that had been collected by the elders.Before coming here, she and Francois went to the Polish embassy. According to normal procedures, they should complete the marriage registration here[1].

But François seemed to be extremely resistant to the Polish embassy. He would rather go through more procedures to be allowed to go to the Paris City Hall to register, rather than keep the paper that signifies the conclusion of the marriage here.

Although this was not right, at that time—especially Francois, who felt strange all over his body as soon as he stepped into the embassy. He almost suppressed his emotions and took her to get the permission. In him, Aurora vaguely saw the shadow of Chopin.

Because I love that country so much, I can't allow it to be stained with a grain of sand.

The girl immediately shook her head, strictly forbidding herself to connect the two of them.After all, as long as it is a Pole who comes to Paris to wander and has not died yet, it will be like this.

Now, Aurora is going to take these things and go to the city hall with Francois for marriage registration.

Oh Charoline...

This is probably the craziest thing I've ever done in my life. It can't even be compared to the fact that I signed a marriage contract with someone a few days after time travel.

I'm going to get married soon—yes, with a Mr. Antique—the kind who stole the ID card from home and went to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get the certificate with him!

The girl took a deep breath, and stretched out her hand to the door latch of the carriage.

The man's hand caressed her knuckles, preventing her from pulling the door latch.

"Aurora, are you ready?" Before Aurora raised doubts, Francois spoke first, "You may still have the last chance to regret..."

"Francois, ask yourself, do you believe the last question?" She smiled and patted his hand, and the sound of the door latch being pulled was clearly audible, "Give me a chance if you say I have no chance What a contradiction, sir."

Opening the car door, Aurora jumped out first.

Standing in the sunlight, she held out her hand to François in the car.

"I will not regret it, François, go and register."

"I heard you, Aurora, go and register."

Chopin was a little funny.

When he was hesitating, Aurora was always the one who was unwavering. His last hesitation and timidity were completely wiped out by her under the sun.But after entering the city hall, the young man clearly felt the heavy steps of the girl holding his arm, and he was frightened.

He happily put his hand on the back of hers.

On the path of love, he and Aurora seem to be out of step, but they can always reach a harmonious progress.When Chopin doubts everything, he is always awakened by the frankness of the tits.But his little bird likes to wear the mask of a paper tiger, and her teeth and claws will never last, because her girlish shyness is one of her essence after all.

Coincidentally, when her arrogance weakened, it was always when he was extremely firm - their time difference was just right.

"Francois, Aurora—here."

When someone called his name face to face in the huge city hall, Chopin felt that everyone's eyes were on him.He took a tight breath, almost as uneasy as a concert. He thought the empty hall seemed to be full of people in an instant.

Well, he was damned terrified too.

Chopin stared fiercely at the blond pianist who was waving enthusiastically in front of him, for fear that others would not see him, gritted his teeth secretly, and once again suspected that inviting Liszt was a big mistake.

"Ah, Franz! Why, and—is it Monsieur Arkan?"

Miss Titmouse came to life in an instant, and dragged him briskly to that side.

She seems to be called Arkan?

Wait, she knew Alkan—how could this be possible, the Jewish pianist was his most low-key friend.He likes him very much because they have very similar temperaments.

Chopin pursed his lips, feeling rather apprehensive. After all, Arkan's portraits are not as many as his, and so are his works.

……

"It turned out to be you, Miss, what a coincidence, no wonder—"

"Charles, do you know Aurora?"

Liszt is very interested, firstly because his friend who has a more severe crowd phobia than Chopin can naturally accept the approach of strangers; secondly because according to the meaning of Alkan's words, he and Aurora are definitely not new.

It seemed that the expression of the Polish man who was walking towards him was not very good. The blond young man raised his eyebrows and opened his ears to listen to the shy friend beside him explaining.

"I met her at the salon...after I gave my last name, she recognized me, and..."

"Then what happened?"

Perhaps it was because of embarrassment that made Arkan hesitate.Liszt didn't look at Chopin's stinky face at all, just wanted to know the answer.

Vigilance is also a characteristic of this friend. If you don't ask why now, when the Poles come, he may not know the rest until tomorrow.

"And then there is... this lady is looking forward to playing my etude."

"Your, etude?"

Liszt's eyes widened.Chopin's emotionless voice hit his ears, causing a chill behind him.

"Charles, you never write etudes."

"Yes, F, François, may I know your wife's name? When I have written the etudes, I shall dedicate them."

Hey, Arkan, don't be such an idiot, where's your vigilance?I can smell the sour smell of the Poles. He is getting married today. Think about what you are doing here.

Liszt cursed in his heart, he seemed to be able to foresee how the Poles would criticize him in private again.

"Yes, Mr. Arkan, but I don't need your dedication, I just want to play your piece soon. I am—"

"Aurora."

The girl happily joined in the greetings, but before she could tell her name, she was interrupted by the young man holding her arm.

The Hungarians couldn't hold back their laughter, how could this group of people forget about business when they could still meet each other!

"Aurora... what about the surname?"

"You don't need to know her original surname. Anyway, from today onwards, she has my surname—I also want to hear your etude that she is looking forward to. Charles, her name and my surname can also be counted as dedication Give it to me."

Liszt looked helplessly at Alkan blinking slowly, and nodded obediently.He was afraid that the smell of the most sour lemon in France from the Poles would affect him, so he changed the topic with a smile.

"If you really want to play the etude so much, Aurora, here is the etude on the theme of Paganini - of course, this is something to do later, everything is ready now, you two go get married!"

Liszt felt that he couldn't finish it, and pushed Chopin to the registration office.

When the groom finally knew that he had to do business first, he let go and walked with Alkan.

"Aurora, all my works... are yours."

The vague voice made the Hungarian slip on his feet.

What is the structure of the Polish heart? This awkwardness is really unusual-you have the ability, don't do those little tricks, and directly point out that "all the compositions of Chopin" dare you?

……

Chopin concluded that Liszt must be the source of some kind of virus, otherwise why would everything go wrong as long as this person is around?

Fortunately, Aurora will be able to complete the registration with him soon.

"It's you? The one three days ago—"

"Yes, sir, 'special appointment'."

The staff behind the counter instantly remembered his face, and Chopin's reminder was just right.The other party nodded, quickly pulled out a registration form, and started routine inquiries.

"Please state your names on both sides, men please go first. [2]"

"François Pison."

"Aurora Wardsinska."

"Respective beliefs, men please go first."

"Catholic."

"...Catholic."

"It is now October 1836, 10. Mr. Pisson and Miss Waldsinska, on witness of this registration card and in my pen, you are hereby married, with the blessing of your respective witnesses. Relationship. If you are loyal to each other, please sign your names here, if you are still a man, please first. After that, please have your witnesses sign their names too."

Chopin took the cardboard and spread it on the stage. He went to dip the pen into the ink, but the tip of the pen couldn't reach into the ink bottle for a long time because of shaking hands.

He took a deep breath, gave up the futile action, and handed the pen to Aurora.

"Aurora, you sign it first, and then give it to Franz and Charles..."

"Francois?"

"My dear friend, what are you?"

He held his trembling right hand and sighed helplessly: "Aurora, please forgive me, it's my first time getting married, I'm too excited and nervous to even write well, let me take it easy...I promise, you sign I'll be back to normal when it's over."

She took the pen from his hand with a smile, and signed on the card: "Francois, I am also getting married for the first time, don't be afraid, you can't escape anyway, I have a long time, wait patiently." Your hands are back to normal."

After Arkan and Liszt signed, the pen returned to Chopin.

"This is my second time as a witness[3], but thank you, dear Fo, for giving me the experience of signing before the groom."

The Hungarian joked in a weird tone behind him, and the Polish hand that just picked up the pen froze again.

After a while, he handed the card to the staff member, turned around with a solemn face, and took a deep breath.

"Aurora, would you mind rewriting it again? I just accidentally... shook ink onto the registration card and stained it."

If ink dots cover the handwriting, the registration will be deemed invalid.

Chopin could have seen Liszt clutching Arkan's arm, struggling to hold back a smile.

"Then... write it again, François."

"After finishing writing, I will take you to church."

The author has something to say: 【Note·op.53】

[1] They should complete the registration here: According to the existing marriage procedures of Berlioz and Harriet, they completed their marriage registration at the British Embassy.I couldn't research any other relevant information from that year, so I made a private design based on the case of broccoli.

At this time, Chopin did not accept the Polish passport under the control of Tsarist Russia, and took it as a "French residence".Because of Waldshinski's relationship, Miss Ou can be regarded as similar to Harriet.But in view of Xiao Xiao's temper, he probably wouldn't go wrong with the Polish embassy in Poland, so he decided to go through an extra process and let them register with the French government.

[2] "Please state your names separately": The information on the marriage registration card is based on the marriage registration information of Berlioz and Harriet.The first half is filled in by the staff, including the names, beliefs, and dioceses of both parties, and then the date and date and the person in charge are written, and then the registrant signs, and finally the witnesses can sign.

[3] "This is my second time as a witness": Franz Liszt was one of Hector Berlioz's witnesses when he registered. According to his nature, he would be happy to help Friends get this done.

Probably because Li Zi never got a marriage certificate all his life, Broccoli's marriage failed.Think about the negative and the positive, anyway, Arkan didn't get the marriage certificate, after all, Xiao Xiao and Miss Ou will never be.