And Chopin's days of playing the wind spectrum month

【What else can I do】

"Despicable - I want to divorce you!"

In a concert hall, even a small cough during a performance can ruin the perfect piano sound on stage.What's more, there is no one around now, this independent, empty and huge space belongs to the only two people completely.

The angry ending echoed back and forth on the stone wall, reproducing every syllable of the girl so clearly.

Divorce, divorce, divorce.

This word is like a mantra, repeated in the ear, almost suffocating, and pulling the soul away.

Aurora gasped for breath, as if she had lit a fire on the dry season of the East African prairie.Her calmness and rationality were completely swallowed by the grassland fire, and she didn't even know what she just said.

Her heart was throbbing with the echo in the hall, she could hear it clearly, the divorce—very well, two days ago she and her lover happily went to register for marriage, two days later she couldn't control her emotions and filed for divorce.

It was so exciting, the girl never thought that the flash marriage and divorce would happen to her, or she would be in charge of it.

The question is, is that really what she really wants?

Aurora didn't know—the reason for the heartache could be explained both positively and negatively. Is it anger due to deception, or remorse due to impulsive decision?It's just too complicated.

She couldn't calm down, the upset and entanglement in her heart were like Beethoven's scribbled manuscripts, and it was difficult to see the position of a note.

"...O, Aurora, God, Catholics... No, you can't divorce..."

The thought that had been disconnected by the shock seemed to be connected, and Chopin subconsciously held his left hand, rubbing and turning the little ring on his ring finger with trembling fingers, as if it would give him some strength to stand in front of her.

The young man's face turned pale in an instant, and he couldn't believe his proud and keen sense of hearing. The panic in his eyes contrasted sharply with the stiff smile frozen at the corner of his mouth.His lips twitched, but he could only utter a word of awkward and unconvincing persuasion.

The flame in Aurora's heart shot straight into the sky.

He planned every step of the way, everything was calculated - she could hardly put Francois and the man in front of her together, even though they were essentially one person.

Is François in charge of all this, or is Chopin behind this comedic show?The girl wanted to scream, to roar, to vent, but she couldn't.

The remaining rationality told her that losing control and getting lost now is definitely not a good option.These messy things should be calmed down and peeled off, one by one to restore them to their original state.

Especially the person in front of him, even if he is not Francois, he is at least Chopin...

Even though her faith had nearly collapsed, Aurora's subconscious still remembered that this man was her god.

Oh--

Fugue the damned nineteenth century.

Fugue this damn script of fate.

Fugue damn it... piano recital!

Ha, Catholics can't get divorced...what bastard historian of Chopin said that this guy was a gentleman and a gentleman with ladies?To hell with him and his research conclusions.

Aurora glared at the young man who was so nervous that his limbs were stiff, turned around abruptly, and walked straight to the entrance of the concert hall.

The women's shoes made a long and vocal march of anger on the stairs.

From now on, she will never say a word to some bastard, she swears!

……

out of control.

The development of things did not lead to the expected ending in the script.

From the moment Aurora turned around in front of Chopin's eyes, he felt that his heart was being drawn out of the chasm by the blank staff.

The brown-haired musician had never been left so mercilessly.This made him feel as if he had returned to the shock in his heart when he learned of the terrible situation in Poland after he traveled to Vienna.From then on, he knew that he would end up wandering alone.And now, God seems to be taking back the light that was given to him.

Even though he had expected this tragic ending in the beginning, when he actually faced her back, Chopin found that all the presuppositions were nothingness.

Indeed, he has always been passive, hints have always been enough, and he will not ask for trouble for the already obvious ending... But today is different, this is his wife, the only thing he wants for so many years Pause—her rage stemmed from him, and he couldn't be mistaken.

Even if you can only use three days of marriage...

Oh, God, it hurts enough to describe it that way - it's getting late, the night in Paris is never kind to a woman alone, and he should send her home safely.

Picking up the flower basket at his feet, he staggered and hurried to catch up.

At least until Aurora arrived home, Chopin didn't want her to disappear from his sight.

With a piercing chill, the night wind blows into the heart the white snow that has fallen all over the place.

The young man's pale blue eyes were full of pain and helplessness, his lips were tightly drawn into a line, and his pale face was ravaged by the wind, leaving some red marks.

After leaving the Pleyel Concert Hall and stepping into the streets of Paris, Aurora's pace gradually slowed down from the initial haste.It seems that the night is the best hiding place, there is no more noise around, and the bustle has long since left, just suitable for a person to clean up the lonely heart silently.

Chopin was only one or two behind the girl—this was the final compromise they reached during their pursuit. The young man knew that she didn't want to go with him, but he was really worried that she was too far behind her at this time, and Hu didn't say a word After a long tug-of-war, the girl finally acquiesced to this distance.

Chopin didn't know how long they had been walking, he only knew that Aurora stepped on his heart every step he took.And her lonely and sad and exhausted back hurt his eyes deeply.

The carriage was three feet behind him, and he confirmed once again how determined his loved one really is.

Is there any hope?The Poles don't know.

Whether François or Chopin, his heart has never changed. Although they have been separated from the beginning to the end, they are the same person-Chopin is very sure that Mr. Writer, who he split from, has all the feelings and all the love. It's all in common with his id.

He has only one, only one heart, and will only love one person.

Why is Chopin no longer attractive to Aurora?She obviously likes him so much - even after seeing the more sunny Liszt, she hasn't changed.

He is also convinced that she loves Francois... But why can't these two positive likings be superimposed?Why did she get angry when she heard that he was Chopin, and almost pushed herself out of her world?

The flower basket hit the young man's right leg from time to time, and Chopin probably guessed that there would probably be a bruise on his leg tomorrow morning.How could these little pains compare to the sadness in his heart?

He didn't want to put down this flower basket. If he wanted to end in tragedy, this would be the last gift he would receive.He raised his eyes to lock on to her back again, feeling sore in his heart.Maybe after today, he can only watch her in a secret corner...

Aurora didn't seem to see the way clearly, or she didn't pay attention to it at all. She tripped over a stone or a pothole, and her uncontrolled body almost fell down in embarrassment.

Chopin rushed forward, wrapped his decisive arms around her waist and moved back. The girl stepped back a few steps, and finally bumped into his shoulder and stood still.

The long-lost warmth.

It's been two days, and he hasn't been this close to her for two full days.For this concert dedicated to her, he locked himself in front of the piano until the show began.

Chopin discovered that all his counseling was hypocrisy.

From the moment Aurora returned to his arms, he knew that he would never accept losing like this.

The girl was silent, just staring at the arms around her waist, she didn't struggle, but said enough with her eyes.

The young man didn't say anything, and let go of her reluctantly with a sigh.

After regaining her freedom, she paused for a moment, then simply continued to move forward.He closed his eyes and reached out to grab her.

"Aurora, get in the carriage with me, don't go any further.

"You can punish me...but please don't hurt yourself and those who love you-Pettit is still waiting for you at home, it's late, don't worry her."

His words are like a harp singing a broken love song, each string plucking the sympathy and heartache of the listener.

Her back was slightly startled, her brows and eyes lowered for a while, and when the carriage stopped beside her, she no longer resisted his guidance, and obediently got into the carriage.

Seeing that Aurora accepted the proposal and got in the car and sat down, Chopin was relieved.

Looking at her in the carriage who was unwilling to give him another look, the irregular pain began to torment his fragile heart again.The young man just got into the carriage, hesitating and not daring to sit down.

"Aurora, can I... can I?"

He pointed to the position beside her, and her careful request finally got her to raise her eyes for a moment.Her amber is easy to interpret, the meaning is very simple, and the doubts caused by not knowing what it means.

"I know, you...you definitely don't want to see my face," Chopin smiled bitterly, "allow me to sit beside you, so even if you look up, you won't be able to see me..."

After a moment of silence, she tapped the seat next to her a few times and moved several inches to the other side.

He froze for a moment, turned around and sat down, not knowing the joys and sorrows, but even the hand that closed the door was trembling.

The horseshoe beat the stone road again to a silent rhythm, and the wheels spun forward, extending the two lines of piano music into two blank five lines, without melody or harmony.

Chopin turned his head, only daring to look at the lover in his heart through the blurred image on the window glass.

"Aurora, I didn't expect that the first time I could officially sit next to you in a carriage would be in this way..."

The youth's sighs are like hallucinations.Even though his heart is full of wind and snow, his words to her are always gentle and tender.

Where he couldn't see, the silent girl almost bit her lips, and her other hand clenched tightly into a fist, as if there had never been a gap between her fingers.

In the nineteenth century, according to etiquette, opposite sexes were never allowed to sit on the same side, even if they were the only ones in the carriage.

The relationship between opposite sexes who can grow up and sit together without avoiding suspicion must be extremely close, unless they are relatives or lovers.

"Aurora, what about your etiquette!"

Petit's voice of disapproval only made the girl pause for a few seconds, and then she didn't respond and walked straight to the stairs.

"Aurora—"

"Pettit, please don't blame her, a lot happened tonight...let her rest early."

Chopin stopped the nanny with a bad face and told her not to pursue the details.

"Didn't you go to the concert together? Her favorite... 'Chopin' recital? What, she was disappointed in his piano?"

"...Maybe, Petit, God... is on your side."

The depression and depression of the young man made the elder unable to bear to tease him anymore. His depression and heartbreak were not fake, and the bitter fruit of deception had already exploded—what the elder couldn’t figure out was that there shouldn’t be a relationship between the two of them because of the same identity. It's like this.

The two young people are both stubborn, and it will be fine if they quarrel for two days.

After mocking in her heart, Pettit moved away calmly to welcome Chopin in, but the other party put on a top hat to signal her not to do so.

"Aren't you going to rest?"

"No. Good night, ma'am."

……

After returning to the room, Aurora locked the door, leaning against the door panel and panting heavily.

Finally able to be alone, she slowly sorted out her thoughts and calmed down her mood, but she was suddenly shocked by the emotion that was no longer suppressed in her heart, tears filled her eyes.She held her head up stubbornly, refusing to let the drops fall.

After the emotional tsunami passed, she took the candlestick and walked to the window, opened a small piece of screen and looked down.

François, no, Chopin was standing downstairs, the French windows with the curtains not yet drawn did not spare the candlelight in the room, and painted his face with warm orange.She could even clearly see his facial features that seemed to have been filtered, smiling gently and sadly at her.

He lifted the top hat on his head and moved his lips, only the girl upstairs was in his eyes.

She obviously had poor eyesight, but she could instantly understand his lips in such a hazy night.

The curtains were slammed shut, and the candlesticks were blown out immediately.

Aurora hugged her knees and let herself sob in the dark.

"Good night, Aurora."

"Good night, François."

The author has something to say: Thank you for your concern, I am not sick, but just fell into a very tangled Cavan period.

I didn't dare to read your message until I wrote the update, I kept you waiting for a long time.But if I don't want to be clear, I can't afford it myself.

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 in Dongmuxichao and Qianque Alley;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmines: the rice that is played, the big and bald head of Jiageng, the hyacinth, the clear and shallow fleeting time, the east and west, the fruit, the dawn, the name of the madness, and the quilt of the koala;

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