And Chopin's days of playing the wind spectrum month

Jetchenka

Tonight, in the Herald Concert Hall, just two pianos are enough to set off a storm in Paris.

All the audience holding the playlist in their hands, involuntarily lowered their eyes and repeatedly looked at the names on the playlist as the keys sounded again and again.

For the first time, the Hungarian pianist who has been shining in the memory of Parisians for a long time is not the focus of attention-even if it is the same as usual, no, Liszt is even more dazzling than usual, and the brilliance blooming on the piano is like the sun The same—but the girl who appeared next to the blond musician played the notes from her strings under the command of Apollo, and it was so impossible to ignore.

This is amazing.

No female pianist has ever been able to play and release with Liszt on the piano like this.

Perhaps God finally heard their prayers, and the ears spoiled and callused by the Hungarian piano finally heard the novel sound again, just like when Chopin came to Paris.It’s not that Liszt is not good enough, but it’s because he is so good, it’s so rare to wait for a genius who can compete with him to end this long dazzling and boring time—not to mention, the Poles love the salon, There are so few public performances that there are not as many festivals in a year.

aurora.

Even without a last name, listeners have always been incredibly generous with the wonderful angels who bring something new to life.

After tonight, Paris will surely remember this name.

……

Compared with the intensified applause and noise downstairs, Chopin was not surprised.From the first time he listened to Aurora's piano, he already knew how charming the notes she performed on the black and white keys.

Chopin's focus has never been so obvious, and even in his opinion, it will be a matter of time before Aurora is accepted by Paris.

All he cares about is what she hides in the sound of the piano.

In that piece of pure blue glass, a hazy dusk filled the air.

The young man's eyes passed through the flowers and praises, and fell on the girl's back, but stopped at a more distant place.

The repertoire of the concert... should follow Liszt's preferences, otherwise it would be impossible for so many Beethoven's works to appear on the program list of the French Concertgebouw.

In private, Chopin heard many close friends play Beethoven.Although the friendship gradually deepened, and the other party learned about his aesthetics and preferences, they no longer deliberately put the master's works on social occasions... But this does not mean that Chopin will not listen, although he does not like it very much.

Compared with the shock of the twelve Liszt etudes bombarding the public in turn at the opening, Chopin paid more attention to the sound and picture outlined by the piano sound when Aurora played Beethoven's "Seventh Piano Sonata".

He directly ignored the opening and ending contributed by the Hungarian, leaving only her second and third movements in his mind.

"Depict the psychological state of a person who is in sorrow, using subtle changes in light and shadow." Chopin's comment on this Adagio was actually Beethoven's own comment first.The broken dark colors are pressed on the canvas by the oil painting scraper, leaving deep and shallow grays, and the rough painting techniques scrape out the gullies on the paint, pieced together into a depressing desolation.

Just like destroying a sand painting, you only need to touch your palm on the painting board, and as the quicksand falls, everything will be wiped clean.After a short pause, the soft minuet music cleared the desolation piled with gravel.The sudden change of color from dark gray to bright light is a common trick of Beethoven.The suffocation and heaviness of the last second turned into soothing breathing at this moment, slowly relaxing in the sound of the girl's keys.

But Chopin couldn't be relieved.He couldn't help recalling the nocturne played by Aurora, which he didn't like, and which smelled like Siberian ice and snow, and his crooked eyebrows couldn't be stretched.

Young people can't just listen to the girl's wonderful emotional transformation and the interpretation that makes people take off their hats like an ordinary person who concentrates on music.He no longer pays attention to the music itself, he cares about the reality behind these emotions.

If it is not for transcendent empathy and imitation, or personal experience, there are some things that cannot be truly expressed at the fingertips.Everyone is amazed at the hard-won clarity of the third movement, but Chopin cannot forget Aurora in the second movement.

He felt sorry for her unbreathable past, and wanted to hug her infinitely, and use his touch to give her even a sliver of moonlight.

Aurora has a secret.

Chopin is willing to spend his whole life waiting for the qualification to listen to it.

When the young man came back to his senses, the concert was drawing to a close.

After the pause, a series of notes similar to Mozart's style flew out from the girl's piano.What shocked him was that the Hungarian, who has always pursued attention and focus, actually gave her the last song-the opening and the curtain call, a perfect closed loop composed of Aurora.

It is still Beethoven, sonata, but No.20.

She no longer only undertakes the part of the music, the whole article is her stage.

Chopin no longer strained his facial features, he finally heard the music that best suited Aurora's soul.

He no longer sticks to her past, those secrets, gloom and pain should all be past tense.It is enough for him to watch her move towards a magnificent and glorious future—Aurora is definitely not someone who sinks into despair and pain, she is more tenacious and energetic than anyone else.

The young man finally returned to himself again, to listen to the truth in the girl's piano.He found more and more that everything about her cannot be copied.Like the espelette pepper that made him so hot that he couldn't help it, its taste made such an impression on him that he would never forget it in his life.

He heard the sound of the wind, the sound of the leaves, and the morning dew on the tips of the grass blades in the sound of her piano.The black gradually turned to gray, and then changed from dark blue to fish-belly white, and the dawn burst out in an instant, making the whole world begin to shine brightly.Those rays of light are dazzling and gentle, the warmth within reach, and "as long as you exist, I will not be sad anymore".

Liszt has repeatedly called this piece "Aldste" jokingly, simply because it was dedicated to the earl.Thinking of its second movement, Chopin, who never liked to give music titles, was so in favor of calling it "Dawn" for the first time.

Liszt's "Moonlight" was commented as wonderful by the world, and he was willing to crown Aurora's "Dawn" as the only one.

He couldn't help but like it.

She is his "Jet morning card", his "break of dawn", dawn and dawn[1].

She will never be confined to the long night, because she herself is the dawn that will never be drowned.

Maybe there is no need to hear the ending line at the concert, he has countless hours to listen to her performance slowly.

But now, he just wanted to be able to see him at her first sight after the curtain ended.

Chopin buttoned his hat, and the wide brim directly covered his jewel-like eyes.He got up in a hurry and left the table hastily and quietly.

And this scene, all fell into the small mirror tube of a lady in the bakery.

A heavy curtain fell before his eyes, and Aurora was led by Liszt gentlemanly, maintaining a salute posture.

Through the curtain, she could hear the endless applause in the hall. Regarding this concert, her last impression seemed to be only the flowers thrown on the stage.

The girl turned her head and saw Liszt's bright eyes with a smile in one breath.That piece of blue-green is as deep as Lake Geneva, and the sparkling waves almost make you gasp.

It's been a long time since such a high-intensity devotion performed, and Aurora just felt tired and continued to climb up along her fingers.She closed her eyes and adjusted her breathing, listening to the posture outside, at least she had to listen to Liszt's encore.

"Aurora, I have a hunch...the encore they are expecting may not be me."

"..."

Aurora couldn't help but roll his eyes at Liszt's mocking melancholy.

"Please, sir, don't make fun of this, if you do it again, I won't be able to see the sunrise tomorrow!"

"Okay, okay, in order to save the cutest Aurora, please feel free to leave the encore to me...Huh?"

Aurora followed Liszt's slightly startled gaze, and saw Chopin rushing to the side of the stage.

She froze for a moment, turned her head and questioned the person around her with her eyes, and the person shook her head slightly, telling her that this was not a prior arrangement.

The girl turned around slowly, and the young man who filled her heart was right under the stage.

The noise outside the curtain became louder and louder, and there was no delay in returning to the scene. She should say something, but she didn't know where to say it.

Aurora's shoulders were pushed towards Chopin with a gentle force.

She turned her head and only saw the bright smile of the Hungarian.

"I just said that you are right to play Liszt more...Okay, now, go where you should go, Aurora."

"Then you should also write some new Liszt songs for me to play...Thank you, Franz, I mean, I'll leave it to you for the encore."

Liszt waved at her, signaling her to be at ease.

Aurora and him staggered, and handed over to Chopin.

She used his strength to get off the stage, and she heard the curtain on the stage being slowly opened again. Applause, cheers and whistles gathered behind him to form a high wave... He didn't have too many words, only when the huge wave hit him. Before coming, he pulled her through the backstage very disliked by Chopin, and ran through the backstage path that turned to the exit.

It's really embarrassing for him, as the spokesperson of Pleyel, but he is so familiar with Eral's backstage.

"I...is such a person, do you understand?"

"Understood, Aurora, you will never give up playing the piano, you like and enjoy the performance, you are independent and dazzling enough, you hope everything is as clear as the sun."

She opened her eyes wide, listening to him responding to her question while running, every word struck her heart.

The two stopped outside the concert hall, and the tranquility of this street belonged only to them at this moment.

"Yes, Frederick Chopin, I hope everything is as clear as the sun, I can say I love you, and I can also register marriage with you," Aurora can almost hear her own heartbeat, "but if... …One day, whether Catholicism can divorce or not, I will do my best to achieve it. I will not give up self-reliance, I will continue to perform as long as I want and will not be diverted by your will, just like I will continue It’s like eating Sichuan food—”

Her voice and her words were choked up in a tender embrace of his.

"Shh, I know everything you're going to say...I know who you are. You can keep eating your favorite dishes, picking up your favorite shows, don't need to change anything for me...nothing like that One day, as long as you still love me, you will be my only one."

She raised her head in his arms, looking at his warm ocean.

"I am willing to accept everything from you. Aurora, there is nothing wrong with being a pianist-maybe in the future I can skip the time wasted on concerts and spend them on composing, and then give all my works to you. You go play... My dear, are you still willing to adopt me, a composer with no talent but a lot of rotten problems?"

"As long as you're Francois, my answer will always be 'I do'."

Abandoning the glamor on the stage, Liszt walked towards the lounge leisurely reminiscing about the time when Aurora was on the same stage tonight.

He liked this lady so much—she was so to his liking that he looked at her as if he were seeing another version of himself.

Aurora throwing the sheet music is so cute.

Liszt's brows and eyes were full of smiles, after all, he had done such things when he was a child.The way she handles this matter is exactly the same as his!

When the Hungarian opened the door of the lounge, his mind was full of enjoying the happy life after Aurora signed Eral's contract.

——That's right, let him and the cutie be on the same stage one after another, and then he must ask Angel to draw the face of a certain Polish person personally on the spot and treasure it.

flowers.

Suddenly, a huge flower basket was handed to her face from behind the door.

"surprise."

The cheerful female voice is as clear and beautiful as the chirping of birds in spring.

When Liszt saw the better face behind the flower basket, the smile on his face darkened instantly.

"Mrs. Pleyel? My fault, you prefer 'Mock'."

The blond young man took the flower basket with a top hat, held it and sniffed it lightly, seeing that the other party didn't show any intention of moving away, raised his eyebrows and reminded, "Dear Moke, I thought the surprise had been delivered, you can let the already tired Shall I go in and sit down for a rest?"

The girl held her head high and opened the folding fan she carried with her, revealing only a pair of mellow blue eyes.

She turned her body lightly, and Liszt walked in generously. After placing the flower basket, he sat on the chair with his legs crossed, and started to strike a match to light his small pipe.

"Long time no see, Mork, how was the trip abroad? When can I hear you play Mozart again in the salon?"

"Oh, the kindest Franz in Paris, with that young lady, will you still miss my Mozart? After all, I handed you the invitation letter to the salon, and you waited hard but there was no response."

Mo Ke was about to close the door, but was stopped by Liszt.

He raised the pipe in his hand, and she withdrew her hand with a raised eyebrow in amusement.

"It seems that my dear Mary has secretly blocked part of my invitation again... You know, she always does. In order to calm your anger, how about allowing me to apologize to you solemnly?"

"Come on, dear Franz, your words have no effect on me."

The young man blinked and asked innocently, "How do you want me to express that, Mork?"

The girl shook her fan and replied tenderly, "Have you seen Fried? He seems to have left in a hurry before your concert was over, and he looks very strange."

"Miss?"

"Do you remember the location of Chopin's apartment, sir?"

Liszt's hand holding the pipe froze, and the smile disappeared from his eyes.

He exhaled a puff of smoke, his handsome face seemed unreal behind the white mist.

"Of course, ma'am, how can this be forgotten?"