And Chopin's days of playing the wind spectrum month

Never Regret Choice

In the early morning, when you open the door, the first thing you see is the person you like...

What mood will you be in?

Perhaps it was because some of the senses were awakened half a beat later, Aurora couldn't really analyze the emotions that were passing through her at the moment.

She only felt that the approaching winter morning light coming in through the window at the end of the corridor seemed to be as dazzling as the midsummer noon.Those brilliance invaded her field of vision, like using an art scraper to fill up gold, light yellow and warm white, gently scraping brilliant light on the almost completed oil painting canvas, blurring the youth's face in bunches of straight lines little by little.

The realism in western painting seems to be transformed into the freehand brushwork in oriental ink painting in an instant.

Hazy, lingering, sprouting, but wonderful.

After Aurora got used to the dazzling impact of the morning light, she looked at the young man locked in the door frame with her cufflinks twisted. She cleared her throat, leaned her elbows on the door panel, raised her head slightly, and turned over the charmed man as if nothing had happened. One page, said "Good morning".

Chopin remained motionless, only his eyes trembled slightly.

His gaze seemed to travel from head to toe on her body.

She felt something, and lowered her head to scan herself...

Bach's Fugue - Pajamas!

What about the oxygen content in the air?What about the clamoring strike of the heart and lungs?

Aurora's elbow almost slipped off the door panel. If she hadn't maintained her standing position earlier, she would have already staggered and slipped due to her unstable center of gravity.

Originally, she wouldn't care so much about such a trivial matter, but the identity of that person has another label - he is Chopin, so even if this trivial matter is an ordinary note on the score, it is now marked with an accent mark.

The reason why someone stood there dumbfounded was that his three views had been impacted again, right?

"Well... good morning?"

Chopin's greetings are as soft as the sound of mosquitoes, with a slightly raised tail.What's rare is that he didn't turn his back, and didn't whisper some embarrassing etiquette suggestions from his mouth.

"Ahem... F, Francois, is this so early?"

"..."

The bad start made a certain lady almost fight with her tongue red, wishing she could cover the other's ears and try again.

A certain gentleman puts down his tortured cufflinks after a brief silence, the sleeves hidden behind him visibly bearing fingerprints.

"Yesterday was like a dream... Aurora, what drove me to wake up early... Sure enough, if I still wake up like usual, I will miss your special 'good morning'."

"Oh. So what are you going to do with me today, François?"

"Piano lessons... I think it's time for me to honor a lady's appointment?"

"Very good, Chopin 'teacher'. Excuse me, what are you going to teach me today?"

"I don't have my teaching materials here... I don't think you would mind if I leave for a while and go home to get some teaching scores, dear 'student' Aurora."

"Then what are you waiting for? You have owed my lessons for so long!"

"...No, although it's a little embarrassing, but——Aurora, do you mean to unilaterally cancel my breakfast?"

Dizziness and blur once again swept over the girl's perception, her mind was in chaos, and she struggled awkwardly.

The young man in the opposite door frame seemed to have adapted to this rhythm, and began to play by himself, leading the melody between them.

Fugue x Cantata!

Aurora almost had five claw marks on the door—on the first day she officially accepted that "Chopin is Francois", why did she inadvertently urge him to leave?

"Sir, won't you go and come back sooner? The sooner you leave, the sooner you can come back—be quicker, and maybe see the bread steaming! Now, I'm going to change my clothes."

The girl quickly closed the door, ignoring the loud noise.

The young man blinked, and the hair on his forehead seemed to be shaken by the blown wind.

Chopin in the carriage recalled the morning episode, and the smile on his mouth was infinitely extended by the tie.

He didn't need to hide and beat around the bush anymore, he drove openly from No. 38 Anting Street to No. 5, and went back and forth in complete relaxation, which made him feel very comfortable.

Perhaps, from revealing the move at the beginning, to exchanging apartments with Liszt, to the ridiculous cohabitation and the shock after revealing the truth... the twists and turns can be calmed down, and everything can be on the right track from now on.

It turned out to be such a relaxed and happy thing to be able to stand in the sun and say out loud that I like it without any concealment or hypocrisy.

What would you like to play for your first piano lesson?

Or Mozart - Aurora will definitely be able to interpret the piece he is looking forward to into a warm sun.

The carriage gradually came to a standstill.

Chopin glanced out the window a little, and found that he was still a little away from his apartment—although No. 38 and No. 5 are not far away, it is really strange not to park in front of his house.

"Sir, there is a carriage parked in front of the apartment. Should we wait for a while or go directly? The carriage looks like it is here to pick up someone, and it should leave immediately. It may be more convenient for us to wait a while and stop."

The coachman's explanation soon floated out of the window. Chopin casually glanced at the vehicle in front of the house in front of him. There was no obvious sign on the vehicle to give information.He paused and signaled the coachman to wait first.

who can that be?

After all, this point is still too early for Anting Street.

The door of No. 5 was opened, and a veiled woman rushed out of the room quickly.Her clothes were irregular, showing haste and panic everywhere.

The woman jumped into the carriage with ease.

The moment she rushed down the steps, the wind blew by, lifting the veil that she hadn't covered tightly, causing her footsteps to stagnate for a moment.

In just a flash, Chopin's eyes caught the key picture. The woman's bun is sagging, her golden hair is flying loosely, her face is young, and her figure is very familiar.

Definitely someone I know.

The young man avoided the window and lowered his hat to hide it.

After a while, a whip was heard, and the carriage rattled past him.

"Sir, you can get out of the car."

Until the coachman parked the car in front of his house and opened the carriage, Chopin still hadn't escaped from his trance.

Shoes imprint sound on the steps.The image of the woman dropping her veil against the wind was replayed in the youth's mind again.

Walking stagnated, Chopin's hand on the doorknob couldn't help but tremble.He widened his eyes, only feeling a huge sense of absurdity rushing from the center of the earth to the sky.

Camille Mock, now known as Marie Player.

The wife of the best friend and crushing piano maker, somewhere between reliable and unreliable, is the woman who just left her apartment in a hurry!

What the hell happened here last night?

Chopin opened the door in horror, and rushed in in panic——

On the coffee table, goblets collapsed on the table, and empty wine bottles were scattered around.The room was filled with the smell of vodka, heavy perfume and suffocating cigarettes. Chopin held his breath, rushed to the window, pulled the curtains and opened the window, breathing in the living air.

He adjusted his breathing, and the veins on his forehead were already visible in his hair.Pacing heavily to the sofa, the messy coffee table almost suffocated him again - the smell of vodka emanated from the dry and overturned water marks on the table.

Chopin held back the scream in his chest and fell down on the sofa.Trembling fingers caressed helplessly on the sofa.His fingertips touched something inadvertently, and the touch from his fingertips made him jump up in horror.

This white silk sofa cover that he loved so much seemed to be stained with the dirtiest thing, and he only wished there was no fire to burn it to ashes on the spot.Chopin suppressed the evil desire to vomit, and frantically backed away from the sofa.Tripped by the piano bench, he stumbled and fell on the piano, his elbows and back slammed down a large black and white key, making a piercing bang.

……

"Huh, Fried? How did you come back at this point?" Liszt, who heard the sound, opened his sleepy eyes and went downstairs yawning. After seeing the iconic brown hair, he simply lay on the railing, He asked weakly.

"What did you do..." Chopin looked absently at his friend who was about to soften into a puddle of mud, his murmur was almost extremely weak.

"Ah, Fried, I have something to tell you—"

"Franz Liszt, what the hell have you done in my house!"

The Pole discarded his most docile and elegant coat, and his angry roar turned into shells and threw it precisely at the Hungarian side.The explosion almost shattered Liszt's mind. He leaned on the armrest to stand up, and finally his eyelids were no longer attached to each other.

Chopin's blue eyes were full of red, and he was like a raging lion, with sharp thorns in his mane.

The drowsiness dissipated in an instant, but Liszt opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound.

With hostile eyes and a flaming index finger pointing to the sofa covered with messy white silk cloth, beside the messy coffee table... This smart young man understood in an instant that the woman was finally using his tricks in front of the good friend he protected. A bottomless abyss was dug for him.

"Francois, breakfast is ready, would you like to have it with me?"

Aurora knocked on the door of Chopin's room, her ear lightly pressed against the door.After hesitating for a moment, she turned the handle and found that the door was locked tightly from the inside.

Something was wrong with Chopin.

He came back almost as soon as she had finished washing up and went downstairs, without the music score in his hand, his whole expression almost collapsed.Aurora's inquiry was not answered, and after a long panting, the first thing he said was "Give me a basin of water" in a crying voice.

Then he washed his hands frantically, as if there was something filthy deep in his hands.When Aurora forcibly stopped Chopin's almost masochistic behavior, those god-given hands seemed to have lost their vitality.

The girl was held tightly in the arms of the young man.He desperately seeks warmth, trust and comfort from her. As long as he is by her side, the darkness and filth will disappear.

He says he's moving—now, now, now, he's asking to live here forever, and the etiquette is all rubbish.

Chopin was injured.

Although he didn't know what happened to him in this short period of time.Aurora was willing to accept everything about him unconditionally, and she led him back to Chopin's exclusive bedroom, sorting out the messy emotions before having a good talk.In the time it took to go downstairs to get breakfast, the sensitive Mr. Poland locked the door and refused to say another word.

"Francois, can you open the door? We don't need to talk, just let me sit next to you and accompany you..."

The female voice became softer, but there was no movement at the door.

She sighed and was about to continue persuading him when Petit called her downstairs and said that Liszt was visiting.

Breakfast was gently placed by the door by Aurora. She looked at the locked door and turned to leave.

Perhaps, something is wrong with Chopin, and Liszt can give her an answer.Only with the answer can there be a direction to take him out.

……

There was a straightforward and warm hug full of Hungarian style.Aurora seemed to miss the beat, and instantly lost the rhythm of thinking with Liszt.

She heard him hysterically repeating the broken sentences, and before she could hear them carefully, Liszt let her go.

The sun god seems to have lost his divinity, and the sun no longer favors him.

The blond hair has lost its luster, the face is full of exhaustion, and the body smells like alcohol... Is the world going to be destroyed?Why are these two proud sons of heaven having problems?

"Aurora...listen to me—"

"go out!"

As soon as Aurora heard Liszt speak, a rough command sounded behind her.

She looked back bitterly, Chopin did not know when he appeared in the stairwell.The Polish rushed over quickly, knocked off Liszt's hand holding her, stood in front of her, and pointed at the open door.

"Get out, Liszt, you are not welcome here."

"Fried, listen to me, it's not what you see—"

"Then why is she there? Did you consider my feelings when you made your choice, Franz Liszt?"

"..."

Aurora couldn't get in their conversation, and couldn't even hear why.But at least she knew that everything was wrong because the relationship between the poet and the king was cast a shadow.

She slowly retreated to the bookcase, and carefully took out a small thing from the drawer.

"You will always be like this... wanton and wild, without knowing the consequences...God, how could you do such absurd things in my house..."

There are hardly any ups and downs in the words of the Polish people. The words are piled up and solidified into a glacier. They move slowly and stab firmly into the heart, making people feel cold all over.

"...You are wrong, Fried. My choice this time is not wrong, and I will never regret it."

The Hungarian closed his eyes, he seemed a little tired.Having known each other for many years, he knows that now is definitely not a good time to explain.

"The same piece of music can be played in two completely opposite ways...Fried, I didn't do the absurd thing."