And Chopin's days of playing the wind spectrum month

A Letter Across the Sea and the Third Marriage Proposal

"Do you think Fried really hated me, so he left Paris for London so soon. He pretended to forgive me, but..."

Liszt lay on the piano, poking the keys aggrievedly to talk to Aurora.

"Sir, if this is the case, am I the most wronged person? You came to my house for our performance at the Eral Concert Hall a week later. You have occupied my piano. Can you please play it well? Franz Liszt?"

"Oh, Aurora, the way you speak now looks more and more like someone, it's really not cute."

The performance returned to normal, and Aurora didn't care about the Hungarian who played tricks. She took out a pocket watch from her pocket and looked at it quietly.

It was left to her by Chopin when he left Paris.

He said it was his "first glory" and something he would never give up.

Pocket watch made of solid gold, engraved "Frédéric Chopin, age 10, from Madame Catalani".

As a little fan of the famous Italian opera singer from Milan to Moscow, this is a gift given by Angelica Catalani to Chopin during a salon performance in Warsaw.

I leave it to you, that is——

"I will definitely come back to you."

Aurora looked around, in the house, things belonging to Chopin were slowly filling the entire space.He left Paris, but he didn't have anything—moving was not a moment of anger.

She can probably guess a little bit about the psychology of the Poles.Probably because of concerns about etiquette, although the misunderstanding was cleared, rumors could breed at any time, he didn't dare to let himself live in.It happened that Camille proposed to travel, and Chopin could not only help his friends, but also buffer him a little.

"Isn't that Freed's pocket watch, which he gave you?"

"No, I'm just taking care of it."

Liszt suddenly sat next to Aurora, pointed to the pocket watch and said to her, "Do you know, there is a secret hidden in this watch——"

Aurora raised her eyebrows, as if listening attentively.

"I've only seen Fried demo it once too...God forbid, it's still there!"

The young man took the pocket watch, unscrewed the back cover, and dropped a round piece of paper from it. His eyes lit up, and he happily put it into the girl's palm.

Aurora raised her palm.

This is a hand-painted portrait of a young girl.

"This lady is Freed's baby. How about it? Are you feeling sour?" Liszt spoke triumphantly and exaggeratedly. When he turned around, he found Aurora had tears in his eyes, so he apologized and explained in a panic, "Hey , don't cry! I apologize, miss, it's just a joke, she's Chopin's sister, her own sister—"

"chacha..."

"It's 'Amelia,' Amelia Chopin."

The young man mistook it for the portrait's name when he heard the girl whispering the name, and corrected her gently.

"No, Franz, I'm talking about another girl, a sister I may never see again... very, very much like this Miss Amelia..."

"Really, God is so teasing that Fried won't be able to see his sister again. If I miss her, I'd like to hear about that lady called 'chacha'."

Aurora was stunned for a moment, and suddenly found that the sun is just right today, suitable for reminiscing about the past.

She closed her pocket watch, filled Liszt with a cup of afternoon tea, and began to tell him about a violinist named "Charoline".

"She likes Paganini? I think she likes me too—"

"Sir, pay attention, she is a violinist, and she doesn't have much relationship with the piano. Besides, the best way for her to like Paganini is to play his music...your piano music, I don't think that child Definitely want to play."

"Wow, this way of liking is really novel, I am more and more fond of this lady... If I met her when I was young, I might like her-after all, I can play par to her on the piano Gnini."

"...I'm sorry, she only likes the violin."

"To Aurora

I have arrived in London, have just found a hotel with Camille, and am writing to you from my room.The voyage went well, I just think it is extremely unwise to go to England in the winter - it is much colder than Paris (probably Camille's heart was frozen, the weather in London can't affect him at all, even he can find joy in this cold that we don't know about).

By the way, if someone says I'm in poor health in London, please don't believe such a lame lie.I just wanted to wrap myself up as soon as I got to the hotel and not go anywhere.Although I don't like to pick up pens, it is a joy to write for you, and I would like to write more for you...but please allow me to stop writing for a moment, a sad person knocks on my door and needs to pull Let me go to carnival to relieve boredom.

The madness is theirs, and I'll just watch their insanity. "

"Where did I write? I seem to be a bit out of touch, so let's start again.

I have given myself the pseudonym 'Frieze'.The act of resolute anonymity is absolutely correct, as long as I don't touch the piano, no one can guess my identity-it makes my travel easy.We've been to Windsor, Blackwall and Richmond... I've decided that every time I go, I'll find a small bunch of Gypsophila (rare, I can get it this season), wait for me I'll give them all to you when I get back to Paris.

I might not be able to do 'Frieze' today because I can't, I have a social event tonight and I can play the piano freely. "

"I have sent you several letters before, and I have decided not to send you one by one from today.

I'm going to save up all the letters and pack them for you—seeing so many sheets of paper, believe me, Aurora, you are definitely qualified to 'show off' in front of Liszt that Chopin sent me such a thick letter.In order to make the contrast of this drama stronger, I decided to send the Hungarian a blank paper-in view of the letter he sent me, I almost choked with resentment-his diction It looked just like his piano, and it made me dizzy.

Be careful not to let him see this letter (in view of his frequent visits to you recently). "

"Oh, my God, is Camille's brain drowned by the North Sea? It's been a few months, and he still has to travel!

I'm going to miss Christmas with you——I want to write 1 zals on the music paper of the song he invited me—— Liszt must be asked to write, because of him, these things happen.

I just vent my anger.Liszt is the most hated musician in the world.

I want to go back to Paris, even if Liszt is there. "

"I've got the boat ticket, the boat ticket to leave this island.

God, the glacier in Camille's head is finally thawing, I promise I'll be right back.

But please allow me to keep the date of my return a little secret, because I want to give you a surprise. "

"To my family in Warsaw, January 1837, 1.

On the first day of the new year, I am writing to you from across the sea in London...

Mom and Dad, the thing you worry about, I don't think it will ever have to happen again.I'm about to get up and go back to Paris. If her answer doesn't change this time—then I may have to complete a wedding with your distant blessings.

No impulse, just want to be in the sun, with her.

f Chopin. "

After Christmas and New Years came to the nineteenth century, the annual calendar was finally renewed.

Xueyue will soon turn the page, and Yuyue will come in the blink of an eye.

Aurora no longer wants to count, today is the first few days since Chopin left.

The girl seems to be used to rationally dealing with those feelings of longing.Except for reading his letters, playing his music, and spending his sleepless nights, she would not indulge herself in unspeakable turbulent waves.

In the age without telephone and video, the distance seems to be infinitely extended.

If time is added to longing, it will be a matter of beautiful and hard rhetoric at the same time.When it is alone, it will turn into a spring grass that grows wildly in the bud month, and if it loses its focus inadvertently, it will be submerged by endless vines.

Like is presumptuous, love is restrained.

The way Aurora chooses to love Chopin is to take care of herself even if he is not around, so that every day is meaningful.

The girl opened the door to the cold winter wind, and the warmth of the fireplace in the house tempted her who had just entered the entrance.After taking off the scarf and hat, she clamped the music bag under her elbow, and was about to walk into the inner hall, when everything in front of her stopped her.

Liszt was sitting in front of her piano, looking at her with a smile; the Berliozs were sitting on the sofa, and they were waving to her; Petit was standing aside, wearing glasses and holding a paper... After a slow recovery, a vaguely faint fragrance wafted over.Aurora scanned around, and the whole room was filled with a different atmosphere.

"you……"

As soon as Aurora's voice fell, the piano sounded.

The light in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows is just right, and the soothing music seems to carry the breath of spring.

Liszt raised his right hand, his voice was loud, but there was no melody in his hand. "Bingley will stay in Netherfield to hunt, and Darcy will return to Pemberley. They said goodbye before the carriage—"

Berlioz lifted the paper on his lap and read towards the stairs, "You told me she was in London these days, and you have something to hide from me?"

The voice from upstairs was clear, elegant and alienated, "Yes, I don't deny that this is an arrogant assumption based on a miscalculation of the relationship between you and Miss Bennet... I shouldn't have interfered. Bentley, I apologize."

It's Chopin, he's back!

Aurora suddenly turned her gaze to the stairs, only to hear footsteps, but no one was there.

The sound of the piano became cheerful and playful, and every note contained joy.

"You admit you were wrong?"

"Totally and thoroughly."

"Then will you bless me?"

"Do you need my blessing?"

Berlioz played his role vividly, confronting the people upstairs through dialogue.

Until Chopin's question was raised.

Mr. Paris, who played Bingley, put down the line paper, held his wife's hand, and looked at her affectionately. The meaning seemed to go beyond the lines, "No, I should know that I have already got it."

The response from upstairs was quick and precise, with expectations and blessings, "Then what are you waiting for?"

Scenes, narration, dialogue, plot, interpretation, soundtrack...

Aurora finally stopped being confused by this group of people and was so happy to be co-authoring, and they are acting in her home.

"Bingley visited the Bennet family and exchanged thoughts with Jane. Joyful Jane flew over and hugged her sister."

As soon as the sound of the piano turned, it became extremely cheerful and happy.

"Oh, Liz, I'm so happy!"

Harriet stuffed a line paper into Aurora's hand, and warmly announced with a hug that the only audience member had changed roles into the play.

"Why can't everyone be as happy as I am? He loves me, Liz, he loves me! He told me he always loved me...Can you believe that things ended so happily?"

Being hugged and circled by her friends, Aurora was infected by Harriet's performance. She couldn't read the lines on the paper clearly, and might even have missed a sentence or two.

She patted her on the shoulder, and gave a firm answer gently and decisively.

When Harriet left the stage, it was Pettit who stepped forward to Aurora.

Mammy held on to her glasses, and solemnly shook out the script paper.

"As soon as Lady Catherine got off the carriage, she asked Elizabeth to talk to her alone—"

Liszt's announcement was inserted in time, and the sound of the piano instantly became gloomy.

"You must know why I am here, miss."

Pettit's domineering and haughty voice perfectly matched the lines. She didn't give Aurora time to react, and read the black and white words on her paper in one breath.

"Two days ago I heard an extremely shocking news. Your sister just got a marriage, and you are about to climb up on my nephew Darcy... Although it is nonsense, but I come here, you must ask Can you guarantee that you will never marry him?"

"Mr. Darcy is a gentleman, and I am a gentleman's daughter. Why is it that I am not in the right family?"

As soon as Aurora finished reading, she realized that the location of this line was by no means the present, but seeing that Pettit was about to leave the scene, she had no choice but to bite the bullet and select the sentences on the paper, trying to keep the plot as complete as possible.

"If Mr. Darcy is not willing to marry his cousin, why can't he choose someone else? If he chooses me, why can't I accept it? You have no right to ask me about my affairs. I can never promise you the promise you want! "

Seeing Mammy retreat to the chair and sit down, the girl breathed a sigh of relief.

The piano picks up a cadenza, and then plays another very different piece.The singing came down the stairs, one by one, self-sustaining, trembling, elegant, nervous... It is by no means the most perfect singing, but it is so touching.

"Do you know what love is, do you understand my mood?

"I'm going to tell you all this—

"I can't explain this wonderful feeling, I just feel turbulent in my heart.

"Sometimes I'm happy and sometimes I'm sad.

"Love burns like a fire in the chest, but after a while it's as cold as ice..."

Cherubino's aria "Do You Know What Love Is" is from the third act of Mozart's Italian comic opera "The Marriage of Figaro".

Aurora had no time to pay attention to the song itself. Like a sailor attracted by a siren, she slowly moved to the stairs and watched the elegant Polish man descending the stairs.He held a large bunch of gypsophila stars in his arms, with different colors, dry and blooming ones, all held in his hands.

"Elizabeth, everything I do is for you...I know you are a cheerful person, so you can answer me straightforwardly. Is your current mood the same as last time?" Chopin paused, leaning on the handrail to stand Ding, "My feelings are still the same, as long as you say no, I promise never to mention it again."

Aurora only stared at the person in front of her, and she had already forgotten her lines.

She seemed to know the real intention of the play, her eyes were moistened, but she forgot to respond because of the shock.

Chopin, who couldn't wait for his lines, was a little flustered, and his originally smooth lines were almost interrupted by him, as if he had forgotten the lines.

"Lady Catherine told me about the conversation you had... I have to say, her words backfired on me, and I feel hopeful... I was a haughty, pompous fellow before, and it was meeting you that made me Corrected my mistake..."

He took a deep breath and simply walked away from the drama.

Taking a step forward, Mantianxing was handed out by him.

"Aurora, will you marry me?"

The princely gentleman bent over his sweetheart.

The sound of the piano, the sight of the onlookers, and even the breathing are still at this moment——

The girl smiled instantly with tears in her eyes.

The line paper slipped to the ground.She took over the bunch of gypsophila withered and flourishing together, as if she was given a supreme treasure.

"No matter how many times, François, my answer is 'I do'."

The sound of the piano and cheers erupted in the room instantly, and some people even opened a bottle of champagne while they were happy.

The alcohol almost flew onto Aurora, but thanks to Chopin's quick eyesight, he quickly pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly.

When the drink fell, Mr. Poland's death ray also fell.

"Ah, Fried, today seems to be the three-month deadline? If you don't get married, the registration will be invalid?"

"Then what are you waiting for, let's go directly to the church? Franz, priest, can you handle it?"

"Of course, it's the same as my concert, absolutely no problem!"

"I'll call for a carriage, hurry up—"

Then, miss, would you like to marry me by the way?

Well, sir, I'd be more than happy.

A well-planned but full-blown formal marriage proposal;

A real wedding that is extremely casual, but never hasty.

This is probably the best birthday gift from God.