And Chopin's days of playing the wind spectrum month

Welcome to my world

The sense of hearing was restored silently, and subtle sounds gradually came from afar. The world that had been silent for a long time seemed to be revived.There are shallow light and shadows jumping lightly on the eyelids, and the fragmentary brightness and warmth are lightly shaking through a layer of gray curtain...

Chopin frowned slightly, and a vague guttural sound came from the secret place surrounded by the meticulous neckline.

The gentle wind picked up again, the leaves touched lightly, and the figure of the brown-haired gentleman leaning on the bench seemed to sway slightly with the wind.

After a while, the angel slowly opened his eyes.

The right shoulder was a little sour, Chopin tilted his head, and found a head with black hair loose, and the lip line softened a bit.

Aurora fell asleep beside him.

Yes, the sunset in London against the gray blue of the evening mist is indeed beautiful and intoxicating.

Dragging his sick body, taking a short break with his lover on the bench and looking at the sparkling Thames River, for Chopin, it was a rare moment of relaxation when he was getting closer and closer to the call of his talent.

Chopin gently pinned the black hair that had been blown by the wind behind Aurora's ear.

He turned his head, ready to continue to enjoy the peace.No, what he saw made his eyes widen.

What about English that cannot be driven out of hearing?What about the rushing crowd?What about the mother river of Great Britain?

Chopin could only see the stretch of woods, hear the wind and birdsong, and see a road that was smooth enough to be beautifully described passing through the lawn under his feet.

Dazzled?It's not like——

Hallucination?No—

It is rare that the vision is so clear, and Chopin can even distinguish that a small bird resting on the tree five feet away is a skylark; the air is so fresh, the breathing is so smooth, and the body is so light...he will suspect that he has been stripped illness.

It is by no means vertigo and hallucinations!

Is it heaven? Zal, it is impossible for him to bring Aurora with him to heaven——

Chopin calmed down his gradually terrified breathing, and put his hands on his heart. It seemed that the heart in his chest was beating so powerfully a long time ago.

He grabbed the hand of the person next to him violently.He breathed a sigh of relief as the warmth passed through his palm.

etc--

Aurora with her hair down?Is this underwear-like skirt with her arms exposed when she goes out?

Chopin gasped.

He turned his face away for a moment, staring in horror at the swaying leaves on the treetops in the distance.

"Well--"

The shrugging of the shoulders made Chopin's body stiffen into stone immediately.Ouluo stretched his waist and woke up completely.

A coat instantly covered her head.

He was panting slightly, and the movement of undressing just now was so fast that the person involved couldn't believe it.

"Francois?"

"Put on, put on, it—"

Aurora, who took off his clothes, leaned in front of Chopin, with so many question marks in his eyes that he would be overwhelmed.

He turned his head away in collapse, and carefully pointed his index finger at the two snow-white arms...

After Aurora looked at herself, she quickly put on her lover's coat.

For Chopin, a conservative and gentleman, seeing his lover wearing a simple and light suspender skirt in broad daylight would make the world collapse.

"Oh, that's not right—how can I wear this? François, your clothes too? Aren't we watching the sunset by the Thames, why are we in the forest..."

"My dear, I would also like to know why."

She sat down next to him, amber and blue overlapped - not only her clothes, but also her voice and smile changed.

The wind passed, leaving only a string of rustling leaves.

Aurora swallowed, as if thinking of something, asked him absurdly, "Do you remember what year 'today' is?"

Finally, there was a gap between Chopin's tightly pursed lips, "1848, do you need me to specify the date?"

Aurora continued to ask, "No, Francois, there is no need, 'today' is definitely not the date you perceive... Have you noticed that you have become younger? By the way, do you still have any impression of this dress? ?”

Chopin was lost in thought.The coat on her was made by his mother, and she hadn't worn it for a long time.Unbelievable, but his memory took him to a misty morning...

"I wore it when I first met you in 1836."

"What a coincidence, dear Francois, when I went to your time and space, I was wearing this suit."

He raised his head and looked at her blankly.

Her amber was rarely smudged with moving water, as if she had suddenly found hope.

"François, if I'm not mistaken—welcome to my world. You don't have to suffer anymore...Look at this road, my dear, this time, I promise to keep the disease away from you."

……

Aurora suddenly remembered that day when she was sitting on a bench in Warsaw listening to Chopin's music, she kept her small bag by her side.She looked around hastily and found it in the lawn under the bench.

When she opened the bag to look for the phone, she saw the scar that she hadn't seen for many years returned to the back of her left hand.

The rummaging action only paused for a second, and the moment his fingers touched the phone, he was relieved.

It doesn't matter, it is very, very worthwhile to exchange the left hand for a Chopin that is disease-free and pain-free.

Click on the map, and the location shows that they are in Germany.

Although it is possible to go out along the road, considering Chopin's state, Aurora gave up driving the map to go out.

One message after another began to be reported one after another as if it was late, and the ding dong made Chopin next to him tighten the wood of the bench.

Before she had time to check the information, she dug out the address book and called the most important person.

The phone was connected, and a girl's voice came from the receiver——

Aurora seemed to see the world full of sunshine.

"Al. Honey, I'm at—"

"Chacha, where are you now? If Liblin is very close, can you come and pick me up...and my lover."

"Love, lover?"

"Is it okay for me to talk to you about this after we meet? Chacha, I still need you to help me make an appointment with Dr. Gottorp. You know, since then, I haven't saved the doctor's phone number... ..."

"Are you ill, Al?"

"No, it's my lover. His lungs... are not very good..."

"Give me the location, and I'll fly to Berlin to pick you up right away. Besides, Al, if you don't mind, I'll also introduce my lover to you?"

The phone hangs up.

Although it was surprising that Charlotte's last sentence was changed to French, Aurora didn't go into it.The leaves are full of sunshine, leaving the nineteenth century, which can be described as backward in medicine, but the modern doctor who will only make her despair is very cute at the moment.

"Francois, would you like to hear from me that we can continue to live in the new era?"

……

Chopin, who can accept even death, can completely accept this "little surprise"-although he took a lot of deep breaths during the period.

A new world of freedom and equality, a new era in which Poland is intact, a new beginning with a high probability that he can get rid of his ailments... Aurora is indeed a miracle, since meeting her, his fate has been completely rewritten.

Get healthy without having to play the piano once and burn your life like in London...

He is still him, ideas, inspiration, and skills are all here, so what is there to be afraid of when you come to Aurora's world?

"Al-"

"chacha—"

A crisp girlish voice came.Chopin saw Aurora rush out and hugged the girl.

He stood up slowly, watching the pair of good sisters reunite across time and space.

The youthful energy of the chattering girls was contagious, and he relaxed, even less resistant to meeting a stranger.

"Charoline, this is my love, F—"

"Fried!"

The black-haired girl threw herself into his arms and gave him a warm hug.

Chopin was stunned, but his body did not resist this strange intimacy at all.Until he found the girl raised her head, revealing those gray-green eyes... This withered face, which had not bloomed in the season, made his mind go blank——

"Amelia?"

He carefully held the girl's face in front of him, and murmured a name that he would never mention again.

"Hey, get your hands off Charoline's face!"

A shaky figure came down from the horseless carriage and shouted at Chopin, but the Polish youth focused on the face exactly like his sister.

"Frantz!"

Aurora covered her mouth in joy, and subconsciously rushed over to hug this friend she hadn't seen for a long time.

"Miss, do we know each other? Please don't act like this..."

The man raised his arms and leaned his back against the carriage, daring not to move.

"Frantz, I'm 'Aurora', you don't recognize me?"

"Fried, I'm 'Charoline', you don't recognize me?"

The girls asked questions in unison, which resulted in the two young men looking at each other in blank dismay.

The blond-haired Hungarian and the brown-haired Polish couldn't help but look at each other.

"Fred, you're finally here!" Liszt's blond hair seemed even more dazzling.

"Ah, it turned out to be the 'famous' Mr. Franz Liszt..." Chopin squinted his eyes, and the words he spit out did not have a trace of warmth.

"Fred, I look forward to seeing you every day... How can you treat me so coldly according to our relationship? It makes me sad..."

Liszt performed the injury exaggeratedly, like a golden retriever with its ears pulled.

"Put down your embarrassing acting skills and look forward to me every day? You are not busy taking root in Germany, how can you have time to talk about me? Our relationship? Mr. Liszt, we have nothing since 1842 It doesn't matter—show mercy and move your brain, don't forget such an important thing!"

Chopin sneered indifferently like a cold cat impatiently showing his paws to draw the line.

"Did something special happen in 1842? Fred, aren't we best friends?"

"Please use the past tense, once! Now? Mr. Liszt, let me remind you, we have broken relations for a long time."

"Break off? Me and you?"

"right--"

"What a joke!"

The girls let go of the people who were hugging each other, and gradually leaned together to watch the two come and go.

They looked at each other, their eyes flickered, and they held each other's hands tightly - the scenery here is very good, only two pieces of watermelon are missing.

"How can I break up with you, mad, Fred?"

"It seems that you have forgotten Mrs. Dagu and your wonderful performance."

"Dagu? Obviously you were the one who snubbed me after we got together with Sang?"

"Be careful, Mr. Lister!"

Chopin raised his voice seriously, "How could I be with Mrs. Sang?"

Liszt crossed his hips amusedly, "Then don't mix me with Mrs. Dagu!"