And Chopin's days of playing the wind spectrum month

【Pikashaw Diary】

·The second day in the modern age·

I really don't want to recall what a horror it was to wake up in the same bed as Liszt this morning—although we are at the head of the bed and at the end of the bed, we have never invaded our respective territories, but the way to start the day in this way makes me feel uncomfortable. From the cold to the point of no sleepiness.

I lifted the quilt, found the slippers, and fled quickly... I didn't leave because of embarrassment, but simply didn't want to stay in a small room so intimately with someone who had broken up with me - if Aurora knew, she would definitely talk about me again" Hard-spoken", "unwilling to face up to it", "clearly forgiving and having eaten together several times but being so arrogant" and other strange words.

But what was Chopin wrong?The only one who is wrong is Liszt!

Although I don't agree with someone's "exploration" behavior in Aurora and Charoline's home, but the moment the Hungarians found the piano practice room, I still moved my body that was in love with the sofa-I promise that before I hesitated For a moment, I struggled in my heart several times...

I was defeated by my interest in "Aurora's Favorite Piano".

Of course, I also admit that I desperately need to touch the wooden keys of the piano to give me some real sense of stability.

The piano practice room is large, and unexpectedly, there are two grand pianos in it.

Liszt was so excited about a piano, he lifted the lid of the piano and walked a scale - oh, god, I don't want to see him like this - it's just a C major scale, it needs to be so exaggerated and gorgeous Is it like having a recital?

I couldn't help giving Liszt a disgusted look.

When I learned the meaning behind this Bösendorfer from his mouth, my dislike for him became doubled-of course, I never envied him, such as giving birth to "Why didn't Aurora buy me a Bösendorfer?" Reyel" and the like (strike out this sentence).

Given that Bösendorfer is related to Charoline, I went to try out the arpeggio on it, and my dislike for him tripled—the keys were so heavy that they seemed to be filled with ten catties of lead!Liszt has no piano aesthetic, I'm sure again, he only has Beethoven and Paganini in his bones - and of course, I never dislike it because I get tired of playing a piece or two on such a piano, I just lost my desire to play the piano because of Bösendorfer (strike out this sentence again).

Still Aurora's PETROF is delightful.

This timbre, this touch, this character... As expected of my wife, every preference is in line with my aesthetics.

I declare that besides Pleyel, my favorite is this Petrof.

Aurora and Charoline were very satisfied with our performance in the piano room.

In view of the smiles on their faces, Liszt and I tacitly kept silent about the morning scene (Zal).

After breakfast, Charoline started making doctor's appointments for me.Even after knowing that my disease is not difficult to cure at all in modern times, I can hardly be happy.

Because of Aurora, she can't play the piano.

She was fine even in the nineteenth century!I know how miraculous the music performed by her fingers is—how could God be willing to let her go through such hardships?I finally understood why she cried like that when she played my first etude in the café in Dresden.I can't imagine that she who likes piano so much, after being deprived of everything she has as a pianist, can comfort me like the dawn of "I like Francois first, and piano second"...

Charoline hung up the doctor's call in surprise——I learned a new term, and why I said it separately is because my mood when I wrote this paragraph was completely different from the previous paragraph.

I can't quite understand the bunch of medical terminology she said while pulling Aurora, but the final result is that a miracle happened in Aurora's last inspection report: the doctor said that her hands had returned to normal. From two.

Unbelievable, does this mean my love is back on the keyboard?

Aurora's hands trembled on the keyboard, she held her face in tears and refused to press the keys.

I know that she is afraid—not afraid of playing the piano, but afraid that this is another empty fun that has been mistaken.I saw paper and pencils on the small table, and wrote her the lively Album Leaf.This short, brisk little trick, which is not difficult to perform, may be the best way to calm her down.

How lonely it is to play alone.

Especially when we agreed, I will write the music and you will play it.

At first, I was the only one playing the thin melody alone in the high register of the keyboard, and I smiled the moment Aurora stretched out his right hand.After playing a round with her, I added my left hand.Gradually, her shy left hand also joined in - it's so cute, she will also get nervous and play the wrong keys (I mean the left hand).

But my love is brave enough to face miracles or sorrows.

I forgot which round it was, I removed my right hand, then my left hand.Only a pair of ladies' hands are left on the piano, touching the perfect and charming timbre in my memory.

It's a miracle.

I think, when I dragged her to avoid the carriage in Mallorca, the "miracle" of this era had already been buried.

My beloved hugged me and wept with joy.

In any case, it is really good for Aurora to continue playing the piano.

Attachment: The notepad is presented by Charlotte, and the pen is presented by Aurora.In order not to waste the precious hearts of the two ladies, I decided to start using it from today.

Addendum: Why can I write so long when I hate writing?Probably because I wrote in Polish.

·The first week in modern times·

Liszt took me to a castle, saying that it could solve my identity problem as a "black household".

Although it has been almost a week, I swear, the woods and roads along the way are very familiar... Forget it, it is a waste of effort to explore, even if Liszt is unreliable, he dare not face Aurora and Charoline face, sell me?

Ha, "old acquaintance", the rich young man from Germany, Felix Mendelssohn.I'm... not familiar with him, right?Why is this gentleman looking at me so hotly?

Hmm, in the same time and space as Liszt?That's okay, I'm sure the "circle of friends" relationship in that time and space must be magical.

The process of getting the ID card and the like was very smooth, if you ignore the creepy enthusiasm of a certain black curly-haired gentleman...

I couldn't help but found a free time to ask Liszt, and the answer I got was "Mendelssohn has always been obsessed with my rejection of him"-I remembered that I and this gentleman (my empty one) were counted After a few meetings and correspondence, I decided to keep a distance of one foot from this gentleman.

Is there any excuse to leave this castle immediately?Urgent!

Mendelssohn has already lured me to live here with a room with several beautiful Pleyel pianos, and after getting my refusal, he even started to lure my wife to his orchestra... I seriously doubt that Liszt In time and space, I lost my mind because of my close personal relationship with this guy, and I failed so much to refuse—otherwise, how could I let this rich second generation remember him for so long?

Goodbye, Chopin can't play the piano for you - not for the orchestra, not for your sister's wedding, not for your wife.

I belong to Aurora—of course, Aurora is also Chopin, and she will never agree.

Die this heart!

I will never come to this castle again, I swear.

·The first month in modern times·

I'm still on medication, but I'm on the verge of recovery.Although I feel that I am no different from a healthy person - I can even use fff to show off my skills on the piano (forget this one, cross it out).

Aurora said that I would be rewarded for cooperating with the treatment and took me to Poland to see.

Ah, my country—

No one can ruin my good mood, I see the world with a soft light... Even Liszt has to swim together (I was only happy for a second, after all, I lived under the same roof with him Nearly a month, angry and angry, I got used to it), I promise that the moment I set foot on the territory of my motherland, I can automatically remove him from my vision.

Liszt is really useless, he still gets airsick when flying.It's the second time for him to fly, not as good as me, who saw the real appearance of Yun for the first time... Really, disgusted.

Immediately I had no time to dislike him, because the plane landed at the "Chopin International Airport"-it was an embarrassing thing to be so loved by my compatriots.

Warsaw has undergone earth-shaking changes from what I remember.There are tears in my eyes, even after more than a hundred years, I can vaguely recognize its charm and direction.

Ah, Warsaw, Poland will never perish!

Wait, what's up with this overwhelming "Chopin"?

Chopin Museum, Chopin Bench, Chopin Park, Chopin Sculpture, and Chopin Selfie APP...

Aurora even fed me a piece of "Chopin chocolate" from a shop called Batida.The rose-pink wrapping paper has my face printed on it. It is said that my sister Ludvika made it for me?What a joke, my sister would never use such a devilish color!

Asshole Liszt, he loudly ordered a bottle of Chopin vodka in front of me during the lunch order-

Zal——

I feel like a monkey being led out by a circus man... I feel that the "love" of my motherland and my compatriots has given me a weird idea to stay away from Poland for a second.

·The second month in modern times·

I'm not happy, I'm not happy!

Aurora is going to make a comeback in the piano world, why choose the Liszt Piano Competition?

It must be instigated by some bastard, no matter which time and space, Liszt is indeed the most annoying person!

Can I break up with him again?

what?

Don't participate in the competitions that have won awards, Xiao Sai doesn't happen every year... Hey, I am here, can I protest?

·The first day of the modern age·

Today was the most magical day I've ever had...

I didn't want to take notes at first, or my brain is not in the state until now, and the words I wrote are crooked-but I thought that taking notes can make me calm down, so I picked up the pen with complicated emotions .

How can I describe this devastating day in words?

God, Liszt and I met my father and mother-in-law today, but because of some Hungarian, I completely screwed it up...

I suspect that this time, it will be very difficult for Aurora and I to obtain a marriage certificate.

Oh, fuck his diary, why am I writing this shit?

Sure enough, kill Liszt to achieve world peace (this article has been smeared with extremely forceful horizontal lines to the point where it is beyond recognition, the ink is soaked through the back of the paper, and the handwriting is unreadable)!

The author has something to say: #Today's Men always see Xiao Xiao? #

I saw it, but I became a tool man again, and Xiao Xiao ruthlessly rejected him again after being useless.

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