Men who played the piano always brought a feeling of "romance" to women.
This was the charm of music and the influence of culture. When the aristocracy took the piano as a necessity, playing the piano became the best synonym for aristocratic temperament.
If the handsome man who played the piano was added, it would be even more romantic.
The song ended.
Liszt waited for the notes to completely fall to the ground in the piano room before he turned his head and looked at Ronasa, who was immersed in the music. "Miss Ronasa, my performance wasn't very good. I'm sorry."
"Just call me Ronasa." She smiled sweetly. "But I think you played too well. Really, I always thought that there were a few small details that weren't good enough. But now I know that it wasn't a flaw in the score, but I didn't know how to deal with it when I played. "
Liszt raised his eyebrows.
Ronasa continued, "After listening to your performance, I know that 'Die Elise' really is a perfect existence."
"There is no such thing as a perfect thing in the world. You think it's perfect because you know how to appreciate it." Liszt stood up and held out his hand to Rona Nassa. "Come on, try to play it once. Maybe you'll have new inspiration and find its flaws for me."
She put her hand in Liszt's and let Liszt pull her up.
Ronasa felt that the atmosphere at the moment was so good that she sat in front of the piano with a smile on her face. "If my performance isn't good enough, don't laugh at me."
"No one will laugh at a beautiful lady."
Liszt sat down, picked up his cup, and took a sip of coffee that he didn't really like. He made a listening posture.
Ronasa took a deep breath. Her chest, which wasn't too perky, trembled slightly, showing off her slender figure. Her side profile was dignified and her back was straight. She had the impeccable demeanor of a lady. This was a good demeanor cultivated from a large aristocratic family.
The sound of the zither rang out, with a style different from Liszt's.
Every note was played on point, but there was always a lack of liveliness, as if she had deliberately played it for the sake of accuracy. Just by listening to this short section, Liszt understood Rhonasa's piano level — her technique was very solid and skilled, but she really did not have much talent.
What she heard was not the girlish warmth of "Für Elise", but more like a primary school student who was overwhelmed by homework.
To be honest, this level of playing was a huge contrast to Ronasa's image. According to Levis's description, Rona Natha often urged Rolia to pursue a free marriage. It was hard to imagine that a person who "yearned for freedom" would play the piano so rigidly.
When the music ended.
Comparing the two.
"Sorry, Liszt, I was too nervous when I was playing," she said, "Sorry, I was too nervous."
"I don't think so. There are indeed two parts of the melody that are a bit stiff, but the other parts are quite good. His technique is very skillful, and he didn't make any mistakes."
"Do you really think so?" Rhonasa asked expectantly, "My piano teacher said that I'm not good at using the piano to express my emotions, but I like playing the piano. It makes me feel like I'm flying like a bird."
Liszt thought about it.
He was really too embarrassed to go against his conscience and praise the other party for playing well, so he replied, "I think you lack a collision of sparks, like you lack some crazy actions in life?"
"Is rebelling against my parents considered a crazy action?"
"Every rebellious youth will rebel against their parents, but these can't be counted as a collision of sparks … Have you ever tried to gallop on a horse without caring about anything? Instead of drinking afternoon tea, why not ride a horse and have a good run? That's relaxing. "Liszt proposed a new entertainment.
Riding horses, drinking tea, hunting, playing the piano, these were the usual entertainment for aristocrats.
He really did not want to listen to Rhonasa play the piano — Rhonasa was a good listener, but not a very good performer.
Ever since he had awakened the soul of a pianist, his appreciation for music had suddenly risen. Although he needed to curry favor with Rhonasa in order to help Levis, there was no need to suffer his ears.
The girl nodded lightly: "Then let's go ride a horse."
… …
Liszt was riding Blackdragon.
Rhonasa was riding a brown-yellow steed of Tulip Castle. This steed was obviously of a much lower bloodline than Blackdragon, as it appeared to be ill at ease in front of Blackdragon.
Tulip Castle was along the hillside to the north, and there was a large grassland where one could gallop to one's heart's content.
When the two horses galloped, the brown-yellow steed that Rhonasa was riding clearly couldn't keep up with Blackdragon. It fell behind by a body's length, and this was after Liszt had slowed down.
He lightly kicked Blackdragon's belly, approached Rhonasa, and shouted against the wind: "From here, further north is the rocky beach by the sea. Rhonasa, you must gallop to your heart's content and chase after the source of the wind! Only in this way can you blend into nature like a horse. "
"Giddy up!"
Blackdragon accelerated.
"I understand, giddy up!"
Rhonasa also urged the brown-yellow steed to chase after Blackdragon.
The wind whistled in her ears. It was the friction of freedom. Casting aside the reservedness of an aristocratic young lady, she let her body wander in the air, feeling particularly broad-minded.
She tilted her head and looked at the handsome rider in front of her, who would turn his head and smile at her from time to time through her hair that was messed up by the wind.
She suddenly felt that the moment worth looking forward to in life was not when Prince Charming slowly walked over with his horse.
Instead, it was when Prince Charming suddenly arrived and picked you up by the waist.
Thump thump thump …
Her heartbeat sped up.
She watched as Blackdragon gradually pulled away from her, lashed the horsewhip, and shouted: "Giddy up!"
The steed was in pain and galloped madly, but it couldn't keep up with Blackdragon's speed. This made her a little anxious, and she constantly urged the brown-yellow steed to gallop.
When they rushed through the grassland and entered a piece of wasteland with gravel, the galloping brown-yellow steed suddenly stepped on a loose stone and fell.
Caught off guard, Rhonasa was also ruthlessly thrown down and fell to the ground.
She screamed: "Ah!"
"Stop!"
When Liszt heard the scream, he immediately stopped Blackdragon, and then fiercely turned around and rushed towards Rhonasa. He dismounted, knelt on one knee, and helped Rhonasa up. He gently and somewhat urgently asked: "Where are you hurt, Rhonasa?"
"No, it's just a little painful from the fall." Rhonasa had practiced qi. She moved her wrist to make sure that she wasn't hurt, but her clothes were a little muddy. She said with slight embarrassment: "I'm sorry, I was too anxious to urge the horse."
He looked to the side and saw that the brown-yellow steed should have been injured. It was lying on the ground and hadn't gotten up, but it didn't look like it was injured from the way it was eating grass with its head tilted.
But it clearly wasn't suitable for riding.
Liszt looked at the retainer Knight who still hadn't caught up and picked up Rhonasa: "Ride with me first." After saying that, he gracefully mounted the steed and put Rhonasa on Blackdragon's back.
He hugged Rhonasa's waist.
He kicked Blackdragon's belly and said: "If you're not in a hurry to go back and change your clothes, I'll take you to the rocky beach according to the original plan."
Rhonasa wriggled her body.
Feeling her heart beating faster in the arms of others, she pretended to be calm and replied: "I'm fine, Liszt."
"Giddy up!"
One horse and two riders continued to gallop in the sunset.
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