514. A Different Atmosphere Fragment Becoming a Mom?!
Nini licked the small lollipop, and Duan Ran licked the big lollipop.
One big and one small, one tall and one short, the two looked cute and followed at the back of the team.
In front of them are Nini's parents and Qin Jian.
On the way to Holy Cross Church, the two men started talking.
Nini’s father’s real name is Liu Bo, and he is the chief editor of a southern financial magazine. In his spare time, apart from photography, he just listens to classical music.
After learning Qin Jian's name, Liu Bo had no reaction and just assumed that the other party was a college student from the Conservatory of Music.
As a simple appreciation of classical music, he did not pay much attention to various domestic and foreign piano competitions. However, he greatly appreciated the prelude that Qin Jian just played, and even compared it with Corto.
Cortot was the last piano master of the German, French and Eastern European romantic schools, which made Qin Jian really embarrassed.
Speaking of which, Nini’s dad is really awesome. Probably because he is a writer. When it comes to classical music, he talks about it in a clear and orderly manner, no worse than a professional.
However, Liu Bo still asked Qin Jian for a lot of advice on some children's piano learning.
Qin Jian gave professional answers one by one. Meeting each other is fate.
During the conversation, the team arrived at No. 3, Krakow District.
A Baroque church with a twin-tower structure appeared in front of everyone.
Is this the Holy Cross Church? Qin Jian looked at the most eye-catching sign of the church - the statue of Jesus holding the cross high on the stairs at the entrance of the church.
Below is the inscription: Sursum Corda
"Open up your heart."
Duan Ran came up to explain. Qin Jian turned around, looked at Duan Ran's sticky lips and smiled, "Is it sweet?"
"Of course~" Duan Ran laughed playfully, "Do you want to try it?"
Qin Jian: "No, no, you can eat it yourself."
Duan Ran: "Ah, you dislike me!"
Qin Jian: "...That's okay."
Duan Ran: "How is it?
Qin Jian: "One more bite."
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As we go deeper into the church, the dim funeral march accentuates the solemn atmosphere inside the church.
Under the tour guide's explanation, Qin Jian learned about Chopin's family history for the first time.
Since 1791, major events of the Chopin family have been recorded in Holy Cross Church. The births, baptisms, marriages and funerals of Chopin's three sisters are all recorded here in detail.
It can be seen that the early life of the family was happy and sweet.
But after the Warsaw Uprising in 1830, the family became homeless.
Fortunately, Chopin was touring Vienna and Paris at the time, so he avoided the war in the country at that time.
But it was precisely because the subsequent war failed to subside that he never had the chance to set foot on the land of his motherland again until his death.
"Chopin and Lage are the same in this regard."
Everyone came to the second pillar on the left side of the main aisle of the church. In front of it was a white relief monument.
There was a tug on his sleeves, and Qin Jian nodded to indicate that he had seen it.
On the relief, below Chopin's name is written.
‘1810.2.22——1849.10.27’
2.22.
Everyone is sensitive about their birthday, but what touched Qin Jian was the short age of 39.
Although he had the impression that Chopin did not live long, in such an atmosphere, he could not help but feel a little sad and regretful.
"At least Lach had an old age. From this point of view, Chopin and Mozart seem to be somewhat similar."
"Hey." Qin Jian sighed softly.
The tour guide whispered to everyone: "There are two local opinions about Chopin's birthday. March 2, 1809, was generally believed at the time, but in 1935, this date was changed to February 22, 1810.
Based on the date on Chopin’s birth certificate.”
The tour guide pointed to the stone pillar on the side: "Here lies Chopin's heart."
Qin Jian walked closer unconsciously.
The tour guide continued: "In 1849, Chopin's health was deteriorating, and his sister Ludwika rushed to Paris to accompany him through the last part of his life."
"Chopin dreamed of returning his body to his motherland after his death, but the political background at the time did not allow it. He longed to at least return his heart to the land that concerned him."
"In Polish, 'heart' and 'heart' are the same word, so Ludwika was not sure whether the 'heart' her brother wanted to bring back was abstract or physical, but in the end she took out his heart and stored it
He put it in a sealed porcelain urn filled with spirits and took it home, but because of political issues, she did not dare to publicize it at the time."
"In 1861, with the help of Chopin's former student, Bishop Deckert, the porcelain urn was secretly placed underground in the Holy Cross Church."
"It wasn't until the 1880s, when the Russian control of Poland was loosened, that the Russians agreed to place Chopin's heart in the church lobby."
"However, due to religious reasons, the church authority at this time did not agree with placing Chopin's heart in a limited position in the church. He hoped to leave these positions to the clergy. In the end, Chopin's nephew used some special means to convince the godfather.
"So on a secret night, several people participated in the transfer ceremony of the porcelain urn."
"Later in 1944, Nacui arrived and destroyed the Holy Cross Church. An officer took out the porcelain urn containing Chopin's heart. For publicity purposes, Nacui agreed and filmed the process of handing the urn to Archbishop Anthony.
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"In order to prevent another accident with the porcelain urn, Anthony kept it in a small town in central Poland until October 1945."
"Finally, in the spring of the second year after the war was completely over, the porcelain urn returned to the Holy Cross Church."
"Ninety-six years after Chopin's death, his heart can finally rest in peace."
During the funeral march, the tour guide's voice was not loud.
But Qin Jian heard every word in his heart. He didn't expect that there were so many stories behind a heart.
"It seems that I was wrong again. The endings of Chopin and Mozart have two different threads."
Qin Jian looked at the stone pillar for a long time with complicated emotions.
"If there were no politics, if there were no wars, if there were no religious differences, maybe Chopin could find peace earlier."
"No."
"Without all of this, maybe he could return to his hometown and leave some masterpieces that would be handed down from generation to generation. Even if he stopped creating, maybe he could live longer."
Qin Jian only wanted to think in such a narrow way. He did not want to consider whether Chopin could still write the homesick mazurkas one after another in the peaceful and prosperous times, whether he could still leave exciting revolutionary etudes, whether
Can leave behind the nocturne that makes people dream back to Warsaw at midnight.
He only hoped that this great musician could enjoy a little more happiness in the world.
"Chopin should not come into this world just for the development of human music."
"His contribution has been great enough and he has paid enough."
For the first time, through music, Qin Jian truly reflected on the harm caused by war to human beings and society.
"What's wrong?"
As if sensing Qin Jian's emotions, Duan Ran leaned close to him gently.
Qin Jian shook his head, "It's okay."
Duan Ran didn't ask any more questions. She knew that Qin Jian had his delicacy in his heart. Although he rarely showed it, his music always occasionally showed something about his brilliance of human nature, from Beethoven to Mozart.
To Lahe, and then to Chopin this morning.
The crowd around them gradually turned around and left, and they were about to rush to the next attraction.
Qin Jian returned to the white relief.
His eyes returned to the small words in the middle. The reason he wanted to come here to take a look before was because of this line of small words.
At this moment, he felt that he had been wrong before.
But that's right.
‘Gdzie skarb twoj ,tam I serce twoje.’
Matthew Chapter 6 Verse 21——
'For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.'
Qin Jian recited silently and bowed deeply in the noisy crowd.
Turn around and leave.
The elegy that left behind the funeral march still echoes in every corner of the Holy Cross Hall.