Nini licked the small lollipop, and Duan Ran licked the big lollipop.

One big, one small, one tall and one short, the two of them were cute, following at the back of the line.

In front of them were Nini's parents and Qin Jian.

On the way to the Church of the Holy Cross, the two men struck up a conversation.

Nini's father, whose real name is Liu Bo, is the editor-in-chief of a southern financial magazine, and he has nothing to listen to classical music except photography.

After learning Qin Jian's name, Liu Bo didn't react, just thought that the other party was a college student from the Conservatory.

As a pure classical music appreciator, he does not pay much attention to various piano competitions at home and abroad, but he greatly appreciates the prelude that Qin Jian has just played, and even moves out of Corto to compare with it.

Corto was the last pianist of both German and French schools and Eastern European romanticism, which made Qin Jian a little embarrassed.

If you want to talk about Nini's father, it's really powerful, probably because of the background of a writer, when it comes to classical music, it's about being well-organized, no worse than professionals.

However, on the issue of some children learning the piano, Liu Bo still asked Qin Jian a lot of advice.

Qin Jian gave professional answers one by one, and meeting is fate.

The team arrived at Block 3 of Krakow.

A baroque church with a double-tower structure appeared in front of the crowd.

Is this the Church of the Holy Cross, Qin Jian looked at the most striking sign of the church - the statue of Jesus holding up the cross on the stairs at the entrance of the church.

Underneath is the inscription: Sursum Corda

"Open your heart. ”

Duan Ran came up and explained, Qin Jian turned his head, looked at Duan Ran's slimy lips and smiled, "Is it sweet?"

"Of course~" Duan Ran laughed, "Do you want to taste it?"

Qin Jian: "Don't, don't, you eat it yourself." ”

Duan Ran: "Ah, you dislike me!"

Qin Jian: "... That's fine. ”

Duan Ran: "How is it?"

Qin Jian: "Take another bite." ”

...

As we move deeper into the church, the gloomy funeral march sets off the solemn atmosphere inside the church.

Under the explanation of the tour guide, Qin Jian learned about Chopin's family history for the first time.

From 1791 onwards, the events of the Chopin family were recorded in the Church of the Holy Cross, from the birth and baptism of Chopin's three sisters to the marriage and funeral.

It can be seen that the early life of a family of several people is still happy and sweet.

But after the Warsaw Uprising in 1830, the family became displaced.

Fortunately, Chopin was touring the area of 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 did not subside that he never had the opportunity to set foot on the land of his motherland again until he died.

"This is the same with Chopin and Lahe. ”

The crowd came to the second pillar on the left side of the main aisle of the church, in front of which was a white relief monument.

There was a tug from the cuffs, and Qin Jian nodded and nodded, signaling that he saw it.

On the relief, Chopin's name is written underneath.

‘1810.2.22——1849.10.27’

2.22。

Everyone is sensitive to their birthdays, but Qin Jian was touched by a short 39-year-old.

Although he had the impression that Chopin did not live for a long time, in such an atmosphere, he could not help but feel a little sad and regretful.

"At least Rach had an old age, and from this point of view Chopin and Mozart seem to be a little more similar. ”

"Hey. Qin Jian sighed softly.

The guide whispered to the crowd: "There are two local theories about Chopin's birthday, March 2, 1809, which was widely believed at the time, but in 1935, this date was changed to February 22, 1810, according to the date on Chopin's birth certificate. ”

The guide pointed to the stone pillar on the side: "Here is the heart of Chopin." ”

Qin Jian unconsciously walked closer.

The guide continues: "In 1849, when Chopin's health was deteriorating, his sister Ludwika rushed to Paris and accompanied him through the last part of her life. ”

Chopin dreamed of returning his body to his homeland after his death, but the political situation at the time did not allow it, and he longed for at least his heart to return to the land that he cared for. ”

In Polish, 'heart' and 'heart' are the same word, so Ludwika couldn't be sure whether the 'heart' her brother wanted to bring back was abstract or substantial, but she eventually took it out and stored it in a sealed porcelain urn filled with spirits, and brought it home, but she didn't dare to show it because of political issues. ”

In 1861, with the help of Chopin's former student, Bishop Deckert, the porcelain urn was secretly placed in the basement of the Church of the Holy Cross. ”

"It was not until the eighties of the 19th century, when the Russians loosened their grip on Poland, that the Russians agreed to place Chopin's heart in the hall of the church. ”

However, due to religious reasons, the ecclesiastical authority at this time did not approve of placing Chopin's heart in the limited places of the church, and he wished to leave these places to the clergy, and finally Chopin's nephew persuaded the church father by some special means.

So on a secret evening, several people participated in the transfer ceremony of the porcelain urn. ”

Later, in 1944, when Nacui's arrival destroyed the Church of the Holy Cross, an officer took out the porcelain urn containing Chopin's heart, and for propaganda purposes, Nacui agreed and filmed the process of handing the urn to Archbishop Anthony. ”

In order to prevent further accidents, Anthony kept it in a small town in central Poland until October 1945. ”

Finally, in the spring of the following year, after the war was completely over, the porcelain urn returned to the Church of the Holy Cross. ”

Ninety-six years after Chopin's death, his heart was finally at rest. ”

Under 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 he is wrong again, and the endings of Chopin and Mozart have two more threads. ”

Qin Jian looked at the stone pillar for a long time, his mind complicated.

"If there had been no politics, if there had been no war, if there had been no religious differences, perhaps Chopin would have been at peace sooner. ”

"Nope. ”

"If it weren't for all this, maybe he would have been able to return to his hometown and leave some more works that have been handed down to the next generation, and even if he didn't create them, maybe he would have lived a little longer. ”

Qin Jian only wanted to think so narrowly, he didn't want to think about whether Chopin could still write one homesick mazurka after another in a peaceful and prosperous world, whether he could still leave an uplifting revolutionary etude, and whether he could leave a nocturne that made people dream of returning to Warsaw at midnight.

He only hoped that the great musician would enjoy a little more earthly happiness.

"Chopin should not have come into this world only for the sake of human musical development. ”

"He's done enough, he's done enough. ”

For the first time, through music, Qin Jian truly reflects on the devastation that war has brought to human beings and society.

"What's wrong?"

As if sensing the emotions on Qin Jian's body, Duan Ran gently pasted it.

Qin Jian shook his head, "It's okay." ”

Duan Ran didn't ask any more, she knew that Qin Jian had his delicacy in his heart, and although he rarely showed it, his music always occasionally danced out of some brilliance about his humanity, from Beethoven to Mozart to Lach, and then to Chopin this morning.

The crowd around them gradually turned away, and they were about to rush to the next attraction.

Qin Jian went back to before the white relief.

His gaze returned to the small print in the middle, and the reason why he wanted to come here to see it was because of this small print.

At this moment, he felt that he had been wrong before.

But it's right.

‘Gdzieskarbtwoj，tamIsercetwoje。 ’

Matthew 6:21 –

For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also. ’

Qin Jian pondered silently and bowed deeply in the noisy flow of people.

Turn and leave.

The elegy of the funeral march is left behind, which still reverberates in every corner of the Hall of the Holy Cross.