Fu Tiao didn't know what those people said about him, but even if he knew, he wouldn't have much reaction.

After all... he has a relatively indifferent attitude towards those things, whether it is other people's evaluations or achievements.

What he cares about most is music.

Whether the music expresses everything he wants to express, and how to interpret the music, these are all things he should pay attention to.

If you just want to play music, it's actually very easy.

But if you want to express your music perfectly, you need to polish it slowly.

Fu Tiao played in the house all day, and at two or three o'clock in the afternoon, he picked up his music and walked towards the city center.

He didn't listen to other people playing the piano or think about why those people played like that. After all, he couldn't understand it.

So, he kept practicing in his room, and when the time was almost up, he went directly to Argerich's house, wanting to ask Argerich some questions about music.

According to the address Argerich gave him before, he arrived at the door of a traditional European-style house. When the time came, he pressed the doorbell downstairs of the house on time.

He didn't know what Chopin's feeling was, and the feelings he saved were all ups and downs, and an incomparable struggle.

Just like that day, he heard Kobayashi Aimi playing in the concert hall.

Always moving forward, never stopping.

Even the feeling of Chopin gradually gained a little bit.

Wow!

The wind howled behind, but it was like an avalanche, out of control.

Chopin etudes, Op25-11

Winter wind.

The original feeling of Chopin was shattered by the impact at this moment, and was instantly buried under the music.

The room was not filled with pianos and countless pieces of music as Fu Diao thought. It was just a very ordinary room, ordinary to the extreme.

Argerich shook his head and pointed to the house with his chin.

Even the feeling this piano gives you is that of an ordinary home piano.

Argerich didn't move much. He just sat there with his legs crossed and his head raised to look at the ceiling, not knowing what he was thinking.

"No, I don't smoke." Fu Diao shook his head, and then added: "I don't drink much either."

"Don't be nervous, just play. This is not a competition. You have a second chance."

Argerich shook his head, put the cigarette in front of his nose and sniffed it, then put it back in, sat on the sofa to one side, tilted his body to look at Fu Diao, and continued.

Fu Tiao was trying his best to control his music so that it would not go too far and to let Chopin's feeling come out as much as possible, but to no avail.

Extremely relaxed, extremely casual, and doing things according to your own ideas.

"This place was awarded to me by the Warsaw City Government as a resting place in Warsaw, but it is not very commonly used. It is only used during every Chopin International Piano Competition, so the decoration is very simple. After all, I am too lazy to spend money.

"

"Do you want?"

"Hey, that's a pity. I had surgery before and am quitting smoking. I haven't smoked for a long time. I miss it very much."

Seeing Fu Diao's appearance, she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows and said with a smile.

Walking up to the sixth floor, Argerich was already standing at the door waiting for him.

"clear."

The music is very beautiful, and the feeling at the beginning is very good. It can even be regarded as the most perfect performance Fu Diao has ever performed since he came into contact with this piece.

"But it doesn't matter, I never practice piano." Argerich winked at Fu Diao and made a joke.

It seemed as if she didn't come here to take classes, but to enjoy the music.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sound of the piano continued to roar.

"Come on, play something for me."

But as soon as he entered the house, he couldn't help but be stunned.

When, when, when, when, when, when, when...

"You don't feel like a Chinese to me."

Except for a piano placed in the corner of the room, there are no musical elements visible.

Ding!

"The door is open, come in."

As Argerich's voice sounded, a buzzer came from the door. Fu Diao stretched out his hand and pushed it open.

Chopin etudes, winter wind, black keys, thirds, chants, several mazurkas by Chopin, scherzos by Chopin, and Chopin's Piano Sonata No. 1.

He lowered himself and used his arms to slowly push the music out.

"After all, I was planning to go to France. You have to know that my friend Zheng Mingxun is resigning, and he is taking his French Radio Philharmonic Orchestra." Argerich used French here, but Fu Diao didn't understand it.

, it just feels like the name of an orchestra, "I'm going to play Poulenc's Double Piano Concerto in D Minor with Nicolas Angelic. The time hasn't come yet, and I just need to practice piano, so I came to Warsaw."

Stay here for a while and go back later."

Occasionally I would nod slightly, but not much.

When the music ended, Argerich did not speak. Fu Diao thought for a while and then continued playing, playing all the Chopin works he had heard recently.

"OK."

"Come on, come in, stop standing at the door and look at me, or say...do you want me to sign for you?"

but……

The music was flowing, and Argerich reached out to grab a glass of fruit wine, opened the bottle cap with his teeth, and just drank.

Fu Tiao also smiled, relaxed his body to his most comfortable state, watched Argerich nod slightly, raised his hand, and then slowly lowered it.

"No country is the same. You have no shadow of other countries, you only have your own shadow. This is hard to find in every country, especially Asian countries."

Argerich seemed to notice Fu Diao's doubts and said casually.

The music slowly stopped, standing high in the sky, and suddenly fell.

After saying that, Argerich smiled, took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, popped one out with great skill, and asked Fu Diao.

Having said that, Argerich walked into the house, and Fu Diao followed without much hesitation.

He had many questions for Argerich, especially about the music he played.

"Huh? Which country does it look like?" Fu Tiao was stunned.

She has extremely fluffy and dry gray-brown hair hanging down on her shoulders, and there are many wrinkles on her face. She is said to be in her seventies or eighties, but her temperament is completely different from her.

The traditional European sofas, TVs, chandeliers, and warm yellow lights are very European.

"Originally, I wanted to ask you to go to the practice room inside the concert hall, but what can I say? Because I came so suddenly, the people there didn't expect me to come back at all, so they didn't prepare my piano room at all. I could only

I told you to come into this house."

Half an hour passed, just like in the qualifiers. At the 30-minute mark, Argerich suddenly spoke.

"Okay, that's it. I understand what you're thinking. There's no need to continue playing."

After saying that, she seemed to be afraid that Fu Diao would misunderstand, so she stretched out her hand and waved the fruit wine in her hand, smiling.

"I guess what you wanted to talk to me about today."
Chapter completed!