pianist from the sea

Chapter 1 Blitz on Poland
2015, April, Poland, Warsaw, Wilanów District.

Fu Diao was lying on the bed in the attic, looking at the locked skylight above his head with blank eyes.

He remembered that he died on the steam liner named Virginia more than a hundred years ago.

He sailed around the world with that dreamy cruise ship, met and talked with countless musicians, and was even called the number one jazz pianist in the five oceans. Numerous brokerage companies invited him to disembark and tour the world.

He looked at the land he had never set foot on, and imagined that he might not be able to return to the place where he was born in the future. He finally shook his head and refused to sit quietly in the cabin, waving his fingers in the air, waiting to be with that ship. The giant ships headed for destruction together.

He felt himself turned into light as the loud noise roared.

It's just that when he woke up again, he wasn't on that giant ship, nor was he on the sea, but on the land that he was terribly afraid of.

This place was Poland, Warsaw, a place he had only heard of before on the ship, but had never seen it.

And his current name is still Fu Tiao, but now he is just... a poor Chinese piano student.

It seems that because of the acclimatization of the environment, the rain, and the excessive psychological pressure, the original owner had just arrived in Poland and found an attic outside the city to live in. He fell ill and was bedridden. He couldn't speak the language and dared not communicate with others, and finally died of illness here. on the attic until he crossed over.

The attic was dilapidated, with no heating, no air-conditioning, and only a thin quilt. Even so, Fu Tiao remembered about 300rmb a night converted from Polish zloty.

The price is very expensive, but it is already a relatively cheap price in Poland. Unless he directly rents the house for a month, it is difficult to find a cheaper house.

The only one that is better is that there is an antique piano in the room. Although it is broken, at least the pitch is accurate.

Fu Tiao wrapped his quilt tightly, coughed twice, woke up with a runny nose, rubbed his hands, shook his slightly headache head, hugged his body and looked around, with melancholy eyes, and slowly exhaled a mouthful of mist.

Outside the window was a vast expanse of whiteness, and the smog in Warsaw was still heavy. Even in the daytime, the whole city was filled with fog. In addition, April has not yet warmed up, and the whole city is still extremely cold.

As the mist rose, his expression was complicated.

He was clearly planning to live and die with the ship, so why did he somehow come to this land that he fears the most?

I'm in Warsaw... what am I doing?

It seems to be participating in some competition?
dong dong!

While Fu Tiao was thinking about it, there was a knock on the door of the house, and an English speaker with a strong Polish accent sounded.

"Dior! Are you feeling better? I heard you have a cold. I bought some medicine. Would you like some?"

Dior?

Fu Tiao thought about it for a long time before realizing that it might be called "tiao". It's just that foreigners can't pronounce the flat tongue as clearly as Hua people, so it sounds a bit like Dior.

The person outside should be Mr. Brotz, the landlord of the house. I met him the day I moved in, and I never saw him again.

"Much better, please wait a moment, I will come out now."

Fu Tiao wrapped his clothes tightly, put a blanket on it, walked to the door in socks, and opened the door. A silver-haired old man was standing at the door, wearing a cashmere sweater.

Seeing Fu Tiao open the door, he immediately lifted the medicine box in his hand and stuffed it into Fu Tiao's arms.

"This is for colds, one tablet a day is enough, and I stewed a pot of russell soup and fried herring, have you eaten yet? Do you want to come down and have some together?"

Fu Tiao was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect the landlord to be so easy to talk to, but he didn't act particularly lively, but smiled and reached out to take the medicine from the landlord.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Brotz, I just need this, but it's fine for dinner, in my room..."

Fu Tiao looked at his suitcase. He vaguely remembered that there seemed to be a seasoning called Laoganda in his package, and there was a lot of bread he just came to buy.

This should count as a meal, right?
My family is poor and has no money to buy good food, so I can only eat some of the cheapest food.

Brotz seemed to see Fu Tiao's thoughts, he interrupted: "It's okay, I burned a little too much, I can't eat it by myself, come and help me."

"So...thank you?"

"Nie Ma za co" Broz waved his hand: "This is in Polish. You are welcome. I will wait for you in the kitchen."

After that, he leaned sideways on the railing and walked down the stairs slowly, while Fu Tiao turned around and went back to his room, rummaged through the clothes in the suitcase, found a slightly thick cashmere sweater, changed it and walked quickly go downstairs.

The stairs creaked, and the house seemed to have been built decades ago, and the years had left indelible marks on it, which made the house's heating system look particularly bad.

When Fu Tiao entered the kitchen next to the living room, a rush of heat hit him in an instant.

The electric heater stood in the center of the room, and Russell soup full of ingredients was gurgling on the pot, and Brotz was already standing in front of the pot, handling herring.

The oil pan was hot, and he carefully slid the herring into it along the edge of the pan. The oil crackled, and soon the scent of herring flowed out along with the smell of oil smoke.

Brotz seemed to have heard the sound of the kitchen door opening, and immediately turned his head slightly, looked at Fu Tiao, waved a spatula and smiled.

"Wait a minute, the herring is just out of the pot, and it will be ready soon."

After finishing speaking, he turned the herring over continuously, and after frying until both sides were golden, poured over the prepared sauce, brought it to Fu Tiao, and wiped the hem of the clothes with his hands.

"Aha, this is led w oleju z cebul, traditional Polish herring baked in a sour cream, onion and garlic sauce."

After all, without waiting for Fu Tiao to thank him, he turned around and brought out his own portion as well, and filled him with some Russell soup.

Fu Diao stood there, looking up at the quaint ceiling above his head and the cabin-like wooden structures around him. Hearing the Polish spoken by Broz in front of him, he somehow thought of the past.

"Danny..."

"Huh? What?" Brotz looked out of the kitchen in confusion.

Fu Tiao shook his head slightly: "No, nothing."

Brotz didn't pay too much attention to it, but waited until everything was neatly arranged before Brotz sat down, took a sip of the soup with a spoon, raised his eyebrows, and looked extremely refreshed.

"Well, in this weather, you need to drink some Russell soup to warm your stomach. Those damn masters, it's already spring, and the city is so smoggy, but they can't even see the sun. I feel like this will continue. Instead of being struck by lightning, I froze to death in Warsaw."

After finishing speaking, he shook his head, looked at An An quietly drinking the soup, and Fu Tiao raised his eyebrows slightly with a disturbed expression, he couldn't help raising his body backwards, and asked with a hint of curiosity.

"Oh, by the way, Dior, I saw that you were in the room and didn't have time to ask you, what did you do in Warsaw? Don't worry, I'm not spying on you, but I'm just a little curious. After all, my side is too far from the city center. It's far away, and it's useless. No tourist would be willing to live here, you can be regarded as the first tenant since I opened the B&B!"

"What am I doing in Warsaw?"

Fu Diao was stirring the Russell soup in the bowl, and was a little dazed for a moment.

He originally wanted to say something else, but looking at the old man in front of him, he didn't know why, a noun flashed in his head, and he couldn't help but speak.

"It's nothing, I just came to participate in the qualifiers of the Chopin International Piano Competition. I have qualified for the qualifiers."

After finishing speaking, Fu Tiao raised his head slightly, with a puzzled expression on his face.

Chopin piano competition?what is that?
What is qualifying for the qualifiers?
No, I came to Poland... to participate in the Chopin International Piano Competition?Why should I enter this competition?
He sighed, and was just about to continue explaining, but he didn't expect that the pupils of Brotz on the opposite side could not help but dilate, and the spoon he was holding fell into the soup with a thud, and he said in an extremely loud voice .

"Chopin International Piano Competition?"

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