pianist from the sea

Chapter 130 Finals
2015, October 18, Poland, Warsaw, Central District.

Fu Tiao was lying on the big bed in the Chopin Hotel, looking at the clean, bright and tidy ceiling above his head, with a hint of bewilderment in his eyes.

The time finally came to the final day. Seeing the alarm ringing constantly beside him, Fu Tiao lay on the bed for a long time, but couldn't hold on any longer, so he got up and got out of bed to turn it off.

From the first time I woke up in the distant Vilanów area to the time I woke up in the central area, it was only half a year, but it seemed that many, many things had happened.

From an ordinary unknown who entered the Chopin International Piano Competition to the top ten players in the finals of the Chopin International Piano Competition, or even the top three players, everything seems to be so dreamy.

Fu Tiao shook his head, lay back on the big soft bed in a daze, and turned his head to look out the window.

Warsaw still had that incomparably gloomy appearance. Even though it was eight o'clock in the morning, everything Fu Tiao saw was still gloomy, as if the sky had not yet dawned.

Fu Tiao didn't know why he suddenly remembered that Mr. Broz had been cursing the Warsaw government with him before, so he couldn't help laughing easily, and shook his head helplessly.

Even on the day of the finals, the weather didn't get any better. The sunshine before seemed to be an illusion.

This feeling made his originally slightly excited mood much calmer.

He hadn't waited long on the bed when there were knocks on the door, and a male voice came from outside the house.

"Fu! Are you there? Excuse me, are you up yet? Fu?"

"Here we come! Please wait a moment, I will come out soon."

Fu Tiao stood up and answered, put his clothes on himself casually, went to the door and opened it, there was a young man who looked like a waiter at the door, he picked up the writing board in his hand and said to Fu Tiao who had just opened the door.

"Fu, this is today's itinerary, take a look."

After all, when Fu Tiao took over the writing board in his hand, he said directly: "It's like this, Fu, your game time today is [-]:[-] in the evening, this is the estimated time, today's players are still Four people, Zhao Chengzhen, you, Aljoa Jurini, and Aimi kobayashi (Kobayashi Aishi).

Due to the importance of the finals, there will be a separate interview in the daytime today, in addition to the press conference. The press conference is of the type that can be attended or not, but the interview must be done, because we need to Before the game, a personal short film between the players will be played, and it will be played when the band players are resting and tidying up the piano.

Other than that, there is nothing else to do. In order to ensure your safety, it is best to do it in this hotel if possible. When the time is almost up, we will go to the concert hall. Try not to go to the concert alone. In the hall, because..."

The waiter looked helpless and glanced at the window behind Fu Tiao.

Feeling something, Fu Tiao turned around and walked towards the huge French windows of the hotel. Before he could reach the window, he saw the dense crowd nearby.

All kinds of Chopin ornaments, all kinds of cultural shirts, and all kinds of musical instruments.

Everyone seems to be celebrating this as a five-year festival, especially those tourists who come from other places to watch the game, they are even more excited and crazy.

Some instruments are solo, but there are also many instruments that are easy to integrate with other music when they are solo, and become a multi-person ensemble.

The atmosphere of music is particularly strong, just because today is the first day of the Chopin International Piano Competition.

The hotel waiter had already walked behind Fu Diao at some point, looking at the carnival crowd below with a helpless expression.

"Because it's a bit too chaotic outside, and Contestant Fu is the one who will participate in the competition today, so for your safety, it's better to wait until today's performance is over before participating in this carnival, not today..."

Fu Tiao looked at the group of people downstairs, and couldn't help but rubbed his wrists with an expression of approval.

As the waiter on the side said, it is really not easy to go out today, it is best to rest in the house and wait for the start of the game.

Fu Tiao nodded, and said to the waiter, "Okay, I understand, by the way, wait a minute, where is the interview going on?"

"Wait for the interview. The reporter who interviewed you before will come directly to the hotel to interview you. Don't worry. As for the press conference of the final of the Chopin International Piano Competition, you can also watch it on TV. Do you have any other questions? ?”

"Gone."

"Okay, if you have any other questions, you can contact me directly. Press and hold 1 on the phone in the room, and I will receive a message. Now I need to notify other players. If you need to purchase something, I can help too."

After finishing speaking, the waiter bowed slightly to Fu Tiao, then turned and left immediately.

Fu Tiao looked at the timetable in his hand, glanced at it roughly, and casually threw it near the bedside table.

The above time is exactly as the waiter said, at ten o'clock in the morning is the opening ceremony of the Chopin International Piano Competition, several responsible persons are speaking and so on, these contestants don't have to go, after all, the past is also punished to stand , will not let them speak a few words alone.

Then it was almost eleven o'clock, and the Chopin International Piano Competition was announced.

Then there are some small activities held by the organizing committee, some performances and the like, and finally the competition starts at six o'clock sharp.

Fu Tiao sat in the room, turned on the TV and flipped through the content casually, and soon found that even though he could see the grand occasion of the press conference, it was difficult to understand in the end.

Because of the Polish words above, the Polish words that Fu Diao remembers most clearly are nie ma za co, Cze, Dzikuj, and Do widzenia. Hello, thank you, and good morning are the simplest.

After listening to it for a while, he gave up completely, no longer focused on the radio, but got up and went downstairs, and made some breakfast buffet as before.

And when he went downstairs, there were already many people sitting downstairs, almost all the finalists of the Chopin International Piano Competition were here.

Except Nehring.

If the guess is correct, he was probably pulled out by the Chopin government again as a mascot.

After all, Chopin is the top artist in Poland, but there are only a few Polish players left.

It's like China held the Blind Binghua Yanjun Erhu Contest. In the end, only one player from Hua country could enter the final. The other finalists were either from Europe, America, or from Asia, Africa and Latin America.

This is no longer a matter of losing face, it is already a matter of national dignity. Of course, Nehring will be treated like a treasure by the Polish government, even though they know that it is difficult for Nehring to win an award at the Chopin International Piano Competition, especially This is because there are currently three or four top players present.

Nehring seemed to know this too. He didn't have any resistance or hesitation, and he just followed the government's face honestly and maintained the face of the Chopin International Piano Competition.

Seeing Fu Tiao coming down the stairs, Zhao Chengzhen nodded slightly to Fu Tiao, picked up a cup of hot coffee in a ceramic cup with her hand, and smiled, as if saying that this was Polish coffee.

Eric Lu, Kate Liu, and Tony Yang (Yang Yike) were sitting together, chatting with casual expressions, as if they were not wary of each other, but they always felt that the atmosphere between them was not right.

After all, they have already reached the finals. At this time, there is no room for holding hands. Everyone present is their opponent, without any exception.

Being able to chat is already considered good, don't mention other things.

Kobayashi Aishi was a relatively lonely person. She was holding a large plate of lettuce salad without salad dressing, and she honestly hid in a corner like a hamster. She slowly stuffed the salad into her mouth, her eyes drifting everywhere. It seems a little scared of strangers.

Aljoa Jurini, Hamelin, Georgijs Osokins, and Dmitry Shishkin sat on the other side, chatting casually.

Even if the relationship between them is relatively average, facing so many Asians, they always feel like foreign players. It seems difficult to chat with these Asians. At most, they can be with Kate Liu, Eric Lu Chat with Tony Yang, after all, these three seem to have grown up abroad.

But seeing the three of them sitting and chatting together, the four of Hamelin finally gave up and sat in a group on the other side honestly.

When everyone saw Fu Tiao who had just come out of the elevator, they nodded in a friendly way and said hello.

Fu Tiao glanced at the time. It was past nine o'clock in the morning, so he took a dinner plate from the side, and then randomly made some scrambled eggs, boiled sausages, stewed eggplant, potato cakes and other foods that can quickly replenish energy Put it on the plate, then picked up a little bit of salmon, made a cup of coffee, and sat in front of Zhao Chengzhen.

Zhao Chengzhen looked up at Fu Tiao, then at Fu Tiao's plate full of food, couldn't help smiling, and said to Fu Tiao.

"You have a good appetite."

"You have to eat a good breakfast, or you won't have the strength to play the piano at night." Fu Tiao said casually.

At this moment, Zhao Chengzhen no longer had the feeling of confrontation before. After all, the last round was a concerto performance, and he was not particularly good at Fu Diao.

No, it can even be said that all players are not particularly good at it.

Because after all, the concerto is not able to improve the level of the whole work to the extreme by oneself, but needs to rely on the ensemble with the band to express the perfect work.

The older you are and the more you work with an orchestra, the better concertos you will be able to play.

Zhao Chengzhen couldn't believe that Fu Tiao, who was around his age, could have more than ten years of concerto performance experience than him.

Therefore, Zhao Chengzhen was very peaceful, even willing to talk to Fu Tiao, a player who had played with him for three rounds.

Fu Tiao glanced at Zhao Chengzhen, picked up the fork on the side and thrust it into the small sausage in front of him, the juice filled in the sausage burst instantly.

He put the sausage into his mouth, and the extremely rich meaty aroma and soup-like soup blended in his mouth.

This feeling made Fu Diao a little surprised. He never expected that the little sausages just made tasted so good.

He looked at Zhao Chengzhen who was looking at him, picked up the coffee that was put aside and slightly raised it towards Zhao Chengzhen, then took a sip.

The bitterness of the coffee immediately eliminated the greasy taste of the little sausage at the moment of his entrance, making his mouth extremely refreshed.

Fu Tiao couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief, looked at Zhao Chengzhen who was sipping the coffee in his cup, and smiled.

"This time your cup should be Polish coffee?"

"No." Zhao Chengzhen also smiled, shook the coffee in his hand, and said casually: "Mine is still iced American."

"Didn't you always say you were going to be Chopin? Iced coffee wasn't Chopin enough, and that's not what you said about coffee in the prep room."

"It was then, it was ready to play Chopin, of course I would say that."

Zhao Chengzhen poured half a cup of coffee in the cup, and let out a long and comfortable sigh, with a satisfied expression.

"But it's different now. It's not about playing, it's about life. As a pianist, my life and performance are very separate. Of course, I don't want to imitate and play Chopin in normal times. After all, I am a pianist. I, Chopin is Chopin, I will interpret Chopin in Chopin's way, but I will never be able to fully transform myself into Chopin."

He said it very easily, and looked at Fu Tiao's expression as well.

The meaning of what he said is actually very simple, that is, his goal is not only Chopin, no matter what kind of achievements Chopin gets after him, he will not let Chopin become all of him.

He wants to be the authoritative interpretation of more composers, from each composer to himself eventually.

This is his idea, simple but magnificent.

Fu Tiao was noncommittal, picked up a small spoon and stirred slowly in his coffee.

His thinking remains unchanged, the most important thing in music is himself, and then the composer himself.

Zhao Chengzhen raised her hand and drank the remaining large glass of iced Americano in one gulp, then turned around to get a glass of latte, brought it back to Fu Tiao, and asked Fu Tiao casually.

"By the way... what are you going to do next? After the Chopin International Piano Competition."

"What are you doing?" Fu Tiao didn't expect Zhao Chengzhen to ask him this, so he couldn't help but think for a while, put another piece of sausage into his mouth, and said casually, "I don't know, I want to find a small bar to play the piano and play casually." Play, don't care about anything, this is the best."

"Go to a small bar to play the piano? Although it's not good to say that, no matter what bar you go to play the piano, that bar will eventually become a big bar, and it can't always be a small bar."

"It doesn't matter, then I'll change."

"It's probably the same for another company. After all, news transmission is very fast now. It may not take a few days for everyone to know that a finalist of the Chopin International Piano Competition is stationed at their side."

Zhao Chengzhen was a little speechless, not knowing what to say about Fu Tiao, then she turned her gaze to the gray sky outside the house, and said softly.

"Although I don't know if you are telling the truth, but as far as I am concerned, my future plan should be the same as other seniors, and also the same as Li Diyun of your Huaguo. I will continue to study with my teacher first. Go to a concert to make some money, go back to my hometown and buy a piece of land, or a house.”

"Buying land and buying a house?" Fu Tiao immediately felt the desire to complain when he heard Zhao Chengzhen's words: "What you say is very Huaguo."

"Ha, but what I think about buying land and houses is different from what you think." Zhao Chengzhen seemed to be amused by her own words, shook her head helplessly, and spread her hands: "I want to set up my personal music studio. Play three or four pianos, change them every day, continue to exercise and improve my skills, until I become the world's top pianist and then make a debut again."

Speaking of this place, he suddenly stopped, and then felt a little helpless: "But there should be a few concerts in the middle, after all, if I don't hold concerts, I feel that I may not even earn the money to buy the piano. Playing in your personal music studio and recording your own music, this feeling is really perfect, but unfortunately, if you really want to achieve it, it is still a bit difficult.”

Listening to Zhao Chengzhen's dream, Fu Tiao couldn't help pursing his lips, and suddenly asked, "By the way, do you think your level is not enough?"

"Huh? I haven't even reached Fu Dio's level. How can I be satisfied with my current level? I feel that I still need to continue studying with my teacher in Paris for a long time. Don't you think that you are more interested in a skill?" As you go deeper, do you feel your own insignificance?"

Zhao Chengzhen sighed, her eyes drifted to nowhere, full of longing and anticipation: "I don't know when I will be able to reach Argerich's performance level, or Lang Liangyue's performance level."

Hearing that one of the familiar names was missing, Fu Tiao suddenly asked curiously. "Where's Li Diyun?"

Zhao Chengzhen paused, and his expression suddenly became helpless: "Li Diyun...his Chopin is very unstable, you can even say that he is better than Argerich when he is good, and he is about the same as me when he is bad. I don’t expect myself to be able to reach Li Diyun’s level, after all, I am not in the same way as him, and I don’t like the kind of performance that depends on how I feel that day.”

After all, Zhao Chengzhen drank the coffee in the cup again, put the coffee on the plate and picked it up together, and smiled at Fu Tiao.

"Okay, you take your time, I'm leaving first, I hope you can perform well in today's finals, and communicate with the band smoothly, this is not irony, but a real blessing."

"Well, good luck to you, too."

"Thank you, if you really wish me well." Zhao Chengzhen put the plate back to the recycling point, waved at Fu Diao, and walked slowly upstairs.

And Fu Tiao continued to eat the sausage over there, waiting for the arrival of the reporter.

Without waiting for a long time, Wang Kai led the photographer brother who had been carrying the camera to squeeze in from the crowds outside the hotel. He saw Fu Tiao who was swallowing the last small sausage at a glance, his eyes lit up, and he waved his hand Walking towards Fu Tiao, he said with a smile.

"Fu Tiao! Here, here! Here we come! This is the pre-match interview for the finals. The number of people watching this interview is several times that of the previous interview! Do you want to prepare?"

Fu Tiao wiped his mouth, looked at the camera in front of him, then glanced at Wang Kai, and shook his head slightly.

"No, let's start, I'm ready."

"Everything about the final."

　Push this book, and then I will be in Shenzhen on 4.3. Does anyone in Shenzhen recommend what to eat in Shenzhen?It's really not good. It's okay to raise a knife to remind me to change it.
　　


(End of this chapter)