pianist from the sea

Chapter 19 The Meeting with Argerich
Fu Diao didn't know what those people thought of 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's other people's evaluations or grades.

What he cares most about is music.

Whether the music expresses everything he wants to express, and how the music should be interpreted, 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 perform music perfectly, you need to grind slowly.

Fu Tiao played in the house for a day, and when it was two or three o'clock in the afternoon, he picked up his music score and walked towards the city center.

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

So, he practiced non-stop in his own room, and when it was almost time, he went directly to Argerich's room, wanting to ask Argerich some questions about music.

According to the address Argerich gave himself before, he came to the door of a traditional European-style house, waited for the time, and rang the doorbell downstairs of the house on time.

Ding!
"The door is open, come in."

Following Argerich's voice, there was a buzzing at the door, Fu Tiao stretched out his hand and pushed it away.

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

The extremely fluffy and dry gray-brown hair hangs down on the shoulders, and there are many wrinkles on the face. It is said that he is in his 70s or [-]s, but his temperament is completely different.

Looking at Fu Tiao's appearance, she couldn't help raising her eyebrows, and said with a smile.

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

"Huh? So which country does it look like?" Fu Tiao was taken aback.

"It's not like any country. You don't have the shadow of other countries, you only have your own shadow. This is very difficult to meet in every country, especially Asian countries."

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

"Come on, come in, don't stand at the door and look at me, or do you want me to sign for you?"

After all, Argerich walked into the house, followed by Fu Diao without much hesitation.

He had a lot of questions he wanted to ask Argerich, especially about the music he played.

Just entering the room, he couldn't help but be stunned.

The house is not as Fu Diao imagined, it is full of pianos and countless music scores, it is just a very ordinary room, ordinary to the extreme.

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

Except for a piano in the corner of the room, there is no musical element to be seen.

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

Argerich seemed to see Fu Tiao's doubts, and said casually.

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

"I originally wanted to call you to the piano practice room in the concert hall, but what to say, because I came so suddenly, the people over there didn't expect me to come back at all, so I didn't prepare my piano room at all. Called you to come into this room."

"After all, I was planning to go to France. You know, my friend Zheng Mingxun is retiring, and he brought his Radio France Philharmonic Orchestra." Argerich used French, but Fu Diao didn't understand , just feels like the name of an orchestra, "I'm going to play two pianos with Nicholas Angelich, Poulenc's D Minor Two Piano Concerto, the time hasn't come yet, and I just need to practice piano, so I come to Warsaw Stay here for a while, and go back later."

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

After all, Argerich smiled, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, popped one out with great skill, and asked Fu Tiao.

"Do you want?"

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

"Hiss, then it's a pity. I had an operation before and am quitting smoking. I haven't smoked for a long time. I miss it."

Argerich shook his head, put the cigarette in front of his nose and sniffed it, then inserted it back again, sat on the sofa beside him, tilted his body to look at Fu Tiao, and continued.

"Come on, just play something for me."

"Ok."

"Don't be nervous, play casually, this is not a competition, you still have a second chance."

"clear."

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

Chopin Etude, Op25-11
winter wind.

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

He sank himself down, and with his arms, slowly pushed the music out.

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

The music is beautiful, and the beginning feels very good. It can even be regarded as the most perfect performance of Fu Tiao since he came into contact with this work.

Even that Chopin feel is gradually picking up a little bit.

but……

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

Whoa!
The gust of wind roared behind, but it was like an avalanche, out of control.

boom!boom!boom!
The sound of the piano continued to roar.

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

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

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

Argerich didn't do anything, just sat there with his legs raised, looking up at the ceiling, not knowing what he was thinking.

Occasionally a slight nod, but not much.

At the end of the music, Argerich didn't speak. Fu Tiao thought for a while, and then continued to play, playing all the Chopin works he had heard recently.

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

It seemed that she didn't come to attend class, but to enjoy music.

Very relaxed, very casual, do things according to your own ideas.

Chopin's Etude, Winter Wind, Black Keys, Thirds, Chant, Chopin's Mazurkas, Chopin's Scherzo, and Chopin's Piano Sonata No. [-].

Always going forward, never stopping.

Half an hour passed, just like in the qualifiers, at the full 30 minutes, Argerich suddenly spoke.

"Okay, it's okay, I understand your thoughts, so I don't need to continue playing."

After all, she seemed to be afraid of Fu Tiao's misunderstanding, so she waved the fruit wine in her hand and said with a smile.

"I guess you are looking for me today, what do you want to talk to me about?"

(End of this chapter)