pianist from the sea

Chapter 24 Rest and Reconnaissance

In the next few days, Fu Tiao entered an extremely regular life. He got up at ten o'clock in the morning and followed the car to the center of Warsaw to listen to other people's performances until ten o'clock in the evening.

Completely different from before, Fu Tiao no longer tried hard to hear how this person played, but began to think about what Chopin is in this person's music.

Listening to music no longer looks at the details, but listens to the whole and feels the beauty of the whole.

Although he can't find the feeling of his own Chopin at all now, but at the very least, he can gradually feel what other people's Chopin is like.

However, I don't know if it's his illusion, but he always feels that many of them don't have much in Chopin.

It's like a blank drawing board is placed over there, with a person named Chopin on it, but it is not painted, but a printed promotional poster.

There is no creator's own feeling in it.

Or rather, just Chopin, without human feeling.

And many are almost exactly the same.

This feeling made Fu Tiao feel a little uncomfortable, but he didn't think too much, just listened carefully.

Although it is said that there are not many personal things in it, it is actually quite good to be able to hear the relatively standardized Chopin.

After all, no matter how much you don't like that standard Chopin, you can't deny that these people really play Chopin very well.

Yu Tianyou, who had been chatting with Fu Tiao before, also came on stage, and Fu Tiao also listened to his performance.

This Yu Tianyou had always said before that he was not very good, every time he could only enter the preliminaries, and could not enter the main competition at all, but when he actually heard his performance, Fu Tiao was indeed a little shocked.

The Chopin he played is indeed very emotional, with a very unique taste in it.

Very soft, not the kind of docile like silk, but milk chocolate.

With a hint of thick softness, there is also a sweetness in it.

After the sweetness, there is a little bit of bitterness.

This feeling is particularly interesting among countless standard Chopins.

Fu Tiao listened to his performance for a long time, and there was still a little bit of unfulfilled meaning until the end.

"How was it? I played it?" Yu Tianyou went back to the concert hall from the backstage after the performance, found Fu Tiao's seat, sat beside him, patted his shoulder casually, and asked with Erlang's legs crossed.

"Very good." Fu Tiao nodded: "It's very different from other people's style. Your music is very soft and sweet, and it feels very special."

"Tsk, isn't it? I really like this interpretation of Chopin. In my feeling, Chopin should be this kind of sweet feeling. No matter how cruel the world is, we must use music and smile Facing it, this is Chopin, the Chopin who can play such beautiful music after experiencing the collapse of the country, being ignored by people, living on the streets and other tragedies."

"So, face the world with sweetness, and express yourself with tenderness."

Yu Tianyou grinned very openly, as if he was very happy.

Seeing no one around, he leaned his body towards Fu Tiao, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Apart from softness and sweetness, don't you hear anything else?"

Fu Tiao was not surprised: "I heard it."

"Huh? What?"

"Bitter, there is a little bit of bitterness hidden behind it."

"Awesome! Your ears are really good! Ha! Uh..."

Yu Tianyou just wanted to laugh, but because the previous player was playing, he could only pinch his thigh hard and grinned nonstop.

"I hope my feelings can impress those judges and teachers. No matter how good the feeling is, if it can't impress the judges, it will be of no use in the end."

Yu Tianyou patted Fu Tiao's shoulder, turned around and looked back at the stage.

The contestants on the stage came on stage one after another, played, bowed, and stepped off the stage without stopping.

Occasionally, a few players have major problems in their performance, but it does not affect the overall rhythm.

After listening to the whole performance, Fu Diao bid farewell to Yu Tianyou, bought some bread or something on the side of the road, and then went directly to work in his bar.

To be precise, this kind of part-time job should be entertainment for Fu Tiao.

It's like I'm tired of doing my homework every day, so I go to play games.

For Fu Tiao, jazz is similar to a game, and there is no difficulty.

No matter what type of jazz, he can combine it casually and pop it out.

Even the melody hummed by the guests on the spot, he can arrange it as a whole according to the harmony trend in the melody.

At the same time, experiment with the feeling of Chopin heard in the concert hall that day.

It's just that you may not be able to make money playing games, but Fu Tiao can easily earn hundreds of zlotys by playing jazz for games.

The competition lasted for more than ten days, and Fu Tiao also played for more than ten days, and the zloty in his hand had reached nearly ten thousand before he knew it.

And more and more, more and more people gather in this jazz bar every day, just to listen to Fu Tiao's performance.

Order a glass of beer, send Fu Tiao a glass of wine, and then use Polish spoken English to tell Fu Tiao what kind of jazz he wants, just sit there and wait.

Relieve the daily pressure, scold the boss a few times with friends, and cooperate with the right jazz, the whole person feels like a burst of excitement.

And it doesn't know the sage time yet.

And more and more people gave Fu Tiao some wine, and Fu Tiao's daily income was getting higher and higher. Near the end, Fu Tiao's income was nearly [-] zlotys a day!

It's just time, and it's the last day.

The qualifiers were all over yesterday, Fu Tiao packed up all his luggage, put it in his bag, and prepared to leave.

Mr. Brotz had already driven his own car to the door, looked at Fu Tiao, nodded with a smile.

"Ready to go?"

"No... there is one last thing, right?"

Fu Tiao also smiled, and put his luggage behind the car.

He didn't have much luggage, only a large travel bag with music scores and a change of clothes in it, nothing else.

Fu Tiao got into the car, put on his seat belt and said to Brotz.

"There's one final performance that's not over yet."

"Your jazz concert, isn't it?"

"Huh? You know what?"

"Of course I know! Your jazz music has been spread all over Warsaw... At least it has been spread among the regular customers in that bar. Your last performance tonight even has an advance reservation!"

Broz smiled happily. He started the car and drove towards Warsaw, driving while driving.

"Although it's not selling tickets, but if you want to reserve a seat, you must pay for the drink in advance. Only in this way can you make a reservation for tonight. Your jazz bar in Warsaw is already a little famous!"

"That's it." Fu Tiao shook his head gently, never thinking that he would be so popular.

You actually need to buy a ticket to enter the bar to listen to music.

"Are you settled?"

"No, I don't like the atmosphere of that bar very much. I like the bar near my home. Go straight at the intersection and turn left for 60 meters. I just heard a friend say this when I went to drink yesterday. knew."

Brotz didn't pay attention to Fu Tiao's thoughts at all, and asked casually.

"By the way, the result of the game is out?"

"Not yet, but there should be no problem in the qualifiers. I have listened to a lot of players' performances, not as many as mine."

"Well, it's good that there is no problem. By the way, have you booked your accommodation in October?"

"Not yet, how about..."

Before Fu Tiao finished speaking, Brotz immediately said.

"You definitely can't live here. My side is too far away. If you want to participate in the competition, you don't have that much time for you to practice, so you must live in the city."

"But……"

"It's okay, the qualifiers are enough. If you need it, I can help you find a house or a hotel in the city center. The price I can get here is definitely cheaper than what you set outside. If you want a house If you have a piano, there is no problem."

Brotz turned his head and smiled at Fu Tiao, stretched out a hand and patted Fu Tiao's shoulder, then squeezed it hard.

"Come on, I'm counting on you to win the championship and heat up my house!"

The car stopped slowly and stopped in front of the bar where Fu Diao played before.

Fu Tiao got up and got out of the car, and Brotz also got out of the car. After dragging out the luggage and handing it to Fu Tiao, he leaned against the car door, took out an envelope from his pocket, and smiled at Fu Tiao.

"No, this is the money I promised you before, take it, it's a good job!"

Fu Tiao took the envelope and was silent for a long time, finally raised his head slowly and said softly: "Dzikuj"

"Dzikuj?"

Brotz froze for a moment, then laughed out loud.

“Nie Ma za co!”

(End of this chapter)