pianist from the sea

Chapter 25 Leaving Warsaw
Brotz was gone, staggering off in his car.

Fu Tiao looked at the envelope that didn't have much money in his hand, and didn't know what to say for a while.

If it was a few days ago, he might have been very excited. After all, he didn't have any money on him, and if he could get such a small amount of money, he shouldn't have much problem going home.

But now, with nearly [-] zloty on him, the price made him less excited, only moved.

The money will definitely not be returned. Although Mr. Brotz lives in a relatively remote and shabby place, he is not the kind of person who is short of money.

Otherwise, he would not have put the rent money back into Fu Tiao's hands.

If I can meet Mr. Brotz next time... I hope I can return this favor, right?

After all, without any emotional basis, they did take care of him for nearly half a month.

And Brotz always gave him a Danny feeling.

Especially pulling him to read those Polish words when he was free.

He didn't teach anything particularly difficult, but just taught some daily expressions to facilitate communication. In fact, these simple Polish words are indeed a lot more convenient.

Fu Tiao weighed the envelope in his pocket, smiled helplessly, and turned to the jazz bar.

Before he pushed open the door, the heat wave in the room had already hit his face.

The jazz bar that Fu Tiao left after Fu Tiao's announcement was already full of people before Fu Tiao came, and they were all waiting for Fu Tiao's appearance.

When he opened the door, everyone cheered.

"Dior! Fu!"

"Dior! Fu!"

"Dior! Fu!"

"..."

Incomparable unity, crazy applause.

They were cheering for Fu Tiao's appearance.

This is Fu Tiao's last carnival in Warsaw.

Fu Tiao looked at the crowd at the edge of the stage, he straightened up involuntarily, and threw the suitcase at hand to the staff next to him.

"Long time no see, good evening!"

"Oh!!!"

The cheers rose again, and everyone slapped the table and howled.

Fu Diao walked through the passage reserved by everyone and sat in front of the piano.

The fat black guy playing the double bass, the white guy playing the saxophone, and the drummer all nodded at Fu Tiao at the same time.

Fu Tiao also looked at the three of them and nodded in the same way.

His hand was raised slowly, then dropped with a bang.

The extremely violent sound of the piano sounded instantly.

The right hand is running fast in the treble area, while the left hand is jumping wildly in the bass.

A terrific opening.

The band members on the side did not hesitate, and followed Fu Tiao closely, helping Fu Tiao to pull away the feeling of the band.

The breadth of music is no longer limited to the piano, but becomes wider and more casual.

Everyone off the stage cheered instantly, and the mood of the music also drove their passion.

There is no fixed repertoire and no fixed instruments.

The saxophone rested for a while, and the trumpet followed closely. Later, some audience members with French horns ran to the stage and asked Fu Diao to cooperate with him to play a section.

Fu Tiao did not refuse, and kept running his fingers on the piano, happily following the crowd.

The music never stops.

For Fu Tiao, music is no longer music, it can even be regarded as a language, the language he communicates with everyone.

Everyone vented their emotions of the day in the music, but Fu Tiao tightly held their unresolved emotions, sorted them out, and returned them to them.

This makes everyone feel comfortable.

This also makes them unwilling to leave.

Fu Tiao looked at the people around him, figured out their emotions, and made the music more suitable for their feelings.

The music rushes and never stops.

Perhaps because of too much excitement, and because it was Friday, Fu Diao played until six or seven in the morning, and then everyone dispersed.

The music faded away, and the tavern became empty.

Everyone in the band quickly sorted out their things, and after calculating today's dividends, they couldn't help grinning.

The income tonight is enough for them to work normally for half a month.

A total of more than 4000 zlotys, even if four people score, each can get nearly 1000.

The average monthly salary in Warsaw is PLN 2000.

And it was Fu Tiao who was sitting in a daze on the piano bench that brought them all this.

After giving Fu Tiao's dividends to Fu Tiao, everyone stepped forward one by one, gave Fu Tiao a small hug, and gave Fu Tiao their blessings.

Fu Tiao also smiled gently and accepted their blessings.

"Dior! Come on! Hope to see you again this October."

The last one, the pianist at the beginning, let go of Fu Tiao's shoulders and smiled with difficulty.

He reached out and squeezed Fu Tiao's shoulder, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just shook his head, turned to look at the bar where the crowd had dispersed, and sighed.

"But, you made this place so hot, how can I take it?"

"It's okay, come on, practice more, it will be fine."

"Well, let's hope I don't let the audience pass too much, or I feel like the boss will kick me."

Fu Tiao waved and patted him on the back, the man nodded helplessly, sighed again, turned and left.

The bell rang, and the man disappeared into the bar.

The bar owner leaned his body on the bar counter, looked at Fu Tiao's back and smiled.

"Dior."

"Ok?"

"Are you a contestant in the preliminaries of the Chopin International Piano Competition?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"I have a hunch that you can definitely make it to the final."

The boss got up, reached into the counter to feel around, took out a camera, and asked Fu Tiao.

"So...do you want to take a photo in advance as a souvenir? Even if you fail this competition, I believe you will definitely become a great pianist who will shock the whole world."

Want to... take a picture?

Fu Tiao looked at the camera in silence, and after a long time, he raised his head and smiled.

"Okay, but I hope it can be placed next to Argerich."

"Of course!"

The boss walked to Fu Tiao's side, handed the camera in his hand to the staff who were still packing up, and asked him to help take a picture.

The photo paper is spit out of the camera, and as time goes by, the two are gradually revealed from the darkness.

The boss picked up the photo frame that had been prepared long ago, framed the photo of the two of them, and placed it next to Argerich. He turned to look at Fu Tiao, grinned slightly, and handed out an envelope.

"No, this is your income tonight, 800 zlotys, but in order to thank you for bringing such a high income to my store, I made it up to [-] zlotys."

The boss blinked, and added: "It's all your request, it's changed to whole banknotes!"

Fu Tiao took the envelope and smiled at the boss without looking at it. "Thank you..."

"You're welcome, then, see you in October."

"Well, see you in October."

Fu Tiao nodded, wrapped his clothes again, and walked out with his luggage.

He let out a breath of cold air slowly from his mouth, watching it merge with the smog in Warsaw, his eyes were calm.

The preliminaries of the Chopin International Piano Competition have ended, and the main competition in October is next.

"Good-bye, Warsaw, then."

"I hope you in October can usher in a perfect enough me."

(End of this chapter)