pianist from the sea

Chapter 41 Unchanged
Fu Tiao went back, he returned to the dormitory early, and did not continue to practice the piano.

Even if he continues to practice the piano now, his brain is still messed up, and there is no way to practice at all.

He turned on his mobile phone, searched for Chopin's piano etudes Op10 and No5, found many audios played by masters and ordinary players, and listened to them bit by bit while lying on the bed.

What He Shen told him just now was just a method of practice.

If it is an ordinary player, a player who does not intend to advance in the direction of the whole major, these things are basically useless.

After all, even if you are a student in the conservatory, when you practice a composer, you will not build the shape of the composer, and then think about it and perform it.

Under normal circumstances, everyone plays according to their own feelings about music, and then plays a general idea.

After the rough draft is completed, follow the teacher's steps to refine these works as needed, and perform according to the teacher's ideas.

After all, for many of them, the teacher's performance understanding is much better than theirs. If there is a ready-made one, why do you need to create it yourself?
And they are not going to participate in that kind of pure pianist competition.

For the vast majority of performers in China, the competitions they participate in are mostly those of a regional nature. These competitions require players to perform some comprehensive works, and rarely require players to play only one composition. Home.

Occasionally, because this year is a certain composer's whole number anniversary year, or an integer number of birthdays, such as Beethoven's 110th birthday, Mozart's 120th birthday, etc., a Beethoven theme is set for this year, and all performers must play a The first works of Beethoven.

Even so, no one would choose to directly make this year's competition a single event.

This type of practice doesn't really do much for them.

And not only for these ordinary players, even for those who participated in the Chopin International Piano Competition.

Many of them don't actually have a rough image of Chopin, after all, not all of them are ready to sprint towards the final, to be the last one in the Chopin International Piano Competition.

Only those who are ready to take a career path, and their main performance is Chopin, will really make a copy of their own Chopin.

Fu Diao didn't know why, he just wanted to go deeper and see what the limit of classical music was.

So lying in bed, constantly listening to the music in my head, thinking about the full expression of the music in those people.

Even a few roommates came in and didn't notice.

At night, he suddenly felt his thigh being pulled and pulled. Turning his head to look, he saw Bu Liao standing beside his bed, and said with a little concern.

"What's the matter? You came back very early today. I went to the piano room for a whole circle before and didn't seem to see you. When I came back, I found you on the bed. I called you for a long time and ignored it. It has been several hours. , nothing happened, did something happen to you?"

"It's okay..." Fu Tiao got up, shook his head, turned to look at the other people in the room, and found that there was only one person in the room.

"What about the rest?"

"Zhang Qiu went to get food. It's not like you don't know that in our school cafeteria, only stewed vegetables can be eaten. He ordered takeaway, but Yin Kai hasn't come back yet. He is preparing for the concert and played a string quartet. People went to rehearsal."

"Is that so..."

Fu Tiao got up and got out of bed, took off the earphones, and lay on the chair a little dazed.

He turned his head to look at Bu, and asked suddenly.

"Okay, let's talk about what kind of feeling do you have for Chopin?"

"Chopin? Piano poet? It's probably a very romantic feeling. After all, many works are based on romance, such as those nocturnes." Bu Li was puzzled and hesitated.

"Romantic... Forget it, it doesn't feel right."

Fu Tiao shook his head. The music he heard was not just romantic, but also a lot of feelings that he couldn't explain clearly.

This feeling caught him very much, but he couldn't figure it out.

Therefore, Fu Tiao thought about it, and finally decided to get up and go out directly, and went to the piano room to have a look. He had been listening to it all day, and he needed more practice to stimulate himself.

"Huh? What are you doing, Fu Tiao?" When he opened the door, Zhang Qiu went upstairs with the takeaway. Looking at Fu Tiao, he couldn't help picking up the takeaway box in his hand, and said with a smile, "I just ordered a barbecue. Don't go out in a hurry, let's have some food together? It's past ten o'clock now, you won't be able to come back after you go out and lock the door."

"Barbecue? You..."

"I just won. I went to participate in a piano competition before, and sent me the certificate and prize money for my participation. Although it is not much, it is at least a few hundred dollars. I just wanted to buy some barbecue and celebrate together. Down!"

Zhang Qiu squeezed in from the door, put the barbecue on his chair, and dragged out a few small benches from the corner that he used in military training before, threw them aside and sat down.

"No, don't stand up, sit down and eat, it will be cold if you don't eat it! Although this barbecue is not as delicious as the freshly baked ones in the store, it still cost me more than 100 yuan!"

Fu Tiao thought for a while, sat back in the room again, looked at the barbecue piled up on the bench, and suddenly said.

"Zhang Qiu."

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"If you were asked to understand Chopin, how would you understand Chopin?"

"How do I understand Chopin? Probably someone like Li Diyun? One thing to say, I think Li Diyun and Chopin are really similar, especially the melancholy in their eyes, as well as their dedication to art and romance. "

While playing the string, Zhang Qiu said to Fu Tiao: "What's wrong, you are a person who participated in the Chopin International Piano Competition, and you ask me a person who has no chance to participate in the competition, what is Chopin? Are you planning to give me lessons?" ? Or are you going to play tricks?"

"No, I just..."

Fu Tiao was silent, thought for a while, smiled at the two, picked up a can of beer that Bu just brought over, and toasted everyone.

"Forget it, don't discuss study in the dormitory, don't worry about the piano, just practice hard and it's over, even if you fail, at least try hard!"

"Tsk, your failure is much stronger than ordinary people like us. We don't even qualify for the competition."

"Stop talking about this, drink and drink."

Fu Tiao took a sip, and couldn't help frowning. He didn't like the taste of alcohol. He always felt a little confused after drinking, and his thoughts about music began to gradually stop. He couldn't help shaking his head, and put the beer aside.

"Forget it, let me change it to a glass of Coke, this wine... I feel like I still can't touch it."

"Cut, fuck, promise, Coke!"

"Thank you."

Fu Tiao took the Coke and took a sip, leaning against the railing of the bed.

I couldn't touch alcohol in my previous life, and I can't touch alcohol in this life either.

Sure enough, I am still myself, never changing.

The same is true for music, your own music will not change in any way.

Look for the unchanging in the changes and build your own Chopin.

Fu Tiao looked at the noisy crowd in front of him, suddenly smiled, picked up the earphones, and continued to listen to other people's performances.

Listen first and take your time.

Everything is under control.

　Sunday, January 2023, 1, sunny
　　Today, I don't have a single comment, I will write down this hatred!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)