2015, April, Warsaw, Poland, Villanów district.

Fu Diao lay on the bed in the attic, looking at the locked skylight above his head, his eyes blank.

He remembered that he had died more than a hundred years ago on the steamer called the Virginia.

He sailed around the world with that fantastic cruise ship, met and talked to countless musicians, and was even called the first jazz pianist of the five oceans, and countless brokerage companies invited him to disembark and tour the world.

He looked at the land he had never set foot on and imagined that he might never be able to return to the place where he was born for the rest of his life, but he finally shook his head and refused, sitting quietly in the cabin, his fingers dancing in the void, waiting to be destroyed with the great ship.

When the loud bang roared, he felt like he had become light.

But when he woke up again, he was not on that great ship, nor on the sea, but on land where he was so terrified.

It was Warsaw, Poland, a place he had only heard of on a ship before, but had never seen before.

And his current name is still Fu Tuo, but now he is just a ...... Poor Chinese piano students.

It seems that because of the water and soil, the rain came over, and the psychological pressure was too great, the original owner had just arrived in Poland to find an attic outside the city to live in, so he fell ill and was bedridden, and he did not dare to communicate with other people due to language barriers, and finally died of illness in this attic, until he crossed over.

The attic was in tatters, there was no heating, no air conditioning, only a thin quilt, and even so, Fu Tiao's memory converted the Polish zloty to almost 300rmb a night.

The price is very expensive, but it is already a relatively cheap price in the whole of Poland, and it is difficult to find a cheaper house unless he rents it directly for a month.

The only thing that is better is that there is an antique piano in the house, although it is tattered, but at least the tone is accurate.

Fu Tiao wrapped his quilt tightly, coughed twice, blew his nose, rubbed his hands, shook his head slightly with a slight headache, hugged his body and looked around, his eyes were melancholy, and he slowly spit out a mouthful of mist.

Outside the window, the smog in Warsaw was still very heavy, even during the day the whole city was filled with a fog, and the whole city was still extremely cold before April warmed.

As the mist rose, his expression was complicated.

He was obviously going to live and die with the ship, how did he come to this land he feared the most inexplicably?

I'm in Warsaw...... What are you going to do?

What kind of contest do you seem to be participating in?

Knock knock!

As Fu Tune pondered the past, there was a knock on the door of the room, and an English accent with a thick Polish accent sounded.

"Dior! Are you feeling better? I heard that you have a cold, I bought some medicine, do you want to take some? ”

Dior?

Fu Tiao thought about it for a long time, and then remembered that this might be shouted "tune", but foreigners can't pronounce the flat tongue as clearly as the Chinese, so it sounds a bit like Dior.

The man outside was supposed to be Mr. Brotz, the landlord of the house, whom he had met on the day he moved in, and had never seen him since.

"It's much better, please wait a minute, I'll come out now."

Fu Tiao wrapped his clothes tightly, draped a blanket, walked to the door with socks on, opened the door, and a silver-haired old man stood at the door, wearing a cashmere sweater.

Seeing Fu Diao open the door, he immediately lifted the medicine box in his hand and stuffed it into Fu Diao's arms.

"This is for the treatment of colds, one tablet a day is enough, and I stewed a pot of Russell soup, and fried herring, have you eaten? Would you like to come down for a bite to eat? ”

Fu Tiao was stunned, he didn't expect the landlord to be so easy to speak, but he didn't act particularly angry, but smiled and reached out to take the medicine from the landlord's hand.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Brotz, I just need this, but just eat it, I ...... in the house"

Fu Tiao looked at his suitcase, he vaguely remembered that there seemed to be a seasoning called Lao Gan Dad in his package, and a lot of bread that he had just come to buy.

This should be counted as rice, right?

The family is poor and has no money to buy good food, so they can only eat these cheapest foods.

Brotz seemed to see Fu Tuo's thoughts, and he interrupted: "It's okay, I burned a little too much, I can't eat it alone, you come and help me." ”

"So...... Thanks a lot? ”

"Nie Ma za co" Brodz waved his hand: "This is in Polish, no thanks, I'll be waiting for you in the kitchen." ”

With that, he leaned sideways and walked slowly downstairs against the railing, while Fu Diao turned around and returned to his room, rummaged through the clothes in the suitcase, found a slightly thick cashmere sweater, and walked downstairs quickly after changing into it.

The stairs creak, and the house seems to have been built decades ago, and the years have left an indelible mark on it, making the house's heating system look particularly bad.

When Fu Tiao entered the kitchen next to the living room, a wave of heating instantly hit him.

An electric heater stood in the middle of the room, and a pot was boiling Russell soup full of ingredients, while Nabroz was already standing in front of the pot to process herring.

The oil pan was hot, and he carefully slid the herring in his hand down the edge of the pan into it, and the oil rustled and soon the fragrance of the herring flowed out along with the smell of oil smoke.

Brotz seemed to hear the sound of the kitchen door opening, and immediately turned his head slightly, looked at Fu Tuo, and smiled as he waved a spatula.

"Wait a minute, the herring has just come out of the pot, and it will be fine soon."

After that, he turned the herring over continuously, and after frying it until golden brown on both sides, he poured the sauce that had been prepared, brought it to Fu Tiao, and wiped the hem of his clothes with his hands.

"Aha, this is Śledź w oleju z cebulą, a traditional Polish herring baked in a sauce of sour cream, onion and garlic."

After that, he didn't wait for Fu Tiao's thanks, turned around and brought out his share as well, and served him some Russell soup.

Fu Tiao stood in place, looking up at the quaint ceiling above his head and the wooden structure around him like a ship's cabin, listening to the Polish spoken by Broz in front of him, and inexplicably thought of the past.

"Danny ......"

"Huh? What? Brotz looked out of the kitchen, puzzled.

Fu Tuo shook his head slightly: "No, it's nothing." ”

Brodz didn't pay much attention to it, but waited for everything to be placed neatly, and then Brodz sat down, picked up the spoon and took a sip of the soup, his eyebrows fluttered, and his expression was extremely comfortable.

"Well, you have to drink some Russell soup to warm your stomach in this weather, those damn old men, it's already spring, and the smog in the city is so heavy, but I can't even see the slightest bit of sunshine, I feel like if it goes on like this, I didn't die from the blitzkrieg, but was frozen to death in Warsaw first."

After that, he shook his head, looked at Fu Tuo, who was quietly drinking the soup, with an uneasy expression and raised his eyebrows slightly, and couldn't help but raise his body backwards, and asked with a little curiosity.

"Oh yes, Dior, I saw that you had been in the room and didn't have time to ask Ling, what did you do in Warsaw? Don't worry, it's not to spy on you, or a little curious, after all, my side is too far from the city center, and it's usually useless that any tourists will be willing to stay on my side, you can be regarded as the first tenant since I opened the B&B! ”

"What am I doing in Warsaw?"

Fu Tuo stirred the Russell soup in the bowl, and was a little stunned for a while.

He originally wanted to say something else, but looking at the old man in front of him, he didn't know why, a term flashed in his head, and he involuntarily spoke.

"It's nothing, it's just to participate in the qualifiers for the Chopin International Piano Competition, and I got the qualifiers."

After that, Fu Tiao raised his head slightly, looking inexplicable.

Chopin Piano Competition? What's that?

What are the qualifiers?

No, I'm coming to Poland...... Are you here to participate in the Chopin International Piano Competition? Why should I go to this contest?

He sighed, and just wanted to continue explaining, but he didn't expect that the pupils of Brotz on the other side couldn't help but dilate, and the soup spoon he was holding in his hand fell into the soup with a click, and he exclaimed in an extremely loud voice.

"Chopin International Piano Competition?"