Fu Tiao didn't know what those people thought of him, but even if he did, he wouldn't have much reaction.

After all...... He has a relatively indifferent attitude towards those things, whether it is other people's evaluations or grades.

What he cares about most is music.

Whether the music shows everything he wants to express, and how the music should be interpreted, these are all things that he should pay attention to.

If you just want to play music, it's very easy.

But if you want to express the music perfectly, then you need to grind it 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 sheet music and walked towards the city center.

He didn't listen to other people play the piano, and wondered why they played the way they did, because he couldn't understand it.

So, he kept practicing in his room, and when the time was about right, he went straight to Argerich's house and wanted to ask Argerich some questions about music.

According to the address given to him by Argerich, he came to the door of a traditional European house, waited for the time, and pressed the doorbell downstairs on time.

Bite!

"The door is open, come in."

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

Walking up to the sixth floor, Argerich was already standing in the doorway waiting for him.

His gray-brown hair hung down on his shoulders and his face was wrinkled, and he was said to be in his seventies and eighties, but his temperament was not at all the same.

She looked at Fu Tiao's appearance, couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, and said with a smile.

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

"Huh? So like which country? Fu was stunned.

"It's not like any country, you don't have the shadow of other countries, you only have your own shadow, which 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 it for you? ”

With that, Argerich walked into the house, and Fu followed without much hesitation.

He had a lot of questions for Argerich, especially about the music he played.

As soon as he entered the house, he couldn't help but be stunned.

The room is not as Fu Tuo thought, it is full of pianos and countless musical scores, this is just a very ordinary room, ordinary to the extreme.

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

Aside from a piano in the corner of the room, there was no musical element to be seen.

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

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

"This place was rewarded by the Warsaw city government, a resting place in Warsaw, but in fact, it is not very commonly used, and it is used every time the Chopin International Piano Competition, so the decoration is very simple, after all, I am too lazy to spend money."

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

"After all, I was going to France, you know, my friend Jung Myung-hoon is stepping down, and he is taking his Orchester de la Philharmonique de Radio France with him" Argerich used French in this place, and Fu did not understand it, but it felt like the name of an orchestra, "I'm going to play a double piano with Nicolas Angelic, Planck's D Minor Double Piano Concerto, and the time is not yet up, and I just need to practice, so I'll come to Warsaw for a while, and I'll go back later." ”

"But it doesn't matter, I never practice," Argerich winked at Fu and joked.

With that, Argerich smiled, took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, popped one out of his skill, and asked Fu Tuo.

"Do you want to?"

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

"Hey, then it's a bit of a pity, I had surgery before, I'm 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 reinserted it, sat down on the sofa on the side, tilted his body to look at Fu Tuo, and continued.

"Come on, play whatever you want for me."

"Okay."

"Don't be nervous, just play it, it's not a game, you have a second chance."

"Understood."

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

Chopin's Etudes, Op. 25-11

Winter winds.

Just as on the same day, he heard Aimi Kobayashi play in the concert hall.

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

When, dang, dang, dang, dang......

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

Even that feeling of Chopin gradually took on a little bit.

But......

The music slowly stopped, stood high in the air, and fell suddenly.

Wow!

The wind behind it howled, but it was like an avalanche, out of control.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

The sound of the piano roared continuously.

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

Fu Tune tried his best to control his music, so that his music would not go too far and let Chopin's feelings go as far as possible, but to no avail.

He didn't know what Chopin's feelings were, and the feelings he saved were all ups and downs, incomparably struggling.

Argerich didn't move, just sat there, legs cocked, looking up at the ceiling, not knowing what to think.

Occasionally, there will be a slight nod, but it is not big.

When the music ended, Argerich did not speak, Fu Tune thought about it, and continued to play, playing all the Chopin works he had heard recently.

As the music flowed, Argerich reached for a glass of ciderwine, uncapped the bottle with his teeth, and drank it.

It's as if she's not here for class, but to enjoy music.

It's so relaxing, it's so casual, and you do things according to your own ideas.

Chopin's Etudes, Winter Wind, Black Keys, Thirds, Chants, Chopin's Mazurkas, Chopin's Scherzos, and Chopin's Piano Sonata No. 1.

Always moving forward, never stopping.

Half an hour passed, just like in the qualifiers, and at the 30-minute mark, Argerich suddenly spoke.

"Okay, it's okay, I understand your thoughts, don't keep playing."

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

"I guess you're looking for me today, and you want to talk to me about something."