"You want to talk to me about Chopin? I actually really like some of your places, like that place. ”

Argerich raised his head and gently hummed the middle part of Chopin's Piano Sonata No. 1, then tapped Fu and raised his fingers.

"That place plays really well, it feels good, doesn't it? Which place I liked so much! It gave me a wonderful feeling, a sense of freedom, a sense of immensity, as if ...... Ocean? However, you are not playing Chopin, but yourself! ”

"No matter how much you want to express yourself, you need to at least pop Chopin's feelings, and you want to play Chopin, not just ......"

"You."

Argerich got up, tapped lightly, looked at it with interest, and sighed twice.

"But your music is a bit interesting, if I was younger, I might have liked your genre, but now that I'm older, I still like to be a little more mature."

Fu Tiao seemed to hear a sigh from the room next to him, and seemed to be very helpless.

Fu Tiao thought about it for a while, and didn't continue to ask questions on this, after all, people were obviously joking with him.

The most important question now is......

"So how do I go about playing my Chopin?" Fu Tiao immediately asked: "Or ...... What is my Chopin? What exactly does my Chopin mean? How should I behave? ”

That's why he came to Argerich.

Jazz, he's very familiar with it, but classical music, which he hasn't been in before, when he really goes deeper, he finds the beauty in it.

He couldn't wait to get to the bottom of the music.

However, Argerich did not answer directly, but got up to let Fu Tuo vacate a position, she sat directly on the piano bench, turned her head to Fu Tiao, and said.

"Performance? No, no, no, you have to recognize why you're playing the way you do, and then you can talk about the things you perform, you know? You only have your own imagination in your music, you think Chopin should be like this, and then you play it like that, and you don't have any attention at all. ”

"For example...... This one! ”

Argerich's hand was lowered with great ease, and the music began to play.

Chopin's First Piano Sonata, the one that was just played in Fu tune.

"Listen, in my music, what is Chopin? Or rather...... Who was Chopin? What did he go through? And why did you write such a work? ”

"What kind of feeling does he want to express in his music?"

"Many, many more ......"

Argerich's hand was raised, one hand leaping across the keyboard, playing the main theme of both hands, while the other hand shook slightly in the air, trying to stir up the mood of Fu Tune.

"Music!"

"Listen! Listen to music, listen to Chopin, listen with your ears, listen with your brain, let the emotions fluctuate with the music, let the ears stay restrained, listen to what Chopin wants to express in the music. ”

"Like ......"

Argerich's hand did not stop, he picked up the hand that he had let go before, put it on the piano, and took a transposition, and the music changed instantly.

A small part of Chopin's First Piano Ballade.

"Listen, this is Chopin's Ballade."

"Listen, this is Chopin's etude."

"Listen again, this is Chopin's Polonaise!"

Her fingers almost beat on the piano, and she kept pre-changing the variations, allowing the music to jump to another piece in one suitable place.

Then there are the mazurkas, polona, sonatas and concertos.

Each piece is not played for a long time, but only a beginning, a very familiar melody.

But there's one thing that runs through it.

That's ...... Her Chopin.

The sound of the piano was incredibly soft, and so was Argerich's voice.

"Everything can change, but Chopin doesn't change, Chopin is the skeleton, the skeleton of a work, with this skeleton, you can play a more perfect work with less effort."

"I hear that there is confusion in your music, you are wondering how Chopin should be played, you are thinking about why there is Chopin in those people's music, you question, why those people have feelings that you don't, in fact, the simplest reason is ...... You don't have a concrete image of Chopin. ”

"Chopin, what kind of feeling should he express in your music? Or rather...... What kind of person do you think Chopin was? What's the logic that supports your thinking? ”

"Everyone's Chopin is different, but everyone's Chopin is the same."

"All of Chopin's historical experiences are placed there, and the same is true of what he thought and felt when he wrote this work."

"You have to establish a clear enough image of Chopin in your mind, and then substitute your image of Chopin into it, and then you will be able to understand what your Chopin is and why it is your Chopin."

"Chopin is actually very simple, at least for me, Chopin is actually very simple, because Chopin is there."

Argerich smiled and raised her hand, patted the hem of her skirt, returned to her sofa, took out a canned potato chip from the sofa, opened it and pinched a slice, raised her eyebrows at Fu Tiao, and waved her hand.

"Can you understand my thoughts? Or do you need me to speak to you again in another language? Deutsch (German)? Español (Spanish)? Português (Portuguese)? Français (French)? ”

"I ...... Probably understandable......"

Fu Tiao bowed slightly, he turned around and walked to the window, looking at the bright lights outside the window, and couldn't help but ponder.

Argerich made it clear, and he finally figured out where his flaws were.

There was no Chopin in his music, and everything he heard was just notes that he copied through his ears and eyes.

There is no form, but no bone.

He played himself, not the music the composer had made.

In fact, he has always played the piano like this, because he used to play jazz.

What is the most important thing about jazz? Improvisation!

Play casually, relax your spirit, and play what you like.

His favorite part of the challenge is to observe the people sitting around him, guess what they think, and then express their emotions in the music area.

However, it is also limited to the surface.

If he competes in jazz, he may be invincible in the world now, but the competition is particularly pure classical music, and he is like a beginner in the classical music that has been rolled up to the extreme.

What may be better about him than those who are starting out is that his fundamentals are invincible.

But the depth of his understanding of classical music is really still at the beginning.

Listen carefully, think carefully, study carefully.

These are all challenges.

Fu turned his head and smiled at Argerich.

"Thank you very much."

"It's okay, I just thought your music was a little interesting." Argerich also laughed, she picked up a piece of potato chips and threw it into her mouth, and said vaguely to Fu Tuo: "Let's talk casually, play a flick, normal academic exchanges, don't take it too seriously." ”

"If you have any questions, you can still ask, after today, I may not be able to be free, there are a lot of performances this year, I will go to Paris in a few days, did I just tell you? When Paris is over, I'm probably going to go to Barenboim, who played with me, and then I'm going to Dongying, and, well, where are we going? ”

Argerich looked up and thought about it, but finally shook his head slightly.

"Forget it, let's go back and wait for the performance, and see the specific situation."

"Wait, something is wrong, am I having so many gigs this year?"

Argerich woke up suddenly, quickly got up from the couch, and walked around the room with his hands folded, his expression extremely anxious.

"Wait a minute, I'm going to Paris and Jung Myung-hoon, then Daniel Barenboim, and then ...... Yes! Seiji Ozawa (Seiji Ozawa) is on his birthday this year, and I have a reservation for his birthday performance! Also, there's ......"

Argerich froze suddenly, her expression became extremely serious, and she looked at Fu Tuo...... The piano on the side walked up quickly, and without waiting for Fu to speak, he immediately played it very seriously.

"No, I want to practice, I want to practice, I don't seem to have practiced for a long time, I want to practice......"

The fingers flew on the piano, the speed was fast, and the sound in the mouth gradually became smaller.

Due to the big performance task this year, and she has not practiced for a long time, the whole person has become extremely anxious, so she quickly pounced on the piano and gradually forgot everything around her.

There was another sigh on the side, and it seemed even more helpless.

Fu Tiao looked at his gaze, and a woman who looked very similar to Argerich stood in the doorway, clasped her hands, and shook her head slightly.