"Dior, yes? Come out, my mother is going to practice, she shouldn't be able to control you now, she's anxious......"

Argerich's daughter hesitated for a moment, but finally said: "Don't worry, it's normal for her to be like this, she often looks like this, not because of you, but because she really hasn't practiced for a long time." ”

Fu Tiao nodded, picked up his sheet music and walked to the door.

After the man confirmed that the door was closed and no one would disturb Argerich, he slowly breathed a long sigh of relief, nodded at Fu Tiao, and stretched out his hand.

"My name is Stephanie Argerich, and I'm from my mother's last name."

"Tune Fu." Fu Tiao also stretched out his hand.

"I know, Marta, she told me."

The two shook each other and walked downstairs.

Stephanie didn't like to talk, she just walked to the door with Fu Tiao, and bowed slightly.

"You can just leave here, I still need to go back and see my mother, she is very casual, I don't know what she wants to do, and then ...... My mother said that she likes you, please don't take this matter to heart, she likes a lot of boys, and even male pianists who have cooperated with her and even communicated, she likes them. ”

With that, she raised her hand and casually said a few words to Fu Diao.

"Well, Fu Cong, Daniel Barenboim, Abbado, Dutois, and ......"

Thinking of this place, she had a headache, and put her hand down directly: "Forget it, there are too many, let's search on the Internet by yourself." ”

With that, she bowed again and turned to leave.

Fu Diao looked at the back of her leaving, his eyes did not fluctuate much, but looked at the traffic on the side, and sighed.

I've just talked a lot with Argerich, and until I finished speaking, he didn't really have a complete understanding.

That's ...... What is it like to feel like to be Chopin?

But the takeaway was that he knew what he lacked in Chopin's music.

It's not a special feeling, it's Chopin's feeling.

There is no Chopin in his music.

That being the case, the next goal was to bring out the feeling of Chopin.

Fu Tiao clenched his fists slightly, revealing a hint of confidence, and took two steps along the road, the fist in his hand clenched lower and lower, and finally fell.

That's right! But how should I find that feeling of Chopin?

In fact, there is not much feeling for Chopin in the memory of the original owner, more sheet music, and in his own memory...... There is no such thing as Chopin at all!

It's the end of it.

Fu Tiao stood in place, and after taking a deep breath, he couldn't help but squat down, and his whole mood was a little low.

Obviously, I have found a master and talked to her about music a lot, but why hasn't anything changed?

Bite!

The doorbell rang next to Fu Tuo, several people pushed the door out with a giggle, and a loud and familiar music came from behind the door, Fu Tuo turned his head to look, and found that he didn't know when he was squatting at the door of a bar.

It's an old-fashioned pub with a very small door, and inside it's a bar with antique tables and chairs, and a bar with countless beer pumps.

On the stage at the far end of the bar, there is a small upright piano.

There weren't a lot of people in the bar, but it was the time to eat, so two or three groups of people walked into it just during the time Fu was paying attention.

Fu Tiao thought about it, and there was nothing else to go for a while, so he pushed the door and entered, and the noise in the bar instantly enveloped him.

A student of what could be a conservatory sat in the center of the stage, his hands on the piano to the standard, watching the score in front of him play casually, and next to him were double basses, saxophones, and drum kits, twisting their bodies to pluck the piano's chords.

Fu Tiao's entry did not attract the attention of many people, only some people looked at him a little strangely and did not pay attention to it.

It's normal, everyone has their own things.

If it weren't for Fu Tiao's clothes being too formal, he might not even look at it.

The bartender glanced at him and casually asked, "What do you want to drink?" ”

"Water." Fu Tiao spoke, thought for a while, and added, "It's not angry." ”

"Tsk, you might as well drink Coke and run to the bar for some water."

The bartender shook his head, picked up a bottle of mineral water from the side, poured a glass and pushed it to Fu Tuo: "10 zlotys." ”

It's the price of two cups of street coffee, but it's also normal, who would buy water in a bar.

If it weren't for Fu Tu's non-drinking, he might have ordered a beer.

After all, water costs five times as much as in a supermarket, and beer costs only twice as much.

Fu Tiao leaned on the counter, took a casual sip of mineral water, nodded at the crowd in the middle with his chin, and asked casually, "What are you doing?" ”

"Musician-in-residence, our jazz bar is very famous in the whole of Warsaw, and although we usually invite some students and musicians to come and play, we still have occasional masters here."

The bar leaned away, gestured to the photo behind him with his hand, and smiled as he wiped his glass, "No, priestess, Marta Argerich." ”

Fu looked at it, and it was Argerich in the photo, but that Argerich was still very young, with an incomparably slender and slender figure and big waves of scumbags, grinning and hugging the boss, smiling at the camera.

The other hand is still holding the wine glass.

No wonder it attracts so many pianists as her daughter said.

If she is the same as she was back then, and she is like when she was chatting just now, she can rely on herself to say that she likes herself, no matter who she is, she can't stand it, right?

Think about it, the most awesome female pianist in the world, who is still very beautiful, leans next to you, bites your earlobe with her incomparably smart eyes, and asks you in your ear if you want to play a rhapsody on her.

Gee.

The bartender didn't know what Fu Tiao was thinking, so he said casually while rubbing the towel over there.

"This was before she won the Chopin International Piano Competition, when she seemed to be very nervous, and the whole person fell into a slump, and suddenly ran to our bar and said that she wanted to practice, and she had no place to practice."

"Then our boss thought about it, so he let her play all night, and drank a lot of our wine, and ran away without checking out after taking a photo, but I didn't expect her to win the first prize in the Chopin International Piano Competition after she disappeared."

"Tsk, although it was a little bit of a loss at the time, it also made our bar one of the best jazz bars in Warsaw at the moment, and it was not a loss."

The bar shook its head, replaced the other stars, and explained where the photos came from.

Fu Tiao didn't listen particularly carefully, he took out the money from his pocket and handed it over, picked up the glass of mineral water and shook it to the side of the group of people, watching them play.

Extremely free, very, jazz.

There is no pressure.

Fu Tune listened to it there for a long time, and the people around him walked one after another, and the students who had been playing in that place got up.

He looked at Fu Tiao, hesitated a little, and then asked tentatively.

"You've been watching it for so long...... Want to try it? ”