In the next few days, Fu Tiao entered an extremely regular life, getting up at 10 o'clock in the morning, following the car to the center of Warsaw to listen to other people's music, until 10 o'clock in the evening.

Completely different from before, Fu Tiao no longer tried to listen to how well this person played, but began to think about what Chopin in this person's music was.

Listening to music no longer looks at the details, but listens to the whole and feels the beauty of the whole.

Although he has no way to find the feeling of his own Chopin now, at the very least, he can gradually feel what other people's Chopin feels like.

However, I don't know if it's his delusion, he always feels that many of them don't have much in Chopin.

It's like a blank drawing board with a man named Chopin on it, but it's not a drawing, it's a printed propaganda poster.

There is no sense of the creator himself in it.

Or rather, just Chopin, no one feels it.

And many people are almost exactly the same.

This feeling made Fu Tuo feel a little uncomfortable, but he didn't think much about it, just listened seriously.

Although it is said that you can't hear anything from many people in it, it is actually quite good to be able to hear Chopin, which is relatively standardized.

After all, no matter how much you don't like that standard Chopin, you can't deny that these people play Chopin really very Chopin.

Yu Tianyou, who had been chatting with Fu Diao before, also came on stage, and Fu Diao also listened to his performance.

This Yu Tianyou has always said that he is not very good at it, and he can only enter the qualifiers every time, and he can't enter the main competition at all, but when he really heard his performance, Fu Diao was indeed slightly shocked.

The Chopin he played was really sensitive, and there was a very unique flavor in it.

It's soft, not silky and docile, but milk chocolate.

With a hint of heavy softness, there is also a hint of sweetness in it.

And after the sweetness, there is a little bit of bitterness.

This feeling is particularly interesting among the countless forms of Chopin.

Fu listened to his performance for a long time, and there was still a little bit of unfinished feeling when he heard the end.

"How? I played? After Yu Tianyou finished playing, he returned to the concert hall directly from the backstage, found Fu Tuo's position, sat beside him, patted him on the shoulder, and asked with Erlang's legs crossed.

"Very good." Fu Tune nodded: "There is a clear difference from other people's styles, your music is very soft, very sweet, and it feels very special." ”

"Tsk, huh? I particularly like this interpretation of Chopin, in my feeling, Chopin should be this particularly sweet feeling, no matter how cruel the world is, we must use music and smile to face it, this is Chopin, after experiencing the collapse of the country, being ignored, living on the streets, etc., Chopin can still play such beautiful music. ”

"So, face the world with sweetness and express yourself with softness."

Yu Tianyou's mouth was very open, and he seemed to be very happy.

He looked at no one around him, leaned his body towards Fu Tuo, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Except for the soft and sweet, you didn't hear anything else?" ”

Fu Tune was not surprised: "I heard it." ”

"Huh? What? ”

"Bitterness, there is a little bit of bitterness hidden behind it."

"Awesome! Yours ears are so good! Ha! Forehead ......"

Yu Tianyou just wanted to laugh, but because the previous player was playing, he could only pinch his thigh hard and keep grinning.

"I hope my feelings can impress those judges, no matter how good the feeling is, if you can't impress the judges, then it will be useless in the end."

Yu Tianyou patted Fu Diao's shoulder, turned to look at the stage again.

One after another, the contestants on the stage came to the stage, playing, bowing, and getting off the stage, without stopping.

Occasionally, a few players had a big problem playing, but it didn't affect the overall rhythm.

After listening to the full performance, Fu Tiao said goodbye to Yu Tianyou directly, bought some bread and other things on the side of the road to eat, and went directly to work in someone's bar.

To be precise, this kind of part-time job should be entertainment for Fu Diao.

It's like getting tired of doing homework every day, and going to play games.

Jazz is similar to a game for Fu Tune, and there is no difficulty.

No matter what type of jazz it is, he can just put it together and pop it up.

Even the melody that the guests hummed on the spot, he could arrange it as a whole according to the harmony in the melody.

At the same time, experiment with the feeling of Chopin that you heard it in the concert hall that day.

It's just that you may not be able to make money playing games, and Fu tunes can be used as jazz playing games, and you can earn hundreds of zlotys casually.

The competition lasted for more than ten days, and Fu Tune was also played for more than ten days, and the zloty in his hand had unconsciously reached the level of nearly 10,000.

And more and more people gather in this jazz bar every day, just to listen to Fu tunes.

Order a beer, give Fu a glass of wine, and then say what kind of feeling he wants in Polish English and Fu tune, just sit there and wait.

Relieve the daily pressure, scold the boss with friends a few times, and cooperate with just the right jazz, the whole person feels as cool as a rush.

And not yet sage time.

And more and more people give Fu Tune some wine, and Fu Tune's daily income is getting higher and higher, and near the end, Fu Tune's income is almost nearly a thousand zlotys a day!

It's just that the time has come to the last day.

The qualifiers were all over yesterday, and Fu Tiao packed all his luggage, put it in his bag, and prepared to leave.

Mr. Brotz had already driven his car to the door, looked at Fu Tiao, and nodded with a smile.

"Ready to go?"

"No...... And one last thing, right? ”

Fu Tiao also smiled and put his luggage in the back of the car.

He didn't have much luggage, just a large travel bag with sheet music and a change of clothes, and nothing else.

Fu Tiao got into the car, fastened his seat belt and said to Broz.

"There's one final performance yet."

"Your jazz concerts, huh?"

"Huh? Do you know? ”

"Of course I do! Your jazz music has spread all over Warsaw...... At the very least, the regulars in that bar are spread all over the place, and your last show tonight is even pre-pre-ordered! ”

Brodz smiled happily as he started the car and drove in the direction of Warsaw, driving as he went.

"It's not a ticket sale, but if you want to reserve a seat, you have to pay for the drink in advance, only then you can reserve a seat for tonight, you are already famous in the jazz bar here in Warsaw!"

"That's right." Fu Tuo shook his head gently, not expecting that he had become so popular.

You need to buy a ticket to go into the bar and listen to the music.

"Are you decided?"

"No, I don't really like the atmosphere of that bar, I like the bar near my house, the one that goes straight at the intersection and turns left for 60 meters, but I only found out when I heard a friend talk about it when I went to drink yesterday."

Brodz didn't pay any attention to Fu Tuo's thoughts, and asked casually.

"By the way, the results of the game are out?"

"Not yet, but there shouldn't be any problems in the qualifiers, I've listened to a lot of players, and there are a lot of them that are not as good as mine."

"Well, it's okay, but have you booked your accommodation for October?"

"Not yet, or ......"

Before Fu Tiao's words were finished, Brotz immediately said.

"You definitely can't live on my side, my side is too far away, you want to go to the competition, you don't have that much time for you to practice, so you definitely have to live in the city."

"But ......"

"It's okay, the qualifiers are enough, if you need it, I can help you find a house or a hotel in the city center, the price I can get here is definitely cheaper than what you set outside, and if you want a piano in the house, there is no problem."

Brotz turned his head and smiled at Fu Tuo, stretched out a hand and patted Fu Tuo's shoulder, and then squeezed it hard.

"Come on, I can count on you to win the championship and heat up my house!"

The car slowly stopped and stopped in front of the bar where Fu had played before.

Fu Tiao got up and got out of the car, and Brodz also got out of the car, dragged the luggage out and handed it to Fu Tiao, then leaned against the car door, took out an envelope from his pocket, looked at Fu Tiao and smiled.

"No, this is the money promised to you before, take it, it's good!"

Fu Tiao took the envelope and was silent for a long time, and finally slowly raised his head and said softly: "Dziękuję"

“Dziękuję？”

Brodz was stunned, then laughed out loud.

“Nie Ma za co！”