Fu transferred back, and he returned to the dormitory early and did not continue to practice.

Even if he continues to practice now, his brain is messed up, and there is no way to practice.

He turned on his phone, searched for Chopin's piano etudes Op10 and No5, found the audio of many masters and ordinary players playing, and listened to it little by little while lying on the bed.

What He Shen said to him just now is just a method of practice.

If it's an ordinary player, a player who doesn't plan to move in the direction of the whole big major, these things are basically useless.

After all, even if you are a student in a conservatory, when you train a composer, you don't build the shape of the whole composer and then think about it.

Under normal circumstances, everyone plays a rough idea according to their own feelings about music.

After the rough draft is completed, I will follow the teacher's steps to carve these works as needed and perform them according to the teacher's ideas.

After all, for many of them, the teacher's performance understanding is much better than theirs, and there are ready-made ones, so why do they need to create their own?

And they're not going to compete in the kind of competition that is just a pianist.

For the vast majority of performers in China, the competitions they participate in are more regional competitions, which require the contestants to perform some comprehensive works, and rarely require the contestants to play only one composer.

Occasionally, because this year is a whole year for a certain composer, or a whole number of birthdays, such as Beethoven's 110th birthday, Mozart's 120th birthday, etc., a Beethoven theme is set this year, and all the players must play a Beethoven piece.

Even so, no one will choose to make this year's competition a single event.

This type of exercise doesn't really do much for them.

And not just for these ordinary players, but even for those who participate in the Chopin International Piano Competition.

Many of them don't actually have a rough image of Chopin, after all, not all of them are ready to sprint towards the final and become the last place in the Chopin International Piano Competition.

Only those who are ready to take a career path, and whose main performance is Chopin, will really make a copy of Chopin in the true sense.

Fu Tune didn't know why, he just wanted to keep going deeper, wanting to see what the limits of classical music were.

So, lying in bed, listening to the music in your head, thinking about the full expression of the music in those people.

Even a few roommates came in and didn't notice it.

Until the evening, he suddenly felt that his thigh was being pulled by someone, and when he turned his head to look, he saw Bu Liao standing beside his bed, and said with a little concern.

"What's wrong? You came back early today, I went to the piano room to hang around and didn't seem to see you, as soon as I came back, I found you in bed, called you for a long time and didn't pay attention, it's been several hours, there is no movement at all, is something wrong with you? ”

"It's okay......" Fu got up, shook his head, turned his head to look at the others in the room, and found that there was only one person in the room.

"What about the others?"

"Zhang Qiu went to get food, you don't know about our school cafeteria, only braised vegetables can be eaten, he ordered takeout, Yin Kai hasn't come back yet, he is preparing for the concert, and pulled a string quartet to rehearse."

"That's ......"

Fu got up and got out of bed, took off the headphones, and lay on the chair a little dazed.

He turned his head to look at Bu and suddenly asked.

"Anyway, what kind of feelings does you have for Chopin?"

"Chopin? Piano poet? It's probably a very romantic feeling, after all, many works are based on romance, such as those nocturnes. Puzzled, hesitated.

"Romantic...... Forget it, it doesn't feel right. ”

Fu Tune shook his head, the music he heard was not just romantic, there were many feelings he couldn't understand.

This feeling is very gripping for him, but there is no way to figure it out.

Therefore, Fu Tiao thought about it, and finally decided to get up and go out directly, go to the piano room to have a look, he had been listening to it all day, and he needed more practice to stimulate himself.

"Huh? What are you doing with Fu Tune? When he pushed open the door, Zhang Qiu went upstairs with the takeaway, looked at Fu Diao and couldn't help but carry the takeaway box in his hand, and said with a smile: "I just ordered a barbecue, don't go out in a hurry, eat a little together?" It's past ten o'clock now, and it's hard to come back if you go out and wait for the door to be locked. ”

"Barbecue? You ......"

"I just won, I went to a piano competition before, and I sent the certificate and prize money for my participation, although it is not much, but at least there are a few hundred yuan, I just want to buy some barbecue, everyone celebrates together!"

Zhang Qiu squeezed in from the door, put the barbecue on his chair, and dragged out a few small benches used in military training from the corner, and threw them aside to sit down.

"No, don't stand still, sit down and eat, if you don't eat again, it'll be cold! Although this barbecue is not as delicious as the freshly grilled in the store, it cost me more than 100 yuan! ”

Fu Tiao thought about it, sat back in the house, and looked at the barbecue that was full of stools, and he suddenly spoke.

"Zhang Qiu."

"Huh? What's wrong? ”

"If you were asked to understand Chopin, how would you understand Chopin?"

"How do I understand Chopin? Probably Li Diyun's kind of person, right? One thing to say, I feel that Li Diyun and Chopin are really quite similar, especially the melancholy in the eyes of the two people, as well as the dedication to art and romance. ”

Zhang Qiu said to Fu while skewering: "What's wrong, you are a person who participated in the Chopin International Piano Competition, and you asked me a person who did not have the opportunity to participate in the competition, what is Chopin?" Are you going to give me a lesson? Or are you going to pretend to be a force? ”

"No, I'm just ......"

Fu Tiao was silent, thought about it, smiled at the two, picked up a can of beer he had just brought over, and raised his glass to everyone.

"Forget it, don't discuss learning in the dormitory, don't worry about piano things, go back and practice well, even if you fail, at least you have worked hard!"

"Tsk, your failure is much worse than us ordinary people, we don't even qualify for the competition."

"Don't talk about that, drink and drink."

Fu Tiao took a sip and couldn't help frowning, he didn't like the taste of alcohol, he always felt that his brain was a little confused after drinking, and his thoughts about music before began to gradually interrupt, he couldn't help but shake his head and put the beer aside.

"Forget it, let's get me another Coke, this wine...... I feel like I still can't touch it. ”

"Cut, coward, no, coke!"

"Thank you."

Fu Tiao took a sip of Coke and leaned his body against the railing of the bed.

I couldn't touch wine in my previous life, and I can't touch wine in this life.

Sure enough, I am still myself, and I have never changed.

The same goes for music, there will be no change in your own music.

Find the constant in the change and build your own Chopin.

Fu Tiao looked at the noisy crowd in front of him, suddenly smiled, picked up the headphones, and continued to listen to the other people's playing.

Listen first, don't rush.

Everything is under control.