October 18, 2015, Warsaw, Poland, Central District.

Fu Diao lay on the big bed of the Chopin Hotel, looking at the clean, bright and tidy ceiling above his head, with a trace of dazed eyes.

The time finally came to the finals day, looking at the alarm clock that kept ringing around him, Fu Diao lay on the bed for a long time, and he couldn't hold on anymore, so he got up and got out of bed to turn it off.

From the first time I woke up in the far Veranów district to the central area, it was only half a year apart, but it seemed that I had experienced a lot of things.

From an ordinary nobody who entered the Chopin Competition, to the top ten players in the final finals of the Chopin International Piano Competition, and even the top three players, everything seems to be a little dreamy.

Fu Tuo shook his head, lay back on the soft big bed in a daze, and turned his head to look out the window.

Warsaw was still the same gloomy appearance, and even though it was eight o'clock in the morning, everything Fu Tiao saw was still gray, as if it had not yet dawned.

Fu Tiao, for some reason, suddenly remembered that Mr. Brotz had been cursing the government in Warsaw with him before, and he couldn't help but laugh lightly and shook his head helplessly.

Even on the day of the finals, the weather didn't get any better, and the previous sunshine seemed to be an illusion.

This feeling made his originally slightly excited mood much calmer.

He hadn't waited long in bed when there was a knock at the door, and a man's voice came from outside the room.

"Fu! Are you there? Are you out of bed? Tutor? ”

"It's coming! Wait a minute, I'll come out. ”

Fu Tiao got up and answered, put his clothes on himself casually, walked to the door and opened the door, the door was a young man who looked like a waiter, he picked up the clipboard in his hand and said to Fu Tiao, who had just opened the door.

"Fu, this is today's itinerary, take a look."

After that, when Fu Tiao took the clipboard in his hand, he said directly: "That's the Fu Fu, your game time today is 6:40 in the evening, this is the estimated time, and the people who will play today are still four, Zhao Chengzhen, you, Aljoa Jurini, and Aimi kobayashi (Kobayashi Aishi)."

Because of the importance of the finals, there will be a separate interview during the day today, and then there's the press conference, which is the type of go-or-go, but the interview has to go because we need to show a personal video between the contestants before the competition, probably during the time when the band players are resting and tidying up the piano.

Other than that, there is nothing else, in order to ensure your safety, it is best to do it in this hotel if you can, and when the time is almost up, we will go to the concert hall, and try not to go to the concert hall alone, because it is ......"

The waiter's expression was helpless, and he glanced at the window behind Fu Diao.

Fu Tiao, as if he felt something, turned around and walked towards the huge floor-to-ceiling windows of the hotel, and before he reached the window, he had already seen a dense crowd of people nearby.

A wide variety of Chopin ornaments, a wide variety of cultural shirts, and a variety of musical instruments.

The crowd seems to celebrate it as a five-year festival, especially for those who come from out of town to watch the game.

Some instruments are solo performances, but there are also many instruments that can be played solo so that other music can be blended together and become an ensemble of multiple people.

The atmosphere of the music is very strong, just because today is the first day of the Chopin International Piano Competition.

The waiter of the hotel didn't know when he had already walked behind Fu Diao, looking at the people who were reveling below, with a helpless expression.

"Because it's a bit too chaotic outside, and Fu is the one who is going to participate in the competition today, so for your safety, it's better to wait until today's performance is over to participate in this carnival instead of ...... today."

Fu Tiao looked at the group of people downstairs, and couldn't help but rub his wrists, with an expression of approval.

As the waiter on the side said, it is indeed not easy to go out today, and it is better to rest in the house and wait for the game to start.

Fu Tiao nodded and said to the waiter: "Okay, I know, by the way, where is the interview going on?" ”

"Wait a minute, the reporter who interviewed you before came directly to the hotel for an interview, you don't have to worry, as for the press conference of the final of the Chopin International Piano Competition, you can also see it on TV, do you have any other questions?"

"It's gone."

"Okay, if you have any other questions, you can come to me directly, press and hold 1 on the phone in the house, and I can receive a message, I need to notify the other players now, if you need to buy something, I can also help."

With that, the waiter bowed slightly to Fu Tiao, and then immediately turned to leave.

Fu Tiao looked at the timetable in his hand, glanced at it roughly, and then threw it near the bedside table at random.

The above time is just as the waiter said, more than ten o'clock in the morning is the opening ceremony of the Chopin International Piano Competition, several people in charge of the speech, they do not have to go, after all, the past is also a penalty station, will not let them speak alone.

Then, at about eleven o'clock, the Chopin International Piano Competition was announced.

Then there are some small activities held by the organizing committee, some performances and the like, and finally at six o'clock, the competition starts.

Fu Tiao sat in the room, turned on the TV and casually flipped through the contents, and soon found that even if he could see the grand occasion of the press conference, it was difficult to understand in the end.

Because of the Polish language that appeared above, the Polish words that Fu Tiao remembers most clearly are the words nie ma za co, Cze, Dzikuj, Do widzenia, hello, thank you, good morning, these are the simplest.

After listening for a while, he gave up completely, stopped paying attention to the radio, and got up and went downstairs, and made a buffet breakfast as before.

And when he went downstairs, there were already many people sitting downstairs, and almost all the finalists of the Chopin International Piano Competition had arrived.

Except for Nehring.

If he didn't guess wrong, he was probably dragged out by the Chopin government to be a mascot again.

After all, Chopin is the top Polish artist, but there are only a few Polish players left.

It's like China holding a blind Ah Bing Hua Yanjun Erhu Competition, but in the end, only one Chinese player in China can enter the finals, and the other players who enter the finals are either from Europe and the United States, or from Asia, Africa and Latin America.

This is no longer a question of shame or disgrace, this is already a question of national dignity, and of course Nehring will be treated like a treasure by the Polish government, even if they know that it is difficult for Nehring to win a prize at the Chopin International Piano Competition, especially when there are currently three or four top players in the field.

Nehring seems to know this, but he did not have any resistance or hesitation, and directly followed the government honestly to brush his face and maintain the face of the Chopin International Piano Competition.

Seeing Fu Diao coming down from upstairs, Zhao Chengzhen nodded slightly at Fu Diao, picked up a cup of hot coffee in a ceramic cup with his hand, and smiled, as if to say that this is Polish coffee.

Eric Lu, Kate Liu, and Tony Yang (Yang Yike) sat together, chatting with casual expressions, and didn't seem to be wary of each other, but they always felt that the atmosphere between them was not right.

After all, it has reached the finals, and there is no room for any hands at this time, and everyone present is their opponent, without any exceptions.

It's good enough to be able to talk, so don't talk about anything else.

Ai Kobayashi is actually a lonely person, she is alone with a large plate of lettuce salad without salad dressing, honestly hiding in a corner like a hamster, slowly stuffing the salad into her mouth, her eyes drifting everywhere, as if she is a little afraid of life.

Aljoa Jurini, Hamelin, Georgijs Osokins, and Dmitry Shishkin sat on the other side, chatting casually.

Even if the relationship between them is relatively average, but in the face of so many Asians, they always feel like foreign players, and it seems difficult to talk to these Asians, at most they can talk to Kate Liu, Eric Lu and Tony Young, after all, these three seem to have grown up abroad.

But seeing the way the three of them had been sitting together and chatting, the four of Hamelin finally gave up and sat honestly on the other side.

Everyone saw Fu Diao, who had just come out of the elevator, nodded amicably and said hello at the same time.

Fu Diao glanced at the time, it was now more than nine o'clock in the morning, so he took a plate from the side, and then casually got a little scrambled eggs, boiled sausages, stewed eggplants, hash browns and other foods that can quickly replenish energy and put them on the plate, and then sandwiched a little salmon, made a cup of coffee, and sat in front of Zhao Chengzhen.

Zhao Chengzhen raised his head and glanced at Fu Diao, and then at the full food on Fu Diao's plate, couldn't help but smile, and said to Fu Diao.

"You have a good appetite."

"You have to eat a good breakfast, otherwise you won't have the strength to play the piano at night." Fu Tiao said casually.

At this moment, Zhao Chengzhen no longer has the feeling of competing against each other before, after all, the last round is a concerto performance, which is not particularly good at Fu Tune and for him.

No, it could even be said that it is not particularly good for all the players.

After all, the concerto does not rely on oneself to raise the level of the whole work to the extreme, but needs to rely on the ensemble of the orchestra to express the perfect work.

The older you get and the more you work with the orchestra, the better the concerto you can play.

Zhao Chengzhen didn't believe that Fu Tuo was about the same age as him, and he could have more than ten years of concerto performance experience than him.

Therefore, Zhao Chengzhen behaved very peacefully, and was even willing to talk to Fu Tiao, a player who had played three rounds with him.

Fu Tiao glanced at Zhao Chengzhen, picked up the fork on the side and inserted it into the small sausage in front of him, and the juice in the sausage burst instantly.

He put the sausage in his mouth, and the rich aroma of the meat and the soup like a thick soup blended in his mouth.

This feeling made Fu Tiao a little surprised, he didn't expect that the small sausage he had just made tasted so good.

He looked at Zhao Chengzhen, who was looking at him, picked up the coffee that was put aside and raised it slightly to Zhao Chengzhen, and then took a sip.

The bitterness of the coffee immediately eliminated the oiliness of the small sausage just now, and made his mouth extremely refreshing.

Fu Tiao couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief, looked at Zhao Chengzhen, who was sipping coffee in the cup, and smiled.

"This time you're supposed to have a Polish cup of coffee?"

"Nope." Zhao Chengzhen also smiled, shook the coffee in his hand, and said casually: "I'm still iced American." ”

"Didn't you keep saying you were going to be Chopin? Iced coffee isn't enough for Chopin, that's not what you said about coffee when you were in the prep room. ”

"It was then, we were all ready to play Chopin, of course I would say."

Zhao Chengzhen poured half a cup of coffee in the cup, and breathed a long sigh of relief with a satisfied expression.

"But it's different now, it's not playing now, it's life now, as a pianist, my life and performance are very separate, of course I won't imitate and play Chopin in ordinary times, after all, I am me, Chopin is Chopin, I will interpret Chopin in Chopin's way, but I will never be able to completely transform myself into Chopin."

He said it very easily, and the same was true when he looked at Fu Diao's expression.

The meaning of this is actually very simple, that is, his goal is no longer just Chopin, no matter what kind of results Chopin gets after him, he will not let Chopin become his all.

He wanted to become an authoritative interpretation of more composers, from each composer and ultimately back to himself.

This is his idea, simple but grandiose.

Fu Tiao was noncommittal, picked up a small spoon and stirred slowly in his coffee.

His thoughts have not changed, the most important thing in music is himself, and then the composer himself.

Zhao Chengzhen raised his hand and drank the remaining large glass of iced American in the cup, turned around to get a latte, returned to Fu Diao, and asked Fu Diao casually.

"Anyway...... What do you plan to do after that? After the Chopin International Piano Competition. ”

"Do what?" Fu Tiao didn't expect Zhao Chengzhen to ask him this, so he couldn't help but think about it a little, put a piece of sausage in his mouth, and said casually: "I don't know, I want to find a small bar to play the piano, play casually, and don't care about anything, this is the best." ”

"Going to a small bar to play the piano? It's not a good thing to say, no matter what bar you go to play the piano, that bar will eventually become a big bar, and it can't always be a small bar. ”

"It doesn't matter, then I'll change it."

"It's probably the same for another company, after all, the news is very developed now, and it may not be a few days before everyone knows that a finalist of the Chopin International Piano Competition is on their side."

Zhao Chengzhen was a little speechless, not knowing what to say about Fu Diao, and then looked at the gray sky outside the house, and said softly.

"Although I don't know if you are telling the truth, but for me, my future plan should be the same as other predecessors, and like your Li Diyun in Huaguo, I will first go to continue studying with my teacher, hold a few concerts to earn some money, and go back to my hometown to buy a piece of land, or a house."

"Buying land and buying a house?" When Fu Tiao heard Zhao Chengzhen's words, he immediately had the desire to complain: "Your statement is very Chinese." ”

"Ha, but what I want to buy a house for a house should be different from what you think." Zhao Chengzhen also seemed to be amused by his own statement, shook his head helplessly, and spread his hands: "I want to build my own personal music studio, in which three or four pianos are placed, and I will continue to practice and improve my skills until I become the world's top pianist and then make my debut." ”

Speaking of this place, he suddenly paused, and then a little helpless: "But there should be a few concerts in the middle, after all, if I don't hold concerts, I feel that I may not even be able to make money to buy a piano, playing in a music studio that belongs to you, recording your own music, this feeling is really perfect, but unfortunately if you really want to achieve it, it is still a little difficult." ”

Listening to Zhao Chengzhen's dream, Fu Tiao couldn't help pursing his lips, and suddenly asked, "By the way, do you think your level is not enough?" ”

"Huh? I haven't even reached the level of Fu Dio, how can I be satisfied with my current level, I feel that I still need to continue to learn with my teacher in Paris for a long time, don't you feel that the more you go into a skill, the more you feel small? ”

Zhao Chengzhen sighed, his eyes didn't know where to drift, full of yearning and expectation: "I don't know when I will be able to reach Argerich's performance level, or Lang Liangyue's performance level." ”

Hearing that the familiar name was one less, Fu Diao suddenly said curiously. "What about Li Diyun?"

Zhao Chengzhen paused, and his expression suddenly became helpless: "Li Diyun...... His Chopin is very unstable, you can even say that he is better than Argerich when he is good, and he is probably about the same as me when he is bad, I don't expect myself to reach the level of Li Diyun, after all, I am not the same person as him, and I don't like the kind of performance that feels like watching the day. ”

After that, Zhao Chengzhen dried the coffee in the cup again, picked it up on the plate together, and smiled at Fu Xuan.

"Okay, you eat slowly, I'll go first, I hope you can perform well in today's finals and communicate well with the band, this is not a backword, but a real blessing."

"Well, I wish you well as well."

"Thank you, if you really bless me." After Zhao Chengzhen put the plate back at the recycling point, he waved his hand at Fu Diao and walked slowly upstairs.

And Fu Diao continued to eat small sausages over there, waiting for the arrival of reporters.

didn't wait for a long time, Wang Kai led the photographer who had been carrying the camera to squeeze in from the crowd outside the hotel, and at a glance saw Fu Tuo who was swallowing the last bite of small sausage in his mouth, his eyes couldn't help but light up, and he waved his hand and walked towards Fu Tuo, and said with a smile.

"Fu tune! Here and here! Here we go! This is a pre-match interview for the finals, and the number of viewers this time is several times that of the previous one! Do you want to prepare? ”

Fu Diao wiped his mouth, looked at the camera in front of him, glanced at Wang Kai again, and shook his head slightly.

"No, let's get started, I'm ready."

"Everything about the finals."

Push this book, and then I'm in Shenzhen on the 4.3rd, is there a big guy in Shenzhen who recommends what to eat in Shenzhen? It's really not okay to lift a knife to urge more

(End of chapter)