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"Dior, right? Come out, my mother is going to practice piano. She shouldn't be able to control you now. She is anxious..."

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

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

After the man made sure that the door was closed and no one would disturb Argerich, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief, nodded to Fu Diao, stretched out his hand and said.

"My name is Stephanie Argerich, after my mother's name."

"Tiao Fu." Fu Tiao also extended his hand.

"I know, Marta told me."

The two held hands and walked downstairs.

Stephanie didn't like to talk, so she just led Fu Diao to the door 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. Then...my mother said she likes you. Please do this.

Don’t take it to heart, she likes a lot of boys, even male pianists who have collaborated or even communicated with her, she likes them all.”

After saying that, she raised her hand and said something casually to Fu Diao.

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

She got a headache when she thought about this place, and put her hand down directly: "Forget it, there are too many, you can search online yourself."

After saying that, she bowed again, turned and left.

Fu Tiao looked at her leaving figure, his eyes did not waver much, but he looked at the busy traffic on the side and sighed.

I just had a lot of chat with Argerich, but until I finished talking, he actually didn't fully understand it.

That is...what does your own Chopin feel like?

But the rewarding thing is that he knows what he lacks in Chopin's music.

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

There is no Chopin in his music.

In this case, the next goal is to play the feeling of Chopin.

Fu Diao clenched his fist slightly, showing a hint of confidence, and took two steps along the road. The fist in his hand clenched lower and lower, and finally fell down.

You are right to say that! But how should you find your own Chopin feeling?

The original owner's memory actually didn't have much feeling about Chopin, more music scores, but in his own memory... there was no such thing as Chopin at all!

It's over now.

Fu Tiao stood there, took a deep breath, and couldn't help but squat down, his whole mood feeling a little depressed.

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

Ding!

The doorbell next to Fu Diao rang, and several people pushed the door open in laughter. A burst of noise and familiar music came from behind the door. Fu Diao turned around and found that he was squatting at the door of a bar at some point.

This is an old-fashioned bar with only a very small door. Inside are antique tables and chairs and a bar counter with countless beer pumps.

There is a small upright piano on the stage far away from the bar.

There were not many people in the bar, but it was the time to eat, so within the time that Fu Diao was paying attention, two or three groups of people walked in.

Fu Diao thought for a while, and there was nothing else to do for a while, so he pushed the door open and entered, and the noise in the bar instantly enveloped him.

A student who may be a music conservatory is sitting in the center of the stage playing. His hands are placed on the piano in an extremely standard manner, looking at the music score in front of him and playing casually. Beside him are double bass, saxophone and drums.

, twisting his body and randomly playing the piano chords.

Fu Tiao's entrance did not attract the attention of many people. Only some people looked at him slightly strangely, but did not take it to heart.

This is normal, everyone has their own things to do.

If Fu Tiao wasn't dressed too formally, he might not even look at it.

The bartender glanced at him and asked casually: "What would you like to drink?"

"Water." Fu Diao said, thought for a moment, and added: "Without breath."

"Tsk, you might as well drink Coke and go to the bar to drink water."

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

It’s the price of two cups of street coffee, but it’s normal. Who would buy water in a bar?

If Fu hadn't told him not to drink, he might have ordered a beer.

After all, water costs five times as much as in the supermarket, while beer only costs twice as much.

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

"Resident musician, ours is a very famous jazz bar in Warsaw. Although we usually invite some students and performers to come and play, we still occasionally have masters here."

The barman gave his body away, gestured to the photo behind him with his hand, wiped the wine glass and said with a smile: "No, Priestess, Marta Argerich."

Fu Diao looked at it and saw that it was Argerich in the photo, but that Argerich was still very young, with an extremely slender figure and big scumbag waves. He hugged the boss with a grin and smiled at him.

Lens Biye.

The other hand is still holding a wine glass.

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

If she was the same as she was back then, and she was the same as when we just chatted, and she relied on herself to say that she liked herself, no one could resist her, right?

Think about it, the most amazing female pianist in the world, who is very beautiful, leans next to you, bites your earlobe with her extremely smart eyes, and asks you in your ear if you want her to do it.

Play a rhapsody on her.

Tsk tsk.

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

"This was before she won the Chopin International Piano Competition. She seemed very nervous at that time, and she fell into a depression. She suddenly ran to our bar and said she wanted to practice piano, but she had no place to practice.

Already."

"Then our boss thought about it and let her play all night, drank a lot of our wine, took pictures and ran away without paying the bill. Unexpectedly, she won the first prize in the Chopin International Piano Competition after she disappeared.

One person."

"Tsk, tsk, even though we lost a little bit at the time, it still made our bar one of the most awesome jazz bars in Warsaw, so it's not considered a loss."

The bar shook his head, changed to other celebrities, and then explained the origin of those photos.

Fu Diao didn't listen particularly attentively. After taking out the money from his pocket and handing it over, he picked up the glass of mineral water and waved it to the group of people, watching their performance.

So free, so jazzy.

There is no pressure whatsoever.

Fu Diao listened there for a long time. People around him left one after another, and the students who had been playing there got up.

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

"You've been watching it for so long...do you want to try it?"
Chapter completed!