Chapter 100 Different ways, no mutual conspiracy (two in one, 10,000 words)

October 10th.

Warsaw, Poland, Warsaw Chopin Concert Hall.

Soon after waking up in the morning, Fu Diao and others were guided by the staff to a small conference room in the concert hall.

The people in the concert hall at this moment are exactly the group of people who are going to compete this morning.

There were five people including Fu Tiao. Except for the first four who were members of the first group on the first day, only Fu Tiao was a member of the second group on the first day.

It was obvious that the four of them were divided into several factions.

There were several foreign faces, no, to be precise, they were European faces. After all, Fu Tiao and the others were foreigners.

These players stood together and smiled and communicated with each other. Because they shared the same language, they communicated with each other more smoothly.

I just don’t know why, intentionally or unintentionally, they didn’t play with the Polish player.

Maybe it's because they are all Axis powers? Only Poland was blitzed?

The first Polish player to play is not among this group of people. If I am not mistaken, he is currently making final preparations in the piano room.

Zhao Chengzhen sat very quietly in the corner of the concert hall, resting his chin on his hand. He looked into the distance and didn't know what he was thinking. His whole person seemed a little empty.

Because his performance in the first round was extremely strong, and he could even be considered the most awesome among all the players, he was unwilling to talk to others. Others looked at him, a little hesitant, and did not dare.

Go over and chat with him.

Therefore, even if it is because of Zhao Chengzhen's unique willingness, from Fu Diao's perspective, it actually seems a bit like everyone has isolated him.

"Player Fu Diao, you can sit here wherever you want. Someone from the organizing committee will come over and inform you of some specific matters in a while."

"OK."

Fu Tiao nodded. After the staff member left the room, he hesitated for a moment, walked to Zhao Chengzhen's side, and sat down easily.

Zhao Chengzhen was obviously stunned when he felt someone coming next to him. He raised his head and glanced at Fu Diao, with a bit of confusion and confusion in his eyes.

Coupled with Zhao Chengzhen's particularly young face, this action makes him look a little shy and introverted?

He looked at Fu Diao sitting next to him, couldn't help but lower his head and think for a moment, then stood up tangledly, looked at Fu Diao and stretched out his hand.

"Um...hello?"

"Hello." Fu Tiao nodded, took Zhao Chengzhen's hand, touched it lightly and then took it back: "Fu Tiao."

"Zhao Chengzhen."

Both of them spoke English, but when they mentioned their names, they did not follow the English usage of first name and then surname, but first surname and then given name.

After all, we are all Asians, so there is no need to pay so much attention.

Zhao Chengzhen stood in front of Fu Diao. Even if she straightened her body, she didn't seem to be particularly tall, about 1.7 meters.

He is less than 20 years old now. Although he is still growing, he looks a little like a child for some reason, which makes people wonder how tall he will be when he stops growing when he is over 20 years old.

It looks a little bit toothy, which is in line with the Korean concept of a creamy niche.

After Zhao Chengzhen shook hands with Fu Diao, she thought for a while, then sat back down in her seat, looking at Fu Diao and nodding lightly.

"Well... I know you, I have listened to your performance. Although your performance is not the same as mine, and I don't like your performance very much, your performance is indeed very good. I feel that you are better than before.

Richie’s flavor is in it.”

"Thank you."

Fu Diao smiled, not expecting that Zhao Chengzhen would actually say that, let alone that Zhao Chengzhen would be the first to speak.

"I also listened to your performance, and I didn't like your performance very much. I think there is too little personal content in your music. You put all your attention on Chopin, and

You have ignored your own personal existence. I don’t know why you play like this, but your playing is also very good. It is undeniable that your Chopin is better than mine."

Originally it was just an ordinary business exchange, Fu Diao did not expect that after Zhao Chengzhen was silent for a long time, he suddenly said: "But why... is there anything wrong with Chopin's strong taste in Chopin's works? If Chopin's works have a strong flavor,

Chopin’s taste is not strong, so that’s the problem, right? The Chopin International Piano Competition is about Chopin, isn’t it?”

Fu Tiao was stunned.

Zhao Chengzhen lowered his head and continued.

"My understanding of Chopin actually starts from Chopin himself. First of all, I need to understand Chopin and start thinking from Chopin's past. If I were Chopin, then how should I play music? Everything I do is for

Can better present Chopin..."

"No, it's not just Chopin, I do this for all composers. I think the best way to present a work is to understand the composer and think about how the composer created this work.

What does this piece of work represent in the career of this composer? When he was writing, what kind of content did each of his music belong to express? These are what I want to know

of……"

"And I am constantly thinking about these contents and the ideas of these composers. For example, in Chopin's nocturne, P, piano, and pianissimo, why is it played pianissimo? Is it necessary to play pianissimo just because it is a nocturne?

This is definitely not the case. Nocturnes are just a theme, and the most important thing is to understand what Chopin wants to express in his music."

"It's still a nocturne. Let's go back to Fu Diao player's Chopin Nocturne Op37No1. Your opening position is pianissimo. Have you ever thought about why this place is pianissimo? What exactly does the pianissimo in this place want to express?

?”

Fu Diao pondered for a moment and nodded slowly: "Chopin was on a small island at that time. I personally think this p is more of a sigh."

"Then why can't it be candlelight?"

Zhao Chengzhen still lowered his head, biting his thumb and whispered.

"The candlelight flickered, reflecting Chopin's figure on the wall. Sighs one after another caused the emotions to gradually decline. Why can't you understand it this way?"

Fu Diao didn't know what to say for a while.

Chopin feels that his research is relatively superficial, and his research on many of them is not particularly profound.

Therefore, he was not sure whether what Zhao Chengzhen said was true.

Zhao Chengzhen ignored Fu Tiao and continued to chew his thumb in that place and meditate.

"If it were candlelight, Chopin might use a completely different sound pattern to interpret it, making the music itself even more peculiar. So if it were explained by candlelight, the music would appear slightly superficial.

We can still continue to think about it.”

"There are so many things to think about in Chopin's music. We are just performers. What we need is to dig out everything in Chopin, put it in front of everyone, and tell them that this is Chopin.

Interpret and interpret it in the most accurate way possible, rather than what you just did, Fu Tiao player."

Zhao Chengzhen suddenly raised his head, looked at Fu Tiao and said with great seriousness.

"Player Fu Diao, I don't like your music. As I said, your music has too much of your own elements in it. Your understanding of Chopin is too little. You can't even refute what I said.

I feel like the Chopin you played is just a piece of Chopin's skin. I don't like this kind of Chopin."

"You give me the feeling that you are even a little bit like the most famous pianist in China. What is his name...Lang Liangyue? Yes, it is Lang Liangyue, and his Chopin is the same as yours.

, in his Chopin, only his own personal things are purely included, and there are very few Chopin things."

"He plays many things correctly, makes sense, sounds good, and is good at everything, but what he plays is not Chopin! And here... is the Chopin International Piano Competition!"

"Player Fu Diao, this is the Chopin International Piano Competition. What is going to be played here is Chopin, not you. If it is just for yourself, you don't need to participate in any competition at all. You just need to have fun playing.

,Why did you participate in the Chopin International Piano Competition?"

Zhao Chengzhen asked extremely seriously.

That's exactly what he thought. He had no way of understanding why anyone would want to play the music only for himself.

When playing classical music, isn’t it required to be more like what the composer played?

Otherwise, why would there be so many pianists trying to find those old pianos to play the way they felt at that time?

Fu Diao looked at Zhao Chengzhen and suddenly understood why so many people around him were unwilling to talk to Zhao Chengzhen.

Zhao Chengzhen's words were a bit too straightforward, and he was completely immersed in the music. The only thing he thought about was music, and how he could perform the music more perfectly.

He pursues details and wants to show all the details in the music in front of everyone.

Therefore, he does not understand those players who do not respect the composer and only care about expressing themselves.

Just like the conflict between the judges of the Chopin International Piano Competition.

At this time, Fu Tiao began to gradually understand what those people were thinking.

This is actually a battle of beliefs.

In addition to the development of the Chopin International Piano Competition, what they are struggling with is whether they should express themselves or focus on the composer.

The second thing to becoming a composer is to be yourself.

For Asian contestants, becoming the second best composer seems to be a very good choice. For European judges, becoming oneself is the most important thing.

However, every judge has his own ideas, and not everyone has only one idea in their mind.

This is how the battle of faith in the Chopin International Piano Competition began.

Fu Diao looked at the extremely serious Zhao Chengzhen in front of him and couldn't help but sigh.

"Why...can't it be me?"
To be continued...