"But it's different now. It's not about playing now, it's about life now. As a pianist, my life and performance are very separate. Of course I won't imitate and play Chopin in normal times. After all, I am

I, Chopin, am Chopin, and 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 expression he looked at Fu Diao.

The meaning of what he said is actually very simple, that is, his goal is no longer just Chopin. No matter what achievements Chopin gets in the future, he will not let Chopin become everything to him.

He wants to become the authoritative interpretation of more composers, and ultimately return to himself from each composer.

This is his idea, simple but magnificent.

Fu Tiao did not comment, picked up a small spoon and slowly stirred it in his coffee.

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

Zhao Chengzhen raised her hand and drank the remaining large glass of iced Americano in one gulp, then turned around to get a latte, returned to Fu Diao with it, and asked Fu Diao casually.

"By the way...what are you going to do next? After the Chopin International Piano Competition."

"What are you doing?" Fu Diao didn't expect that Zhao Chengzhen would ask him this. He couldn't help but think for a moment, then put a piece of sausage into his mouth and said casually: "I don't know, I want to find a small bar to play the piano. I can play whatever I want.

Play, don’t care about anything, that’s best.”

"Playing piano in a small bar? Although it's not good to say that, no matter what bar you go to play piano in, that bar will eventually become a big bar, and it can't always be a small bar."

"It doesn't matter, then I'll find another one."

"It's probably the same for another company. After all, information transmission is very advanced now. It may not take a few days for everyone to know that a Chopin International Piano Competition finalist is staying there."

Zhao Chengzhen was a little speechless and didn't know what to say to Fu Tiao. Then he looked at the gray sky outside the house and spoke softly.

"Although I don't know if you are telling the truth, for me, my future plan should be the same as other seniors, and also like your Li Diyun from China. I will first continue to study with my teacher and open a few games.

If you earn some money from a concert, you can go back to your hometown and buy a piece of land or a house."

"Buy land and buy a house?" Fu Diao heard Zhao Chengzhen's words and immediately felt the desire to complain: "What you said is very Chinese."

"Ha, but what I think about buying land and buying a house should be different from what you think." Zhao Chengzhen seemed to be amused by her own statement, shook her head helplessly, spread her hands and said: "I want to build my own personal music studio.

Play three or four pianos, change them every day, and continue to practice and improve my skills until I become the best pianist in the world and make my debut again."

Speaking of this place, he suddenly paused, and then felt 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 make the money to buy the piano.

It’s such a perfect feeling to perform in your own music studio and record your own music, but unfortunately it’s still a bit difficult to achieve it.”

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

"Ha? I haven't even reached your level, Fudio. How can I be satisfied with my current level? I feel that I still need to continue learning from my teacher in Paris for a long time. Don't you think that the better you are at a skill?

The deeper you go, the more insignificant you feel?"

Zhao Chengzhen sighed, his eyes drifting to nowhere, 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 one of the familiar names was missing, Fu Diao suddenly asked curiously, "Where is Li Diyun?"

Zhao Chengzhen paused, and his expression suddenly became helpless: "Li Diyun...his Chopin is very unstable. When it is good, you can even say that he is better than Argerich. When it is bad, he is probably about the same as me. I just

I don’t expect myself to be able to reach Li Diyun’s level. After all, he and I are not on the same path, and I don’t like the kind of performance that depends on how I feel on the day.”

After saying that, Zhao Chengzhen drank the coffee in the cup again, put it on the plate and picked it up together, and smiled at Fu Diao.

"Okay, you eat slowly, I'm leaving first. I hope you can perform well in today's finals and communicate smoothly with the band. This is not an irony, but a true blessing."

"Well, I also wish you excellent performance."

"Thank you, if you sincerely wish me well." After Zhao Chengzhen put the plate back at the recycling point, she waved her hand to Fu Diao and walked slowly upstairs.

Fu Tiao, on the other hand, continued to eat small sausages there, waiting for the reporter to arrive.

Without waiting for a long time, Wang Kai led the photographer who had been carrying the camera to squeeze in from the crowd of people outside the hotel. At a glance, he saw Fu Tiao who was swallowing the last bite of the sausage in his mouth. His eyes couldn't help but light up, and he waved his hand.

He walked towards Fu Diao and said with a smile.

"Fu Tiao! Here, here! Here we are! This is the pre-match interview for the finals. The number of people watching this interview 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 need, just start. I'm ready."

"Everything about the final."

I am promoting this book, and I will be in Shenzhen on April 3rd. Is there anyone in Shenzhen who can recommend what to eat in Shenzhen? If it doesn’t work, you can just pick up the knife to urge me to update.
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