Fu Tiao returned. He returned to the dormitory early and did not continue to practice the piano.

Even if he continues to practice the piano now, his brain is in chaos and he can't practice at all.

He turned on his mobile phone and searched for Chopin's piano etudes Op10 and No5. He found many audio clips of performances by masters and ordinary performers, and just lay in bed and listened to them bit by bit.

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

If you are an ordinary performer, a performer who does not intend to move in the direction of a major major, these things are basically useless.

After all, even students in music conservatories, when they practice a composer, will not construct the shape of the entire composer and then think about it and perform it.

Normally, everyone plays a rough version based on their own feelings about the music.

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

After all, for many of them, the teacher’s understanding of performance is much better than theirs. If there are already ready-made ones, why do they need to create them themselves?

And they are not going to participate in that kind of competition for pure pianists.

For the vast majority of performers in China, the competitions they participate in are more regional competitions. These competitions require players to perform comprehensive works, and rarely require players to perform only one composition.

Home.

Occasionally, because this year is an integer anniversary or an integer birthday of a certain composer, such as Beethoven's 110th birthday, Mozart's 120th anniversary, etc., a Beethoven theme will be set for this year, and all performers must play a theme.

The first works of Beethoven.

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

This type of exercise actually doesn't have much effect on them.

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

Many of them actually do not have a general image of Chopin. After all, not all of them are ready to sprint towards the finals and become the last one in the Chopin International Piano Competition.

Only those who are ready to take a professional path and whose main performance is Chopin will truly create their own Chopin.

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

So, lying in bed, I kept listening to the music in my head and thinking about the full expression of music in those people.

Even a few roommates didn't notice when they came in.

Until the evening, he suddenly felt his thigh being pulled by someone. He turned around and saw Bu Liao standing beside his bed, speaking with a slight concern.

"What's wrong? You came back very early today. I went to the piano room and wandered around without seeing you. When I came back, I found you on the bed. You called me for a long time and didn't answer. It's been several hours.

, there’s no movement at all, what happened to you?”

"It's okay..." Fu Tiao stood up, shook his head, turned to look at the other people in the room, and found that there was only one person in the room, Bu.

"What about the rest?"

"Zhang Qiu went to get food. You don't know that in our school cafeteria, only braised vegetables are available. He ordered takeout. Yin Kai hasn't come back yet. He is preparing for the concert and has a string quartet.

People have gone to rehearse."

"That's it..."

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

He turned to look at Bu and suddenly asked.

"Oh, tell me, how do you feel about Chopin?"

"Chopin? Piano poet? It probably has a very romantic feeling. After all, many works are based on romance, such as those nocturnes." Bu Liao was confused and said hesitantly.

"It's romantic...forget it, it doesn't feel right."

Fu Diao shook his head. The music he heard was not only romantic, but also had many feelings that he couldn't explain.

This feeling gripped him, but he couldn't figure it out.

Therefore, Fu Diao thought about it and finally decided to get up and go out directly 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, Fu Tiao?" When he opened the door, Zhang Qiu went upstairs with the takeout. Looking at Fu Tiao, he couldn't help but pick up the takeout box in his hand and said with a smile: "I just ordered a barbecue.

Don't be in a hurry to go out. Let's eat something together? It's already past ten o'clock now. If you go out and wait until the door is locked, you won't be able to come back."

"Barbecue? You..."

"I just won. A piano competition I participated in before gave me my certificate and bonus. Although it wasn't much, it was at least a few hundred yuan. I just wanted to buy some barbecue and celebrate together.

Down!"

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

"No, don't stand, sit down and eat, otherwise it will get cold! Although this barbecue is not as delicious as the freshly grilled ones in the store, it still cost me more than a hundred yuan!"

Fu Diao thought for a while, sat back in the room, looked at the barbecue filled with benches, and suddenly said.

"Zhang Qiu."

"Huh? What's wrong?"

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

"How do I understand Chopin? He's probably someone like Li Diyun, right? I think Li Diyun and Chopin are really similar, especially the melancholy in their eyes, their persistence in art, and their romance.

"

Zhang Qiu played the skewers and said to Fu Tiao: "What's wrong? You are a person who participated in the Chopin International Piano Competition. You ask me, a person who has no chance to participate in the competition, what is Chopin? Are you going to give me lessons?

?Are you planning to show off?"

"No, I just..."

Fu Tiao was silent, thought for a while, smiled at the two of them, picked up a can of beer that he had just brought, and raised his glass to everyone.

"Forget it, don't discuss studying in the dormitory, don't worry about the piano, just go back and practice hard and that's it. Even if you fail, at least you tried hard!"

"Tsk, you loser is much better than us ordinary people. We are not even qualified to participate."

"Stop talking about this, let's drink and drink."

Fu Diao took a sip and couldn't help but frown. He didn't like the taste of alcohol. He always felt a little confused after drinking. His previous thoughts about music began to gradually stop. He couldn't help but shake his head and put the beer aside.

"Forget it, give me a glass of Coke instead. This drink... I feel like I still can't touch it."

"Tch, coward, No, Coke!"

"Thank you."

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

I couldn't touch wine in my previous life, and I won't be able to touch wine in this life either.

Sure enough, I am still myself, never changed.

The same is true for music, your own music will not change in any way.

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

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

Listen first and don't rush.

Everything is under control.

January 29, 2023, Sunday, sunny

I didn’t make a single comment on this day, but I took note of this grudge!
Chapter completed!