pianist from the sea

Chapter 182 The Royal Academy of Music in Brussels
Fu Tiao is currently attending the Brussels Conservatory of Music. The full name should actually be the Koninklijk Conservatorium Brussel. It is currently the most famous higher music academy in Belgium, none of which is top-notch.

The appearance of this conservatory is a bit similar to the conservatory that Fu Diao had often seen before, but it is still very different.

This conservatory feels more like a private courtyard in the downtown area. It is a concave-shaped building about tens of meters long, with some flower bouquets and plants in the middle, dotted with an ordinary garden. The fountain is surrounded by a circle of bushes outside, forming a small garden that is not beautiful, even delicate.

The buildings around the garden are the traditional buildings full of ancient European characteristics, the Royal Academy of Music in Brussels.

From the outside, you can't tell the difference between this Conservatory of Music and the ordinary buildings around it.

There were no flags, no markings, not even the ones hanging on the walls of the former Amsterdam Conservatory.

There is just a lonely billboard posted on the side of the gate, which says some of the works that will be performed next, and where the students in this school will go to perform.

It's very ordinary, very common, and I can't find any special features, but... the connotation is extremely deep.

Fu Tiao walked to the Royal Academy of Music in Brussels according to the navigation of the map, and there was already an old professor standing there waiting for him.

The man's figure was straight, which formed a very obvious contrast with the wrinkles on his face. If his face didn't look too old, if you looked at it from the back, you wouldn't be able to tell that he looked like an old man at all.

When the man saw Fu Tiao approaching from a distance, his tense and stiff face gradually relaxed, and he forced a smile on his face. He nodded slightly to Fu Tiao, and said with a smile.

"Bonjour [French, hello] Fu Dio, is this a Chinese saying? Am I right?"

"Yes, but Dior in the back can be shorter, it should be called Fu Tiao"

Fu Tiao walked up to the man, nodded at him with the same smile, took out his own document from his pocket, and handed it to him.

"This is a file given to me by Deutsche Grammophon. They asked me to give this file to you when I came to your music academy."

"Aha, Merci [French, thank you], but it's not necessary."

The man took the document, folded it without even looking at it, stuffed it into his pocket, and bulged his originally deflated pocket.

He patted the documents in his pocket, stretched out his hand to Fu Tiao, pointed to the music academy behind them, and said.

"Let's go inside first."

After finishing speaking, he walked towards the side door of the Conservatory of Music, and Fu Diao immediately followed.

The side door of the Royal Academy of Music in Brussels is just like its appearance. It is a very dilapidated wooden door. You can even see the paint falling off the wooden door and the uneven and jagged spikes. It is obvious that it has not been repaired for a long time. , has experienced the erosion of years.

That is to say, the wooden door is extremely large and heavy, with a width of more than ten centimeters from the side, so that it can withstand the erosion of the years, otherwise the wooden door would probably have been damaged long ago.

The wooden door outside the Conservatory of Music is not the only door. After this door is opened, you don’t even need to walk to see the second door standing in front of you.

This door is obviously much newer than the old one outside. It is also made of wood, but looking at the glass on this wooden door, it is obvious that it was made more than 20 years ago, just like Huaguo long ago. The kind of light yellow wooden door in the hospital.

This door is only a few centimeters wide, much lighter than the outer door.

Pushing open two doors, you still haven't entered the Brussels Conservatoire.

Pushing open this door, there is a corridor of about five or six meters, which is the security office, information office, registration office and other departments in charge of crowd management of the Conservatory of Music.

In Huaguo's words, this should be called the reception room.

After the professor greeted the staff in the glass of the reception room, he continued to walk inside with Fu Tiao.

And behind this passage is the third door, a sensor glass door that can be opened and closed automatically.

At the entrance of a school, there are three doors, one of which is younger than the other.

Seeing all this, Fu Tiao didn't know what to say, and always had an inexplicable illusion of stepping into time.

In fact, people may just have a very simple outer door that doesn't work well, and if you install another door, it doesn't work anymore, so install another door.

As for why there are three doors installed...we dare not say this, and we dare not ask, so let's be a maverick.

And when Fu Tiao entered the interior of this conservatory, he discovered that this conservatory was in sharp contrast with the classical appearance on the outside, and all the decorations inside were full of modern colors.

Even if many places are not brand-new, they are at least the color of white tiles that were commonly used more than ten years ago.

Only occasionally some places will retain the characteristics of hundreds of years ago.

History, past, and modernity blend together in this school, which always gives people a very strange illusion.

You don't know whether it is a specially designed building with such a fusion of styles, or if a certain place is broken, it will be patched directly, and it will be pasted layer by layer.

As the professor led Fu Tiao forward, he took out a card from his pocket and handed it to Fu Tiao.

"This is the access certificate. You can take this access certificate to practice in the concert hall or the piano room these days. Your concert is scheduled for Saturday night at [-] o'clock, so you can use all our pianos before that." room, but because you don’t have a reservation system, I wrote an extra note on your card, which has a professor’s piano room on it, and that professor is going out to give a concert recently, so you can use it as you like, after all..."

The professor looked at Fu Tiao and spread his hands a little helplessly: "You also know that in the student piano room, although there are a lot of pianos in those piano rooms, they are basically that kind of piano, as long as you can play it. Others don’t pursue much.”

"Okay, I know, more... merci!"

Fu Tiao nodded, originally wanted to say thank you, but after thinking about it, he used the customary way of saying it and changed it to merci.

“de rien [French, you’re welcome]”

After hearing this, the professor said casually, then turned around and continued to lead the way, leading Fu Tiao towards the concert hall.

Although Belgium declared independence in 1830, their languages ​​were not completely independent. The whole country was divided into two parts. The upper part spoke Dutch, while the second half spoke French. As for Brussels...

This thing is like Berlin, also divided into two parts.

Both Dutch and French are spoken here.

As a professor at the Brussels Academy of Music, the entire Brussels Academy of Music has close ties with the Paris Ecole Normale Supérieure and the Paris National Music School, so the main language on their side is French.

Even though their normal classes are taught in English, normally, if you want to study at the Brussels Conservatoire, you still have to know a little bit of French.

You are not required to know much, but at least you can communicate in a simple way.

The footsteps of the two resounded extremely heavily in the slightly empty corridor, and soon came to the concert hall.

As Deutsche Grammophon told Fu Tiao before, the concert hall of the Brussels Conservatory is one of the most beautiful concert halls in Brussels.

Compared with the Fine Arts Hall in Brussels, this concert hall is a little smaller, and it is even far better than the Fine Arts Hall in terms of decoration.

In the traditional European-style shoebox concert hall, the pale baroque decoration is full of all the details in the concert hall, which makes people feel extremely peaceful.

There are still some students in the concert hall who are rehearsing. The one standing at the front seems to be a composer who feels that his hair is about to fall out. He is flipping over there with a thick sheet of music, non-stop talking about something.

The others are obviously the direction of a small orchestra, with more than a dozen people in each part, playing some works that Fu Diao has never heard before on this small stage.

It seems that it was written by the person in the composition department.

After seeing the professor approaching Fu Tiao, those people couldn't help being stunned for a moment, then got up instantly, packed their luggage a little bit, nodded slightly to the professor, and walked out of the concert hall quickly with their musical score chairs. Leave the concert hall blank.

Seeing all this, the professor nodded with satisfaction, turned to Fu Tiao and said.

"Okay, the concert hall is empty, and the next four hours are your time. After four hours, we still have a group of students who need to make an appointment for this concert hall, that is, from eight to nine o'clock. After that, we will We are about to pack up and end today's event, and if you need to rehearse later, you can notify us one day in advance, and we will give you extra time for rehearsal outside of our performance time, is that okay?"

"can."

Fu Tiao nodded and walked to the stage.

There are some students on the side of the stage.

Some students looked at Fu Tiao with bright eyes, full of excitement. They never imagined that Fu Tiao would come to the concert hall of the Brussels Conservatory of Music.

According to the usual practice, these students can stand on the side of the concert hall, which is not a place where tickets are sold, and even listen in the background.

Although the timbre effect may not be particularly good, they feel excited to hear Fu Tiao's performance for free.

And there is another group of students who are unlocking the pulleys of the pianos, pushing those pianos to the center of the concert hall, and fixing them again.

The Brussels Academy of Music is not as good as the Chopin Concert Hall, nor is it like the Berlin Philharmonic and the Royal Concertgebouw in Amsterdam, where Fu tunes many pianos to choose from.

There are only two kinds of pianos here, one is Yamaha, the other is Steinway, there are only two kinds, but there are two of each kind.

It seems to be prepared for playing a concerto.

When Fu Diao walked to the piano, many people around had already gathered.

They were not particularly close to Fu Tiao, and no one sat on a chair in arrogance and waited for Fu Tiao to play. Instead, they just stood quietly at the side, watching Fu Tiao secretly, waiting for Fu Tiao's performance. play.

If anyone can see their WhatsApp chat group, they can see their chat group is almost blown up.

"Come to the concert hall, hurry up, there are big people in the concert hall today!"

"Who is it? Don't give a shit, tell me now!"

"Dior Fu! The winner of the Chopin International Piano Competition! He is at the Brussels Conservatory today!"

"WTF? Damn! I'm rehearsing in South City right now, I must be too late, can anyone take some pictures for me?"

"In the words of Hua Guo, we should call him Fu Tiao."

"The one in front of you is in Nancheng District? It's too late for Nancheng District to come back. I just went to the Paris Ecole Normale Supérieure with the school teacher, and I just arrived in Paris..."

"Paris? What do you do in Paris? Exchange? Who do you work with?"

"It's a concert. Someone from our side is going to the Paris Ecole Normale Concert. I really want to fly back to school now..."

"Does anyone know why the door to the back door of the concert hall is locked? I can't get in?"

"The back door is locked? Afraid... If you are not afraid of Professor Kurian De, you can enter through the main entrance, where the professor is preparing to listen to Fu Tiao's performance."

"Ahhh, does anyone know when Fu Tiao will play? I really want Fu Tiao's signature! I wonder if Fu Tiao will have a chance to come to KCB (the abbreviation of the Royal Conservatoire of Brussels) in the future."

"I just went to the next city to do odd jobs, forget it, I will ask for leave today, and come to listen to Fu Tiao's practice now! Fu!"

"..."

It was relatively plain at first, and basically just shared who and who the piano room was empty, who dropped something, and who was going to have a concert. The group suddenly became lively, and everyone was discussing there.

From the onlookers at the beginning, to the joining of the piano department, and then to the joining of other departments, although no one can be seen on the seats in the concert hall, countless people have been packed around the concert hall .

Not just ordinary students, but some of the professors also heard the news that Fu Tiao came to give a concert and was rehearsing. Watch Fu Tiao's rehearsal.

The professor named Kuriande, who was transferred with Fu before, his expression changed from serious at the beginning to gradually soft, finally he sighed, waved his hand, and looked at the professor who was hiding aside. students said.

"Forget it, sit down and listen, don't worry about Wu, I'm leaving first."

After all, ignoring the slightly surprised expressions of the students around him, he turned and left without any hesitation.

Now these people seem a little too nervous, a group of people crowded in the corridor of the concert hall don't know what they think.

After confirming that Kuriande had left, the eyes of all the students and some teachers and professors couldn't help but brighten up, and they immediately found a nearby place to do it.

The originally empty concert hall was like a van opened in India. A large number of people jumped out of the void and filled the entire front row of the concert hall. At a glance, there were at least four hundred people.

It's not that there are few people listening, but that there are only so many people in this school, and almost all the people who are still in the school have come to listen to Fu Tiao's performance.

It's not just the students, there are even some teachers who skipped class after seeing the news, and just sneaked over with the students to see Fu Tiao.

Fu Tiao, who was sitting on the stage preparing to try the piano, looked at the situation and couldn't help feeling a little helpless, and sighed.

"You guys are whores..."

"We can give money!"

Immediately, a student shouted loudly from the stage, with anticipation in his eyes: "As much as you want!"

Other students and teachers also booed: "Yes! We can pay!"

"This……"

Fu Tiao looked at the people who were booing, and couldn't help but feel a little bit more headache, and waved his hands more helplessly.

"Forget it, you don't need the money, just don't make a sound, this is a practice and not a formal performance, so I trouble everyone, please refer to the official performance..."

After all, he thought for a while and added.

"Also, since it's a rehearsal, please don't make audio or video recordings."

"Okay, okay! We all understand! Absolutely no audio or video recording!"

The crowd cheered again, and said to Fu Tiao.

Hearing the excitement of this group of people, Fu Tiao couldn't say anything more, so he could only leave the group of people off the stage aside, and started walking towards the work he was waiting to record at the Brussels Conservatory.

Everyone was extremely quiet at the beginning, but as Fu Tiao continued to perform some revisions to some details, everyone began to show emotions such as confusion, shock, fear, and self-doubt.

Fu Tiao didn't notice all this, he just practiced the piano seriously and played his own music.

It wasn't until four hours later that the next group of rehearsals was ready to use the stage.

They came to the concert hall happily chatting, opened the door and were about to say something, but found that the people around them looked at them with extremely angry eyes, and couldn't help but be too scared to speak.

However, just as they were trembling and about to leave, Fu Diao suspended the practice and returned the stage to them.

This will be the case for the next few days.

……

Time soon came to the day when Fu Tiao was playing. The Brussels Central Railway Station, which had a very large flow of people, seemed to become more crowded at this moment. Many people from other cities were heading in the same direction.

Wu Hong's teacher Andre, and his friend Luca also came to this trendy and traditional city.

Andre looked at the sun with no temperature above his head, spit slightly, shook his head helplessly, and patted the drowsy Luca, feeling out of breath.

"Luka, wake up, we're in Brussels."

"what?"

Luka's drowsy head in the car gradually woke up, and then he looked serious, and cursed at Andre: "It's already in Brussels, why are you still hesitating? Take a taxi to KCB? Don't you take a taxi and wait for me? "

(End of this chapter)