pianist from the sea

Chapter 225 Fu Tiao, Fu Tiao!
Fu Tiao stepped into the concert hall, and the applause became more and more enthusiastic. Under the applause, Fu Tiao walked to the center of the stage, bowed slightly to the crowd, and sat in front of the piano.

The surrounding sounds dissipated immediately, leaving only the last peace.

In this incomparable calm, Fu Tiao raised his hand, placed it on the piano keyboard, and pressed it down slowly.

There was no hint, but it seemed to be a matter of course, and the piano sounded so peacefully.

The melancholy of the music and that sense of beauty suddenly squeezed the concert hall, making everyone's breathing even involuntarily produce a little bit of urgency.

Different from the faint sadness used by Fu Tiao before, the previous one is to slowly stir your emotions, so that your heart is inadvertently affected by Fu Tiao, resulting in sadness and pain.

But now it's completely different.

Fu Tiao didn't need to touch everyone's emotions as gently as before. It might be because of his weak strength that Fu Tiao used that kind of soft sadness to smear the picture scroll, but now, he It is no longer needed.

He can easily mobilize everyone's emotions.

As long as the piece is a cheerful one, he can make everyone laugh, not knowingly.

As long as this work is a sad work, he can make everyone cry, instead of flashing sadness from his heart, only to feel pain after looking back.

As long as the work requires, he can almost perfectly manipulate the content of the work to be displayed.

If you want people to laugh, you can make them laugh; if you want people to cry, you can make them cry.

And this is the case with the present work.

Chopin's Op33-1, 2, 3, 4.
A set of Chopin Mazurkas which is very simple for him.

His fingers are delicate and gentle as if stroking the lover's skin, without any sudden outbursts, nor any over-cautious, unreal itching.

Just so softly.

Bring a completely different tone.

Sadness is still so sad, and the mood is not much different from the mood of the work itself.

But for some reason, this sadness seemed to be firmly imprinted in their hearts, and they were not given any rest.

The poignant beauty in this piece of music perfectly fits everyone's ideas about the work.

Now they no longer have the Chopin Mazurka played by others in their hearts, and their impression of Mazurka has been completely covered by Fu Tiao at this moment.

No matter what they think when they go back, at least for now, they will not compare and analyze the advantages and disadvantages of Fu Tiao's work compared with other works.

Because they only have Fu Tiao's music in their hearts, they have no way to think at all.

At this moment, the performance in Fu Tiao's hand is already the only sound in this concert hall.

As for becoming the only voice in the world, there may still be a long way to go, but to be able to reach such a state now is to have entered the beginning of the magic school and the magic show.

Maybe a few months, maybe a few years, Fu Tiao can play this piece, and even the mastery of this set of works.

Become one of the few representatives of this work in the world.

At that time, when everyone talks about this work, the first reaction to recommend to others is Fu Tiao.

It's like talking about Liszt's Piano Sonata in B minor, and I must recommend Zimmermann's version to everyone.

For example, when it comes to Beethoven's Passion Sonata, it is inevitable to recommend Lang Liangyue's version to everyone.

It may not be long before, when discussing Chopin's Mazurka, Chopin's Scherzo, and other Chopin works, in addition to recommending the Zimmerman version that everyone is getting tired of listening to, there may be more Recommend Fu Tiao to everyone.

This day, it won't take long.

This is not Fu Tiao's idea, but the audience below the stage, the person in charge behind the stage, and everyone who has heard Fu Tiao play.

This idea is not deviant, but quite normal.

Everyone can hear this, and hear Fu Tiao's strong playing level when he plays Chopin, and his interpretation of Chopin with his own feeling.

That one is like the interpretation of the sea.

You can hear the vastness of the sea from Fu Tiao's performance, and you can also hear the depth of the sea from his performance.

Everything blends into the gentleness of the sea.

This kind of feeling is something that only Fu Tiao can achieve, and only the music that can be heard from Fu Tiao.

"Really, it's so beautiful..."

The person in charge who was standing in the backstage of the concert hall let out a long sigh, turned his head to look at the people behind him, and said nothing.

He didn't want to continue to say anything anymore, as far as what Fu Tiao showed now, there was really nothing to say, and everyone could hear it.

Besides Fu Tiao, who else can perform such a work, such a version?
The person in charge racked his brains for a long time, but he couldn't come up with a specific person.

"I really don't know how the moral will phonograph is going to deal with Fu Tiao. It's been a long time since they met anyone who is suitable for training. No, maybe they have already trained and abolished a lot of top talents, as if they were cursed. Generally speaking, although resources are constantly poured into it, they just can’t cultivate that kind of phenomenal musicians, and now there’s another Fu Tiao, I really don’t know how the phonology of the will will be done.”

The person in charge raised his head and looked at the ceiling above his head, as if he could see the sky full of stars through the ceiling, beyond the church.

He didn't know what he was anxious about, but inexplicably, he was worried about Fu Tiao's future.

Fu Tiao's performance is really good, and his strength is really too strong.

To be honest, there were so many people playing at Cadogan Hall, especially the chamber pianists, there were very few he could really listen to.

And like it is even less.

Fu Tiao's feeling of the sea made him feel the familiarity imprinted in the DNA in his blood.

Chopin was a wanderer, even after he settled down in Paris, he was still a wanderer, wandering around the world without a fixed place.

England is also vagrant, they are just a small island, even though colonies once spread all over the world, their world is still on board.

Under Fu Diao's music, he also seems to be displaced, and this displacement perfectly hits the pain in his heart.

The combination of all, under Fu Tiao's performance, oppressed his heart layer by layer, and even made his breathing feel painful.

Even though it was painful, he still liked Fu Tiao's performance.

"It's really beautiful, it's really, really beautiful."

His eyes were gradually closed, and he didn't notice the tears streaming down from the corners of his eyes.

He obviously didn't think of anything, but somehow he just wanted to cry, and he always felt uncomfortable.

Why is this?

He doesn't know, but he doesn't want to break away from it, he enjoys this feeling, this feeling of crying.

Not only him, but also some people sitting in the concert hall at this moment, and some backstage staff also stood there in confusion, as if they could see Fu Tiao through the wall, staring at the wall , Weeping silently.

The sadness in the music seemed to be stronger, and Fu Tiao was playing with everyone's emotions recklessly, controlling everything in the concert hall.

Not far from the concert hall, Sir Simon greeted his friends with a smile, then turned and walked towards his home alone.

Recently, Christmas is getting closer and closer, and the lively atmosphere in the city is getting stronger and stronger. He also often gathers with his friends recently.

Even though he is now in his 60s and 70s and should be retired according to common sense, he is still keen on this kind of communication between friends, and he is very excited to play with them until nine o'clock in the evening.

Perhaps for young people at this time, the nightlife has not yet started, and they are still chatting after dinner.

But for an old man like him, this time is actually very late, and a little later, he might have gone to bed after ten o'clock.

Therefore, at around nine o'clock, even though his companion kept him for many times, he still walked towards home alone.

For some reason, as he walked, his direction changed.

He suddenly remembered that tonight seemed to be Fu Tiao's concert?

He knew Fu Diao, a young man. The two met when he was at the Royal Academy of Music a few days ago, and they talked for a long time. He seemed to be invited by Chinese people to give a lecture there.

To be honest, he still liked this young man quite a lot, especially when he brought someone to accompany Fu Tiao to play Chopin's First Piano Concerto, which he was not very familiar with, and he could feel Fu Tiao's personal charm .

Tonight is Fu Tiao's performance?

It's just after nine o'clock. According to the time when the concert starts at eight o'clock, Fu Tiao may have just started the second half, right?

He knew about the Cadogan Concert Hall, not just Cadogan, but in fact, there were not many people waiting at the entrance to check tickets at the concert hall in many places.

Although it might be a bit out of place, maybe it was because he drank some wine, or maybe it was because he was in a very good mood now, and he really wanted to go to Fu Tiao's concert in London.

I want to see Fu Tiao's performance.

He was very curious about how well Fu Diao could play.

Without any hesitation, he walked unsteadily in the direction of Cadogan Concert Hall according to the memory of London in his heart.

Cadogan Hall is still the same as in his mind, no different from before.

The old ticket seller at the door was also the same one more than ten years ago, and it seemed that the years had no ability to leave more traces on him.

The sound of the piano is transparent, even if there are several layers of isolation from the inner music hall to the lobby, and then to the outside of the entire concert hall, the sound of the piano can still penetrate all of these and reach him.

The piano sound is soft and bleak.

Even with so many layers of isolation, it was still directly engraved into his heart.

【Fu Tiao's performance... is really good】

Listening to Fu Tiao's performance, Sir Simon couldn't help but think so, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Even though he hasn't gone in yet, he has already heard a lot of details and made a rough position for Fu Tiao in his heart.

And at this moment, he has an idea in his mind about Fu Tiao, but this idea is not yet certain...

Looking at the door in front of him, he couldn't help thinking, and walked in.

The conductor, who was already a little sleepy and even wanted to take a nap, heard the footsteps, slightly raised his eyelids to look in front of him, and then opened his eyes suddenly. .

He looked at everything in front of him in disbelief, and looked at Sir Simon who was walking towards him with a puzzled face.

Sir Simon...how did he come here?

Sir Simon didn't have any thoughts, he just smiled and took off his hat to the conductor, bowed slightly, and said with a smile.

"good evening."

"Late, good evening..."

The conductor's tone was obviously confused, and he didn't know where to put his hands.

"Sy, Sir Simon, is there anything I can do for you?"

"Hmm...no need. I'm here to find Carl. Is Manager Carl here?"

Sir Simon touched his pocket, shook his head slightly, and asked the conductor with a smile.

He went into battle lightly today and didn't bring anything with him.

Also did not bring money.

Therefore, it seemed a little awkward when facing the conductor.

But fortunately, he quickly stabilized his inner emotions, and nonsense to the conductor without blushing.

He knew the person in charge of this place, so he planned to evade the ticket and go to the backstage to listen.

In addition, it is said that Fu Tiao's concert tickets have been sold out, and there must be no place to sit on the other side of the stage, so he is even more sure about the idea of ​​going backstage.

The conductor did not doubt him, and nodded vigorously.

"Yes, Sir Simon, Mr. Carl is backstage. The place where you enter the stage is still the same place as before, but you haven't been here for so long, do you need me to take you there?"

"No, it's not necessary, I can go by myself."

Sir Simon waved his hand, turned around and stepped out, walking towards the backstage of the concert hall according to the route he remembered.

Entering the concert hall, the emotion and aesthetic feeling of Fu Tiao's music performance has been reduced by a layer of occlusion, and it is obviously much more intense.

Sir Simon's pace was slower than before.

He looked at everything in front of him with a little surprise, listening to the sound of the piano around him, his steps couldn't help but slow down.

The feeling of this music...

The difference from the previous feeling is really too big.

This is still the feeling heard in the backstage channel, and it is completely different from what is heard on the stage.

According to his idea, this kind of music has only been heard by front-line or top pianists who communicate with the Berlin Philharmonic.

When did Fu Diao become a first-line or top pianist?
Sir Simon couldn't help but stop, tilted his head and thought for a long time, but still couldn't think of it.

The basis for him to think that Fu Tiao is very powerful is based on the communication between him and Fu Tiao in Berlin.

But I didn't expect Fu Diao to be so powerful.

The feeling I hear now is completely different from before.

It was as if Fu Tiao had already ascended from the spot.

If Fu Tiao were to play in the Chopin International Piano Competition now...

Leaving aside whether it is allowed or not, in Fu Tiao's current situation, it is obvious that he is already at the level of easy-to-handle for that kind of competition.

No one can compete with Fu Diao at all.

Fu Tiao fought with others, and even felt like an adult beating a baby.

After all, who would go around and participate in various competitions if they were really famous?
Isn't playing a game a chance to be famous?
Sir Simon shook his head, shaking his fluffy white hair very elegantly, and continued to walk towards the backstage of the concert hall.

One step, two steps.

The closer to the backstage, the stronger the beauty of Fu Tiao music.

The Chopin as the outline in the music is also extraordinarily precise.

The talent of Fu Tiao is perfectly locked in the outline of Chopin, so that the beauty in the music can be aged, aged, and further aged.

The density is getting stronger and stronger, making it even difficult to breathe.

Sir Simon's idea of ​​Fu Tiao became more and more profound, and he even made up his mind a little bit.

Even though many people may object, he must explain this matter to those people.

This may be the last gift he left to the Berlin Philharmonic and to Fu Tiao.

This journey is not long, it can even be said to be very short.

After going up and down several stairs, he finally stood backstage in the concert hall.

All the staff are here, and everyone is staring at the wall, looking at Fu Tiao on the other side of the wall, feeling the music of Fu Tiao.

No one noticed his coming.

It wasn't until he stood in front of the manager named Carl, that is, the person in charge, that Karl barely woke up from Fu Tiao's shock, raised his head to look at Sir Simon, his pupils widened involuntarily, and immediately got up.

However, because his mind was completely on Fu Tiao, his steps were not stable. He stood up too hard and fell back on the chair with a slap. He could only look helplessly at Sir Simon and grinned.

"Sorry, Sir Simon, I..."

"It's okay, I'm also here to listen to Fu Tiao."

Sir Simon reached out and patted him on the shoulder, sat next to him, and looked at the backstage door with him, which was not closed securely.

The door was filled with light, Fu Tiao's hands were flying on the piano keyboard, and he scattered the incomparably strong musical beauty to everyone in the concert hall wantonly.

"Fu Tiao's performance is really beautiful..." Carl said in a low voice. He didn't know who to tell, and he might even just say to himself: "I haven't seen this kind of beauty for a long time."

"Yes, I haven't seen this kind of beauty for a long time."

Sir Simon on the side looked at the stage with great approval, and said in a low voice.

Under his sight, Fu Tiao raised his hands violently and smashed them down.

boom!
The sound of the chord vibrated in the air, and everyone's hearts trembled with the resonance of the chord.

And at the moment when the lingering sound dissipated in the air, no matter whether it was in front of the stage or behind the stage, everyone stood up together, and the applause roared instantly.

Accompanied by applause, there are cheers, whistles, and never absent...

"Bravo!"

　After returning home at [-]:[-] or [-]:[-] yesterday afternoon, I got something to eat and went to bed. I thought I would sleep until [-] or [-] o’clock before writing, but I really fell asleep until [-] or [-] o’clock...

　　That group of young people was really too happy, a bit outrageous. After listening to the concert, they went to sing and play until six o'clock in the morning before returning to the hotel.

　　Then told me that they would come back at 2-3 o'clock in the evening, and I was half asleep and half awake waiting for them to send a message to open the door (only one room card)...

　　Alas, I'm really old, I can't stay up all night, I really envy those young people.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)