pianist from the sea

Chapter 227 The Loneliness and Eagerness of Christmas Eve

With the end of Fu Tiao's first encore, during the second encore, Fu Tiao played "Hedwig Variations" for everyone, causing carnival in the concert hall.

This piece of work was found by him on the Internet in the past few days.

I didn't specifically check which piece this work is, but to check why so many people hit the pillars of the platform with their suitcases at King's Cross Station.

It didn't take a long time to check, but after a while, I saw the reason why they bumped into the pillar, and the origin of the distance from platform nine and three-quarters.

Similarly, he also heard this "Hedwig Variations".

Compared with those who play jazz in other places, playing this "Hedwig Variations" for people in England is obviously more in line with the preferences of audiences in England.

In particular, Fu Tiao slightly adapted it to make the overall music look more classical, while adding some jazz chords in it, so that even older people can enjoy the charm of this work.

And when this piece of work is over, Yingjili's performance will be completely over.

The applause continued for a long time, and even after Fu Tiao made it clear that the concert was over, there were still people applauding there.

Not to encore Fu Tiao, just to thank Fu Tiao for playing tonight and give them a perfect night.

Fu Tiao could only chat with the person in charge of the concert hall backstage. After about 10 minutes, the audience stopped applauding and turned to leave.

Seeing all this, the person in charge breathed a sigh of relief, stretched out his hand to Fu Tiao and said with a smile.

"Fu, perfect performance, congratulations on making us all have a perfect evening, I enjoyed it, no, not just me, but everyone in this concert hall, and Cadogan, the church, enjoyed it very much Your music, so, have a great evening as well."

"Thank you."

Fu Tiao smiled at the person in charge, and looked behind the person in charge.

A group of people were already crowded at the backstage door of the concert hall, trying to wait for his appearance, wanting to take photos with him and sign autographs.

Seeing Fu Tiao looking at them, the group of people were obviously excited for a long time, talking to each other non-stop.

Looking at this group of people, Fu Tiao could only smile helplessly, pointed at the person in charge and said, "But it seems that I haven't had time to rest yet."

"Hahaha, don't put on a sad face. There are not many people who can be chased backstage to ask for autographs. Don't be ignorant."

The person in charge patted Fu Tiao's shoulder with a smile, and waved.

"Okay, you can enjoy your glory for the last time. I will withdraw first. If you need something later, you can come to Cadogan to find me. I will always be there. Then... I wish you a Merry Christmas."

"Okay, Merry Christmas to you too."

After Fu Diao waved goodbye to the person in charge, he turned his head to look at the audience who were waiting for his signature, shrugged helplessly, stepped forward, took the pen and paper from the hands of the group, and asked with a smile.

"What kind of name do you need my help to sign? Is it a To signature? Or just a normal signature?"

……

The cold winter night always makes people feel cold, and only a cup of mulled wine or coffee can bring warmth to Europeans.

After Cadogan's performance, Fu Tiao hesitated for a long time. Instead of going directly to Huaguo to rest, or to go to Berlin to chat with the teacher, he chose to go back to Paris alone, to the Bonjour bar.

The bar is still the same as before, hidden in the corner of the street, it is difficult to be found.

It's just that it's very different from the previous bustle. There's only the previous bartender here, and there aren't as many people chatting and playing the piano here as there were small gatherings before.

dong dong...

Fu Tiao knocked on the door of the bar, and it took several minutes before someone responded.

"coming!"

The bartender was wearing the same pajamas as before, opened the door sleepily, looked at Fu Tiao who was standing at the door, couldn't help being stunned, and began to complain.

"Fu? What are you doing here? It's Christmas vacation now, don't you have to go home for a reunion? What are you doing here?"

"It's nothing, I suddenly thought of it, so come and take a look."

Fu Tiao smiled at the bartender: "Can I go in?"

"Yes, yes, but I don't plan to do any business here, the things inside...forget it."

The bartender shook his head, opened the door, and let Fu Diao walk in.

It's still the same layout as before, but compared to the orderly one before, it's obviously a lot messier here.

Some clothes and wine bottles were placed casually on the floor.

After the bartender came down, he quickly packed up the clothes on the floor, threw them backstage, returned to the wine cabinet, wiped his glass and spoke to Fu Tiao.

"I'm sorry, because everyone has gone home, and I've been the only one here for the past month, and it's been like this every year, so I'm not used to cleaning up... Oh, by the way, what do you want to drink? I don't have any alcohol here Move however you want, drink whatever you want."

Speaking of this, he was taken aback suddenly, then shook his head slightly.

"Almost forgot, you don't drink."

"Give me a... mulled wine?"

Fu Tiao smiled at the bartender.

"I saw all of you drinking before, so I kind of want to try it."

"Multiple wine...the red wine used in that thing is not available here."

The person in charge sighed: "The red wine used in the mulled wine is basically the kind of particularly bad red wine. Normally, it is about one or two euros in the supermarket, and then it is boiled slowly in a pot. Wouldn't use that particularly fine red wine."

When Fu Tiao heard his words, some information flashed in his head, and he realized instantly: "Understood, it's the same as those baijiu for marinating crabs. Basically, they all use high-grade miscellaneous grain wines, and don't use certain kinds of wine. The same as the top brands of wine."

"Well, do you mean rum by the multigrain wine? Although I don't understand the example you gave, it feels similar."

The bartender put the cleaned wine glass back into the cup cabinet, propped the counter and said to Fu Tiao.

"You know, mulled wine, when heated, destroys a lot of its flavor profile, completely turning the flavor into a simple wine and those oranges and fruit peels that are added to it. For those good red wines, this It’s a waste, so I’m not a big fan of mulled wine personally.”

"But I haven't tried it, I want to try it." Fu Tiao smiled: "If it really doesn't work, then forget it."

"No, it's okay, just wait for me, it's past two o'clock in the afternoon, it's three o'clock, the supermarket is closed at this time, I remember, just wait for me."

After all, the bartender took out a wallet from the back of the room, picked up two ten-yuan notes from it, and smiled at Fu Tiao.

"You sit down first, I'll come back as soon as I go."

After finishing speaking, he turned and left, disappearing from Fu Tiao's sight.

The bar has become extremely calm again, the winter sunlight flows along the windows of the bar without any warmth, flows on the ground, covers the lacklustre seats, and reflects the fine dust in the air.

Everything became very quiet, and the quietness made people feel empty and lonely, as if they had been abandoned by this world.

In particular, nearly two-thirds of this bar is underground, and only a little window can see the sunlight outside the house.

The feeling of depression and silence made people feel even less motivated to fight, and even felt a little drowsy.

The same is true for Fu Tiao. Looking at everything in front of him, he felt sleepy inexplicably, shook his head, and walked towards the piano in the center of the room.

The piano still maintained its previous appearance, and the other musical instruments around it were thrown aside in a mess.

Fu Tiao couldn't help but recall the scene of those jazz musicians having fun together in this room a few weeks ago, playing the piano, chatting, drinking and showing off their skills.

Now there is no one else.

Are they all home?with my loved ones...

After all, their Christmas and New Year's Day in a few days are actually the same as the Chinese New Year.

Apart from some differences in customs, there is no difference.

And in these festivals, even the women who often stand downstairs, wearing stockings and shorts, will choose to go home and reunite with their families.

It's a pity that Fu Diao doesn't have so many good friends in Europe, and there are no people who can stay together at Christmas.

Thinking of this, he opened the piano cover and slowly pressed the standard notes.

when……

Same feeling as before, no difference.

Fu Tiao's fingers unconsciously pressed a chord at will, letting the chord fluctuate and sway with his emotions, feeling the rhythm of the music.

Unrestrained, play whatever you think of, don't care what the audience thinks, what the audience thinks, it's pure performance, and play according to your own interests.

There is no one outside the house, only a few cats and dogs stray in the afternoon.

There is only Fu Diao in the house, enjoying the solitude by himself.

The music surrounded Fu Tiao, wrapped his body, and embraced him in his arms.

Fu Tiao's expression was calm, and he raised his head slightly to look at the ceiling above his head, as if feeling the flow of music.

Everything is so harmonious, so lonely, so peaceful.

As if he was the only one left in this world.

Ding……

Not long after, the wind chime at the door rang.

The door of the bar was suddenly opened, and the bartender came in from outside the house carrying a plastic bag. He was about to speak, but when he heard Fu Tiao playing, he stopped his mouth immediately.

He walked carefully to the bar counter, took out the two boxes of mulled wine from his pocket, carefully unfolded the two sides of the box, pinched the tip, cut a hole with scissors, and poured the mulled wine in the box into the backstage of the bar. On the small boiler, it started to simmer slowly.

He originally wanted to apologize to Fu Tiao, saying that the supermarket was not open, so he could only go to the convenience store next door to buy two boxes of mulled wine, and simply warm it up and drink it.

After all, mulled wine is the best to drink, or the kind of red wine that is made by yourself and heated as a whole, so that the taste is the best.

But he was sitting behind the bar, watching Fu Tiao playing like that, and he didn't seem to care much about it.

The melodious sound of the piano, the sunshine, and the bubbling sound of the red wine in the bar made the bartender feel a little tired.

It was too rare to be able to enjoy such tenderness in the winter afternoon, so rare that he wished that time would stand still.

"The level of Fu Tiao's performance is really amazing. It is worthy of being able to impress Hiromi Ishihara and attract Kapustin's top existence. I am really curious to what extent he can go and what kind of performer he will become. ..."

The bartender just lay on the counter, looking at Fu Tiao who was playing the piano casually in the distance, and couldn't help but think so.

Ding……

After an unknown amount of time, the wind chime at the door rang again, and the bartender raised his head blankly, looking at the person who was coming in, and then his pupils widened involuntarily.

"Ishihara... Hiromi?"

"Yo! The one from Christmas Eve, is it still there?"

Hiromi Ishihara cheerfully raised the red wine in his hand, blushed drunkenly and said with a smile.

"Hahahaha, hiccup... Yoxi? Fu Tiao is here?"

"He seemed to have nowhere to go, so he came to my side..."

The bartender immediately got up and made a hissing gesture: "Be quiet, Fu is playing."

"Hahaha, it's okay, hiccup... Fu won't care, we are friends after all! Hehehe..."

Under the gaze of the bartender, Hiromi Ishihara put the red wine in his hand on the counter, then ran to Fu Tiao's side, put his arms around Fu Tiao's neck, and laughed softly.

"Hehehe, Fu! You play really well. If you are still playing the piano here on Christmas Eve, I can't. I don't have your persistence."

"Ishihara Hiromi..."

Fu Tiao was suddenly hugged by Ishihara Hiromi, and he didn't react for a while, but when he saw it was her, he couldn't help feeling a little helpless.

"Why are you here? What are you doing here?"

"Hey, it's nothing, I have a small performance in Paris after the year, I originally wanted to go back to Dongying, but found that the air ticket is very expensive, and I have nothing to do when I go back, so I came alone... come to drink and play the piano !"

Hiromi Ishihara waved his hands excitedly, grabbed the upper half of Fu Tiao's piano, and began to show off his skills casually.

Even though he was drunk and sleepy, the effort in his hands did not slacken in the slightest.

"Come, come, play the piano! Play music!"

The more she played, the more excited she became.

Fu Tiao looked at her helplessly, then at the bartender who also shrugged in the distance, he could only sigh, and played along with her.

The music in the house gradually became high and exciting from the beginning of peace.

And it didn't end there, after a while, the doorbell of the house was rang again, and a person Fu Diao didn't know appeared at the door.

This person is a friend of Hiromi Ishihara, and the two greeted each other with a smile when they met, and then embraced warmly.

"Hiromi! Long time no see!"

"Hahahaha, Ramir!"

After Hiromi Ishihara and Lamir embraced warmly, they turned their heads to look at Fu Tiao, and immediately introduced him.

"Lamir, this is Fu! The top pianist of the new generation in Huaguo! It's not just about jazz, he's also very good at classical music!"

"Well, I know, Fu! Dior Fu! Champion of the International Chopin Piano Competition!"

Lamir put down the items in his hands, took two steps forward, and hugged Fu Tiao.

"Fu! I've listened to some of your recordings, and you're really good at playing!"

"Thank you."

Fu Diao thanked him embarrassingly.

He didn't know this person, he didn't even know what instrument this person played, so it was difficult to answer.

Can't you say that you have also heard his recordings?
What should I do if people say that he has never made a recording?

But Lamir didn't care about Fu Tiao's reply, and continued to chat with Ishihara Hiromi.

Seeing the gradually bustling bar, Fu Diao could only go back to the middle of the room alone, playing his own music.

It's just that he never thought that there are more and more people in the room, not only people he knows, but also some people he doesn't know.

And they didn't just come empty handed.

Ishihara Hiromi brought some wine, and Lamir brought a little vegetable salad.

For the follow-up people, some brought a whole roasted chicken that was already slightly better, and some brought Arabic desserts, some simple cakes, a ready-made fruit platter, cold pasta, ham, and mashed potatoes.

The most important thing is that there are really too many desserts, and all kinds of desserts are almost full of tables.

Everyone put the tables in the bar together to build a huge long table, piled up their desserts and staple food on the table, and chatted with each other with the wine glasses in their hands.

So far, the original lonely atmosphere in the room has been swept away.

Even Fu Diao, who was sitting there playing the piano alone, was pulled by Hiromi Ishihara to chat with everyone.

From the beginning, everyone felt alienated from Fu Tiao with a little admiration, and gradually turned into surprise, friendliness, and even just a few words passed.

Fu Tiao is not the kind of person who is thousands of miles away from people, but he is too close to the music, which makes his first reaction to people difficult to approach.

But when they really got close, they were shocked by Fu Tiao's thoughts on music and his control over certain details.

Even though on Christmas Eve, people don't want to discuss music very much, but they still want to talk about a little bit of music.

Every time he talked about this place, Fu Tiao could always give his own insights. Even if these insights could not directly answer their doubts, they could still give them a new way of thinking.

Therefore, the discussion among the people became more heated.

The crowd also began not to be limited to simple chats, but to ask people to go up and play randomly while chatting, stirring up the atmosphere of the bar.

Fu Tiao walked through the crowd, walked to the bartender, reached out to take the mulled wine handed over by the bartender, and bumped it slightly.

"Happy Christmas Eve, Fu! Here's your mulled wine."

"Thank you."

Fu Tiao smiled, and slowly took a sip of the mulled wine in the glass, a taste completely different from what he imagined rushed down his mouth to his head.

He originally thought that this mulled wine was a kind of red wine with a strong alcohol taste, but he didn't expect that compared with the alcohol taste, the fresh and sweet taste of the fruit in it was stronger, and the wine taste was much weaker.

More like a drink than a drink.

"This taste...not bad, completely different from what I imagined."

Fu Tiao's eyes lit up, he took another sip, and asked the bartender curiously: "But then again, boss, will there be so many people here on Christmas Eve?"

"How is it possible? So many people who came today were probably found by Hiromi Ishihara."

The bartender glanced at Hiromi Ishihara who was smiling and chatting over there, and couldn't help but chuckled softly: "My bar hasn't been this lively on Christmas Eve for a long time."

"Is that so..."

Fu Diao took another sip of mulled wine, looked at Hiromi Ishihara at the end of the crowd, raised his glass lightly, and said in a low voice.

"Thank you."

But I never thought that Hiromi Ishihara seemed to have noticed Fu Tiao's gaze, walked towards Fu Tiao through the crowd, stretched out his hand to hook Fu Tiao's body, and said with a cheerful smile.

"Fu! How is it? How does it feel?"

"feeling not bad?"

Fu Tiao smiled at Hiromi Ishihara, raised the hot red wine in his hand, and said softly.

"Merry Christmas Eve."

"Huh? Happy Christmas Eve so soon...Well, boss! Pour me a glass of the 14-year-old Bordeaux I brought over."

Hiromi Ishihara waved to the boss behind him, asked him to pour about 100ml of red wine for himself, and grinned at Fu Diao.

"Fu! I also wish you a happy Christmas Eve, and wish you a better career in the next year!"

"Christmas Eve……"

"hapiness!"

　See if it's possible to write another chapter today

　　
　
(End of this chapter)