pianist from the sea

Chapter 264 Fu Tiao's God-level Scene

Fu Tiao's hands ran quickly on the piano, grasping all the chords in Brahms' works with great precision, so that the chord sense of the music itself can be vividly displayed, coupled with Fu Tiao's interpretation of the music itself, instantly let the The music content is exceptionally gorgeous.

It caught everyone's ears, making them unable to take their attention away from Fu Diao's performance, and could only immerse themselves in it.

It wasn't until after Fu Tiao's performance of the two Brahms works that everyone took a breath, glanced at each other, and nodded silently.

Sure enough, although there is still a slight gap from the god-level scene they imagined, the level of this appearance is really very good. It is the kind of music that you can hardly find Fu Tiao music no matter how picky you are. Not bad for a loophole.

The only problem with Fu Diao may be that he can't satisfy everyone with his style and thus like him.

After all, he is not a soft girl, and he cannot be liked by everyone.

Even if it is a soft sister currency, it cannot be liked by everyone in the world.

Under Fu Tiao's interpretation, it directly proves that he has gradually left the group of first-line pianists and moved towards the direction of top-level pianists, and the distance from top-level pianists is getting closer and closer. .

In the end, there was only one final god-level scene that would come naturally.

Everyone watched Fu Tiao's heart gradually relax, and for a while, they stopped thinking about any content about the god-level scene.

only……

Fu Diao was not like that. In the entire concert hall, he was the only one who knew how close he was to that state, how... fit.

He raised his hands, and Brahms' two simple rhapsodys paused between his fingers. The entire concert hall became extremely quiet, and everyone's eyes were focused on him, waiting for him to take over. Down to play.

A small number of people also think that Fu Diao may perform superbly on the spot.

And most people, when they heard Brahms, had given up on this idea.

After all, compared with those who break through halfway, the vast majority of performers have already shown the state of crushing everything from the very beginning.

Under their sight, Fu Tiao let out a long sigh, and instead of continuing to play directly, he turned his gaze to the side.

The densely packed crowd on the side sat together, either tall or short, scattered and orderly.

Although Fu Tiao couldn't see where Lang Liangyue was at all, he knew that Lang Liangyue was here.

Therefore, after taking a deep breath, he spoke slowly.

"Next work, Beethoven, Piano Sonata No. 23, Passion."

As soon as the voice fell, there was an uproar in the concert hall.

After all, Fu Tiao's program list had already been distributed to all of them, and it was pasted on Fu Tiao's brochure.

Why did Fu Diao specially pronounce this word?
They looked at Fu Tiao, puzzled, they could only whisper a few words, looked at Fu Tiao tentatively, and waited for Fu Tiao's explanation.

only……

Not everyone was ignorant of this, some people looked at Lang Liangyue who was sitting at the front of the concert hall.

Just now, Fu Tiao's gaze had been looking towards the back, and he didn't notice that Lang Liangyue was sitting at the bottom of the concert hall, the place closest to him.

And Lang Liangyue looked at Fu Tiao's side face, and couldn't help showing a trace of interest.

Others may not have heard it, but he definitely did.

Fu Diao is declaring war on him.

Although Fu Tiao had no idea where he was sitting, or even whether he had come to the concert hall to listen to his performance today.

But Fu Tiao still declared war on him without hesitation.

From Fu Tiao's program list, we can see such a small detail.

They only had a little idea after watching Fu Tiao's program before, but after hearing Fu Tiao's words, almost everyone who knew a little bit of the inside story could guess what Fu Tiao was thinking.

Fu Tiao, he declared war on Lang Liangyue.

But why?

Some people in the know looked at Fu Tiao and Lang Liangyue, their eyes kept turning, and they looked at them curiously, thinking about what kind of conflict between them would make them confront each other like this.

Even Lang Liangyue and Li Diyun didn't confront each other like this before.

Looking at Fu Tiao's eyes, Lang Liangyue seemed to have a slight sense, and nodded silently.

"Liangyue..." Gina next to him leaned closer to Lang Liangyue, seeing Lang Liangyue's slightly plump but extremely serious face, she couldn't help asking a little curiously: "What happened?" ?"

"No, no..."

Lang Liangyue shook her head slightly, preventing Gina from asking further, but turned her gaze to Fu Tiao who was sitting on the stage, staring at the keyboard in his hand, and said softly.

"Since you want to prove something to me, then try it."

"prove?"

"Well, prove..."

Gina wanted to ask something else, but Lang Liangyue raised her palm to Gina, shook her head slightly, stopped her from continuing to ask, and turned her gaze to Fu Tiao in front of her.

waiting for his performance.

Not just him, but everyone else.

Regardless of whether they understood Fu Tiao's subtext, at this moment, all their attention was on Fu Tiao, expecting what kind of surprise Fu Tiao could bring them.

Under the eyes of everyone, Fu Tiao's palm fell on the piano, and without making any sound, he pinched all the restlessness in the concert hall, controlled it in his palm, and squeezed it away.

He obviously didn't do anything, but there was an inexplicable sense of anxiety in the concert hall, an indescribable anxiety.

They seem to be looking forward to something, but also seem to be afraid of something?
Why do you feel this way?

Isn't it just a sonata of passion, what is there to be afraid of...?

Everyone's thoughts have not yet unfolded, but Fu Tiao's hand is slowly pressing down. Unlike the usual upward chords, an extremely heavy downward chord is in Fu Tiao's hands. It is extremely difficult to grasp the hope, groan in pain, and fall on stage.

boom!
It was just a chord. After waiting for a few seconds, the chord in Fu Tiao's hand directly shocked everyone's thoughts. Their pupils couldn't help but dilate, and they looked at everything Fu Tiao showed on the stage in disbelief.

Wait, what they just heard...

Is it the first movement of the Passion Sonata?

What are you kidding?Whose opening of the first movement of the Passion Sonata is like this, so shocking?

With despair and death, he walked to hell in pain, and every step seemed to be stuck in the mud, unable to extricate himself.

The depth and thoughts under the music directly shattered everyone's understanding of music. At this moment, there is only one thing on their minds.

That is the music of Fu Tiao.

Fu Tiao's music is very similar to the feeling of the sea. This is the first thought of everyone about him.

But at this moment, the music shown by Fu Tiao, the extremely simple feeling of the sea seems to have disappeared completely, without any feeling of the sea.

No, no, that's not the case...

and many more……

Some people listen to the music of Fu Tiao, the despair that is enough to suffocate, the pain that rushes from all around and squeezes into your body.

Suddenly and inexplicably sounded under the deep sea.

Where light cannot reach.

It's like falling helplessly into the abyss.

It's all so similar.

"Fuck..."

Someone suddenly widened his eyes, covered his lips, and couldn't help but whisper.

He really didn't know what to say, so he could only keep clenching and stretching his fingers, so as to calm down his mood a little.

"The interpretation of this music is really terrifying."

"Yes……"

Someone said to himself in a daze, and someone beside him did the same, looking at the performance in front of him in shock, panting deeply.

dang dang dang...

The knock of fate is already reflected in the enthusiasm.

Although it has not become the anger of the symphony of fate, but amidst the enthusiasm, the sadness has become extremely strong.

Under the falling abyss, Fu Tiao raised his hand by an octave, to a higher position.

He pressed down the chord in his hand again.

The illusory light emerges.

This is heaven, heaven's call, heaven's final redemption for the fallen, a wicker handed over from heaven like alms.

Nothingness, ethereal, but it seems to be able to save those who fall into the abyss alone.

This is the final straw.

"This contrast, this musical expression..."

Some people didn't know what to say anymore, they looked at Fu Tiao in front of them in disbelief, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

It was obviously just simple music, and they were still sitting in the concert hall.

But for some reason, they felt that they had been silent from a giant ship, struggling upwards feebly, struggling constantly, trying to get themselves out of the water and take another breath of fresh air.

But all of this is in vain, they can't do anything, they can only witness their bodies keep falling, falling into the abyss.

The light in front of my eyes is being swallowed up by the surrounding darkness bit by bit, and those hidden under the darkness unabashedly show their coveting eyes, trying to swallow it into their stomachs.

When they were about to despair, they seemed to see the light, the rescue team searching for them with a strong light, and the crowd who kept diving to find them.

Feel at ease.

As relieved.

Everything seems to be getting better.

But what all this brings is even more painful and desperate depravity.

"Grass!"

In the corner of the music, someone hammered his thigh hard, his pupils constricted, his eyeballs spit out, he kept taking deep breaths, and uttered dirty words with difficulty.

His emotions have been completely controlled by Fu Tiao, and he has no way to control his emotions.

He even felt like Tom, being played with in the palm of his hand wantonly.

If you want him to laugh, he will laugh, if you want him to cry, he will cry.

It was as if he was no longer himself, but someone else.

This feeling made him extremely painful, but...

He couldn't let go of this feeling.

He felt as if he was poisoned, and he was extremely addicted to this kind of musical control.

The feeling of not needing to think about anything and allowing himself to devote himself to the music was so refreshing that his brain couldn't help but tremble.

This feeling was something he had never felt before.

Whether it's Lang Liangyue, or Kissing, Gina and the others, he has never felt that useful feeling.

He was terribly frightened, yet eager to pursue it.

"Why can this music be played like this? Is this really passion?"

"I don't know, but I know..."

Another passer-by who was sitting next to that person looked at Fu Tiao in front of him, couldn't help but also swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said slowly.

"I feel that Fu Tiao's work may have really reached the level of a god-level scene."

God level scene!

Although Fu Tiao had heard what it was like to play a god-level live performance before, he had never really felt himself playing a god-level live performance.

He thought about it countless times in his dreams, imagining that he could play a god-level live performance, but every time because he had no experience, he woke up from the dream at the moment when he was about to perform successfully.

Every time he looked at the ceiling above his head feebly, closed his eyes again with difficulty, trying to continue his dream.

But the dream has never been continued.

Even if it is barely continued, the plot will make large-scale jumps, or even go in the opposite direction.

Just like a virgin, no matter how he dreams, he can't really dream about doing something he likes to do.

Fu Tiao is naturally the same.

His countless desires in dreams and his dissatisfaction with Lang Liangyue may have disturbed himself, or perhaps God, Jesus, Jehovah, the Virgin Mary and others. At this moment, he was finally released .

For the first time, he felt that the veins of the music were so clear in his hands.

He felt that he could control his body perfectly.

This is not what ordinary people think. I control the flexible movement of each finger, and I can express everything I want, and it is not a problem to play those four-part or even five-part works.

Instead, I can control my own body and play whatever feels I want.

Playing is a very difficult thing, he does not mean that the pianist can interpret whatever he wants.

Every time they practice, they are not practicing music expression and wrong pronunciation.

They are just practicing how to control themselves.

They practice how to make music express their thoughts perfectly, so that their thoughts about music can be perfectly conveyed to the ears of everyone in the concert hall, so that they can feel their own understanding of music.

It is very difficult for people to understand each other.

And there is a wall called music above the communication, which will make such communication more difficult.

Maybe what I want to express is simple liking, but you can hear it as a secret love that will never change until death.

Maybe what I want to express is the pain of bloody hatred, but you can hear it as flirting like "Don't~".

How to express what you want to express is the first point, and how to make the audience in the concert hall accept it is the second point.

How to achieve these two points is the most troublesome problem for all pianists.

Everyone can only explain the music well within their own abilities, and express clearly what they want to express. As for the thoughts of the audience in the concert hall, there is no way to control them.

But what if... could control everything?So what will happen?
Fu Tiao had thought about this question before, but he never had an answer.

But today, he has that answer.

That is the god-level scene.

He can control everything on the scene.

He could clearly feel the echo of the sound from his piano hitting the distant wall and rushing towards him.

He can control every bit of strength and weakness of the sound, making the music what he wants.

The feeling that everything is under his control is so perfect and so comfortable.

Before playing this Beethoven Passionate Sonata, that is, the Brahms Rhapsody, the film he felt was pierced by him at this moment.

All the mysteries of music unfold before him.

"Sure enough, this is a god-level scene."

Fu Diao played the music in his hands, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

And Lang Liangyue, who was off the stage, also had a smile on his face.

The struggle between musicians is actually very normal, and he often struggles with other pianists to compare their understanding of music.

After seeing the musicality shown by Fu Tiao, the smile on his face became full.

Keep going.

Show the emotion in the music more fiercely, show it more vividly, show everything in the music.

How boring the world would be without rivals.

Countless top pianists are constantly aging due to their bodies, and there is no way to show their full strength.

And the younger generation was surpassed by him one after another, and they were no longer qualified to be his opponents.

Now that Fu Tiao was born out of nowhere and appeared in front of him, he felt excited and felt the enthusiasm that he hadn't felt for a long time.

How long has it been since I played enthusiastically again?

It's been so long that he can't remember clearly.

But he feels that Fu Tiao's performance of this passionate first movement is not inferior to his previous performance.

A god-level scene, this is a god-level scene.

It is unique and belongs only to Fu Tiao's personal god-level scene.

The emotions in the music surpassed the limit, crushing everyone in the concert hall, and driving everyone's emotions to a god-level scene.

He didn't have any thoughts of confronting Fu Diao in his heart, only the idea of ​​enjoying the music.

After all, ordinary confrontation is very common.

And god-level scenes are extremely rare.

"However, if it's just like this, it will be a tie at most, but it can't surpass me..." Lang Liangyue suddenly thought this way.

At the same time, Fu Tiao seemed to feel Lang Liangyue's thoughts. Looking at the keyboard in his hand, he couldn't help saying softly to himself:
"So, what about the second movement?"

(End of this chapter)