pianist from the sea

Chapter 266 Fu Tiao's Perfect Passion

The incomparably gorgeous torrent of scales rushed out of the piano, frantically rushing toward the crowd off the stage, drowning their reasoning.

All their emotions could not be restrained at all, they could only clenched their fists tightly, staring at Fu Tiao on the stage, their teeth clenched.

The pain of being destroyed before was completely released at this moment.

At this moment, all the pain before was transformed into all the power in everyone's body, promoting the development of music.

Fu Tiao's fingers ran quickly on the piano keyboard, and his left and right hands pressed alternately, like silk threads intertwined and puppet threads falling down, controlling everyone's emotions.

Crazy, enthusiastic, everything before is blended here, and everything between the music bursts out to everyone with everyone's emotions.

No one has been able to maintain their sobriety and emotions, and they are almost completely crazy looking at everything in front of them.

This music, this expression, this emotion.

Everyone looked at Fu Tiao in front of them, their eyes were full of enthusiasm and shock.

They can't control their emotions at all.

If you just listen to Fu Tiao's work, the interpretation of the third movement of Beethoven's Passionate Sonata may actually be regarded as an ordinary god-level scene. For those who have listened to a lot of top pianists, At most, it is shocking, and there are not many emotions in it other than that.

But now it is completely different, the reason lies in the second movement before Fu Tiao.

As Klaus said before, it only needs Fu Tiao to open up the tension in the music and let all the beauty in the music be expressed to the extreme, then the second movement will definitely surpass Lang Liangyue, or other people's performance , became the representative of Fu Tiao.

Fu Tiao did it. He successfully fulfilled Klaus's imagination and pushed the expressive force of the third movement to the extreme.

Under this extreme beauty, all that Fu Tiao destroys is to maximize the sadness, despair, and tension in the music.

What happens when a bow is drawn to its maximum?
Everyone knows that either shoot the arrow on the string, or slowly retract it, there is no possibility of letting it go in vain.

Leaving the bowstring empty will have an irreversible impact on the bow and completely damage the bow.

Therefore, the third movement is the arrow, without any possibility of being empty, it bursts out directly with the huge and incomparable tension, and shoots at everyone in the concert hall.

Every time Fu Diao pressed his hands, it gave everyone a higher emotional bloom.

Charge, fight, and release your enthusiasm towards all the unpleasant pains.

At this moment, enthusiasm is the most perfect interpretation.

Fight, struggle.

Against all bad things.

Destroy those who stand in their way.

All the emotions are gathered in the palm of Fu Tiao, and the emotions are released to everyone along with the music.

Just like when Beethoven was writing this work.

All in one go.

All the pain and despair in the music disappeared at this moment, leaving only the most direct and enthusiastic release.

This is enthusiasm, this is enthusiasm.

The despair of the first movement, a painful plunge into the abyss.

To the beauty of the second movement, weakly witnessing the brokenness.

In the end, it stayed on the enthusiasm of the third movement to cut everything.

They seemed to witness Fu Tiao standing on top of the world, looking down on everything.

All the pain and suffering seemed insignificant to him.

The world kisses me with pain, and I embrace the world with passion.

The flow of emotions makes everything in the music less profound. Even if the people who are just listening to the music, when they hear this piece of work, no matter what they have encountered before or what they have thought about, what is in their hearts now? All I think about is the simplest.

That is passion.

Live every day well, embrace the world enthusiastically, and release their deepest enthusiasm to the world.

All passions come together.

Burn this piece of heaven and earth to pieces.

boom!
The torrent of music and emotion is freely released in the concert hall, sweeping the crowd in the concert hall, no one can escape Fu Tiao's control, and no one is willing to leave Fu Tiao's control.

Everyone willingly gave up everything they had and put it in front of Fu Tiao, allowing him to drive, manipulate, and control everything.

It was just because of the shattering of the beauty in front that they almost collapsed.

They longed for Fu Diao to lead them to release all the depression in their hearts, and lead them to completely sweep away the darkness that was blocking them.

"Fu Tiao..."

Lang Liangyue, who was originally in a relatively normal mood, also felt something was wrong.

He looked at Fu Tiao in front of him, couldn't help clenching his fists, and stared at Fu Tiao's hands.

It's not that I hate that Fu Tiao might take away his best album of the year, or the best interpretation of his Passionate Sonata for a god-level scene.

Nor is it a curse that Fu Tiao cannot interpret all the music.

It was just because he couldn't hide the excitement in his heart.

He couldn't control his emotions at all, he hoped that Fu Tiao could interpret this work perfectly.

It's not because he expects Fu Tiao to surpass his almost saintly thinking.

just because of……

The feeling of Fu Tiao's performance was so good that he even wanted to cry for it.

A long, long time ago, he also performed and interpreted such a work, and his feelings for this work are more profound than those of others. Similarly, his understanding of this work and the piano are better than those of others. People are also more enthusiastic.

He didn't expect Fu Tiao to surpass him, after all, he was considered the top pianist, and expecting others to surpass him would be a bit too cheap.

But he expects that Fu Tiao can interpret this work well, so that the glory of this work will not be tarnished by others.

Therefore, he looked at Fu Tiao with far-reaching eyes, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was hard to hide.

He is waiting for the final climax of the music, waiting for Fu Tiao to push all emotions to the peak.

He looked at Fu Tiao, leaned forward, rubbed his hands, and the corners of his mouth kept rising.

"Hurry up, hurry up, let me see... how you will play at the climax of the music."

"Everything in the front has been pulled so strongly, and the expectation of the music has been interpreted by you as it is now. You will never... let us down at the end, Fu Tiao?"

He looked at Fu Tiao, the fire in his eyes was enough to surprise others.

Gina, who had been sitting next to Lang Liangyue, looked at Lang Liangyue in surprise. She never imagined that Lang Liangyue could show such an expression one day.

Such……

obsessed?

Looking at Lang Liangyue, Gina suddenly thought of the word obsession, and more and more felt that obsession was the most appropriate word to describe Lang Liangyue.

Lang Liangyue is obsessed with Fu Tiao's music, and is addicted to Fu Tiao's music.

He longed for everything Fu Tiao gave him.

For some reason, she suddenly felt jealous towards Fu Tiao.

It's not that she's jealous that Fu Tiao can play a god-level scene and control the emotions of everyone in the concert hall, but she's just jealous that Fu Tiao can attract Lang Liangyue like this and make Lang Liangyue show that expression.

You know, she and Lang Liangyue have worked together for so long, and Lang Liangyue has never shown such an obsessed expression to her, either on the surface or in private.

She felt envious of Fu Tiao.

However, she is not the only one who admires Fu Tiao.

Not far behind them, Zhao Chengzhen and Hamelin were going crazy with envy, and even cried bitterly.

Especially Hamelin himself, he looked at Fu Tiao, and tears even flowed from the corners of his eyes, but he didn't know it at all, he just clenched his fists hard, suppressing himself and shouting in a low voice.

"Go on, go on, go on!"

"That's right, that's it, that's it! That's the real passion!"

"That's right, only in this way is enthusiasm, and only in this way is enthusiasm!"

"This emotion, this expression, this interpretation, my God, damn it, damn it! Why do I hear this performance now?"

"Quick, quick, continue playing like this, continue, continue! Must continue, must continue."

"Perfect, perfect...perfect!"

Hamelin raised his head suddenly, and the veins on his neck couldn't help but stand up. He stared at Fu Tiao in front of him, wishing he could go straight to the stage and dance with Fu Tiao's melody.

He no longer has any thoughts of confronting Fu Tiao, all he thinks about now is to enjoy this last pleasure.

If he is allowed to choose whether to negotiate with Fu Tiao, whether to engage in confrontation and absorb a wave of traffic.

He will definitely not back down this time.

Not because he wanted to confront Fu Tiao head-on, but because even if he lost to Fu Tiao, it would be an absolute honor.

There is no honor in losing a normal confrontation.

But if you lose to the authoritative interpretation of the latest Passionate Sonata, you lose to a god-level scene and a god-level recording.

Then this is an honor enough to be recorded in history.

In this life, there is no chance to win a god-level performance.

It's like if I lose to someone who is not famous, I'm a little embarrassed to say it anyway.

And if I compete with the piano king Horowitz on the same stage, in order to crush me, Horowitz specially showed his strongest strength, and even took out his proud Rachmanino Husband's Second Piano Concerto and called out a whole orchestra against me.

This edition became the authoritative edition of the time and was strongly praised by Rachmaninoff himself.

In this case, I fought hard for several days, and finally lost, and I failed to beat Horowitz.

Saying things like this will give you more face, even if you lose, it will be worth it.

At this moment, Hamelin looked at everything in front of him, and that was the only thought in his mind.

It was so perfect, so intense.

He couldn't control his tears at all, and he couldn't restrain the excitement in his heart at all.

Although such a passionate sonata was a bit exaggerated, he felt that he would have no regrets in his life after hearing it the last time.

Except for Fu Tiao, he really can't imagine anyone else who can interpret such Beethoven, with such emotionally exaggerated enthusiasm.

Nobody.

Even Lang Liangyue, who is now known as the number one Beethoven Passionate Sonata, the strongest pianist in modern times, who made the piano into an orchestra, can't do it.

At the very least, in his opinion, Lang Liangyue is not good. His previous album about sonatas of passion, which was hailed as a god-level album, can no longer be matched with the current Fu tune.

As far as Fu Tiao's current content is concerned, there is no problem in expressing it with Shenzhongshen.

after all……

If Fu Tiao's next set of works today, he is good at playing Chopin's piano ballades without any problems, and can also perform this kind of god-level live performance, then Fu Tiao's album can definitely be regarded as a masterpiece.

Since the recording system has gradually become popular, for such a music festival, everyone will start to automatically record the performance of the performers, and then sell them.

In that case, if it succeeds, Fu Tiao will definitely be given the title of God Specialist.

In the future, it will not only be a master, he can even use it to apply for this year's Echo Award, Gramophone Award, and other classical piano awards.

Thinking of this, Hamelin's envy for Fu Tiao became even deeper.

"If... I can also reach the level of Fu Tiao, play works similar to Fu Tiao, and play a god-level live performance, then how good it will be?"

Hamelin looked at Fu Tiao and couldn't help but think so.

At the same time, Zhao Chengzhen, who was sitting next to him, also thought of this.

He looked at Fu Tiao with the same deep eyes.

It's just that he was more restrained than Hamelin, and he didn't show anything. He just looked at Fu Tiao in front of him in silence, with unparalleled affection in his eyes.

Everyone's emotions are different, but the emotions that everyone can feel are not much different.

Because their emotions are under Fu Tiao's control.

He rubbed the tenderness of everyone wantonly, included all emotional expressions in the music, charged up his strength, and shot at everyone.

The emotion in the music is getting bigger and bigger, and the indescribable passion is getting more and more intense.

Under such a strong emotion, Fu Tiao's control of music has become more and more difficult.

People's emotions are contagious.

Not only the people on the stage can infect the audience, but the people off the stage can also infect the performers on the stage.

The more violent the mood swings, the more difficult it is for Fu Tiao to control, and the god-level scene in the music is theoretically more difficult to maintain.

But all of this was not difficult for Fu Tiao.

His fingers ran smoothly on the piano, his eyes were steady, and he calmly controlled everything about the music in his hands.

All external things have no influence on him.

What he pursues is to express the works in his hand in a way beyond perfection.

This is his god-level scene, no one can influence him, only he controls all emotions.

Everything in the music is rubbed wantonly in his hands, controlling the expression of emotions at will.

The enthusiasm in the music became more and more intense in his hands, like a raging fire, igniting the sky.

The scorching flames scorched his face, but there was no expression of emotion on his face, he just stared at the keyboard, trying hard to make the music more perfect.

The mood of the place needs to be warmed up.

The emotion in that place needs to be more frenetic.

His mind holds every detail of the music with great precision.

Contrary to what everyone imagined, he was completely unaffected by his music, not even by the audience.

His brain was extremely clear, and he even had a feeling that he was controlling himself.

He controls the expression of his music, the release of his hands on the piano, and the emotions of everyone in the concert hall.

He is like a god.

No, at this moment, he even feels like God.

He even felt somewhere, probably many colleagues, with a little envy in their emotions.

He also sensed that there was someone in the front row looking forward to the completion of his performance.

And in a place far, far away, some people are looking forward to it but are timid, for fear that the emotion in his music will be too hot for them to bear.

He felt the emotions of everyone, but he was not affected by them, as if he was isolated from the dimension.

He looked at his hands flying over the piano, and for some reason, he suddenly thought of moths.

Moths to the flames.

Even if there is death and destruction ahead, he will fly into it without hesitation, burning himself into some nourishment in the flames.

Maybe that's what passion is?
Desperately releasing his enthusiasm, it doesn't matter what will happen in front of him.

It didn't even matter that what he was facing would be death and pain.

He just needs to release his last bit of light and heat, and that's it.

after all……

This is enthusiasm!
The pinnacle of Beethoven's sonatas, the hottest passion!

Enough to burn the enthusiasm of the world!
Fu Tiao's eyes gradually became sharper, and his unchanging expression began to dissolve a little bit.

The corners of his mouth turned up, and his emotions started to run high.

At the end of the music, the fire that burns everything is about to sway on this land.

and so……

In this last moment of madness, greet the end of the music!

Fu Tiao raised his hands, and the most violent chords in the music slammed down in his hands, and the last remaining emotions in the music were also squeezed out at this moment.

At this moment, there is no longer any reservation, and no one can restrain their emotions.

Everything in the music is vividly displayed in front of everyone.

The passion that burns everything.

It is Fu Diao, for Lang Liangyue, and for all Beethoven players.

The most perfect answer sheet handed over!

Under the final chord, Fu Tiao's hands flicked up, and the sweat flew down the back of his hands into the air, which was extraordinarily dazzling under the light.

At this moment, the applause that had been restrained for a long time resounded loudly.

Under everyone's gaze, Lang Liangyue collapsed from his chair, applauded vigorously and shouted with all his might.

"Bravo!"

　I am on vacation in the Northeast, so the update is a bit late, sorry.

　　I will go to Changchun tomorrow, and I will go to Harbin in a few days
　　
　
(End of this chapter)