pianist from the sea

Chapter 267 The Real Chopin!
The applause was thunderous, and almost everyone stood up. Even though it was only an intermission and Fu Tiao's concert was not over yet, everyone still gave Fu Tiao an extremely warm applause, thanking Fu Tiao for his performance.

And Fu Tiao was also sitting on the stage, looking at the black and white keyboard in front of him, then turned his head to look at the applauding people around him, finally showed a relieved smile on his face, stood up and bowed slightly to everyone.

boom!
The applause instantly became more enthusiastic, and everyone applauded with all their strength, giving Fu Diao the warmest applause.

Perfect, perfect, nothing but perfect.

They have never imagined that listening to a half-time concert can bring such an experience, that it can make their mood fluctuate uncontrollably with Fu Tiao's control, and even feel as if they have experienced a journey of disillusionment.

All of this is an experience that no one has ever experienced before. Even if someone has experienced Akadi's performance before, they still feel that the shock that Akadi gave them is far less than one-tenth of the power brought by Fu Tiao's performance just now.

Perhaps because of some of the works, Beethoven's works are more emotionally volatile, and it is easier for everyone to follow Fu Tiao's works to travel the world he created.

But it is also undeniable that in terms of the current god-level scene, Fu Tiao's Passionate Sonata is more convincing than Arkadi's Brahms.

Fu Tiao is in the true sense, interpreting a Beethoven Passion Sonata that belongs only to him and is as vast and boundless as the sea.

Although Akadi also played his god-level scene, he did not make more interpretations in the expression of music. He is qualified to compete for the best recording of this year, but that is all.

No matter how much he didn't want to push him, Fu Tiao definitely needed to bring him and Akadi together for discussion.

Because this is not a simple, pure piano festival, there is also an award for the best newcomer of the year, which is awarded to the contestants who participated in the Ruhr Piano Festival this year.

Even if the passers-by and the audience don't want to step on it very much, but for the group of Ruhr Piano Festival Organizing Committee, they also need to consider the comparison between the two.

Normally, it is normal for a piano festival not to have a god-level performance. After all, no one can guarantee that their status is always online and can stably produce a god-level scene.

But now, the Ruhr Piano Festival actually has two god-level venues, and now the organizing committee will start to struggle with who to award the prize to.

Is it for Arkadi, who has participated in the Ruhr Piano Festival more than a dozen times and finally showed a strong and divine scene this year?
Or for Fu Tiao, who performed explosively for the first time this year and interpreted the new version of the Sonata of Passion?

That group of people will have to think about it now.

After all, Akadi's performance is not bad. In addition, he has participated in so many piano festivals, and has a close relationship with those organizing committees and investors, and his network is far superior to Fu Tiao.

But these have nothing to do with ordinary audiences, they just come to enjoy.

They applauded Fu Tiao with all their strength and thanked Fu Tiao for his performance. They didn't stop until Fu Tiao walked off the stage. It seemed that the early encore had already begun.

Hearing the applause, Fu Tiao even had the urge to go out and play another song.

But fortunately, he restrained himself, calmed down his emotions, and prepared for the next performance.

In the continuous applause, the crowd stopped slowly and walked out of the concert hall, also soothing their emotions.

The performance in the first half of the concert just now was really too shocking, so shocking that they couldn't speak.

Not to mention that the top pianists in the concert hall are also present at the scene, listening to Fu Tiao's performance.

Lang Liangyue sat in his seat, feeling a little tired, looking around, the corners of his mouth couldn't help grinning, and let out a long sigh.

"The back waves of the Yangtze River pushed the front waves, and the front waves died on the beach. I didn't expect that there would be a new authoritative version of the Passion Sonata coming out so soon. Fu Tiao's performance is really terrifying. I really didn't expect Fu Tiao to be able to do it. So well done, so brilliant."

"Really? I don't think you haven't thought of it at all."

Gina, who was sitting next to Lang Liangyue, was just about to speak to comfort Lang Liangyue, but she didn't expect a voice to come from behind Lang Liangyue.

An old man wearing a black suit and holding a cigar stood behind Lang Liangyue. He picked up the cigar and sniffed it under his nose. The corners of his mouth raised involuntarily. He looked at Lang Liangyue in front of him and stretched out his hand. He patted his shoulder and said with a smile.

"You shouldn't be discouraged by Dior, who is also from Huaguo, Liangyue?"

"Daniel?"

Lang Liangyue felt the heat on his shoulders and smelled the scent of tobacco in his nose. Even before he turned his head, he already knew who the person standing behind him was.

Daniel Barenboim, his teacher.

He learned his passion sonata from Barenboim, and he learned a lot from Barenboim, especially Beethoven's part.

After all, the best interpreter of Beethoven in the previous generation was Barenboim, and his set of Beethoven sonatas was even evaluated as a three-star Penguin recording.

That is to say, the top recording, the god-level album.

"Liang Yue, long time no see."

Before Daniel could speak, Argerich came from a distance.

She packed up her clothes, walked to Lang Liangyue's side, and nodded slightly to him as well.

The people standing here are extremely dazzling. Three of the most powerful top pianists in the world stand in public places, especially places for classical music lovers. Almost as long as any classical music lover passes by , I will definitely feel the shock and excitement in my heart, and even try to ask them for autographs or group photos.

But it's a pity that the group of people didn't notice the three people standing here at all.

Everyone was excitedly walking towards the outside of the concert hall, to release themselves and solve personal chores. They didn't have the energy to wander around to see who was in the concert hall.

So the three of them also got a point of peace.

Daniel looked at Lang Liangyue who got up, and Gina who was standing beside him, nodded slightly, put the cigar in his pocket, and smiled at Lang Liangyue.

"How do you feel? Fu Tiao's works, I don't think you will feel unfamiliar, after all, this was once your best work, and even the work you are proud of."

"Of course it won't feel strange. This is not only my best work, but also Daniel's best work. How could it feel strange?"

Looking at Daniel, Lang Liangyue couldn't help laughing, turned his head to look at the empty stage, and sighed softly: "Although I know that Fu Tiao's ability to express music is invincible, his ability to understand music is also very terrifying. , but I never imagined that his level of strength can be so terrifying!"

He raised his hand, touched his chin, the corners of his mouth could not help but raised, and said with a smile: "The tension in the music of the second movement needs to be supported by strength. It's not that no one can achieve such a high tension, but pulling After achieving such a great tension, you must have stronger strength to shoot the third movement, otherwise the tension as great as the second movement will be wasted."

"When I was listening to Fu Tiao's works, I was still a little bit worried. I was worried that Fu Tiao would not be able to complete the feeling in the music well, and would waste such a tense performance. Even if the third movement showed It’s good, but there’s still something missing.”

"But I didn't expect that he could do it. He could perfectly use such a great tension in the third movement, and completely integrate the three movements of the Passion Sonata into a whole, showing the most perfect fusion and aggressiveness. .”

"This feeling is great, great, I like his playing very much, Daniel, what do you think?"

Listening to Lang Liangyue's opening, Barenboim couldn't help but nodded as well, and agreed, "That's true, but old people like me can't listen to his playing anymore, I don't like it very much..."

"Why? I remember that you don't like the sense of power of enthusiasm? I remember that you seemed to take me to listen to many similar playing styles before."

Lang Liangyue smiled at Barenboim and said, "Could it be because you're old and your mood can't fluctuate so much?"

"Well, there is almost such a reason in it."

Barenboim did not object, but nodded with a smile: "As you said, Fu Tiao's mood swings are too big, which is relatively comfortable for those young people. Many people will I choose his performance and approve of his interpretation, but for us old people, it is a bit tired and the mood swings are too big. I feel that once I listen to his performance, I may lose a few years of life."

"It shouldn't be like this, it's a bit exaggerated." Lang Liangyue smiled and waved his hand.

But Barenboim didn't smile, just shook his head slightly, and said softly: "No exaggeration, it's almost like this. I feel that it will be difficult for me to play such works with particularly violent mood swings in the future. I will prefer those mood swings." Smaller, but more complex and profound works."

"for example?"

"Like... bolero?"

Barenboim made a joke to Lang Liangyue, and then everyone laughed together.

Argerich also smiled on the side, but did not join the discussion.

Argerich is not particularly interested in young people like Lang Liangyue, and the relationship between the two is relatively ordinary, with little cooperation.

Especially when Lang Liangyue entered the peak of his career, he gave solo concerts in various places around the world.

While Argerich chose to give up the reduction of solo concerts and play more ensemble concerto works, the communication between the two was a little less.

Even having Barenboim over there doesn't make a huge difference.

Barenboim glanced at Argerich, didn't say anything, but continued to talk to Lang Liangyue.

"But I'm actually a little curious. What did you do, Liangyue, to make Fu Diao target you so much? It's Beethoven and Chopin. I'm really curious."

"Aiming at me? It shouldn't be so, I feel like I didn't do anything?" Lang Liangyue showed an innocent expression, and spread his hands: "The last time I communicated with him was last time. Last time I played music During the meeting, after the concert, he seemed to be going to my room to wait for me, and then disappeared suddenly for some reason, it couldn’t be because I didn’t go to see him in time and lost my temper?”

"It's definitely not. I can tell from his music interpretation. He is not a person who likes to do that. He is very indifferent to many things and doesn't like to fight, but he also has things that he cares about. As long as you don't touch his lines, he's kind of indifferent to everything."

"Wire?"

Lang Liangyue froze for a moment, not understanding what Barenboim was talking about, but soon, he frowned.

"I'm not quite sure why Fu Tiao wanted to target me, but I do feel a little bit of Fu Tiao's intention to target me."

"Huh?" Barenboim showed a curious look: "Tell me?"

"I felt that when he was playing Beethoven, he gave me a special look, as if he was going to say something, but he didn't say anything in the end."

Lang Liangyue rubbed her eyebrows, thinking about how she had offended Fu Tiao, and pondered: "I just had a little feeling before, but now Daniel, you said that, I feel a little clearer, I Maybe something really offended him, and then he played this passionate sonata against me...but where?"

Lang Liangyue thought for a long time but couldn't figure it out.

Daniel originally wanted to hear about the enmity between Lang Liangyue and Fu Tiao, but he didn't expect that Lang Liangyue didn't know. At this moment, he couldn't help scratching his head, and habitually took out the stick from his pocket. The cigar was on his lips.

But soon, he realized that he was now in the concert hall, so he shook the hand that was about to take out the lighter, turned his back behind him, and shrugged his shoulders helplessly.

"Since you don't know, then forget it. I just saw you here, so I'll come over and have a chat. If there's nothing else, let's have a drink together after the concert tonight? It's been a long time since you and I have had a drink. .”

"No, forget it, I don't want to drink with you."

Lang Liangyue looked at Barenboim in front of him with a little disgust, and said bluntly: "You still smoke cigars when you drink, and you like to blow smoke on my face, so the devil wants to drink with you. It’s okay to have a meal together, but it’s fine to drink.”

"Okay, let's have dinner together later! Hahahaha, for some reason, I have the illusion of a child growing up..."

Barenboim couldn't help laughing, shook his head helplessly, and said to Argerich next to him: "Marta, let's go, Dior will start performing in a while, go back and have a rest, Just get ready to go."

"OK, all right."

Argerich nodded, and was about to turn around and leave, but couldn't help but think of something, turned his head to look at Barenboim and Lang Liangyue, and asked.

"If I remember correctly... Fu Tiao's second half of the work he is going to play is Chopin's Four Ballades?"

"Well, Chopin's four ballads." Lang Liangyue is familiar with the number of treasures: "His masterpiece, although I have not heard it, but I know he played very well, Ms. Argerich, I remember that you were Chopin International Piano Judges of the competition, you should have heard his Chopin Ballade, right?"

"I've heard it, it's very powerful, very good."

Argerich nodded, and asked Lang Liangyue, "Lang, what was the work you played a few days ago? Is it also Chopin?"

"That's right, Chopin's Four Scherzos." Lang Liangyue nodded, looked at Argerich's frowning brows, and asked curiously, "What's wrong? Ms. Argerich, have you thought of anything?" ?”

"That's right, Junior Sister..." Seeing Argerich's gaze, Barenboim coughed and coughed twice, then changed his address and said, "Marta, have you thought of anything?"

"I feel like I guessed a little bit of Dior's thoughts."

Argerich withdrew his gaze from staring at Barenboim, looked at the empty stage and the bewildered Lang Liangyue beside him, sighed, and said.

"Do you remember the Dior you felt before? You said that Dior might be particularly obsessed with something, right?"

"Well, I said so." Barenboim nodded, and then he also thought of something, looked at Argerich, frowned and said, "You mean... he is particularly obsessed with music?"

"um, yes."

Argerich nodded: "I knew Fu Tiao a long time ago. About a year ago, Dior was still an ordinary piano student. His music was very good, but he lacked the feeling of Chopin in his music. , I helped him, and you will know the story behind, he became the champion of the Chopin International Piano Competition."

"Since then, I have felt Dior's dedication to music, and now it seems that his persistence is more serious than you and I imagined."

Marta Argerich looked at the bewildered Lang Liangyue, couldn't help but smiled, walked to his side, and patted him on the shoulder.

"If I'm not mistaken, Fu Tiao didn't have such a strong motivation in the first place. The reason why he is like this is because of your performance."

"My performance?" Lang Liangyue pointed to her nose with a puzzled face: "What does it matter to me?"

"Because he's been following you thinking you're going to rise up and show the air of a title contender, but unfortunately, you didn't show the performance of a player who wants to compete for the best of the year this year, and even playing him feels very ordinary and doesn't suit you at all. Chopin's scherzo of identity, so... he decided to tell you how Chopin should be played."

Argerich patted the shoulder of Lang Liangyue who was already a little sluggish again, and left without saying a word.

Barenboim glanced at Lang Liangyue with great interest, grinned and said: "I told you to be bad, this will anger the younger generation, I can't wait to see how Dior will teach you a lesson. "

After that, he also stepped forward, patted Lang Liangyue on the shoulder, then turned his back and left happily humming a ditty.

Only Lang Liangyue with a sluggish face was left behind.

when!
The bell in the concert hall rang, heralding that the second half of Fu Tiao was about to begin.

A dense crowd swarmed towards the concert hall.

The concert hall, which might have taken more than ten minutes to fill up, was filled to capacity within a few minutes.

Without any sound, everyone is looking forward to the start of the second half.

Lang Liangyue struggled for a long time, finally shook his head, and looked at the closed stage together with everyone.

click...

The concert hall gradually dimmed, but the lights on the stage became even hotter.

Under the scorching light, Fu Diao stepped out with thunderous applause and sat down in front of the piano.

He didn't start his performance immediately, but turned his head to look at the people off the stage, and said softly to them.

"Next, I will play Chopin's four ballads, and I will prove that..."

"What is the real Chopin!"

(End of this chapter)