pianist from the sea

Chapter 269 God, Open Your Eyes

Everyone feels different about Fu Tiao's performance of Chopin, some are shocked, some are surprised, some are intoxicated and feel blessed
But they share an almost identical concept, which is perfection.

Under Fu Tiao's hands, Fu Tiao truly demonstrated his understanding of Chopin, his understanding of romantic works, and his understanding of the piano.

The piano is no longer a piano, but an orchestra, playing on this stage.

The extremely gorgeous timbres are stacked layer by layer, forming a dazzling bloom like fireworks.

No one knows exactly how Fu Tiao played like this. All of them have been completely attracted by the music, and they don't have any extra energy to focus on Fu Tiao being played on the stage. body.

It was precisely because they couldn't concentrate on Fu Tiao that they didn't realize how outrageous Fu Tiao's performance in music was.

It's so outrageous that even if you use a camera to stare at Fu Tiao's hands and carefully analyze his playing method, you still have no way to analyze how he expresses the music as it is now.

His hands are like magic, just brushing across the keyboard, the music will be played naturally.

Whether it is a chord or a rapid continuous scale movement, every flow of music brings unparalleled musical tension. Even the simplest single note can also give people an unpredictable ultimate beauty.

No one knew what to say now, they were just silent, listening to Fu Tiao's performance with closed eyes, feeling Fu Tiao's interpretation of the first piano ballad, until the end of the last chord, everyone was finally able to breathe, Got a little bit of relief.

The feeling of this music is really beautiful.

Not only does it interpret the most perfect and soft part of the music, Fu Tiao even makes people feel the genius temperament in the music.

It is not the temperament of the performer, but the temperament of Chopin.

They looked at the final chord of the music in front of them and raised their hands. They even felt that what was in front of them at this moment was not Fu Tiao from Huaguo.

It was the pianist and piano teacher who traveled across Paris and became the most popular and expensive pianist in Paris.

Frédéric François Chopin.

Fu Tiao is Chopin, and Chopin is Fu Tiao.

It's not like Zhao Chengzhen's interpretation of making himself Chopin, but Chopin's original slightly nihilistic image has the most authentic representative in front of everyone.

Even when they dream at night, the Chopin they can think of will not be the image of a traditional Westerner, but the image of this young man from China in front of them.

Barenboim looked at Fu Tiao in front of him, and for some reason, he even felt a little dry mouth.

He looked at Argerich next to him in disbelief, and asked involuntarily.

"Marta, I have a very serious question to ask you, please answer me very seriously, I want to ask you... Dior's performance of Chopin before is the same as today's performance, so , is it strong?"

Barenboim struggled for a long time, and finally used a powerful term to summarize Fu Tiao's performance today.

He couldn't believe that Fu Tiao's body, which was not broad, could release such a powerful force and interpret everything in the music so perfectly.

Among all the live performances he has heard, there is a high probability that he has never heard a stronger performance than Fu Tiao.

Even counting those works that can be called god-level albums, such as the textbook works recorded by Zimmerman, there are no more than five fingers that can surpass the Fu Tiao version he heard live in the concert hall today.

Powerful, perfect, shocking, unbelievable, this was his first reaction when he heard Fu Tiao's music.

He didn't believe that what he heard today was played by Fu Tiao.

Especially after listening to Fu Diao playing the entire Chopin Piano Ballade No. [-], he was even more surprised.

He could never have imagined that such a work was created by Fu Tiao to teach Lang Liangyue a lesson and tell him what Chopin is.

After all, in his opinion, Lang Liangyue's Chopin is just at the level of a first-tier and second-tier pianist. Even if he is the champion of the Chopin International Piano Competition, his level of performance may not be as strong as the Sonata of Passion just now.

Especially Fu Tiao's age is not very old, that is, he looks about twenty, maybe even younger.

Even if the Chopin played by such a person is awesome, what can it look like?
However, the facts directly slapped him in the face, telling him what is called a real strong man, and also told him what is called a real Chopin.

This kind of interpretation, this kind of performance, and this kind of skill all show one thing, that is, Fu Tiao's level of strength is not as simple as he appears on the surface.

The god-level scene and the winner of the Chopin International Piano Competition, the fusion of the two unexpectedly produced an extremely rare explosive reaction at this moment, which completely pulled his performance to the extreme.

As for why it's rare...

It's not that he doesn't know those top Chopin International Piano Competition champions, and it's not that he hasn't heard the Chopin performed live by those people.

The Chopin played by the group of god-level live performances before was just like that, not particularly outstanding.

Otherwise, it is impossible that the current authoritative version of Chopin's Ballade is the level of Zimmermann, the champion of the Chopin International Piano Competition, who played it after he was almost middle-aged. God-level live and god-level recording.

Everyone is the champion of the Chopin International Piano Competition, everyone has a god-level scene, why are you so special and outstanding?

So this is why Barenboim wanted to ask Argerich for confirmation.

However, Argerich fell silent, and she didn't speak.

"Marta, can you tell me exactly, is he really as powerful as you saw back then?"

Barenboim thought that Argerich didn't understand what he said, so he couldn't help asking again.

This time, Marta Argerich finally sighed, her eyes were particularly far-reaching, and she shook her head slightly.

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

"You don't know? Marta, what do you mean? Why don't you know?" Barenboim was taken aback, frowning and asked: "Didn't you say that he met you at the Chopin International Piano Competition?" , you have also listened to a lot of his performances, why don't you know what his level is?"

"Because, his change is really too big..."

Argerich closed his eyes, not knowing what to say, he just took a deep breath.

Fu Diao on the stage has raised his hand, ready to start the performance of the next work, Chopin Piano Ballade No. [-], which represents Chopin's work from youthful vigor to maturity.

Before Fu Tiao dropped his finger, Argerich suddenly spoke and said a word.

"He is simply a genius, a genius in music! A real... genius!"

The moment her words fell, Fu Tiao's fingers lifted up and landed on the keyboard from the air.

It seemed that the keyboard had become like a spring. When Fu Tiao's finger fell, it gave a wave of upward assistance, causing Fu Tiao's finger to lift up, but pressed a note again.

Spray, tide, peace.

The timbre interpreted by Fu Tiao is just like the sparkling lake surface, which makes people feel the peace from the heart.

This feeling of tranquility like a lake instantly calmed down the emotions of everyone who was a little excited in the music, and turned to look at Fu Tiao seriously, listening to his performance.

All the beauty is presented in his hands, and you can't hear any pain and sorrow in his music, as if the first ballade before it didn't exist at all.

And when he played the emotions in the second ballad, the emotions that everyone had been immersed in the first ballad also disappeared at this moment, leaving only the simplest and purest peace.

There is no desire for the world, but only the admiration for the beauty of music.

They even feel that they are not sitting in the concert hall at this moment, but sitting on the edge of a lake in a forest, looking at the endless lake, blowing the cool breeze on the lake, basking in the gentle sunshine, Gently hug the one you love the most.

This moment made them extremely addicted, and they didn't even want to leave it, they just wanted to be so intoxicated and enjoy all the beauty brought by the music.

For the Chinese people, they may feel that such a scenery doesn't matter, but for the Europeans who lack sunshine, the strong sunlight in the music makes them particularly obsessed.

They even have the illusion that they are boarding a willow light boat and gently swaying in the lake with the swaying of the lake surface.

Just like being in the arms of your parents when you were a child,
This kind of feeling is extraordinarily interesting, and it is also extraordinarily obsessive. This kind of feeling that builds up all the good things in the world directly breaks through everyone's psychological defenses and makes them completely forget about a very important thing.

That is, this work is not Chopin's boat song, nor is it a nocturne, but a very famous...

Ballade!
And ballads, especially those inspired by Mickiewicz's long poems, are basically not so peaceful, and nothing happens and ends.

On the contrary, these ballades will bring about a fantastic development like a story.

"Lake Svechezi" is the source of inspiration for this second piano ballad.

And in this work, you can hear the cold and icy despair under the music.

When everyone didn't notice at all, the coldness under the music had gradually exposed their fangs to everyone.

The night gradually fell, covering the small town living by the lake, embracing everyone and letting them enter the hometown of their dreams.

Everything seems so beautiful, but everything is so unacceptable.

because……

hum!
When everyone was sinking, Fu Tiao raised his hands, and then pressed down hard.

The particularly heavy second theme in Chopin's Second Piano Ballade was presented in front of everyone.

Panic, fear, helplessness, loss.

The dagger hidden in the darkness finally revealed its fangs to everyone at this moment.

A dense crowd of warriors sneaked into the peaceful and peaceful village by the lake. When everyone in the village was asleep, they cut their throats, let the blood drip, and formed a blood totem on the ground.

The night still covers everything, it has turned into a piece of black silk, blinding God's eyes and ears.

He stood quietly in the dark church, not caring about worldly affairs, not noticing that the blood of His people had eroded the glass, and the colorful glass had only the last color left at this moment. that is……

color.

The emotion in the music is even more intense. I don't know if it's accusing Him of injustice, or lamenting the pain of those ignorant people.

Powerless to resist, there is no room for resistance, and can only wait for the butcher knife to cut down on this village that has no youthful strength.

Even though the flames fell on the ground, igniting everything, and illuminating the greedy faces of the robbers under the black veils, He remained unmoved.

Even though the burning house lit up the black world, and the blood shone on the holy statue, he remained unmoved.

Even though there seemed to be no living things in this world except the bandits, he remained unmoved.

He doesn't care.

He is also the same, unable to hear the painful wailing of the old and weak in the city.

Everything in the music seems to illuminate the darkness extraordinarily deep, swallowing all the light like an abyss.

Everyone who originally believed in Fu Tiao and was immersed in Fu Tiao's music also became extremely distorted at this moment.

They don't know what to say, and all they can feel is a pain that cannot be described in words, a pain that is isolated from the world.

They feel that they are like the gods, watching indifferently that their believers are being slaughtered continuously, unable to recover.

They can feel the pain of believers, but they also have a sense of detachment, as if separated by a thin film.

This itch-like feeling drives them almost crazy.

At this time, Argerich also spoke to Barenboim, who seemed to be a little stunned.

"A genius can always find the answer that suits him by himself, and what I did at the time was just give this genius a little bit of guidance and tell him the way forward."

Barenboim moved his gaze away from Fu Tiao with difficulty, and looked at Argerich beside him, his brows furrowed slightly, not quite understanding what she meant.

However, Argerich did not give Barenboim more room to ask questions. She just looked at Fu Tiao who was building pain and exaggerating despair. She didn't know whether she was facing herself or Barenboim. opened the mouth.

"I didn't do anything, I just told him that Chopin is missing in his music, and playing a composer's work needs to have the composer's own feeling, so if you want to make his music go further, then he You should find the feeling that belongs to Chopin alone.

"However, I didn't tell him that not everyone is suitable to play Chopin, and everyone has their own suitable composer, such as Lang Liangyue, who is suitable for some pianists of the Russian school of music, interpreting their works Very interesting, besides, his German and Austrian works are also very interesting, with his own characteristics in them.

"For Lang Liangyue, he just needs to find a pianist or piano work that fits his style, so that he can display a stronger strength, while for others, even if their style is very similar to Lang Liangyue, They are all the group of people who performed his own works, and they can't just use Lang Liangyue's works as their own works like Lang Liangyue.

"My thoughts on Dior at the time were actually just a simple suggestion. I didn't expect him to be suitable for Chopin. After all, he is obviously a self-centered person. He pays more attention to playing his own feelings rather than To copy the composer's style mechanically, so I actually had a little bit of persuasion in it..."

After her words fell, Barenboim took her words with a smile.

"Then you are wrong. You never imagined that Dior would grow up to what he is now, and you never imagined that he actually showed a level of strength far beyond your imagination at the Ruhr Piano Festival."

Argerich was silent, finally nodded slowly, and admitted: "Yes, I didn't think of it, and I couldn't think of it, I know so many people, no one can do it, even me, I can do it less than...

"Daniel, I am also a genius, I am one in a million geniuses, and I know that I am a genius, so I will be equally tolerant to other geniuses, and I will give them some points that they have not noticed, after all, no matter how genius they are , I am a genius.

"But now, I was wrong..."

Argerich looked at Fu Tiao, with a gleam in his eyes gradually.

Barenboim looked at her, feeling a little dazed for a moment.

He felt that Argerich was shining, just like she was when she was young, releasing a radiance.

After she became a top pianist in the world, she hasn't been like this for a long time. She often doesn't practice the piano, and she often feels guilty because she doesn't practice the piano, hiding in the piano room to practice for a day.

It's been a long time since she practiced the piano because of other people's level, strength and talent.

She is like charcoal that has been burned clean, although it is still emitting preheat, but it is only emitting residual heat.

But now, in Barenboim's feeling, the charcoal that was supposed to be extinguished actually burned again, releasing a second heat.

She, felt the challenge, so she was going to meet the challenge.

Barenboim has forgotten how long he has not seen Argerich like this.

Looking at her, he couldn't help laughing.

And in the hands of Fu Tiao, the god who has been silent and allowed his followers to be slaughtered.

Eyes opened.

　I will go to Harbin Central Street tomorrow, will someone arrest me?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)