pianist from the sea

Chapter 270 Waldeinsamkeit
Countless howls were crying in the extremely sad second theme interpreted by Fu Tiao. They struggled to pray to the gods they believed in for the last glimmer of glory, longing for the gods to send divine punishment and to wave to them. Enemies with the scythe are completely wiped out.

The gods couldn't bear to open their eyes, because if they opened their eyes, the world would be hell.

But the struggle in his ears forced him to open his eyes and look at the almost destroyed world.

Not knowing whether it was the forbearance in the heart of the gods, or the enemies who were slaughtering the people violated his interests, he finally closed his eyes again.

Just closing his eyes this time, He agreed to their request.

"I long for the gods, longing for him to send down divine punishment, wipe out those villains, give us a brand new home, and let us stand on this land again."

"However, I know that my prayers are too greedy. Even the most benevolent god will not grant my prayers, so... I would like to sacrifice the lives of the whole village, and pray for your sight to come to the world. Destroy us, together with those villains, and let everything return to the original peace of nature."

"Silence enveloped me, I don't know how the gods will answer, but the boiling flames outside the window illuminate the glass that is almost covered with blood, my body seems to have been covered with bloody coarse cloth, and the noise outside the house seems to be getting closer , I seem to be able to smell the blood flowing from their swords."

"The one on the tip of the knife seems to be my mother, the one left on the back of the knife is somewhat similar to my godfather, and the one just thrown into the blood-soaked, slightly swollen ground is my mother who was just born. Anniversary sister..."

"They are getting closer and closer to me, but the gods have not given me half a response. It seems that he has given up on this world..."

"I heard that the door has been knocked open by them, and the purgatory separated by the thick door has unstoppably permeated into this narrow church. I seem to have heard their laughter and heard them wiping away The friction of blood on the blade, and..."

"His approval!"

boom!
Fu Tiao raised his hand, and then slammed it down.

The beauty and pain in the music are completely integrated at this moment, despair and hope seem to be inseparable from each other, and the world seems to return to chaos at this moment.

He finally agreed to the believer's request and gave those who raised the butcher's knife a small punishment.

The rain became heavier and heavier, from dots to lines, and finally filled the sky, extinguishing all the fires and hopes above the ground, and at the same time, it brought natural disasters, the punishment He gave.

The lake broke its embankment, completely submerged everything downstream, embraced all the good and bad things in the world into the embrace of the flood, and completely wiped them out.

He didn't care, but since his followers asked, he agreed.

Although there is no perfect ending, everything has finally come to an end.

And this end, in exchange for lasting peace.

Dang dang, dang dang, dang dang...

Fu Tiao's hands dropped and pulled up, down and up, the music was lingering, and everything returned to the original tranquility.

It's just that in this piece of tranquility, what is brought is not the tranquility at the beginning of the story, but the most powerless tranquility.

Everything was completely buried under the lake, and no one knew what happened before, let alone the sin and simplicity hidden under the music.

Everyone didn't know what they should say. They looked at Fu Tiao in front of them, and even felt a little dry mouth, not knowing how to deal with it.

Under such calm, the music completely dissipated, turning into a ripple in the space without any traces.

Silence, silence, still silence.

No one is willing to make any sound at this moment to break the remnants of this musical beauty.

They could only look at Fu Tiao so quietly, and use their extraordinarily hot eyes to express the most exciting enthusiasm in their hearts.

If it weren’t for the fact that the concert has not yet come to an end, the second piano ballad has just ended, and the third piano ballad and the fourth piano ballad have not been finished, they might have started to applaud vigorously now, Express the excitement in their hearts to Fu Tiao.

And Fu Tiao seemed to have noticed the passion in their hearts, he raised his finger, did not look at the crowd, but raised his hand, and slowly pressed the first note.

The first note of Chopin's Ballade No. [-] for Piano.

……

On the other side of Fu Tiao's god-level performance scene, although it was about nine o'clock in the evening in Europe and nearly ten o'clock in the evening, there were still many people who hadn't slept and were still working.

For example, the group at Deutsche Grammophon.

Although Huaguo often says that people in Europe respect the eight-hour working system, as long as it exceeds eight hours, they will not be willing to continue working. , they also report the company.

But in fact, every country has corresponding curled people and flat people, but there are more people who lie flat in Europe, especially for those who can see their heads at a glance, they prefer to lie flat .

Or people who earn enough money, they will also be willing to lie flat.

And Deutsche Grammophon does not belong to either of these two, especially not to Fu Tiao's agent.

He works around the clock. When he has a job, he is extremely busy, and when he has no job, he is in a panic.

During the summer festivals, he was extraordinarily busy with the coordination of countless artist jobs within the Gramophone company.

It is precisely because of this that he did not accompany Fu Tiao to his concert. After all, he is not the exclusive manager of Fu Tiao alone. He is only responsible for sending Fu Tiao to the Ruhr Piano Festival. As for the subsequent work, He didn't care much.

After all, everyone has entered the Ruhr Piano Festival, what else can you do for Fu Tiao?You can't serve tea and water to ask for warmth, right?He still has so many things to prepare, and he doesn't have time to serve Fu Tiao alone.

Recently, he managed to coordinate the performance time of all the artists, and finally got some time to spend with his family.

As a result, when he took his family of three and took two trekking poles alone, he walked [-] kilometers in the forest to find a relatively flat place to set up a tent for camping, when a phone call came in suddenly.

"Hey, hello? Do you hear that?"

The agent looked at the mobile phone in his hand, turned his head to look at the children who were cutting down trees to build a campfire, and his wife who smiled and looked at him, with a bitter expression on his face, sighed, and reluctantly took the mobile phone to a corner , asked into the phone.

"This is Zimmering, Deutsche Grammophon's manager, what can I do for you?"

"Hi Zimmering, this is the director of the Ruhr Piano Festival, and I'm Miller, the director of the German region."

"Hi Miller, I know you. I have your notes on my phone." Zimmerlin felt his head hurt a little, so he squatted down, rubbed his eyebrows, and asked Miller: " Is there something wrong with the artist on my side? Is it Dior Fu? If I remember correctly, he is at the concert tonight, right? What happened to him?"

"He has no problem, don't worry too much."

Miller on the other end of the phone smiled cheerfully.

At this moment, Miller was standing in the small room on the side of the concert hall. In front of him was the concert recorder, which was responsible for recording the concert pianist's performance.

Outside the small house is the Essen Concert Hall.

Fu Diao is playing in it.

Miller glanced greedily at Fu Tiao being played, and the smile on his face became extraordinarily bright, and he spoke to Fu Tiao's manager, Zimmerlin.

"I just want to tell you that Dior played very well tonight."

"Huh... yes, that's pretty good." Zimmerin couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief when he heard Miller's words, and turned his head to look at his wife who was playing with the child behind him, feeling very comfortable: "Then Is there anything? You want to inform me about Fu Tiao? I don't think Miller you called me just to tell me that Dior's playing is very good."

"Zimmering!"

Before Zimmerlin finished speaking, his wife stood up and waved her arms vigorously at him, shouting loudly: "I will take our children for a walk into the forest to pick some mushrooms and wild vegetables for dinner tonight. For dinner, there is still some firewood here that hasn’t been cleaned up, remember to clean it up later, and then don’t forget the tent! The tent hasn’t been set up yet!”

"Okay, I know!"

Zimmerlin looked at his wife who turned around and walked towards the mountain, and immediately waved his hand to show that he understood, and then apologized to Miller on the other end of the phone.

"Sorry, I'm not in Berlin right now, I'm on vacation near Brandenburg... If there's anything else, can I trouble you to highlight it, I still need to be with my wife and my children, life is short, The most important thing is to be with you, Mr. Miller, you should know, right?"

"Of course, if I have such a chance to take a vacation, I will also choose to come out to accompany my children. I like the forests near Brandenburg very much. They are tall and dense, and the feeling of standing alone in the forest The feeling of loneliness (Waldeinsamkeit) makes me obsessed, but it's a pity, I think you probably won't be able to continue to enjoy that feeling of loneliness tonight, and your vacation may end early..."

"What do you mean?"

Zimmerlin felt something was wrong when he heard Miller's words, he couldn't help frowning, and asked, "Why do you say that I can't enjoy that feeling?"

"The reason is very simple, Dior, he played a god-level scene."

Miller said cheerfully.

The tone was very light, but it pierced Zimmerin's brain like a thunderbolt. He looked at the mobile phone in his hand in disbelief, his whole head was a little confused, he couldn't help swallowing, and asked hesitantly.

"Wait, let's check first, you're talking about Dior Fu, right?"

"correct."

"It's that Dior Fu who won the Chopin International Piano Competition, right?"

"correct."

"This year is 2016. In June, Dior is 6 years old this year. I didn't come to the future in 19, or 2026... right?"

"Yes, this year is 2016."

Miller nodded with a sincere tone: "You heard me right, that is the 19-year-old Dior Fu, the champion of the Chopin International Piano Competition, showed his most perfect strength in today's performance at the Ruhr Piano Festival. A god-level scene."

"This fucking... grass!"

When Zimmerlin heard this, his first reaction was not excitement or joy, but another indescribable emotion.

Pain mixed with surprise.

His vacation was in jeopardy, but his entertainers performed well.

He squeezed his eyebrows in pain, squatted down and said to Miller.

"Okay, I see, when will the master tape of your record come out?"

"We should be able to come out tonight. We will stay up late to sort out. Dior's concert will end in less than half an hour. We can sort out everything about the concert at around twelve o'clock tonight, and send For you guys."

"Okay, just send it to me when Dior's concert is over. I will try to get everyone into a state of preparation tomorrow morning. Thank you for your help. Let's see when you are free. Let's meet for a drink."

"Hahahaha, let's talk about it after you finish Dio's business."

Miller laughed twice and hung up the phone.

And Zimmerlin sighed.

In the distance, his wife and children were holding wild mushrooms and wild vegetables in their hands. They walked towards the camp talking and laughing. After cleaning the wild vegetables, they put them into a small aluminum iron pot and boiled them. The sound of gurgling echoed in the forest. , but never inspired the birds.

His wife seemed to have noticed Zimmerlin's bad mood, so she couldn't help but took two steps forward, gently put her arm around Zimmerlin's shoulder, and asked.

"Zimmerin, what's the matter? What happened?"

"No, it's okay...just wait for me."

Zimmerin shook his head, got up and walked to the campfire, split the firewood that had not been processed, put it aside, and then went to the side to set up their camp.

After finishing all this, Zimmerin let out a long sigh of relief, and smiled at his wife beside him.

"I'm sorry, Linna, I'm really sorry, I can't accompany you, I need to go back to Berlin first, you can continue to enjoy your hiking and camping here, I wish you all the best."

After finishing speaking, he kissed his wife on the cheek twice, turned around and hugged his children, smiled at them, and waved his hands.

"Sorry, I need to go back to Berlin tomorrow morning, so I need to go first, see you at home."

"Zimmerlin..."

His wife looked at Zimmerlin worriedly, but she didn't say anything to stop him from working.

Although Zimmerlin belongs to the kind of person who likes to enjoy, he is not willing to dedicate all his time in exchange for money, but now it is about his artist and the development of Deutsche Grammophon, he has to roll.

So, he planned to walk thirty kilometers in the middle of the night and run all the way back to Berlin.

No, maybe you can go on foot for more than 20 kilometers to the city of Brandenburg, where you can find the main train station, and you can go back by train in the middle of the night without any problem.

He thought about it, without too much hesitation, directly propped up his trekking pole, turned on the light on his chest, and walked towards the deep mountain without any hesitation.

Any time wasted creates subsequent problems.

In addition to the timely release of Fu Tiao's Ruhr Piano Festival record, there is another very important content, that is the awarding of the Ruhr Piano Festival.

In addition to Fu Tiao this year, there is another person, Akadi, who also made a god-level scene.

The old men and women in the organizing committee may not necessarily be biased towards Fu Tiao, they may be biased towards Arkady who has participated in the Ruhr for more than ten years and has not won an award.

After all, people have to work hard without merit, plus they are older, and the chances of performing a god-level live performance next time are small, but there are so many opportunities in the future of Fu Tiao.

Zimmering thought about it with his head, and he knew that those people might think about whether to award this year's Rookie of the Year to Arkady when their brains got hot.

If Fu Tiao didn't come up with a god-level live show this year, he actually didn't have so many ideas, but the problem is that now Fu Tiao has come up with a god-level live show. According to Miller, Fu Tiao's level is exceptionally strong, and it's worth listening to .

Then, many things can start operating.

The Gramophone Awards, the Echo Awards, the Grammy Awards for Classical Music, the Tritone Classical Awards...

If the operation is good, Fu Tiao may be able to win one or two awards. It is not only the glory of Fu Tiao, but also a shot in the arm that their Deutsche Grammophon company has not achieved for so many years.

So, there is no time to waste, he must go back now.

Holding his alpenstock with great strength, he walked step by step into the depths of the forest, and soon came to the path in the forest that had been reclaimed artificially. Along the path, he walked towards Lord Brandenburg without any hesitation. TRAIN STATION.

Even, the distance from here to Brandenburg may be more than 20 kilometers.

In the Essen Concert Hall, Miller did not stop directly after calling Zimmering, but started to make other calls.

With one phone call after another, the lifeless classical music world gradually began to squirm again, and it seemed that there was a little bit of life again.

They surrounded Fu Tiao, watched Fu Tiao from the shadows, and waited for the fruit of Fu Tiao's growth to fall.

Looking forward to the presentation of the most perfect work.

It's just that Fu Diao didn't know this, or even if he knew, he wouldn't care.

Because at this moment all his attention is on the ballad he is playing.

Chopin Piano Ballade No. [-]!
　Waldeinsamkeit lonely in the woods
　　
　
(End of this chapter)