pianist from the sea

Chapter 299 Little brother~Don’t let your sister down~
Fu Tiao didn't know the first person on the stage, but seeing the familiar appearance of the people around him, Fu Tiao couldn't help but look at Wang Jia beside him, and asked her in a low voice.

"Who is this person?"

"Hmm... He seems to be called Ma or something. Is his name Marklov? I don't know, I forgot. He is a very talented young pianist."

Wang Jia didn't expect Fu Diao to come and talk to her, so she looked at Fu Diao beside her, thought about her words, and said to Fu Diao.

"I remember that this person came to China to participate in a competition before. He participated in some kind of Beijing International Piano Education Competition, and he was the winner. The competition seemed to be very prosperous at that time, and there were a lot of top-notch students. The piano master came to be the judge, but I don’t know if it will continue later.”

"That's it."

Fu Tiao nodded, indicating that he knew what kind of Yang this person was.

This person should be somewhat similar to the state he was in before he participated in the Chopin International Piano Competition.

Or the state of just winning the Chopin International Piano Competition.

Fu Tiao didn't know what type of competition this Beijing International Piano Education Competition was, but looking at this person's young appearance, he looked like he was not yet 18 years old. He was most likely just here to have fun.

Try your luck.

As for whether you can be selected, it depends on luck.

Fu Diao nodded slowly as he listened to this man's performance and the details in his music.

It goes without saying that this person's piano proficiency is outstanding.

After all, if you can be invited by the organizing committee to perform, there must be no problem.

However, it may be because the time is too short. The practice time of this piece is relatively short for him. Many details are also due to his age. The overall expression is too young, and some deep things are not in place. .

So the overall sound is not that perfect.

When Fu Diao heard about this place, he sighed slowly and spoke to Wang Jia beside him.

"This person probably has no chance. His performance is a bit young, and his handling of details is too childish. Maybe it's because of his age. If he only has this kind of talent, no one will be able to choose him."

"Wow! Fu Diao, did you know? The tone you just sounded was so mature!"

Wang Jia nodded in agreement.

"He seems to be only 17 years old this year. Indeed, as you said, his performance is indeed much younger...wait?"

As she spoke, she felt something was wrong. She glanced at Fu Diao who was sitting next to her and couldn't help but be surprised.

"Wait, Fu Tiao, how old are you this year? I remember you were in your 20s? Are you 25? You shouldn't be? You are only a few years older than him and you can start to judge him as young? Wow, really..."

Wang Jia scratched his head and thought for a while, trying to come up with a suitable word to describe the current Fu Diao, but after ringing for a long time, he couldn't find the most suitable one, so he could only reorganize his sentences and sighed.

"When I was with you, I didn't feel that you were a young man at all. Now that I see this 17-year-old boy on stage, and you look about the same age as him, it really makes people feel good. strangeness."

Fu Diao looked at Wang Jia, who was slightly surprised, and couldn't help but blinked.

"Well, piano proficiency shouldn't have anything to do with youth, right?"

"It's irrelevant, but you are only a little bit older, and then I can still comment with you on a pianist who is almost the same age as you. It feels weird."

Wang Jia shook his head, put this thought aside, coughed slightly, and continued to Fu Diao.

"Well, no matter how you put it, this person's level is indeed not good enough, but judging from his appearance, he may just come here to give it a try and try his best. He doesn't have any special expectations for what kind of results he can get."

"Approximately how many people are present and have a chance?"

The man named Marklov on the stage finished his performance, stood up and bowed slightly to everyone, briefly stated his program preparation to the judges above, and then selected the key points to perform.

It's just that the judges or members of the organizing committee didn't seem to be moved. After whispering to each other for a while, they shook their heads slightly in an invisible manner.

It was obvious that this man had been sentenced to death.

Even if the people behind him haven't listened yet, these judges have no intention of letting this person come on stage.

Seeing him trying hard to win the favor of the judges, Fu Diao couldn't help but ask Wang Jiakai.

"Didn't I remember that many world-class pianists came to this place? There were national treasure pianists from Iran, national treasure pianists from Iraq, etc. They all came to participate. They Approximately when will it appear?"

"Probably... we have to wait until the performance of these young people is over, and no one can win the favor of that group of people, and then it will be the turn of the old men, right?"

Wang Jia looked at the people around him and said to Fu Diao.

Is it really?

Fu Diao picked up the key to his piano room in his hand. The number written on it was No. 45. He looked at the key beside Wang Jia casually swinging in his hand. The number on it was No. 32, and he shook his head slightly.

This number may have other meanings, otherwise if it were just arranged according to age and seniority, there would be no way he would be ranked No. 45 no matter what.

He should be near the front.

Wang Jia didn't pay attention to the key in Fu Diao's hand. She leaned back slightly, leaning on the back of the chair, her slender thighs intertwined, lying there in an extremely free posture, looking at the pianists who were playing. Look relaxed.

Just like she just said.

From the first pianist to the 10th pianist, they are basically all young people.

17 years old, 19 years old, 20 years old.

Most of everyone gathers at this age.

The youngest of them was probably a little girl, a very good little girl.

She was probably brought here to play by her mother, who was about 15 years old.

She went on stage and showed everyone an extremely splendid virtuoso work. After the virtuoso piece was over, she started to play the Mozart piece she selected.

Listening to her dazzling performance, everyone was mostly surprised and shocked.

But when it came to her Mozart works, everyone's mood became calmer.

Well, this person should focus on participation.

It was obvious that after her performance, the people from the organizing committee did not even let her speak about the composition of her concert, and asked her to leave the stage directly after her performance.

The little girl never expected that such a situation would occur. Her lack of experience in the situation almost caused her to almost collapse.

Her mouth was pouted and she almost cried.

But because she was a grown-up after all, not a child, she suppressed her emotions and returned to her seat, continuing to listen to other people's performance.

In the concert hall, one after another came on stage to perform.

Until an Asian man from Canada with long brown curly hair.

Bruce Liu.

Should the Chinese name be Liu Yu?
This man had a very sunny and cheerful look on his face. He was tall and thin, but he was not weak. Instead, he looked strong and strong.

Before he started playing, Wang Jia beside him nodded and spoke with great approval.

"This guy has a good figure, he should be like me."

"Huh? Same as you?"

Fu Diao glanced at Wang Jia beside him and blinked involuntarily.

Wang Jia's body lines are extremely strong. Even though she is wearing very revealing clothes, when you look at her figure, you can't think of any obscene thoughts in your heart. All you can think of is...

This man's body is so strong and powerful.

Then that person...

Fu Tiao looked back at Liu Yu, who was about to play, and couldn't help but click his tongue.

"Are you sure... you two are the same?"

"Of course!"

Wang Jia said with great certainty.

"Of course. I can tell at a glance that this Liu Yu must have practiced. His swimming must be particularly strong, otherwise he would not be able to become what he is now. Even if his muscle lines are wrapped under clothes, I can still see his state."

"Really?"

"Of course it's true. Didn't I know that I practiced it myself? He must be a very good swimmer. If you have time later, you can try asking him to go swimming. His figure is absolutely amazing. Will you come?"

"Me? I'll let it go."

Fu Diao shook his head and directly rejected Wang Jia's kindness.

It's not that he doesn't know how to swim, or that he's afraid of water or anything.

It's just that I'm not very interested in swimming in the pool.

Although Wang Jia has a great figure, with obvious muscle lines all over his body, and can even reach the level of hotness, Fu Tiao really has no interest.

If you have this time, why not go to the gym and play with irons?

He has become a little obsessed with the gym recently. Camilo had said that he would take him to the gym to exercise.

After Camilo entered the gym, he hooked up with the girls who were wearing yoga pants and showing off their apartments, leaving Fu Tiao alone in that place to practice.

However, he did not completely lose his conscience. He also found an East Asian girl with a similarly explosive figure to come over and practice with Fu Tiao.

Teach the master how to exert force and so on.

As the girl traced her fingers across Fu Diao's body and leaned against him tightly, allowing him to feel the movement of her muscles, Fu Diao began to fall in love with this exercise.Especially after discovering that practicing in the gym could improve his piano skills, he became even more enthusiastic about this sport.

Many pieces that were a bit tiring to play before were no longer a shortcoming after his physical strength increased.

In areas where arm strength is required and arm tendons are severely worn out, Fu Tiao can control the power output of his arms without overtaxing his arms.

Although there is no way to make his professional level qualitatively change, it can be done to make his playing more relaxed.

This is the main reason why Fu Diao particularly likes the sport of iron lifting.

But I don’t know why, but the little East Asian girl who stayed close to me at first and taught me how to build muscles stopped teaching me a few times, and she didn’t even want to come to the gym anymore. Really It's a bit of a pity.

Where can I find such a free coach?

It's a pity that I don't even know her name or which country she is from...

Fu Diao shook his head and spoke to Wang Jia, who was tapping Erlang's leg next to him.

"Are you still in Europe later?"

"What's wrong? You want to ask your sister out to play? Tsk tsk, if it were anyone else, I would probably say sorry, I don't have time, I have a lot of music festivals to attend later, but if it were you..."

Wang Jia looked at Fu Tiao beside him and couldn't help but said happily.

"If it were you, it's not impossible for my sister to agree. After all, you can invite me. My sister is very happy. But did you just reject my sister's swimming invitation? My sister doesn't like it anymore."

Speaking of this place, Wang Jia smiled at Fu Diao, and there was no way to hide the smile in his eyes.

It seemed that after she suddenly discovered that Fu Tiao was not that old and that Fu Tiao was not that strange, she relaxed a lot. She no longer seemed a little restrained when talking to Fu Tiao. Instead, she joked and called herself sister. .

She is almost ten years older than Fu Diao, so there is nothing wrong with calling herself her sister.

If there are another ten years, if Dafu Tiao is almost 20 years old...

You can probably call her aunt.

But Fu Diao didn't pay attention to the joke in her tone. Instead, he touched his chin thoughtfully and shook his head slightly.

"Originally I wanted to ask you to go to the gym, but after thinking about it I decided not to. I don't like swimming in small pools. Let's do it next time. Next time we have a chance, we can go to the beach. If we go to the beach, that's fine. Forget it in the swimming pool."

"Good guy, do you still want to talk about a private beach? You don't want to ask me to go to Germany's classic nudist beach, do you?"

Wang Jia did not expect that Fu Diao would directly change from a normal gym invitation to a beach invitation. Then he thought that Fu Diao was now in Germany, and the most popular German beach was the naturist beach.

His eyes lit up for a moment, he swallowed lightly and joked.

"Although my sister doesn't agree, is our progress going too fast?"

"Huh? What?"

Fu Tiao was stunned, not hearing the teasing in Wang Jia's mouth. Instead, he was a little confused and said with a slight doubt.

"What progress?"

"that is……"

Wang Jia looked at Fu Diao's dull look and originally planned to continue teasing him, but unexpectedly, the next moment, someone patted her shoulder and whispered to her.

"Ms. Wang Jia, now it's your turn to take the stage."

"Huh? Oh oh oh, okay, no problem."

Wang Jia's expression became calm again, and after a slight cough, he returned to his normal sitting posture.

Then, under the gaze of everyone, he stood up extremely gracefully, strode to the piano, looked around everyone with a smile, and bowed with an extremely powerful gesture.

And the intensity of her bow can only be described as breathtaking.

Holding the edge of the piano with her right hand, she made a fierce thrust and bent over 100 degrees, then stood up even more quickly.

This posture, this strength.

If he were allowed to do it, Fu Tiao felt that he might suffer from orthostatic hypotension.

This is too fierce. Is this a person who swims and works out every day?
It's hard to say what Fu Diao is, but I can only sigh that Wang Jia's physical strength is shocking.

But all his thoughts about Wang Jia disappeared in the next moment.

Because Wang Jia started her performance.

She chose Mozart's Turkish March.

After hearing the works she selected, many people breathed a sigh of relief, because Lang Liangyue would definitely not choose the Turkish March.

But the next moment, they knew how outrageous their relief just now was.

Why can Wang Jia be called the female version of Lang Liangyue?

Not just because she is Lang Liangyue's junior sister, both of them are Chinese at the same time, but because...

Her level is not inferior to Lang Liangyue!
Lang Liangyue has so many junior sisters, and there are also many Chinese people, but she is the only one who can be called the female version of Lang Liangyue.

Her hands landed lightly on the piano keyboard, and the sound of the beginning of the Turkish March came out.

Just when everyone thought she was going to play Turkish march normally, she changed.

She did not play the Turkish march normally, but directly changed the key of this Turkish march.

Change of tone is not the end, but the starting point.

A series of gorgeous jazz chords hang on top of the Turkish march.

"This, this is..."

The people around Fu Diao were stunned for a moment, not knowing what to say. However, the next moment, someone else gave him the answer.

"Jazz version, Turkish March."

Everyone didn't know what kind of expression they should look at Wang Jia in front of them.

But Wang Jia knows what emotions he should use when looking at the people around him.

She turned her gaze to the slightly serious Fu Diao behind her, winked at Fu Diao with a slightly playful expression, and then placed her fingers directly on the piano and began to roar at an unimaginable speed.

Countless gorgeous chords flow on the piano.

The main melody of the Turkish march looms above the music.

Every time you think Wang Jia might play the main theme of the Turkish March, Wang Jia will tell you...

Are you kidding me?
I haven't had enough fun yet.

Just like Fu Tiao before her, she also has a special liking for virtuoso works such as jazz.

Like others, she did not perform her own works according to the title songs given by the organizing committee, but followed her own temperament and played the works she wanted to perform.

Isn’t it just a Turkish march?

Anyway, there is not much hope of getting in. I will have an equally important concert to perform in a short time, and you can't just ask me not to perform.

So let’s just start playing on this spot.

Looking at Wang Jia waving his fingers wantonly on the stage, the entire audience was silent, with no one willing to speak.

They don't know what to say.

Everyone was silent until Wang Jia finished his performance, finished the assessment with a particularly explosive chord, and ran back to his seat without even talking about the structure of his concert.

Until the next player timidly gets up to perform his performance.

The result was obvious. His hands shook and he completely forgot what he was going to play.

This person is not a young man, but a pianist in his 40s, probably a professor at a large music academy.

But he didn't expect that in this place, because of the extraordinary performance of Wang Jia, who was in his thirties, he would be able to break through his defense.

"As expected of the female version of Lang Liangyue."

Everyone looked at the relaxed Wang Jia and couldn't help but think so.

But Wang Jia didn't have any consciousness. He resumed his lazy sitting posture, crossed his legs, winked at Fu Diao and said with a smile.

"How's it going? How's your sister playing?"

"Very strong." Fu Tiao answered truthfully.

"Then, can you let me see how good you are?"

Wang Jia smiled and poked Fu Diao, licked his lips and said.

"Don't let your sister down~"

"Will not."

Fu Diao nodded, looked at the assessment that was going on rapidly in the distance, and said relaxedly.

"You won't be disappointed for sure."

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(End of this chapter)