pianist from the sea

Chapter 48 Chopin Op37, No1
Fu Tiao got up and sat down, raised his head and looked at everything above his head with an extremely sad expression.

He sank into the world of music.

From some of the information he searched before, he learned about the creation background of this piece of work.

Chopin and George Sand traveled to Mallorca together, and what should have been a perfect recuperation ended up in vain because of the rainy season.

Heavy rain, mud, bumps, irritability.

All the negative emotions accumulated in the heart cannot be released.

Chopin was lying on the bed in the island and caught cold and fell ill due to the heavy rain, and finally created this work.

He wrote letters to his friends, describing the harshness of the island and his illness, and this work is called... nostalgia.

When he was just backstage, he heard a lot of people playing, thinking about the feeling of those people playing.

Cooperating with the thinking logic of Chopin's Nocturne just listened to by Shan Yi, he integrated everything he had about Chopin into it.

The feeling of music arises spontaneously.

His hand slowly lifted, gently placed on the piano, and his fingers dropped.

when……

An incomparably clear and transparent tone slowly gushed out, carrying a strong sense of sadness.

Thick, thick, heavy.

Makes it difficult to move forward.

Even if it is followed closely by an extremely light ornamental sound, there is no way to conceal the sadness shrouded in the music.

Emotions gradually declined, as if falling into a deep pool.

The teachers off the stage couldn't help but put away their indifferent expressions. They looked at Fu Tiao who was performing on the stage at this moment, and their eyes couldn't help but light up.

"This student...is very interesting? What's his name?"

"I heard it's called Fu Diao. Before that, he studied with the teacher of the Central Academy. Later, he transferred to the Haicheng Academy and followed the teacher He Shen here."

"Hiss... He Shen, this guy, he prostituted a good seed for nothing! Why didn't the teacher in the Central Academy continue to teach? I'm curious."

"Who knows? But... Fu Tiao's performance is really good!"

"really."

Several teachers communicated in low voices, and they sank their bodies into the chairs along with the music of Fu Tiao, with extremely relaxed expressions.

They still had a little idea before, and they were a little afraid that Fu Tiao's performance would not be satisfactory, so they could discuss with other teachers how to improve.

Now hearing Fu Tiao's performance, more than [-]% of their thoughts have been removed from their hearts, and they only have to listen carefully.

At this moment, Fu Tiao's performance was out of the category of students, enough for everyone to let go of their extra thoughts.

The smile on Shan Yi's face never disappeared. He just lay on his back in the chair in the concert hall, listening to Fu Tiao's performance in front of him, with a smile on his lips.

Nothing was said.

He didn't have to say anything either.

After all, none of the people present was deaf, and even all the people present were the group of people with the best ears in China.

Their understanding of music is naturally not bad.

Some of them originally planned to chat with Shan Yi, but now they heard Fu Tiao's performance, and all their thoughts were put away.

Immerse yourself completely in the music of Fu Tiao!

Music, incomparably soft, perfect!
Fu Tiao is definitely considered to be the top group of people in the world in terms of understanding the aesthetics of music.

After all, before that, he was even known as the number one pianist of the five oceans. If he didn't have the ability to appreciate music, he wouldn't be able to perform perfect works.

Know that no one can create a work of art beyond their level of appreciation.

No one can make money beyond their own understanding.

The truth is the same.

The higher Fu Tiao's understanding of music and appreciation of aesthetics, the higher his upper limit in music.

At this point in time, he hasn't quite hit his ceiling yet.

No one knows how high the upper limit of Fu Tiao is!

All they know now is that the music of Fu Tiao in front of them is almost suffocating.

Incomparably melancholy, gloomy, as beautiful as the sea.

They even felt that they were sitting in front of the window at this moment, listening to the thunderstorm outside the window, and only a single lamp flickered inside the window.

The lights in the house seem to be blown by the storm at any time, and the whole house will be plunged into darkness.

There is no way to erase the sorrow in my heart no matter what.

This feeling made them extremely fascinated.

when……

The main theme disappears almost completely, leaving only the chords.

Pillar chords like counterpoint, pushing the chords hard forward.

A sense of longing and anticipation arises spontaneously.

The bright colors of the major key alternate with the obscure colors of the minor key, revealing the beauty of the music.

Chopin is praying, longing for the sun to come, longing for everything to develop in a better direction.

It's just a pity that the prayer could not be realized after all, and in the end it just returned to darkness.

The extremely dark timbre of the opening part reappears, only this time, the sadness in the music seems to be stronger.

The adhesion between the sound and the sound is also getting stronger.

Sorrow is like water, unable to break free, sinking deeper and deeper.

Finally, the music comes to an end, leaving only a dull sigh.

Fu Tiao raised his hand, and the music ended. There was no sound in the concert hall until the end.

The teachers behind looked at Fu Tiao with strange eyes, and they looked at He Shen who was smirking beside him with a hint of jealousy.

There are such students, if it were them, they might laugh more presumptuously than He Shen.

The other professors, such as department heads, all nodded secretly.

Just judging from what I just listened to, there is almost no problem with Fu Tiao's music performance, and even...it is very eye-catching!

The musical beauty in Fu Tiao's music is rare among the few they have seen.

They exchanged glances with each other and couldn't help but nodded slightly.

"good."

"It's really good, it plays really well."

"Tsk, it would be great if you bring it to me."

"Have you heard some details in him? The second repetition of the subject is very interesting."

"That's right, the place where he plays is very beautiful! I like it too."

"..."

Several judges spoke at the same time, communicated with each other, and agreed.

From what I heard so far, if they were asked to rate Fu Diao, they would definitely be able to score a very high score.

Shan Yi looked at them with a smile, but didn't speak.

……

Jiang Ruijia, who was hiding behind the auditorium, knelt behind the chair, pulled the back of the chair and looked carefully at Fu Tiao on the stage, her whole eyes lit up.

If, if her feelings about Chopin are not wrong.

So!

Fu Tiao, who may have been in trouble because Chopin's feeling is not in place, may continue to improve Chopin's feeling in a short period of time!

He will not just hover in the second round, he may even be able to actually enter the finals and enter the final twenty.

That is to say, those who can get the certificate of merit, in the real sense, are the participants of the Chopin International Piano Competition!
With luck, there will be one more person from Huaguo who can enter the final round!
Thinking of this, Jiang Ruijia became inexplicably excited.

But just when she was getting excited, Chen Yue suddenly grabbed her and dragged her outside.

"Let's go, hurry up while they are discussing, or they may find out when it's over."

"Eh???"

　Don't scold, don't scold, it will be on the shelves tomorrow at 12 noon

　　
　
(End of this chapter)