Raymond's hand was still on the piano, this was a contest about the future of fate, he couldn't stop, and he couldn't lose, but at this time he still couldn't help but cast a puzzled and mocking look at Fu Yufeng. There is an old saying in the East called "Take your own shortness and overcome your strengths", Fu Yufeng is not a person who has been silent for too long, and even forgot this most basic taboo?

But it doesn't look like it. Fu Yufeng's eyes were lowered, his gaze was fixed on the piano, ignoring his gaze, and his fingers jumping on the piano in an orderly manner, without the slightest hysteria. There is no tension around him, it doesn't look like he's playing a game, but it seems like he's reminiscing and summarizing, and his movements are steady and slow.

Like the "Dawn Sonata" he played, it was melodious and natural, playing Beethoven's music, but it did not give the listener a feeling of Beethoven.

This is it, Raymond couldn't help but feel his heart beat. When playing works, pianists generally have their own preferences for being good at, and of course, they also have their own weaknesses. Now this generation of young performers, including him and Fu Yufeng, the technical level has become more and more mature, just from the performance skills comparison, it is difficult to distinguish between him and Fu Yufeng, their weaknesses and shortcomings are not reflected in the technical level, but in the style of performance and emotional expression.

To put it simply, personal characteristics affect the performance style. If he Raymond is a warrior with a sword and armor in performance, Fu Yufeng is a gentleman with a good demeanor. Usually a bloody war song, a hymn with wind and things, the blazing and light are clearly distinguished. It's not that you can't play cross-playing, but due to personal style, there are always parts that you are good at and what you are not good at. Based on this lack of skill, there will always be some incongruity when playing, and it is generally difficult to overcome it completely, after all, the better the performer, the more unable to break through their inherent habits.

Fu Yufeng is best suited to play Debussy's "Moonlight" quietly on a solo piano, and his Raymond specialty is to play Beethoven's works passionately. The style of this "Dawn Variations" is not typical, but Fu Yufeng obviously has no advantage over him, playing Beethoven with Debussy's technique is like a scribe hanging a gun, even if it looks decent, but he can't hide his Raymond's piano sound!

Raymond snorted, retracted his gaze, and his hand that had been playing the sub-key was ready to go, and when the E major was in the sub-major theme, he suddenly exerted his strength, crumpling the clear and clear tune on the high chords, and raised the octave of the right hand several times, and the left middle range was intensively coordinated, completely suppressing Fu Yufeng's piano sound. He knew Beethoven's repertoire so well, he was able to modify the pitch and snap the shot quickly, and he was determined to completely disrupt Fu Yufeng's rhythm.

Didn't he dare to fight for his hand speed when he played La San before, and now he plays "Dawn Variations" to the fastest, can Fu Yufeng still keep up? Raymond pressed the beat he knew so well, and he kept increasing his speed with ease. Passionate love, brilliant trills, sunlight and waves poured from his fingertips, and another soft swirling scale miraculously kept up with his tempo, adding rich layers and thickness to the ensemble. Raymond almost finished playing a piece of music intensively, and a faint sense of surprise and unwillingness swelled in his heart.

Such a fast-paced Fu Yufeng can actually keep up, is his hand no longer in trouble? The information he received before was that his illness might be fine, but his hand should not have fully recovered! No, this tune could be played faster anyway!

However, this movement is almost finished, and the transition between movements is gradually decreasing and slowing down, and will eventually return to the rotating scale that Fu Yufeng has been playing. Raymond gritted his teeth unwillingly, it was almost a little bit, and Fu Yufeng might not be able to keep up! His finishing playing speed was not slow but fast, and his hand speed had soared to the extreme, when he suddenly heard another sound of the piano stopping, Fu Yufeng's hands left the surface of the piano, and raised his head to look at him.

Raymond was first delighted, then shocked.

Without Fu Yufeng's sub-key ensemble, he could hear his own piano completely and clearly. Sharp and high-pitched, dense and breathless, without the beauty of the music and the repertoire, it is almost like a series of crushing noises, which is unbearable to listen to.

Oh no, he was too eager for quick success, and he fell in love with Fu Yufeng's way! The speed of the piece can be adjusted by the performer, but a drastic increase in speed like his showmanship, without taking into account the emotion of the work itself and the transition of the movement, is undoubtedly a big taboo in such a formal competition!

Raymond secretly hated in his heart, but after all, he had a strong psychological element, and quickly calmed down from the manic state surrounded by anger and pride, and hurriedly slowed down his pace, although he handled it properly, after all, it was difficult to recover, and the transition seemed somewhat stiff. Fu Yufeng also pressed the keys again at this time, and played a few low and powerful accents in succession. This is obviously not the scale of the "Nature Sonata", he is about to change the track, Raymond cautiously played a minor chord coordination, unwilling and helpless to wait for Fu Yufeng's next pitch.

After Fu Yufeng finished playing these accents, several slow scales popped up under his hands. Balakirev's "Islam", Raymond suddenly thought in his heart, this piece is also known as "Oriental Fantasia", which is mixed with a strong religious flavor, there are fast and slow in the song, it is very difficult to play, but in terms of the current state, he and Fu Yufeng's skills are no problem, so this one is compared with the emotional processing of this piece.

The mysterious oriental elements and the more mysterious Muslim style, the religious elements often appear solemn, but this is just an enthusiastic dance music, in which the details are handled and emotions expressed, Fu Yufeng, as an Oriental, is undoubtedly more dominant than him. But this kind of thing, Fu Yufeng can think of it, but others can't think of it? A sneer appeared on Raymond's face, and when the melody of this piece was just remembered, he started playing with the same key position as Fu Yufeng.

This one, regardless of the main key and minor key, is a double piano sonata, this fierce and fanatical style, who will die is not yet known!

Three hours is not long, but it is not short, the movement proceeds in an orderly manner, and the time passes minute by minute. This is the last hour, and the competition has finally entered the white-hot stage. The three judges sat in the middle of the two pianos, while the others stood in a circle around several people. The two players keep their heads down intently, their hands flying in the same posture on the keys, like mirrored sides.

When the tune of "Islam" just sounded, Ning Wei sweated in her palms. She didn't know that Fu Yufeng's limit was three and a half hours, and she couldn't deduce that this kind of high-intensity performance greatly shortened Fu Yufeng's hand support time. But she was the person who was most familiar with Fu Yufeng in the field, she stared at Fu Yufeng's hand, and her body began to tremble slightly.

Fu Yufeng is in a state of ease, she has seen a lot. Now she was very unfamiliar with such a situation, and she had only seen it once.

At the coldest of last winter.

What does it mean for a pianist's hands to be so tense that they start to tremble?

It means that his hands are almost unable to support it.

Forty-five minutes to go, hold on a little longer! Ning Wei stood stiffly, her gaze firmly glued to Fu Yufeng's hand. The two pianos are placed opposite each other, the roaring notes are completely intertwined, the music of "Islam" slides through the emotionally rich slow part, the rhythm becomes faster and faster, and the emotional processing gradually transitions to the test of the transition, and the two people speed up the tempo together, unlike the "Nature Sonata", "Islam" is known as one of the ten most difficult pieces to play, this high-speed and accurate performance competition is the part that is predestined when the prelude is sounded.

Exactly the same keys, exactly the same music, which one goes wrong first, which one is out of the game in advance! Everyone watched nervously and excitedly, no one spoke, only the vibrating and fierce sound of the piano, meeting and colliding in the air, sparks flying. Ning Wei's hanging hand clenched into a fist at her side, and when she saw the first drop of bright red on the black and white keys, her eyes were filled with fog, and she wanted to turn her head and couldn't bear to look at it again, but she couldn't even complete such an action.

The wound on the hand is still cracked, and it hurts like this pulling and colliding, right?

But he still lowered his eyes and played intently, without slowing down in the slightest.

Following Ning Wei, the people standing behind Fu Yufeng soon discovered Fu Yufeng's abnormalities one after another. The crowd couldn't help but burst into exclamations, and a few people who were close quickly signaled to the three judges, who realized the severity of the problem and spoke loudly to stop the competition, the movement became louder and louder, but the sound of the two pianos did not slow down in the slightest.

It is understandable that Lei Meng didn't know anything about Yiqiē and was unwilling to stop, but Fu Yufeng knew best why the judges called a stop, and his subordinates still didn't pause at all.

He made it clear that he did not want to give up, and that this willingness should be respected.

The noise gradually subsided, and the series of German words could not be sentenced, but the blood stains on the piano became more and more, staining the keys red with a plain white, and the sound of the piano seemed to carry a trace of unhesitating tragic determination. "Islam" is about to end, Ning Wei has tears all over her face, and she covers her mouth tightly, just afraid that if she doesn't hold herself, she will shout loudly in the next second and make a decision to stop for Fu Yufeng.

But she can't, she doesn't have the qualifications! There was only time left for the last piece to play, and he had been holding on for so long, carrying his own future and the future of another person, even if stopping now could prevent the condition of his hand from worsening, if he and his piano stopped here, his and hers' future would end here, then what was the point of leaving his right hand behind for him?!

So she has no right to decide, she can't speak! Ning Wei bit the back of her hand tightly, and saw that "Islam" was playing to the end in her teary eyes, and the two of them finally slowed down at the same time.

Last one, don't play a tune that tests your hands! Ning Wei prayed with all her might in her heart, and was terrified to hear Fu Yufeng play a few low weak notes before entering the last piece of the repertoire without stopping.

This song is too familiar to Ning Wei.

Liszt's "Dream of Love", the last piece he left behind when he left Austria four years ago, did not finish it.

She stood almost blankly, looking at Fu Yufeng's side face, as if she had seen his abrupt goodbye back then. The pianists are all facing the piano, leaving only a distant side face to the audience, sitting quietly in a corner of the stage, looking small in front of the huge piano.

Then the spotlight on the stage will slowly fall from the sky, illuminating a narrow world in the darkness. The pianist sat in the light, with only the spreading black and white keys in front of him. At that time, he was wearing a formal black suit and white shirt, sitting upright, revealing a handsome and silent side face. When the sound of the piano stopped abruptly, he raised his head, and his eyes were as black as ink, full of cold, distant emptiness and despair. Then all the lights dimmed, and he disappeared from everyone's sight along with the last beam.

This used to be the nightmare that Ning Wei woke up from in the middle of the night for three years, and this time, he was wearing a formal suit like Xiao, playing the same piano, the early spring sun shone in through the floor-to-ceiling windows without hesitation, he sat in a never-extinguishing light, lowered his eyes in the blood-colored air, with a faint smile on the corner of his lips, and his eyes were peaceful and restrictive.

Die before the doubts of love, and also awaken in the deep kiss of love.

No one can banish him, only his own heart will be covered with dust and clouds. He had carried a heavy shackle forward, and now the past is gone, the clouds are open and the moon is bright, he plays slowly and lowly, and is extremely gentle, not the impression of Debussy, not the cry of Beethoven, not the voice of Liszt.

It is his own love and dreams, songs and poems, beloved girls and warm promises.

In the final five minutes, Raymond stopped with a dejected face. The most taboo emotional handling of the ensemble is obvious, and he has made many attempts, but the noise that cannot be blended is always obvious, and the dying struggle has no meaning.

Fame, status, future, future, this big gamble was initiated by him on his own initiative, and until the last second before he stopped, he never thought that he would lose in the end.

Fu Yufeng didn't say goodbye four years ago, and now he has returned, and it is really an understatement.

The game time stopped, and Fu Yufeng stood up. Raymond looked up at him one last time, only to notice that his hand was still dripping with blood. None of the people present expected this situation, but fortunately, there was a time buffer for the last piano piece, and the first aid kit was also taken. Fu Yufeng underwent a simple bandage, and his white bandaged hand hung down at his side and walked past him.

"You won." Raymond said expressionlessly, with a deep depression in his eyes that he had not noticed himself.

"I can't lose." Fu Yufeng turned his head to look at him and said lightly, "My princess is sleeping in a castle full of thorns, waiting for me to wake her up." So I can't fall here, no matter who the opponent is. ”

This is his mission, and no one can replace it.

She was waiting for him to go, and the lights in the operating room had not yet been extinguished.