Spring comes early in this seaside city.

In the late spring of March, there is already a verdant new green on the road, sporadically pointing to a vibrant spring, dotted between the high-rise buildings and alleys, mixed with classical and trendy traces of the years of carving, with a unique style that is completely different from Austria. The piano is also a musical genre with a long history and active vitality, and it sounds special to choose this place to have a competition between the winners and losers of music.

Ning Wei's hometown is not this city, but this city is a microcosm of this country, and she is not unfamiliar with it. It's just that no matter how much scenery there is, she is no longer in the mood to appreciate it, Ning Wei is wearing a black evening dress, standing in the palatial hall and looking anxiously left and right, when there is only half an hour left before the appointed time, she finally saw a familiar figure at the door, and her heart suddenly relaxed, only to feel that the cold sweat on her body has several layers.

Fu Yufeng walked towards her, the haute couture black suit and white shirt were exquisitely cut and smooth, the cuff details were elegant, and the Windsor knot was straight and smooth, lining his long figure, his eyebrows and eyes were warm and clear, no matter from the perspective of Eastern or Western aesthetics, he was impeccable. Ning Wei hurriedly greeted him, looked him up and down, and patted her chest happily.

"I'm a little scared you won't be able to catch up...... Seeing the news that the plane was delayed, my heart was raised. ”

"It's not too long." Fu Yufeng smiled at her, she was in a good mental state, and she couldn't tell that she had just gotten off the plane and rushed here. He carefully buttoned the cuffs of his shirt, and did not shy away from showing his hands in front of people, revealing the scarred wounds in his palms that had not yet fallen off. Ning Wei's eyelids jumped, and she thought about it but didn't ask more. At this time, it was obviously meaningless to ask him about the situation of his hand, and she also believed that Fu Yufeng knew this, and she would not rashly agree without the ability to fight.

After all, the price hanging on his win or loss today is also Ji Qianyu's future...... Ning Wei sighed in a complicated mood, lowered her voice, and didn't know who to say: "I've endured it without seeing each other for so long, but on the eve of the game, I risked not being able to catch up, and I had to go to see her." I don't know what you think, why didn't you notice that you were such an impulsive person before? ”

"I have a reason why I have to go." From the moment he entered, the eyes around him focused on him one after another. Fu Yufeng gestured to the people he was familiar with, glanced at the long table with a white scarf next to him, picked up a glass of red wine from the table at random, and gestured to Raymond who had been staring at him not far away.

In addition to red wine, there is also a delicious champagne on the table, waiting for the results to come out to add to the celebration. Fu Yufeng's expression remained unchanged, put the empty goblet back in its place, and said lightly: "And I really miss her." ”

…… Is it really good for this person to say such things without changing his face? Ning Wei took two seconds to react to what Fu Yufeng had just said, and threw a stunned glance at the person next to her. Fu Yufeng smiled when he saw this, and waved his hand at her: "I'll go over first, and use the piano to adjust the state." ”

"一qiē顺lì." Ning Wei nodded, watched him turn and leave, and walked towards the two grand pianos placed opposite each other in the open space of the hall. Fu Yufeng's black Stanway was on the left, and he walked to his piano, while Raymond walked opposite him on the other side, and the two sat down almost at the same time. Ning Wei stood on Fu Yufeng's side and looked at the opposite side, and her colleagues in the Austrian National Symphony Orchestra stood opposite her, looking at Raymond and Fu Yufeng while also looking at her with complicated eyes.

Naturally, not all of the people present were present today, but one of the people present was counted as one, and they all clearly stated their positions and attitudes. Ning Wei sighed in her heart, her friendship with these colleagues can only be regarded as general, but after all, they all represent the highest level of the Austrian classical music circle, and today she is barely qualified to be a witness to the competition of two outstanding young pianists.

After all, the piano has a role to play in a symphony orchestra, and they are co-performers, and they have the most say in both level and resonance. The three judges of this competition come from three countries from all over the world, and they are all first-class pianists with international reputations.

The standard for measuring a pianist's skill is intricate and complex, while symphonies are often grand and long. If it is a competition, three hours is not only the time to fully demonstrate the skills, but also to test the ability to continue playing, the rules of the competition are simpler, the two play relatively, relay performance and ensemble can be both, the most basic consideration in the performance process is a good sound leakage, the further consideration is the application of piano music skills and emotional processing, the most intuitive victory or defeat is whether it can be connected and integrated into the other party's performance.

This rule was proposed by Fu Yufeng, including Lei Meng, and no one objected. On the one hand, Ning Wei felt that the rules were normal, but on the other hand, she couldn't help but wonder a little, this rule didn't seem to be biased towards one side at all, in this case, wouldn't Fu Yufeng have no advantage at all?

Ning Wei didn't ask Fu Yufeng about this issue, in fact, although this rule has no obvious advantages, it also effectively circumvents his disadvantages. No one knows better than Fu Yufeng himself that he is not completely free from injury, and the current limit of his hand playing time is three and a half hours.

So it's important for him to finish the fight within this time. And get rid of this biggest hidden danger. In addition, in terms of the rules of the game, he has his own style and arrogance, and disdains to operate some unpopular means.

Completely fair, does Raymond think he is sure to win? Fu Yufeng's hand gently brushed on the piano, and Raymond's piano sound couldn't wait to sound.

Rachmaninoff, Piano Concerto No. 3 in D minor.

Apparently, that's what Raymond thinks. He knew the state of Fu Yufeng when he left Austria, and even the hand injury Fu Yufeng suffered before the moon, so he played this song that was called the most difficult to play at the beginning. The chaotic notes, the fast-changing chords, the astonishing spans, the complex harmonies, like a sudden storm suddenly hitting the ground, even the hand has drawn a shadow on the piano.

Fu Yufeng's hand was on the piano, he didn't look up, and he didn't press the keys. Drawing three movements into three movements, Raymond plays the second movement, which is known for its fastness, with rich notes and fast-moving fingers with a strong sense of personal virtuosity. However, the second movement is not too long, and there is no slower melody trimming and transition between the second and third movements, and when Raymond's second movement is about to end, Fu Yufeng presses the key, and a light piece of music pours out from his fingertips, but it is not the melody on the third movement.

It is an improvised cadenza that does not dominate, but rather surrounds the closing notes of the second movement of La 3, acting as the icing on the cake. Raymond, who was also a tried and tested pianist, saw that he did not follow common sense, and concluded that he would not dare to take such a risk, and a little playful smile appeared on his face, and he played to the end of the second movement in one go.

He played a few notes on the piano, his face turned pale, and he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

The end of the movement is usually crescendo and waning, as if a strong emotion burns everything out, and the beginning of the next movement is a new life peeling off in the ashes. This is not the case with the third movement, when the piano plays a rapid cadenza in F sharp minor, and immediately shifts to D minor, and the piano suddenly leaps forward with unstoppable force and goes straight into the third movement without interruption.

Fu Yufeng's popping up of this brilliance, because it was improvised and self-created, he didn't hear the clue at first. But after playing a few notes of the third movement, he suddenly frowned. In the interval between the pitch shifts of his second movement, this cadenza suddenly and densely strings together, taking on the F sharp minor and then suddenly turning sharply, becoming the dominant sound, and playing in the same vein from F sharp minor, he could not find the gap to go to D minor, at this time if he forced himself into the next movement, there would be a dissonance in the music.

In this game, if you can't catch the rhythm of the other party, what's the difference between losing and losing?

Raymond narrowed his eyes, the flamboyant smile on his face faded like a tide, and the gloom and solemnity under his eyes gradually revealed. He played a few weak notes with this brilliance in a good manner, and watched the changes to see what kind of song Fu Yufeng wanted to pick up after this brilliance.

In terms of Rachmaninoff's style, Mozart or Liszt's style are suitable. But in terms of Fu Yufeng's personal strengths, Chopin, Cage and Debussy, he guesses that it is the work of one of these three.

He had always regarded Fu Yufeng as his old enemy, and before Fu Yufeng left Austria, he had systematically studied Fu Yufeng's style and technique, more carefully than anyone else. Every pianist has his or her own style, and while all piano pieces can be played, stylistic harmony always resonates more when it comes to playing a particular musician's piece.

Fu Yufeng played the best is Debussy's work.

The gentle and calm impressionist style is very suitable for Fu Yufeng's own character. Playing Debussy's works should be as gentle as a feather brushing through the keys, and the changes in melody and syllables are not very delicate and natural, requiring the player to have a natural and peaceful state of mind, and to play it smoothly and auraly.

Fu Yufeng undoubtedly fits this point, and his performance is also an excellent version of Debussy's work. But even with the brilliance, Debussy's gentleness could hardly catch Rachmaninoff's big openings and closings, so Raymond speculated that Fu Yufeng might be flexible and use the works of Chopin or Cage to carry it on. These are the two extremes, Chopin's richness of variation and Noche's blankness here, which will bring two very different styles of continuation to this piece.

Raymond's eyes narrowed as his fingers followed the smooth harmony of the cadenzas.

No matter which one it is, does Fu Yufeng think that he will not be able to take it?

This splendor finally ended, and Raymond held his breath and waited for Fu Yufeng's follow-up move. The first few notes were unremarkable, but they were inexplicably familiar to him, Raymond frowned, and after listening to a few more notes, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Fu Yufeng in disbelief.

Beethoven's Sonata of Dawn!

Compared to Debussy, Cage or Chopin, Beethoven's hammer-like style of playing is undoubtedly more suitable for catching the melody of Rasan. Although "Dawn Sonata" is not a high-spirited and fierce style, Raymond's face is still slightly distorted, as if he is offended, and his face suddenly turns cold.

He succeeded Fu Yufeng as principal pianist of the Austrian State Symphony Orchestra because he is currently one of the best performers of Beethoven's works in the world.

In such an important competition, Fu Yufeng wants to challenge Beethoven's works? !