The two of them sat in the concert hall and listened attentively to the players playing the piano, from about one o'clock in the afternoon until seven o'clock in the evening.

Without any interruptions, I just listened to the players from other countries and their understanding of Chopin.

Then they listened to the numbness.

The reason is very simple, those players actually played similar works, from the first in the afternoon to the current almost a dozen players, and they basically played Chopin's first and fourth ballades, as well as a few particularly famous etudes, as well as Chopin's nocturnes, mazurka and so on.

It doesn't make any difference.

This is not a performance by a master, but a performance that is very awesome for ordinary people, and a performance full of holes for those top pianist judges.

This afternoon, there was no particularly awesome player, and the players who came out were basically relatively ordinary.

Their technique is not as good as Fu Tuo.

Fu Tuo and Yu Tianyou are sitting behind the judges, looking at the handwriting of some judges, it seems that they are all about 18 points, which is converted into a 100-point system, that is, about 70 points.

Barely passing, but higher is definitely not enough.

When the intermission was time, when the judges were asked to change shifts, Yu Tianyou whispered in that place.

"Today's qualifier is really ugly, it's hard to see that I want to run away, really! Did you hear those people playing? What's the bounce? Playing like me, they still want to make it to the first round at their level? What about dreaming? ”

Fu Tiao leaned back in his chair, rubbing his chin, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he didn't speak.

He felt a little strange, a strange feeling that had been haunting him, but he didn't know how to express it.

There's something in these people's performances...... He's never seen it.

Nothing at all in the jazz music he had played before.

Not even seen in the classical music he had heard.

This feeling haunted him all the time, forcing him to put part of his mind in this place.

This thing...... What exactly?

Yu Tianyou didn't notice Fu Tuo's expression, he sat there and continued to complain in a low voice.

"It's outrageous, Chopin can still be like this bullet? What's the name of that player just now? Forget, it seems to be a player from Latvia, do you hear that? When he deals with some details, he feels very strange, which makes people completely confused, and I don't know why he wants to deal with it like that, aren't you fooling around? ”

"You don't need logic to learn music? You can't understand the weird sounds that come out at all, right? Music also has a language! What do you call music? Are you kidding? ”

"I don't know if it's an illusion, the one just now seems to be a Polish player, he plays super strangely, obviously the sound is the same, but it doesn't sound the same work at all, I even thought he changed the tune, or the strings of the piano have a problem, the tone is inaccurate, etc., but I didn't think that it was his personal style? Sounds so strange! I snuck my eye on the expressions of the judges, and they didn't seem to feel good, everyone frowned, and only one of the judges seemed to have a flat expression? ”

After saying that, he stopped suddenly, turned his head to look at Fu Diao, and asked.

"Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

"Personal style, and, Chopin?" Yu Tianyou frowned, reorganized his language, and spoke.

"Have you ever heard him play Chopin, how much of his personal stuff is in it?"

"Personal stuff? What personal stuff? ”

Fu Tiao couldn't help but freeze, he didn't understand.

I feel that the music these people are talking about is very different from the music he has learned before, and this feeling is very strange, very strange.

Yu Tianyou seemed to feel something, and muttered quietly.

"Sure enough, the man was right, the judges of this year's Chopin International Piano Competition had completely changed their understanding of Chopin, and it felt that they were more focused on the work than on the performer himself."

"This year's East and South Korea players...... Maybe it's going to take off, no, maybe, be able to take the Deng family army with you? ”

"And the European and American players who previously occupied the geographical advantage may really ...... Something is wrong! ”

As he spoke, Yu Tianyou's expression became interesting, and he rubbed his fingers, revealing a hint of interest.

Although he may not be able to make it to the first round, he has a higher sense of pleasure in this kind of information gathering than if he made it to the next round.

In other words, he prefers to watch certain players go astray because of their own choices.

Or predict their scores in advance and watch everything go according to their own ideas.

This sense of pleasure made him deeply immersed in it and couldn't extricate himself.

Knock knock knock!!

Just as everyone was observing the contestant, the judges in the back knocked on the table and quarreled quietly with the other judge next to him, as if they had a completely different opinion of the contestant in front of them.

It's just that their language Fu Tuo and Yu Tianyou don't understand it at all, and they can only listen to a rough idea.

The judge seemed to notice that his quarrel was affecting the others, and he couldn't help but clench his fists, take a deep breath, and sigh slowly.

The contestant on the stage also seemed to be affected a little, and his perspective noticed the quarrel between the two judges, and even the sound of his piano couldn't help but be a little nervous.

Yu Tianyou immediately gloated.

"Hahahaha, the judges quarreled with the contestant and suffered, this contestant is finished, there was still a chance to enter the main round, but now it seems that ...... It's over. ”

In fact, just as Yu Tianyou said, his nervousness immediately made several other judges shake their heads together.

A lot of the feeling in the music is gone, only the tension remains.

And tension happens to be the last thing that Chopin's music needs.

The judge looked at the contestant in front of him, and was even more angry, so he could only shake his head fiercely, lay on the chair with his arms folded, and waited for the performance to end.

When the contestant's 30 minutes were over and the staff came up to announce the curtain, he immediately got up, threw the pen in his hand at the table, and spat it, whispering in a voice that only a few people nearby could hear.

"You are killing the Chopin International Piano Competition, our competition will only be able to mass-produce Chopin players, not pianists! What we need is a pianist, not a second Chopin! ”

"But this is the Chopin International Piano Competition!"

Another man poked the wooden table with a pen, equally loudly.