Fu Tiao got up and sat down, raised his head and looked at everything above his head, his expression extremely sad.

He plunged into the world of music.

Among the materials he had searched before, he learned about the background of this work.

Chopin and George Sand traveled together in Mallorca, and what was supposed to be a perfect retreat ended up in the rainy season.

Heavy rain, mud, bumps, irritability.

All the negative emotions are piled up in the heart and cannot be released.

Lying on his bed on the island, Chopin was sick with a cold from the torrential rain, and finally composed this piece.

He wrote to his friends about the harshness of the island and his illness, and this piece was called ...... Nostalgia.

He had just been backstage listening to a lot of people playing and thinking about what it was like for them to play.

Combined with Chopin's nocturne thinking logic, which he had just listened to Shanyi's explanation, he incorporated everything he had about Chopin into it.

The feeling of music comes naturally.

His hand slowly lifted and rested gently on the piano, his fingers dropping.

While......

An incomparably clear and transparent timbre slowly welled up, with a deep sadness.

Heavy, heavy, heavy.

It's hard to get along.

Even if it is followed by an incomparably light ornament, there is no way to hide the sadness that envelops the music.

Emotions gradually decreased, like falling into a deep pool.

The expressions of those teachers under the stage who didn't care much couldn't help but be put away, and their eyes couldn't help but light up when they looked at Fu Tune who was performing on the stage at this moment.

"This student ...... Interesting, huh? What's his name? ”

"I heard that it's called Fu Tuo, and he used to study with the teacher of the Central Academy, and then he transferred to the Haicheng Academy, and followed Teacher He Shen here."

"Shhh...... He Shen, this guy, is a good seedling for nothing! Why didn't the teacher from the Central Academy continue to teach? Curious. ”

"Who knows? But...... The performance of Fu tune is really good! ”

"Indeed."

Several teachers whispered to each other, and they sank their bodies into their chairs along to Fu Tuo's music, their expressions extremely relaxed.

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

Now when they hear Fu tune's performance, more than ninety percent of the thoughts in their hearts have been removed, and only one thing left is to listen carefully.

At this moment, the performance of Fu Tune has been out of the category of students, which is enough for everyone to let go of their superfluous thoughts.

The smile on Shan Yi's face never dissipated, he just lay on his back in the chair in the concert hall, listening to the performance of Fu Tune in front of him, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Didn't say anything.

He didn't have to say anything.

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

Their understanding of music is naturally not bad.

Some of them had planned to have a few more words with Shan Yi, but now that they heard Fu Tune's performance, all their thoughts were put away.

Immerse yourself in the music of Fu Tune!

The music, incredibly soft, perfect!

In terms of understanding of musical beauty, Fu Tune is definitely the top group of people in the world.

After all, before that, he was even called the first pianist of the five oceans, and if he didn't have the ability to appreciate music, he wouldn't have been able to play a perfect enough work.

You know, no one can create a work of art that is beyond their level of appreciation.

No one can make money beyond their understanding.

It's all the same.

The higher his level of understanding and appreciation of music, as well as aesthetics, the higher his upper limit in music.

At this moment, he hasn't quite reached his ceiling.

And no one knows exactly how high the ceiling of Fu Tune is!

All they know now is that the beauty of the Fu tune in front of them is almost suffocating.

Incomparably melancholy, bleak, and beautiful like the sea.

They even felt like they were sitting in front of the window at this moment, listening to the thunderstorm outside the window, and only a lone lamp swaying in the window.

It seems that the lights in the house can be blown by a storm at any moment, and the whole house will be plunged into darkness.

No matter what, there is no way to erase the sorrow in my heart.

This feeling made them extremely fascinated.

While......

The main theme is almost completely gone, and only the chords remain.

Column chords are formed like counterpoint, and the chords are pushed forward forcefully.

A sense of longing and anticipation arises.

The bright colors of the major key alternate with the obscure colors of the minor key, and the beauty of the music is fully revealed.

Chopin was praying, longing for the sun to come, for everything to go in a better direction.

It's just a pity that the prayer can't be fulfilled after all, and in the end it just returns to darkness.

The bleak timbre of the opening section reappears, only this time, the sadness in the music seems to be more intense.

The adhesion between the sounds is also getting thicker.

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

Eventually, the music comes to an end, leaving only a gloomy sigh.

Fu Diao's hand was raised, and the music ended, and there was no sound in the concert hall until the end.

The teachers in the back looked at Fu Diao's eyes wrong, and they looked at He Shen who was smirking on the side with a hint of jealousy.

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

The other professors like the heads of departments also nodded secretly.

Judging from the place I just listened to, there are almost no problems with Fu tune's musical performance, and even ...... Very eye-catching!

The kind of musical beauty in Fu tune music is rare and excellent in the few they have seen.

They exchanged glances and nodded slightly.

"Not bad."

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

"Tsk, it would be nice if you brought it to me."

"Did you hear some of the details of him? The second time the subject repeats itself, it's very interesting. ”

"That's right, he's very beautiful in that place! I love it too. ”

“……”

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

As far as I can hear from the current situation, if they are asked to rate Fu Tune, they can definitely score a very high score.

Shan Yi looked at them with a smile and did not speak.

……

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

If, if she wasn't wrong about Chopin's feelings.

So!

Fu Tuo, who may have been in trouble because Chopin's sense was not in place, will be able to continue to move Chopin's feeling up in a very short time!

He won't just be able to make it to the second round, he may even be able to actually make it to the finals and reach the final 20.

That is, you can get a certificate of merit, in the real sense, a participant in the Chopin International Piano Competition!

Luckily, there will be one more person in Huaguo who can enter the final round!

As soon as she thought of this, Jiang Ruijia became inexplicably excited.

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

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

"???"