Chen Yue took Jiang Ruijia and sneaked out quietly, and no one noticed them.

At this moment, everyone's eyes in the room are focused on Shan Yi in the center and Fu Tiao on the stage.

They are waiting for Shan Yi's evaluation, and they want to see what kind of evaluation Shan Yi will have for a work that has almost no special flaws at this moment.

Shan Yimo rubbed his chin, suddenly smiled, and asked Fu Diao.

"How long have you been practicing this piece?"

"It didn't take long, it was just practiced in half an hour."

Fu Tiao replied honestly, and the other teachers and professors around him were all stunned, they didn't expect it to be an answer like this?

According to their teaching habits, it takes more than a day for even the top students to memorize this piece completely...... Not including the subsequent finishing and modification!

And then you actually practiced this piece directly in less than half an hour?

Are you kidding?

He Shen seemed to see that the expressions of the teachers around him were wrong, and immediately coughed twice, attracting everyone's attention, and said with a frown.

"Fu tune, don't pretend, let's be honest, how long did it take you to practice this piece! Be honest and accurate! ”

"True and accurate?"

Fu Tiao was stunned, tilted his head and thought about it, and hesitated.

"Well, at the beginning of April, I listened to the Chopin International Piano Competition Qualifiers several times, two or three days ago, when I was collecting Chopin's information, it took me a few minutes to go through the general experience of this work, and then Mr. Shan Yi's speech just now gave me the opportunity to reorganize and sort out this work, plus I was in the background according to Mr. He Shen's words, while watching the score, I kept listening to the performances of various other pianists, and these times added up to ......"

"It should be about the same, five or six hours?"

Fu Tuo didn't dare to say it, and his voice was much quieter.

Because he always felt that the expressions of so many teachers in front of him were not particularly good, and even many teachers had red eyes.

Probably not, right? Isn't it true that everyone practices the piano so shortly?

And the duration of this piece is not long, only six or seven minutes......

Even if you are sight-reading, you should be able to sight-play this work, right?

Fu Diao's brain was running through information quickly, but no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't figure out what these people were thinking.

Fu tuned: He completely forgot an important message.

It's the teachers and professors in these conservatories, if they are allowed to directly sight-read a new work, there is actually no problem, after all, everyone is an old fritter, no matter how unfamiliar they are in the face of this kind of work, the basic musical logic is placed in that place, and they definitely don't have many problems with sight-reading.

But now the question is...... Fu tune playing is not comparable to sight-reading!

One of the most important problems posed by sight-reading is the lack of details.

After all, if you look at the score and play it, it may only give you a second or two to react, and no matter how awesome you are, it is impossible to process this piece into the current state of Fu Tune in a second or two.

Even Lang Liangyue himself said that if it is those works that he has never played before, and it is particularly difficult, if he wants to get these works perfect, he will definitely not be able to play them for the first time with sight-reading.

The two groups were not on the same line at all, and the scene was extremely quiet for a while, only the single expression standing at the front remained unchanged.

He looked at Fu Tuo very calmly, smiled gently, and asked.

"So...... Is this piece in the best state you can be? If I were given another hour or a day to play for me again tomorrow night, would you play better? ”

"I don't know ......"

"Huh? I don't know? Why don't you know? ”

"Because my current accumulation can only go to this place."

Fu Tuo's expression was as usual, as if he was narrating a very ordinary thing.

"My accumulation of music seems to have only helped me get to this point, and if I continue to move forward a little bit, I should need to be inspired by something new to a greater extent, otherwise ...... At best, the music has become more proficient, not a change in quality. ”

"That's ......"

Shan Yi nodded, stepped onto the stage, took the score from the hands of the people around him, looked at the side of Fu Tune, and spoke.

"What were you thinking when you were playing?"

"Chopin."

"What scene?"

"On a rainy night, I was sick and tired."

"What else? Is that all? ”

"Prayer for the rainstorm to stop suddenly to no avail, and my heart became more sad."

"Hmm...... For your current state, our teaching should not continue to think about the large skeleton, but should focus on the details of the music, the use of some power and the direction of the music, and some details that you are particularly prone to lose need to pay attention to......"

Shan Yi took the score and said to Fu Tuo: "So, play it again, start early and end early, it's not too early!" Strive to complete the details of this piece within an hour! ”

"Good!"

Fu Tiao did not hesitate, since Shan Yi asked, then just do it!

He put himself back on the piano and used the weight of his body to push the first note out.

The timbre is incomparably soft, almost perfect, but also with a touch of deep sadness.

The teachers and professors under the stage nodded again.

But Shan Yi didn't nod, but directly waved his hand, made a performance appearance, and said to Fu.

"Your performance in this place doesn't match what you think, you just said that the emotions in the music are extremely sad and painful, but I only hear it in your music...... The little widow cries like a grave, pulls the work back a little, pushes the body a little harder, I hope your emotions don't stop, let the emotions be more intense! ”

"More intense emotions? But that doesn't break the ...... Is the work balanced? ”

"Nope! Believe me! My ears are no worse than yours! ”

"Good ......"

Fu Tune listened to Shan Yi's words, his hand did not stop, and he went directly back to the place where the music began and played again.

Shan Yi's body did not stop, he directly stood beside Fu Tune with the score in his hand, and focused all his attention on the performance of Fu Tune, thinking about why Fu Tune wanted such an interpretation.

In the question at the beginning, he probably clearly knew Fu Diao's thoughts, and the rest of the content was that he helped him advance according to Fu Diao's ideas.

Although the music has been continuing, it keeps swaying back and forth, the speed of monosemous thinking and speaking is getting faster and faster, and his body is fluctuating more and more with the music.

"Strength, power a little more!"

"Grab it with your hands, grab the tail of the music, and don't just let it go."

"This place doesn't pull the emotion back, push it directly, push the music out, and the performance effect is better when it is pushed out!"

“……”

The little old man, who originally seemed to just like to laugh, became extremely energetic at this moment, he held the sheet music, stared at Fu Tune, and kept talking.

His hands swayed around Fu Tune, matching the mood of the music, giving Fu Tune emotional support, so that Fu Tune could more easily understand his thoughts on music.

The details in the music became more refined, and the two people were completely immersed in the music and couldn't leave.

This work, at the same time, has become more perfect!

Those people under the stage, all of them had straight eyes, staring at Shan Yi in front of them.

Since teaching Li Diyun, Shan Yi has rarely taught in front of outsiders, after all, people can be regarded as a successful retirement.

Now, he is standing on the stage again to teach the next contestant of the Chopin International Piano Competition?

For a while, everyone's gaze at Fu Diao became extremely complicated.

The future is immeasurable!

Game of Darkness: Redemption for Sins

A.D. 2146.

A sudden purple rainstorm almost drowned the entire Blue Star.

Then, an endless abyss suddenly appeared in the sky, and countless alien races appeared from it, frantically invading.

At the same time, the global human race has not yet rallied to resist these alien races, but has entered a vicious circle of cannibalism in advance.

It's a game played by the gods.

But it is a catastrophe of human fate!

But what no one knows is this killing game that is piled up with blood and violence.

Half a year before it was opened, Kong Xingyu picked up the strategy cheats of half of the game......

(End of chapter)