The Brussels Conservatorium is actually called the Koninklijk Conservatorium Brussel, which is currently the most famous conservatory in Belgium.

The appearance of this conservatory is somewhat similar to the conservatory that Fu Diao has often seen before, but it is still very different.

This conservatory actually feels more like a private courtyard in the middle of the downtown area, a concave building about a few tens of meters long, with some scribbled bouquets and plants in the middle, dotted with an ordinary fountain, and surrounded by a circle of bushes outside, forming a small garden that is not pretty, even a little refined.

The building around this garden is the traditional building full of ancient European characteristics, the Royal Conservatory of Music of Brussels.

From the outside, you can't tell the difference between this conservatory and the ordinary buildings around it.

There were no flags, no markings, not even the markings that hung on the walls of the previous Amsterdam Conservatory.

A lone billboard was plastered on the side of the gate with some of the pieces that would be played next, and where the students from this school would be playing.

It's very common, it's common, I can't find any features, but ...... It's profound.

Fu Tiao followed the navigation of the map and walked to the Royal Conservatory of Music in Brussels, where an old professor was already standing waiting for him.

The man's posture was very straight, which was very contrasting with the wrinkles on his face, and if it weren't for the fact that his face looked so old, you wouldn't be able to tell that he looked like an old man from the back.

When the man saw Fu Diao's figure coming from a distance, his originally stiff face gradually relaxed, and he barely showed a smile, nodded lightly at Fu Diao, and said with a smile.

"Bonjour [French, hello] Fu Dio, is this what you say in China? Am I right? ”

"Yes, but the Dior in the back can be shorter, it should be called Fu Tune"

Fu Tiao walked up to the man, smiled and nodded at him, took out his papers from his pocket, and handed them to him.

"This is a document given to me by Deutsche Grammophon, and they asked me to give this document to you when I come to your conservatory."

"Ah, Merci [in French, thank you], but not needed."

The man took the paper, folded it without looking at it, and stuffed it into his coat pocket, swelling his already deflated pocket.

He patted the documents in his pocket, stretched out his hand to Fu Tuo, pointed to the conservatory behind them, and spoke.

"Let's go inside."

With that, he walked towards the side door of the conservatory, and Fu Tiao immediately followed.

The side door of the Royal Conservatory of Brussels, like his appearance, is a very dilapidated wooden door, and you can even see the falling paint and the uneven, jagged spikes on the wooden door, which have obviously not been repaired for a long time, and have been eroded by time.

That is, this wooden door is extremely huge and heavy, more than ten centimeters wide from the side, which can withstand the erosion of the years, otherwise this wooden door may have been damaged very early.

The wooden door outside the conservatory is not the only one, and when this one opens, you don't even have to walk to see a second door standing in front of you.

This door is obviously much newer than the old door outside, and it is also made of wood, but looking at the glass on this wooden door, it is obvious that it was made more than 20 years ago, just like the pale yellow wooden door in the hospital in Huaguo a long time ago.

This door is only a few centimeters wide, much lighter than the one outside.

Open the two doors and you're still not inside the Brussels Conservatory.

When you open the door, there is a corridor of about five or six meters, where is the security office, information office, registration office and other departments responsible for crowd management of the Conservatory.

In the words of Huaguo, this should be called the communication room.

The professor greeted the staff in the glass of the communication room, and then continued to walk inside with Fu Tuo.

Behind this passage is a third door, a sensor glass door that opens and closes automatically.

At the entrance to a school, there are three doors, one younger than the other.

Looking at all this, Fu Tiao didn't know what to say, and there was always an inexplicable illusion of stepping into time.

In fact, people may just be very simple The outside door is not easy to use, and then install another one, and it is not easy to use, and install another one.

As for why three doors were installed...... We don't dare to say this, we don't dare to ask, just be a maverick.

And when Fu Tiao entered the interior of this conservatory, he found that this conservatory formed a very sharp contrast with the classical appearance on the outside, and all the decorations inside were full of modern colors.

In many places, if not new, at least the color of white tiles that were commonly used here and there more than a decade ago.

Only occasionally do some places retain the characteristics of hundreds of years ago.

History, past, and modernity merge with each other in this school, always giving a very bizarre illusion.

You don't know if it's a special design for this kind of style blend, or if it's broken somewhere, it's just patched and pasted up layer by layer.

The professor walked forward with Fu Tiao, took out a card from his pocket and handed it to Fu Tiao.

"This is the access certificate, you can directly take this access certificate to the concert hall or the piano room to practice these days, your concert is scheduled for seven o'clock on Saturday night, so before this you completely use all our piano rooms, but because you don't have a reservation system, I wrote an extra note on your card, there is a professor's piano room, the professor is going out for a concert recently, so you can use it as you like, after all, ......"

The professor looked at Fu Tiao and spread his hands a little helplessly: "You also know the student piano room, although there are a lot of triangles or something in those piano rooms, but these pianos are basically the same, as long as you can play them, as for the others, they will not pursue too much." ”

"Okay, I know, more...... merci！ ”

Fu Tiao nodded, originally wanted to say thank you, but after thinking about it, he still used the habitual expression of others and changed it to merci.

"de rien [French, you're welcome]"

When the professor heard this, he said casually, then turned around and continued to lead the way, leading Fu Tune in the direction of the concert hall.

Although Belgium declared independence in 1830, their language was not fully independent, and the whole country was divided into two parts, the upper half speaking Dutch, the lower half speaking French, and Brussels......

It's like Berlin, it's split into two parts.

Both Dutch and French are spoken.

As a professor at the Brussels Conservatory, the entire Conservatoire is closely linked to the École Normale Supérieure and the National Music of Paris, so the main language on their side is French.

Even though they normally teach in English, normally you will need to know a little bit of French if you want to study at the Brussels Conservatory.

You don't have to know much, but at least you can have a simple conversation.

The footsteps of the two of them resounded heavily in the slightly empty corridor, and soon they were in the concert hall.

As Deutsche Grammophon said to Fu Tune, the concert hall of the Brussels Conservatory is one of the most beautiful concert halls in the whole of Brussels.

Compared with the Brussels Art Hall, this concert hall is a little smaller, and it is even far better than the Art Hall in terms of decoration.

The traditional European-style shoebox concert hall, with its miserable white baroque decoration, is covered with all the details in the concert hall, which makes people feel extremely calm.

There were also some students in the concert hall who were rehearsing, and standing at the front seemed to be a composer, who felt that his hair was about to fall out, and he was flipping through it with a thick sheet of music, and kept talking about something.

Others are clearly in the direction of a small orchestra, with a dozen people in each part, playing works that Fu Tune has not heard of on this small stage.

It seems to have been written by the composer.

After seeing the professor next to Fu Diao coming, those people couldn't help but be stunned, and then got up instantly, packed up their luggage a little, nodded slightly to the professor, and walked out of the concert hall quickly with their own instrument score chairs, leaving the concert hall only blank.

Looking at all this, the professor nodded with a little satisfaction, and turned his head to Fu Tuo.

"Okay, the concert hall is empty, the next four hours are your time, after four hours, we still have a group of students who need to book this concert hall, that is, eight to nine o'clock, and then we will clean up and finish today's activities, as for the later if you need to rehearse again, you can notify us one day in advance, we will give you extra time to rehearse outside of our performance time, is that okay?"

"Yes."

Fu Tiao nodded and walked to the stage.

There were also some students on the side of the stage.

Some of the students looked at Fu Tune with bright eyes, full of excitement, they had no idea that Fu Tune would actually come to the concert hall of the Brussels Conservatory.

As is customary, they, the students, can stand on the side of the concert hall, which is not a place where tickets are sold, and even backstage.

Although the timbre effect is not necessarily very good, they are excited to be able to hear Fu Tune's performance for free.

And a group of students are unlocking the pulleys of the pianos, pushing those pianos to the center of the concert hall and re-fixing them.

The Brussels Conservatory is not as good as the Chopin Hall, nor is it as much of a piano to choose from as the Berlin Philharmonic and the Royal Concertgebouw in Amsterdam.

There are only two pianos on this side, one is a Yamaha and the other is a Steinway, and there are two, but there are two of each.

It seems to have been prepared for the performance of the concerto.

When Fu Tiao walked to the piano, there were already a lot of people around him.

They were not particularly close to Fu Tune, and no one was extremely arrogant to sit directly on the chair and wait for Fu Tune to play, but just stood quietly to the side, secretly looking at Fu Tune, waiting for Fu Tune to play.

If someone can see their WhatsApp chat group, they can see that their chat group is almost going to blow up.

"Come to the concert hall, hurry up, hurry up, there are big people in the concert hall today!"

"Who? Don't sell it, say it! ”

"Dio Fu! Winner of the Chopin International Piano Competition! He's coming to the Brussels Conservatory today! ”

“WTF？ Damn it! I'm rehearsing in the South Quarter right now, I'm definitely too late, can anyone take a few pictures for me? ”

"In Huaguo's words, we should call him Fu Tune."

"Are you in Nancheng in front? It's too late to come back to the southern part of the city, I'm miserable, I just went to Paris with the school teacher, and I just arrived in Paris......"

"Paris? What to do in Paris? Communication? Who do you work with? ”

"It's a concert, we have someone going to the concert of the École Supérieure de Paris, I really want to fly back to school now......"

"Does anyone know why the door to the back door of the concert hall is locked? I can't open the door and get in? ”

"The back door is locked? Afraid...... If you are not afraid of Professor Curiande, you can enter through the main entrance, where the professor is preparing to listen to the Fu tune. ”

"Ahhhh I really want Fu Tune's autograph! I don't know if Fu Tune will have a chance to come to KCB (abbreviation of the Royal Conservatory of Music in Brussels). ”

"I just went to the city next door to do odd jobs, forget it, I'll take a leave of absence today, and I'll listen to Fu Diao's practice now! Tutor! ”

“……”

Originally, it was relatively bland, basically just sharing who the piano room was empty, who dropped something, and who was going to hold a concert, and the group instantly became lively, and everyone was discussing it there.

From the onlookers at the beginning, to the piano department at the back, and then to the other departments at the back, although there was no one in the seats in the concert hall, there were countless people crammed around the concert hall.

Not only ordinary students, but some of the professors also heard the news that Fu Diao was coming to hold a concert and was rehearsing, and they also pushed open the main door, smiled and said hello to the professor who was standing at the door, intending to listen to Fu Diao's rehearsal.

The professor named Curriande, that is, the professor who had been transferred with Fu before, gradually became soft from the seriousness at the beginning, and finally sighed, waved his hand, and said to the student who was hiding on the side.

"Forget it, you sit down and listen, don't worry about me, I'll go first."

With that, he ignored the slightly surprised expressions of the students around him, and turned to leave without any hesitation.

Now these people seem to be a little too nervous, and a group of people huddle in the hallways of the concert hall and don't know what they think.

After confirming that Curriande had left, all the students and some teachers and professors couldn't help but light up their eyes and immediately found a nearby location to do it.

The originally empty concert hall was like an open van on the Indian side, and a large number of people jumped out of the void, filling the front row of the concert hall, and at a glance, at least 400 people.

It's not that there are few people listening, but there are only so many people in this school itself, and almost all the people who are still in the school have come to listen to Fu Tune's performance.

It's not just the students, but even some teachers who don't go to class after seeing the news, and directly sneak over with the students to see Fu Tuo.

Fu Diao, who was sitting on the stage preparing to try the piano, couldn't help but feel a little helpless when he saw this situation, and sighed.

"You are a prostitute......"

"We can give money!"

Immediately, a student shouted under the stage, with anticipation in his eyes: "You can do as much as you want!" ”

Other students and teachers also shouted, "Yes, yes, yes! We can pay! ”

"This ......"

Fu Tiao looked at the people who were coaxing, and couldn't help but feel a little more headache and waved his hand even more helplessly.

"Forget it, you don't need the money, just don't make a sound, this is a practice and not a formal performance, so please everyone, everything is still subject to the official performance......"

After that, he thought for a moment and added.

"Also, since it's a rehearsal, please don't record or record it."

"Okay, okay! We all get it! Absolutely no audio or video recording! ”

The crowd cheered again and said in harmony with Fu Tiao.

Listening to the excited emotions of this group of people, Fu Tiao couldn't continue to say anything, so he could only throw the group of people under the stage aside and start walking, waiting for the work he was going to record at the Brussels Conservatory.

The crowd was quiet at first, but as the Fu tune continued to make some changes to some details, the crowd began to feel confused, shocked, scared, and self-doubting.

Fu Tiao didn't notice all this, he just practiced the piano seriously and played his own music.

It wasn't until four hours later that the next group of people who came over to rehearse were ready to use the stage.

They came to the concert hall chatting happily, opened the door and were about to say something, but they found that the people around them were looking at them with extremely angry eyes, and they couldn't help but be frightened and couldn't speak.

However, just as they were trembling and about to leave, Fu Tiao paused the practice and returned the stage to them.

And so it was for the next few days.

……

Soon the day of the Fu tune performance came, and Brussels' central railway station, which had a large flow of people, seemed to become more crowded at this moment, and many people from other cities were moving in the same direction.

Wu Hong's teacher Andre and his friend Luca also came to this city where trendy and traditional trends are intertwined.

Andrei looked at the sun above his head, which had no temperature at all, and after spitting slightly, he shook his head helplessly, and patted Luca, who was groggy and didn't have a good airway.

"Luca, wake up, it's time for Brussels."

"Huh?"

Luca's groggy head in the car gradually sobered up, and then with a serious expression, he scolded Andre: "It's all in Brussels, what are you hesitating about?" Take a taxi to KCB? Won't you take a taxi and wait for me to take it? ”

(End of chapter)