Fu Tiao walked into the concert hall, the applause became more and more enthusiastic, under this applause, Fu Tiao walked to the center of the stage, bowed slightly to the crowd, and sat down in front of the piano.

The surrounding sounds suddenly dissipated, and only the last peace remained.

Under this incomparable calm, Fu Tiao raised his hand, put it on the piano keyboard, and slowly pressed it.

There was no hint, but it seemed to come naturally, and the piano sounded so peacefully.

The melancholy of music and the beauty of the music suddenly squeezed into this concert hall, making everyone's breathing even a little urgent.

Different from the faint sadness used by Fu Tune before, the previous one slowly hooks your emotions, so that your heart is inadvertently affected by Fu Tune, resulting in sadness and pain.

But now it's completely different.

Fu Diao didn't need to gently hook everyone's emotions as before, maybe because his strength was still a little flawed, Fu Tiao would use that kind of soft sadness to smear the picture scroll, but now, he didn't need it anymore.

He can easily mobilize everyone's emotions.

As long as the piece is a cheerful piece, he can make everyone laugh, not laugh.

As long as this piece is a sad work, he can make everyone cry, instead of flashing sadness from the heart and feeling pain after looking back.

As long as the work requires it, he can almost perfectly manipulate what the work wants to show.

If you want people to laugh, you can make people laugh, and if you want people to cry, you can make people cry.

And this is the case with the current work.

Chopin's Op33-1,2,3,4.

A set of Chopin Mazurkas that were very simple for him.

His fingers were as delicate and gentle as caressing his lover's skin, without any sudden outbursts, nor any over-careful, unreal itching.

Just caress it so gently.

Brings a completely different tone.

The sadness is still so sad, and the emotions are not very different from the emotions of the work itself.

But for some reason, this sorrow seemed to be imprinted in their hearts, and they were not given any rest.

The poignancy of this piece of music is perfectly in line with the idea of the work.

Now there is no Chopin mazurka played by others in their hearts, and their impression of the mazurka is completely covered by Fu tunes at this moment.

No matter what they think when they go back, at least now, they will not compare and analyze the advantages and disadvantages of Fu Tiao's work compared with other works.

Because they only have Fu tune music in their hearts, they have no way to think about it.

At this moment, the performance in Fu's hands is the only sound in this concert hall.

There may still be a long way to go to become the only voice in the world, but to be able to reach such a state now is to have stepped into the introduction of theology and divine performance.

Maybe in a few months, maybe a few years, Fu Tune can play this piece, and even the divine monopoly of this set of works.

It has become one of the few representatives of this work in the world.

When the time comes, when everyone talks about this work, the first reaction to recommend it to others is Fu Tune.

It is as if when talking about Liszt's piano sonata in B minor, Zimmermann's version must be recommended to everyone.

For example, when talking about Beethoven's passionate sonatas, it is inevitable that everyone will recommend Lang Liangyue's version.

It probably won't be long before Chopin's Mazurka, Chopin's scherzos, and Chopin's other works are discussed, and in addition to the Zimmermann version, which everyone is tired of listening to, it is also necessary to recommend the Fu tune to everyone.

This day, it won't take long.

It's not the idea of Fu Tune, it's the idea of the audience under the stage, the person in charge behind the stage, and all those who have ever heard Fu Tune play.

This idea is not deviant, but quite normal.

Everyone can hear this, and they can hear the strength of Fu Tune's playing when he plays Chopin, and his interpretation of Chopin with his own feelings.

That kind of interpretation is like the sea.

You can hear the vastness of the sea from Fu's performance, and you can also hear the depth of the sea from his performance.

Everything melts into the tenderness of the sea.

This kind of feeling can only be achieved by Fu Tune, and it is music that can only be heard from Fu Tune.

"Really, it's beautiful......"

The person in charge who was standing in the backstage of the concert hall sighed, turned his head to look at the people behind him, and said nothing.

He didn't want to continue to say anything, as far as what Fu Tiao was showing now, there was really nothing to say, everyone could hear it.

Who else but Fu Tune can play such a work, such a version?

The person in charge racked his brains and thought about it for a long time, but he didn't come up with a specific person.

"I really don't know how the Deutsche Gramophone is going to tune Fu tunes, they haven't met someone suitable for training for a long time, no, maybe they have cultivated a lot of top geniuses over there, as if they have been cursed, obviously they keep throwing resources into it, but they just can't train that kind of phenomenal musicians, and now there is another Fu tune, I really don't know what Deutsche Gramophone will do."

The person in charge looked up at the ceiling overhead, as if he could see through the ceiling, over the church, and see the sky full of stars.

He didn't know what he was anxious about, but somehow, he was worried about Fu Tiao's future.

Fu tune's performance is really good, and his strength is really too strong.

Seriously, there are so many people who come to Cadogan Hall, especially the chamber music pianists, and there are very few of them who can actually listen to them.

And the likes are even less.

Fu Tune's feeling of the sea made him feel the familiarity imprinted in his DNA in his blood.

Chopin was an exile, and even after settling in Paris, he remained an exile, wandering in various parts of the world, without a fixed place.

England is also a displacer, they are just a small island, and even though the colonies were once spread all over the world, their world is still on the ship.

Fu tunes his music, and it seems that he is also displaced, and this part of the dislocation perfectly pokes the pain in his heart.

The combination of all of them, under the performance of Fu Tune, pressed on his heart in layers, and even made his breathing feel painful.

Even though it was painful, he still liked to play Fu tunes.

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

His eyes gradually closed, and he didn't notice the tears flowing from the corners of his eyes.

Obviously, I didn't think of anything, but for some reason, I just wanted to cry, and I always felt that it was not a taste in my heart.

Why is that?

He didn't know, but he didn't want to get out of it, and he enjoyed it, the feeling of tears.

Not only him, but also some of the people who were sitting in the concert hall at this moment, and some of the backstage staff were also standing there in confusion, as if they could see Fu Tiao staring at the wall through the wall, silently crying.

The sadness in the music seems to be a little stronger, and Fu Tune is wantonly playing with everyone's emotions and controlling everything in the concert hall.

Not far from the concert hall, Sir Simon was smiling and greeting his friends, then turned and walked alone in the direction of his home.

Christmas is getting closer and closer, and the lively atmosphere in the city is getting stronger and stronger, and he has been partying with his friends a lot lately.

Even though he was now in his sixties and seventy, and should have retired by common sense, he was still enthusiastic about this kind of communication between friends, and was excited to play with them until nine o'clock in the evening.

This time may be for young people, the nightlife has not yet begun, and there is still small talk after dinner.

But for an old man like him, this time is actually very late, and a little later, about ten o'clock he may have already gone to bed.

Therefore, at nine o'clock, even though his companions kept him many times, he still walked alone in the direction of home.

For some reason, as he walked, the direction he was moving changed.

He suddenly remembered that tonight seemed to be Fu Tune's concert?

He knew this young man, and the two of them had met a few days ago when he was at the Royal Conservatory of Music in England, and after a long chat, he seemed to have been invited by the Chinese people in that place to give a lecture in that place.

To be honest, he still liked this young man, especially when he took someone to accompany Fu Tune to play Chopin's Piano Concerto No. 1, which he was not very familiar with, he could feel Fu Tune's personal charm even more.

Is it Fu tune playing tonight?

It's now more than nine o'clock, and according to the time when the concert starts at eight o'clock, Fu Tune may not have been long after the start of the second half, right?

Cadogan Concert HallHe knows that not only Cadogan, but in fact, there are not many people at the door of the concert hall at halftime by halftime.

It may be a bit unauthentic, but maybe it's because he's drunk a little wine, or maybe it's because he's in a very good mood right now, and he really wants to go to see Fu Tune's concert in London.

I want to see the performance of Fu tune.

He was curious about how well Fu could play.

Without any hesitation, he staggered in the direction of Cadogan Concert Hall, according to the memory of London in his heart.

Cadogan Hall was still the same as he had before.

The old man selling tickets at the door was also the one from more than ten years ago, and it seemed that the years had no ability to leave more traces on his body.

The sound of the piano was transparent, even though there were several floors of isolation from the inner hall to the lobby and then to the entire concert hall, but the sound of the piano could still penetrate all this and reach him.

The piano sound is soft and bleak.

Even with so many layers of isolation, it was still directly engraved in his heart.

【Fu tune performance...... It's really good.]

Sir Simon listened to Fu's performance, and couldn't help but think of it, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

Even though he hadn't gone in yet, he had already heard a lot of details and gave Fu a general orientation in his heart.

And at this moment, he has an idea in his heart about Fu Diao, but this idea is still uncertain......

He looked at the door in front of him, couldn't help but think about it, and stepped in.

The conductor, who was already a little sleepy and even wanted to take a nap, heard the footsteps, raised his eyelids slightly and glanced in front of him, and then opened his eyes violently.

He looked in disbelief at everything in front of him, at Sir Simon, who was walking towards him, with a puzzled expression.

Sir Simon...... How did he come here?

Sir Simon didn't have any idea, he just smiled and took off his hat at the conductor, bowed slightly, and smiled.

"Good evening."

"Late, good evening......"

The conductor was clearly distracted, and he didn't know where to put his hands.

"West, Sir Simon, is there anything I can do to help you?"

"Hmm...... No, I'm here to find Carl, is Manager Carl there? ”

Sir Simon touched his pocket, shook his head slightly, and smiled at the conductor.

He was traveling light today and didn't bring anything.

Again, no money was brought.

Therefore, it is slightly awkward when facing the conductor.

But fortunately, he quickly stabilized his inner emotions and said nonsense to the conductor without blushing.

He knew the person in charge of the place, so he planned to skip the ticket and go backstage to listen.

In addition, it is said that Fu Diao's concert tickets have been sold out, and there must be no place to sit on the other side of the stage, so he is even more sure of the idea of going backstage.

The conductor didn't doubt him, and nodded vigorously.

"Yes, Sir Simon, Mr. Carr is backstage, and the place where he entered the backstage is still the same as before, and it hasn't changed, but you haven't been here for so long, do you need me to show you there?"

"No, no, I just do it myself."

Sir Simon waved his hand, turned and walked out, following the route he remembered towards the backstage of the concert hall.

Entering the concert hall, the mood and beauty of Fu Tune's music are reduced by one layer of obscuration, and it is obviously much more intense.

Sir Simon's pace was slower than before.

He looked at everything in front of him with a little surprise, listening to the sound of the piano around him, and his steps couldn't help but be a little slow.

The feeling of this music......

It's really too different from the previous feeling.

This is still the feeling of hearing it in the backstage passage, and it is not the same concept as what you hear on the stage.

This kind of music is what he thinks, and he has only heard it in the first-line or top pianists who have interacted with the Berliner Philharmoniker.

When did Fu Tune become a first-line or top pianist?

Sir Simon's footsteps couldn't help but stop, and he tilted his head and thought for a long time, but he still didn't think of it.

The basis for his previous thought that Fu Tiao was very powerful was based on the exchange between him and Fu Tiao in Berlin.

But I didn't expect Fu Tune to be so powerful.

The feeling I hear now is completely different from what I heard before.

It's as if Fu Tiao has already flown up on the spot.

If you let Fu Diao play a Chopin International Piano Competition now......

Let's not talk about whether it is allowed or not, as far as Fu Diao's current situation is concerned, it is obvious that he is already at the level of hand-to-hand capture for that kind of game.

There is simply no one who can compete with Fu Diao.

Fu Tuo fights with other people, and even has the feeling of an adult beating a baby.

After all, if it's really already famous, who will go around participating in various competitions?

Isn't playing a game a competition for a chance to be famous?

Sir Simon shook his head, shook his fluffy white hair in the air, and continued to walk backstage in the direction of the concert hall.

One step, two steps.

The closer you are to the backstage, the stronger the beauty of Fu tune music shows.

Chopin, who is the outline of the music, is also extraordinarily precise.

The talent of the Fu tune is perfectly locked in Chopin's contours, allowing the beauty of the music to age, age, and age again.

The density is getting stronger and stronger, and it is even a little difficult to breathe.

Sir Simon's idea of Fu Tune in his heart is also getting deeper and deeper, and he has even made up his mind a little bit in his heart.

Even though there might be a lot of objections, he had to make it clear to the crowd.

This may be the last gift he left to the Berliner Philharmoniker and to Fu Tune.

It's not a long journey, it's even a short one.

After several flights up and down the stairs, he finally made his way to the backstage of the concert hall.

All the staff were here, and everyone was staring at the wall, looking at the Fu tune on the other side of the wall, and feeling the music of the Fu tune.

No one noticed his arrival.

It wasn't until he stood in front of the manager named Karl, that he barely woke up from the shock of Fu Tuo, raised his head to look at Sir Simon, his pupils couldn't help but widen, and he immediately got up.

But because his mind was completely on Fu Tiao's body, his steps were not unstable, he got up too hard, and sat down in his chair again with a click, and could only look at Sir Simon helplessly and grin.

"I'm sorry, Sir Simon, I ......"

"It's okay, I'm also here to listen to Fu Tune."

Sir Simon reached out and patted him on the shoulder, and sat down beside him, looking with him at the backstage door that was not securely closed.

The door was filled with light, Fu Tune's hands flew on the piano keyboard, and the incomparably strong musical beauty was wantonly sprinkled by him to the people in the concert hall.

"Fu tune playing, it's really beautiful...... "Karl whispered, he didn't know who to say it to, maybe even to himself: "This kind of beauty, I really haven't seen it for a long time." ”

"Yes, this kind of beauty, I really haven't seen it for a long time."

Sir Simon, who was on the side, looked at the stage with great approval, and said in the same low voice.

Under his gaze, Fu Diao's hands were raised violently and smashed down hard.

Rumble!

The sound of chords vibrated in the air, and everyone's hearts trembled with the resonance of the chords.

And the moment the aftermath dissipated in the air, whether it was in front of the stage or behind the stage, everyone stood up together, and the applause roared instantly.

Along with the applause came the cheers, whistles, and ...... that will never be absent

“Bravo！”

Yesterday afternoon, I got home at four or five o'clock, got something to eat, and went to sleep, originally thinking that I would sleep until seven or eight o'clock and then write, but I really slept until seven or eight o'clock......

The group of young people was really happy, a little outrageous, and after listening to the concert, they went to sing and play until six o'clock in the morning before returning to the hotel.

Then I told me they would come back at 2-3 p.m., and I just waited for them to message and open the door (with only one key......

Alas, I'm really old, I can't stay up all night, I really envy those young people.

(End of chapter)