A dense crowd gathered outside the concert hall, handed over their tickets to the staff standing at the door, and walked excitedly towards the center of the concert hall.

This time, just like Lang Liangyue's previous concerts, they also completely opened the fourth floor of the concert hall to all the audience to listen to Fu Tune's performance.

Compared with the previous concerts in which Fu Tiao participated in only 1,000 people, the number of people in this concert directly reached the level of 1,500 or even 2,000 people.

The concert experience is completely different for different numbers and sizes, and there are completely different ways for pianists to interpret them.

But for some reason, the door of the concert hall was never opened, and it was not opened until half an hour before the concert began, allowing the crowd that had been crowded at the door of the concert hall to enter.

Most of the people crowded into the bar in the middle of the concert hall and chatted and drank quietly, while the audience closer to the concert hall listened to the noise coming from the room and probably knew what the reason was.

Fu tunes practiced in it.

The sound in the room was completely audible, and he practiced in the concert hall until an hour before the concert began.

It was almost now that Fu Tiao got up and went back to his personal lounge to rest, waiting for the concert to begin.

Although I don't know what kind of works Fu Diao can show to everyone in this concert, I feel that Fu Diao attaches great importance to this concert, and the expectation in everyone's hearts is even more surging.

When Fu Diao put away the sheet music in his hand and walked to the backstage of the concert hall to find a random place to sit down, the staff of the concert hall looked at Fu Diao who was contemplating and couldn't help but speak.

"Mr. Fu......"

"Huh?" Fu Tiao raised his head, looked at the staff member in front of him, and couldn't help asking.

"What's the matter?"

"No, it's okay......" The staff wanted to speak and stopped, but finally gritted their teeth and asked Fu Tiao: "Although it doesn't feel good, I still want to ask, I heard everyone say that you tried to play that kind of god-level scene, is that so?" ”

"Can't say that......"

Fu Tiao shook his head slightly, and explained to him: "The god-level scene is not something that I can play if I want to, but it requires the right time, place, and the integration of many aspects to play the god-level scene." ”

"However, many of them are discussing this matter...... although the staff heard Fu Tuo's explanation, they always felt that it was not so consistent with what he imagined, and they couldn't help but speak.

"Everyone feels like you can play that kind of god-level live today, and many people are looking forward to it, and many of my friends are discussing this with me and asking me if I have any inside information."

"Can I have any inside information, whether I can play it or not, can I decide by myself?" Fu Tiao smiled, nodded at him, got up and tidied up his clothes, and said casually: "However, I probably have a little bit of a feeling and know how to play." ”

As Fu Tune entered the backstage of the concert hall, the staff in front of him had already begun to let people in, and the dense crowd instantly poured into the concert hall, looking for their own place to sit down, whispering to each other, looking forward to discussing Fu Tune's next performance.

As a result, even backstage, you can hear the extremely loud noise outside the concert hall.

Even though the sound insulation in the background is very good, isolating countless speakers from the door, it still seems a little noisy.

Fu Tune couldn't help but sigh when he heard all this.

But instead of going back to his lounge to rest, he got up, rubbed his head, walked over to the fat host, who was arranging his clothes behind the backstage door of the concert hall, and smiled at him and nodded.

"I'm ready to start playing at any time."

"Okay, Dior, I'm glad you can stand on this stage, you're great, I like your work very much, especially Chopin, I hope we can continue to work together next time."

The host seemed to hear the discussion between Fu Tuo and the staff member just now, and couldn't help but smile and speak.

"In addition to the two Brahms works at the beginning, you are going to play Beethoven's passionate sonatas and Chopin's ballades, right?"

"Yes."

Fu tuned his head, took a deep breath, and smiled at him: "That's it." ”

"Okay, I got it."

The host nodded, turned and walked to the edge of the backstage of the concert hall, where he questioned the rest of the staff.

At this moment, almost everyone had already entered the concert hall, and the time was exactly 7:55.

There didn't seem to be any audience outside the hall except for the staff, and everyone had already arrived in the concert hall.

Case......

"Turn the lights down and the concert is ready to begin." The host spoke to the staff in charge of lighting and sound.

Click......

The lights in the room gradually dimmed, and the attention of everyone in the concert hall was instantly drawn to the stage.

Under everyone's gaze, the host with a big belly took a deep breath, picked up the microphone at hand, got up with a smile, walked in front of everyone, and said to everyone.

"Dear lovers of classical music, our parents, good evening, and it is a great pleasure to be with you again at the Essen Concert Hall, ...... after our last meeting."

After the host said words to the crowd that he didn't know how many times, he suddenly couldn't help but be stunned.

His gaze was drawn to the audience beneath the stage.

Under normal circumstances, he should not have noticed the audience, after all, the lights on the stage were very bright, and he was a little dazzling.

Under the stage, it is the darker one, and if you don't pay special attention, it's actually difficult to tell who is who in the group of people under the stage.

But he saw it......

No, to be precise, it was because he was too familiar with those people and had worked together a few times that he recognized them.

The first is Lang Liangyue, Lang Liangyue, who was sitting in front of him, was smiling and waving his hand at the host, as if he noticed that the host's gaze noticed him, and couldn't help grinning.

And next to Lang Liangyue is his assistant, or also a pianist, Gina Alice.

Now many people are saying that she and Lang Liangyue are a little eyebrow-to-eye, and they may become husband and wife.

And not far behind the two of them were the two people he had only come into contact with yesterday.

Zhao Chengzhen, as well as Hamelin.

These two people were advertised outside to be beaten to the death, but they didn't expect that these two people were actually sitting together, talking casually with a smile on their faces.

As for what they were talking about, he didn't quite know.

As for a little farther away, although it was not particularly far, it was probably in the fourth or fifth row that he saw more acquaintances.

On the first day, he won everyone's praise with his god-level scene, and even faintly became Arcadi who played the best performance of the year this year.

Kissin sat next to Arcade, as if asking for some questions, but Arcade did not resist, smiling and explaining something to Kissin.

Arcades also seemed to notice that the host's gaze was looking at him, and immediately raised his hand and waved at him, indicating that he now knew that the host was looking at him.

Seeing Arcade like this, the corners of the host's mouth couldn't help twitching, shaking his head slightly, putting Arcade's performance aside, and continuing to read his opening remarks.

"I would also like to thank our team for helping us grow the Ruhr Festival to where it is today in just a few decades......"

As he spoke, he sensed something was wrong again, and he noticed someone who was very far away.

It wasn't that he wanted to notice, but that someone had just come in.

If it was an ordinary person, it would be fine, and an ordinary person was not worth his attention, but the person who had just come in was too conspicuous and dazzling, and even made his tone a little dull.

The guy who just came in, is it Argerich?

If there was no one else who was that long, with long fluffy gray-black hair and a coarse linen dress, then that person would have been Argerich in his imagination.

The host clearly remembered that Argerich seemed to be holding a concert elsewhere in the past few days, but she actually came over suddenly during her concert to listen to Fu Tune's concert?

What is this concept? Argerich actually carried his nearly seventy-year-old body on the train all the way for Fu Tune's concert?

Even my own mother is not so brave, right?

Anyway, the host himself felt that if he was almost Argerich's age, even if he met a pianist he liked so much to play, he would not choose to listen, but choose to rest.

After all, when you're so old, maybe you will accidentally walk and half of the people will be gone, so it's better to be careful.

The host watched Argerich's arrival, and was a little speechless for a while, and he didn't even know what he should say, so he could only cough a little twice, and then choked on his own saliva.

At Argerich's side, as she sat down, a gray-haired man got up and hugged her.

If I didn't guess wrong, this man should be Barenboim, and there should be no one else who could be so close to Argerich except him.

Since Argerich and Barenboim are both coming, then ......

The host was not in a hurry to finish reading his host speech at this time, but began to look around at everything, and then couldn't help laughing.

Sure enough, as he imagined, it wasn't just Argerich, Barenboim, and others.

In the group of people behind him, he saw Zimmerman, who was extremely elegant, even if he was dressed ordinarily, but it was difficult to hide the noble temperament on him.

It's coming, it's all coming.

Most of the people he could imagine came.

Come to this venue of nearly 2,000 people, come to listen to the concert of this young man, and listen to his performance that may reach the god level.

Some people may think that this is a killing, so that the group of bigwigs can watch the birth of a new legendary pianist.

But in fact, no one in the audience had such thoughts, everyone was looking at Fu Diao, and there was only expectation in their eyes.

They support any pianist who reaches the top of the list to reach their top position in the world, and they support them to bring more fresh blood to classical music.

They don't feel angry, angry, that he touches their interests.

They will only be excited, rejoicing, and happy that there is another new person after so many years.

Even if it doesn't work, it won't be too uncomfortable, after all, the god-level scene, or the god-level album is not so easy to achieve, and the disappointment is always the majority.

At this moment, in the eyes of the host in front of him, it is far more than the first concert that has just started at the Ruhr Piano Festival.

At that time, it was a small field of about 1,000 people, and even if there were many top pianists, it was average.

But now in this large venue of nearly 2,000 people, there are a lot of famous and unknown pianists, and the top group of people may be a few who have recently fallen ill, and everyone else is in attendance.

Judging from the current appearance, the grandeur of the scene far exceeded the god-level scene of Arcadi before.

Originally, the host had no expectations for Fu Tune's concert, but now looking at the expectant gaze of so many people, he couldn't help but feel excited.

I began to look forward to today's concert, what kind of shock it could bring him.

He quickly finished his presiding speech, bowed vigorously to everyone, and walked towards the backstage.

Backstage at this moment, Fu Diao is ready for everything.

His eyes looked at the piano on the stage and he didn't say a word.

He only has the piano in his sight, and he only has music in his mind.

He already felt that feeling of coming out of his practice and he always felt as if there was a membrane separating him from a certain state.

There's just no way to pierce it.

He could only rub outside, sliding out and out, unable to find the most accurate feeling.

But with so many gliding times, he felt as if he had found that feeling, and found his idea of how to interpret this piece.

Now everyone looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to play, and this anticipation made the surging in his heart even more powerful.

"Dior!"

The host turned off the microphone in his hand and walked to the backstage of the concert hall, threw the microphone aside and nodded to Fu Diao, stretched out his hand to pull his clothes, let the heat dissipate a little, and then said to Fu Diao.

"Dior, you are ready to take the stage, the stage is ready for you, waiting for your arrival."

"Okay, thank you."

Fu Tiao opened his eyes and smiled at the host.

"I hope I can satisfy you with my performance tonight."

"I'll listen carefully to your performance."

After Fu Tiao and the host met and smiled, the host stepped aside.

Fu Tiao is empty from the front of the stage, and the lights are sprinkled between the backstage door and the stage, forming a brilliant sunny avenue.

Under the gaze of everyone, Fu Tiao loosened the button that was clasped on his wrist, nodded to all the staff around him, and walked out.

Wow!

Applause rang out.

Not only the applause in the concert hall, but also the staff behind them also puffed up their hands in front of Fu Tune, looking forward to Fu Tune's performance.

The lights are extraordinarily bright, and the Fu Tone is even a little unable to see the surrounding changes.

But......

Under such light, he could see the dense crowd around him very clearly.

Everyone was applauding him and looking forward to his performance.

"Whew...... I was a little nervous for some reason. ”

Fu Tiao looked at everything around him, couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief, smiled at himself, and shook his head slightly.

A smile lifted on his face, and he waved and bowed vigorously to everyone around the stage, thanking them for coming, and thanking them for listening to him.

Then, in the midst of more enthusiastic applause from the crowd, he walked to the piano without any hesitation and sat down, sorted out everything he had, and after confirming that everything was correct, he stretched out his hands and placed them in front of the piano, motionless.

Although there were no words, the moment his fingers stretched out, the concert hall instantly became extraordinarily quiet, and no one dared to make any noise at this time.

Fu tune, what kind of work will be played.

It's the same as before, and he has become the top group of pianists among the first-line pianists.

Or......

Become the youngest god-level live performer, compete with Arcadi for the best throne of the year, and even have the chance to become the youngest newcomer to the Ruhr Piano Festival.

No one knows, but either one proves that they will be able to enjoy the performance they will be able to hear tonight.

Under the gaze of everyone, Fu Tiao raised his hands, raised his eyebrows slightly, and pressed hard.

Bang, Di Di Bang, Bang Bang, Hum Bang......

One of Brahms's two rhapsodies, op79-1, rhapsody in B minor.

It is full of strong Brahms flavor, and the explosion of chords in the music is vividly displayed in front of everyone.

It was only by the first hearing that everyone knew that this piece was the work of Brahms.

The beauty of the music is even more explosive, and the beauty of the music is so rich that it is like a fog boiling to envelop everyone, and even feel a trace of difficulty breathing.

At this moment, everyone sensed that something was wrong.

Although Fu Tune did not show that kind of god-level scene at the beginning, it is obvious that Fu Tune's performance at the beginning is far from being explained clearly by ordinary first-line pianists.

Under his performance, the beauty, rhythm, fluency, Brahms sense in the music, many feelings converge in it, and together they interpret this piece in front of them, Brahms Rhapsody.

Perfect.

The first reaction imaginable by anyone is perfection.

If you don't discuss the perfection outside of the god-level live god-level album.

Only the best pianists can show the perfection.

Their minds seemed to have lost their minds at this moment, staring at Fu Tune in front of them, listening to his performance.

And in their hearts, there was no longer any idea that they had to hear the Fu Tiao-level scene.

The performance in front of him is not inferior to the god-level scene at all.

Even if they didn't hear the god-level live tonight, but only heard a performance like Fu Tune, it was completely worth the trip, and this kind of performance was not something they could buy for a simple 80 euros.

If they were to pay for the piano, they would even think they should pay at least 120 euros, or more.

However, they didn't know that such a work was just a simple hors d'oeuvres for Fu Diao's concert, and Fu Diao didn't care much about it.

For the last month or two, he has devoted all his attention entirely to the other works, not the two Brahms.

What they didn't know was that when Fu was playing Brahms, he suddenly felt a unique feeling, a feeling that was difficult to express in words.

As if heaven and man were sensitive, everything in the music seemed to be presented in front of him.

The film seems to have loomed.

Just waiting for his penetration.

(End of chapter)