Fu Tune's hands run quickly on the piano, grabbing all the chords in Brahms's works with great precision, so that the chords of the music itself are vividly displayed, and with Fu Tune's interpretation of the music itself, the music content is instantly displayed extraordinarily gorgeously.

It grabbed everyone's ears and made them unable to distract themselves from the performance of Fu Tune, but to immerse themselves in it.

It wasn't until the end of the performance of the two Brahms works in Fu Tune that everyone took a breath, looked at each other, and nodded silently.

Sure enough, although there is still a slight gap with the god-level scene they imagined, the level of this appearance is really very good, and it is the kind of good that no matter how nitpicking you are, it is difficult for you to find the loopholes in Fu tune's music.

The only problem with Fu Tune may be that he can't make everyone happy with his style and like him.

After all, he is not a soft girl coin, and he can't be liked by everyone.

Even if it's a soft girl coin, it can't be liked by everyone in the world.

Under this interpretation of Fu Tune, it directly proves that he has gradually broken away from the group of first-line pianists, moving in the direction of the top pianists, and getting closer and closer to the top pianists.

In the end, only the last god-level scene was left to come true.

Everyone watched Fu Tiao's heart gradually relax, and they stopped thinking about anything about the god-level scene for a while.

It's just that......

In the whole concert hall, he is the only one who knows how close and ...... he is to that state Fit.

He raised his hands, Brahms's two simple rhapsodies paused between his fingers, and the whole concert hall became extremely quiet, and all eyes were focused on him, waiting for him to play next.

A small number of people still think that Fu Tune may play a god-level scene.

Most people, by the time they heard about Brahms, had already given up on the idea.

After all, compared with those who broke through halfway, the vast majority of performers were already in that state of crushing everything at the beginning.

Under their gaze, Fu Tuo sighed and did not continue to play directly, but looked his gaze to the side.

Dense crowds of people sit together on the side, tall or short, scattered and orderly.

Although Fu Tiao couldn't see where Lang Liangyue was at all, he knew that Lang Liangyue was here.

Therefore, after taking a deep breath, he spoke slowly.

"Next work, Beethoven, Piano Sonata No. 23, Passion."

When the words fell, there was a slight uproar in the concert hall.

After all, Fu Tune's program list had already been sent to all of them and pasted on Fu Tune's booklet.

Why did Fu Tiao specifically pronounce this word?

They looked at Fu Tune, full of puzzlement, and could only mutter a few words, looking at Fu Tune tentatively, waiting for Fu Tune's interpretation.

It's just that......

Not everyone was ignorant of this, and some people looked at Lang Liangyue, who was sitting at the front of the concert hall.

Just now, Fu Diao's eyes kept looking at the place behind him, and he didn't notice that Lang Liangyue was sitting at the bottom of the concert hall, the closest place to him.

And Lang Liangyue looked at Fu Diao's side face, and couldn't help but show a hint of interest.

Others may not have heard it, but he definitely did.

Fu Tiao, declaring war on him.

Although Fu Diao didn't know which side he was sitting on, he didn't even know if he had come to the concert hall to listen to his performance today.

But Fu Tiao still declared war on him without hesitation.

There is a trace of detail that can be seen from Fu Tune's program list.

They only had a little idea when they watched Fu Tune's program list before, but after hearing Fu Tune say this, almost everyone who knew a little bit of the inside story could guess Fu Tune's thoughts.

Fu Tune, he declared war on Lang Liangyue.

But why?

Some people in the know looked at Fu Diao and Lang Liangyue, their eyes kept turning, looking at the two of them curiously, thinking about what kind of contradiction between the two of them would make the two of them go toe-to-toe like this.

Even Lang Liangyue and Li Diyun did not have such a-for-tat confrontation before.

Lang Liangyue looked at Fu Diao's eyes, seemed to be slightly sensitive, and nodded silently.

"Liangyue ......" Gina next to him leaned towards Lang Liangyue's side, looking at Lang Liangyue's slightly plump but extremely serious face, she couldn't help but ask with a little curiosity: "Did something happen?" ”

"No, it's not ......"

Lang Liangyue shook her head slightly, preventing Gina from asking further, but looked at Fu Diao, who was sitting on the stage, staring at the keyboard in her hand, and said softly.

"Since you want to prove something to me, then give it a try."

"Proof?"

"Well, proof ......"

Gina wanted to ask something, but Lang Liangyue raised her palm at Gina, shook her head slightly, stopped her from continuing to ask, and looked at Fu Tiao in front of her.

Waiting for him to play.

It's not just him, it's everyone else.

Regardless of whether they understood Fu Tune's subtext or not, at this moment, all their attention was on Fu Tune, looking forward to what kind of surprise Fu Tune could bring them.

Under the eyes of everyone, Fu Tuo's palm fell on the piano, and did not make any sound, but pinched all the restlessness in the concert hall, controlled it in the palm of his hand, and pinched it apart.

Obviously, he didn't do anything, but there was an inexplicable sense of anxiety and an indescribable anxiety in the concert hall.

What do they seem to be expecting, and what are they afraid of?

Why do you feel this way?

Isn't it just a passionate sonata, what's there to be afraid of...... Target?

Before everyone's thoughts could unfold, Fu Tune's hand slowly pressed, and unlike the usual ascending chord, an extremely heavy descending chord was in Fu Tune's hand, and it was extremely difficult to grasp the middle hope, moaning in pain, and falling on the stage.

Rumble!

It's just a chord, and under these few seconds of waiting, the chords in Fu Diao's hand directly shocked everyone's thoughts, and their pupils couldn't help but dilate, looking at everything Fu Diao showed on the stage in disbelief.

Wait, what they just heard......

Is it the first movement of the passionate sonata?

Are you kidding? Whose first movement of the Passion Sonata begins like this, so shocking?

With despair and death, he walked to hell in agony, and every step seemed to be deep in the mud, unable to extricate himself.

The deep thoughts under the music directly shattered all the people's understanding of music, and there was only one thing in their minds at this moment.

That's the music of Fu Tune.

Fu's music is very much like the feeling of the sea, and this is the first thought of everyone.

And at this moment, the music shown by Fu Tune, the extremely simple feeling of the sea seems to have disappeared cleanly, and there is no feeling of the sea.

No, no, it's not so......

Wait a minute......

Some people listen to Fu tune's music, and the suffocating despair rushes from all sides to the pain that squeezes into your body.

Suddenly, inexplicably, sounded under the deep sea.

Where light can't reach.

It's like falling helplessly into the abyss.

It's all so similar.

"......"

Someone suddenly widened his eyes, covered his lips, and couldn't help but whisper.

He really didn't know what to say, so he could only keep clenching and stretching his fingers to let his mood get a little calm.

"The interpretation of this music is really terrifying."

"Yes......"

Someone spoke to himself blankly, and there were people around him who did the same, looking at the performance in front of him in shock, gasping deeply.

Dangdangdang......

The knock of fate is reflected in the enthusiasm.

Although it has not yet become the anger of the symphony of fate, in the passion, the sadness has become extraordinarily strong.

Under this falling abyss, Fu Tiao raised his hand an octave and walked to a higher position.

He pressed the chord in his hand again to descend.

An illusory light emerges.

This is Heaven, the call of Heaven, Heaven's final salvation for the fallen, a wicker from Heaven like alms.

Nothing, ethereal, but it seems to save those who fall into the abyss alone.

This was the final straw.

"This contrast, this musical expression ......"

Some people didn't know what to say anymore, they looked at Fu Tuo in front of them in disbelief, and their bodies couldn't help but tremble.

Obviously it was just simple music, but they were still sitting in the concert hall.

But for some reason, they felt like they had fallen silent from a giant ship, struggling powerlessly upward, struggling incessantly, trying to surface themselves and breathe another breath of fresh air.

But it was all in vain, they couldn't do anything, they could only watch their bodies keep falling, falling and falling into the abyss.

Little by little, the light in front of him was swallowed up by the darkness around him, and those hidden under the darkness unabashedly revealed their covetous gaze, trying to swallow it into their stomachs.

When they were about to despair, they seemed to see the light, the rescue team searching for them in the bright light, and the crowd of people who kept diving to find them.

Peace of mind.

Not to feel like Atlas any longer.

It seems that everything is getting better.

But all this has brought about an even more painful, desperate depravity.

"Grass!"

In the corner of the music, someone hammered his thigh hard, his pupils constricted, his eyeballs spit out, he kept taking deep breaths, and his mouth was spitting out dirty words with difficulty.

His emotions have been completely controlled by Fu Tuo, and there is no way to control his emotions at all.

He even felt like Tom, being toyed with in the palm of his hand.

If you want him to laugh, he laughs, and if you want him to cry, he cries.

It was as if he was no longer himself, but someone else.

This feeling made him extremely painful, but......

He couldn't let go of that feeling.

He felt as if he had been poisoned, and he was addicted to this musical control.

The feeling of not having to think about anything, and allowing yourself to immerse yourself in the music, was so refreshing that his brain couldn't help but tremble.

It was a feeling he had never felt before.

Whether it's Lang Liangyue, or Kissin, Gina, or they, he has never felt that feeling.

He was terrified, but he was so frightened.

"Why can this music be played like this, is this really passionate?"

"I don't know, but I know ......"

Another passer-by who was sitting next to the man looked at Fu Tuo in front of him, couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva in the same way, and said slowly.

"I feel that this work of Fu Tune may have really reached the level of a god-level scene."

God-level scene!

Although Fu Tiao had heard what it was like to be a god-level live before, he had never really felt himself playing a god-level live scene.

He thought about it in his dreams countless times, imagining that he could play a god-level scene, but every time he woke up from his dream at the moment when he was about to succeed in playing because he had not experienced it.

Each time, he looked feebly at the ceiling above his head, struggling to close his eyes again, trying to continue his dreams.

But the dream never continued to say so.

Even if it is barely continued, the plot will make large-scale jumps, or even go in reverse.

It's like a virgin who can't really dream about what he loves to do, no matter how he dreams.

Naturally, the same is true of Fu Tune.

His countless dreams and dissatisfaction with Lang Liangyue may have alarmed him, or perhaps he had alarmed God, Jesus, Yahweh, the Virgin Mary and others, and at this moment, he was finally set free.

For the first time, he felt the veins of the music so clear in his hands.

He felt like he was able to control his body with immense perfection.

It's not what the average person thinks, I control the movement of each finger flexibly, I can show everything I want, and I can play those four-part or even five-part works at all.

Instead, I can control my body and play everything I want.

Playing is a difficult thing to do, and he doesn't mean that the pianist can interpret whatever he wants.

Every time they practice, they are not practicing the expression of music and the wrong notes.

They're just practicing how they control themselves.

They practice how to make music perfectly express their ideas, so that their ideas about music can be perfectly conveyed to the ears of everyone in the concert hall, so that they can feel their understanding of music.

It is very difficult for people to understand each other.

Having a wall called music on top of the communication makes it even more difficult.

Maybe what I want to express is a simple liking, but you can listen to it as a crush that lasts until death.

Maybe what I want to express is the pain of a deep hatred in the sea of blood, but you can hear it as flirting like "don't~".

How to express what you want to express is the first point, and how to make the audience in the concert hall accept it is the second point.

How to achieve these two points is the most headache for all pianists.

Everyone can only explain the music well within their own ability, and express what they want to express clearly, as for the thoughts of the audience in the concert hall, then there is no way to control it.

But if ...... Can you control everything? So what will happen?

Fu Tiao had thought about such a question before, but he never had an answer.

But today, he has that answer.

That's the god-level scene.

He was able to control everything on the spot.

He could clearly feel the sound of his piano striking the distant wall and rushing towards himself.

He was able to control every bit of the sound and make the music the way he wanted it to be.

Everything felt so perfect and comfortable in his control.

Before playing this Beethoven passionate sonata, that is, when Brahms Rhapsody, the film he felt was pierced by him at this moment.

All the mysteries of music unfolded before him.

"Sure enough, this is a god-level scene."

Fu Tiao played the music in his hand, and couldn't help but show a satisfied smile on his face.

And Lang Liangyue under the stage, there was also a smile on his face.

Struggles between musicians are quite normal, and he often fights with other pianists to compete with each other for their understanding of music.

After seeing the musicality displayed by Fu Tune, the smile on his face became rich.

Go on, go on.

The emotions in the music are more ferocious, more incisive, and everything in the music is fully displayed.

How boring it would be if there was no opponent in the world.

Countless top pianists are aging because of their bodies, and they can't show their full strength.

And the younger generation was surpassed by him one after another, and was no longer qualified to be his opponent.

Now that Fu Tuo was born and appeared in front of him, he felt excited, and he felt the enthusiasm that he hadn't felt for a long time.

How long has it been since I've played enthusiastically?

It's been so long that he can't remember a little bit.

But he felt that the performance of the enthusiastic first movement of Fu Tune was not inferior to his previous performance.

God-level scene, this is God-level scene.

It is unique and only belongs to Fu Diao's personal god-level scene.

The emotions in the music transcend the limit, crushing everyone in the concert hall and driving everyone's emotions in a god-level scene.

He didn't have any thoughts in his heart to fight against Fu Tune, only the idea of enjoying the music.

After all, ordinary confrontations are common.

And the god-level scene is extremely rare.

"However, if it's just like this, at most it's just a draw, but it can't surpass me......" Lang Liangyue suddenly thought in his heart.

At the same time, Fu Tiao seemed to feel Lang Liangyue's thoughts, he looked at the keyboard in his hand, and couldn't help but whisper to himself:

"What about the second movement, then?"

(End of chapter)