Everyone has different feelings about playing Chopin in Fu tunes, some feel shocked, some are surprised, and some are intoxicated and feel blessed

But they share an almost identical concept, and that is perfection.

Under Fu Tune, Fu Tune truly shows his understanding of Chopin, his understanding of Romantic works, and his understanding of the piano.

The piano is no longer a piano, but an orchestra that plays on this stage.

Extremely brilliant tones are stacked on top of each other to create a dazzling bloom like fireworks.

No one knew how he had played the way he was now, and all of them had been completely absorbed by the music, and they didn't have any extra energy to focus on the Fu tune being played on stage.

It is precisely because their attention cannot be focused on Fu Diao that they do not realize how outrageous Fu Diao's performance in music is.

It's so outrageous that even if you stare at Fu Tune's hand with a camera and carefully analyze his playing method, you can't analyze how he actually behaves the way he presents.

His hand was like magic, just brushing it over the keyboard and the music played naturally.

Whether it's a chord or a fast-successive scale run, every flow of music brings an unparalleled musical tension that can be unpredictable even in the simplest single note.

No one knew what to say now, they just remained silent, listening to Fu tune with their eyes closed, feeling Fu tune's interpretation of the first piano ballade, until the end of the final chord, and everyone finally had a breather and a little relief.

The feeling of this music is really beautiful.

Not only does it interpret the most perfect and soft parts of the music, but Fu Tune even makes people feel that genius temperament in music.

It's not the temperament of the performer, it's the temperament of Chopin.

They looked at the final chord of the music in front of them and raised their hands, and they even felt that what was in front of them at this moment was not a Fu tune from Huaguo.

It was the one who roamed Paris and became the most popular and expensive pianist and piano teacher in Paris.

Frédéric François Chopin.

Fu tune is Chopin, and Chopin is Fu tune.

It is not like Cho Sung-jin's interpretation that makes himself Chopin, but Chopin's original slightly nihilistic image has the most real representation in front of everyone.

Even when they dream at night, the Chopin they can think of will not be the image of a traditional Westerner, but the image of this young man from China in front of them.

Barenboim looked at Fu Tuo in front of him, and for some reason, he even felt a trace of dry mouth.

He looked at Argerich beside him in disbelief, and couldn't help but ask.

"Marta, I have a very serious question for you, please be sure to answer me very seriously, I want to ask you...... Dior: His previous Chopin performance was the same as today's performance, so, powerful? ”

Barenboim struggled for a long time, but finally used a powerful term to sum up Fu Tune's performance today.

He couldn't believe that in Fu Tune's not wide body, he could release such a powerful power and interpret everything in the music so perfectly.

Of all the scenes he had heard, it was most likely that he had never heard a stronger performance than Fu Tune.

Even if you count the works that can be called god-level albums, such as Zimmerman's textbook works, there are no more than five fingers of Fu tunes that he hears live in the concert hall today.

Powerful, perfect, shocking, unbelievable, this is his first reaction when he hears Fu tune's music.

He didn't believe what he heard today was played in Fu tune.

Especially after listening to Fu tune and playing a whole piece of Chopin's first piano ballade, he was even more surprised.

He couldn't have imagined that such a work was actually created by Fu Diao in order to teach Lang Liangyue a lesson and tell him what Chopin is.

After all, in his opinion, Lang Liangyue's Chopin is the level of a first-line and second-tier pianist, ordinary, and a little awesome can teach him a lesson, so he feels that although Fu Tune can still come up with a god-level scene, even if he is the champion of the Chopin International Piano Competition, his performance level may not be as strong as the enthusiastic sonata just now.

In particular, Fu Diao's age is not very old, that is, almost twenty, or even less.

Chopin played by such a person, even if it is awesome, what kind of awesome can it be?

However, the facts slapped him in the face directly, telling him what a real strong man is, and also telling him what a real Chopin is.

Such interpretation, such performance, and such technique all show one thing, that is, Fu Tune's level and strength are not as simple as he seems.

The god-level scene and the championship of the Chopin International Piano Competition, the fusion of the two actually produced an extremely rare explosive reaction at this moment, which completely pulled his performance to the extreme.

As for why it's rare......

It's not that he doesn't know the top Chopin International Piano Competition champions, and it's not that he hasn't heard that group of people play Chopin live.

The Copin that group of people played live at the god level before was just like that, and it was not particularly prominent.

Otherwise, it is impossible for the current authoritative version of Chopin's Ballade to be Zimmermann, the winner of the Chopin International Piano Competition, who was almost middle-aged and played at the level of the version, and he had already shown god-level live and god-level recordings before that.

Everyone is the champion of the Chopin International Piano Competition, and everyone has a god-level scene, why are you so special and outstanding?

So that's why Barenboim wanted to ask Argerich for confirmation.

However, Argerich fell silent, and she did not speak.

"Marta, can you tell me accurately, is he really so powerful when you saw him back then?"

Barenboim thought Argerich didn't understand his words and couldn't help but ask again.

This time, Marta Argerich finally sighed, her gaze was extraordinarily profound, and she shook her head slightly.

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

"You don't know? Marta, what does it mean, and why don't you know? Barenboim was stunned for a moment, frowned and asked: "Didn't you say that he met you when he was at the Chopin International Piano Competition, and you also listened to him play a lot, why don't you know what his level is?" ”

"Because, his change is really too big......"

Argerich closed his eyes, not knowing what to say, but took a deep breath.

On stage, Fu tunes his hand up, ready to enter the next piece, Chopin's Piano Ballade No. 2, which represents Chopin's gradual transition from youth to maturity.

Before Fu Tuo could drop his fingers, Argerich suddenly spoke and said a word.

"He's a genius, a musical genius! Real ...... Talented! ”

The moment her words fell, Fu Tuo's fingers lifted and landed on the keyboard from the air.

It seems that the keyboard has become a spring, and when Fu Diao's fingers fell, a wave of upward assistance was given, making Fu Diao's fingers lift, but he pressed a note again.

Waves, tides, serenity.

The timbre interpreted in Fu Diao's hands is as sparkling as the surface of the lake, making people feel the peace from the heart.

This feeling of tranquility like a lake instantly calmed down the emotions of the slightly excited people in the music, and turned to look at Fu Tune seriously and listen to his performance.

All the beauty is presented in his hands, and you can hear no pain or sadness in his music, as if the first ballade did not exist at all.

And when he played the emotion in the second ballade, the emotions that everyone had been immersed in the first ballade also disappeared at this moment, leaving only the simplest and purest peace.

There is no desire for the world, only admiration for the beauty of music.

They even feel that they are not sitting in a concert hall at this moment, but sitting on the edge of a lake in some forest, looking at the endless lake, blowing the cool breeze on the lake, basking in the gentle sun, and gently hugging their loved ones.

This moment made them so addicted that they didn't even want to leave it, they just wanted to be so intoxicated and enjoy all the beauty that music brings.

For Chinese people, it may not matter what the scenery is, but for the Europeans who lack sunlight, the rich sunshine in the music makes them particularly obsessed.

They even have the illusion that they have boarded a willow boat and swayed gently in the lake with the swaying of the lake.

It's like being in the arms of my parents when I was a child,

This feeling is particularly interesting and fascinating, and this feeling of building everything good in the world directly breaks through everyone's psychological defenses and makes them completely forget a very important thing.

That is, this work is not Chopin's boat song, nor is it a nocturne, but a very famous one......

Ballade!

And the ballades, especially those inspired by Mickiewicz's long poems, are basically not so calm, and end when nothing happens.

On the contrary, these ballades lead to a fantastical development that is like a story.

"Lake Svičezi" is the inspiration for this second piano ballade.

And in this piece, you can hear the flow under the music, through the cold and cold, despair.

While everyone was completely unnoticed, the cold beneath the music had gradually bared their fangs to everyone.

Night gradually falls, enveloping the town that lives by the lake, embracing everyone and letting them enter the hometown of their dreams.

Everything seems to be so beautiful, but everything is so unacceptable.

Because......

Airplanes!

As everyone sank, Fu Tiao's hands were raised, and then pressed hard.

The extraordinarily heavy second theme in Chopin's Piano Ballade No. 2 is presented to everyone.

Panic, fear, bewilderment, dazed.

The dagger that lurked in the darkness finally showed its fangs to everyone.

The dense crowd of warriors infiltrated the calm and peaceful village by the lake, slit the throats of the people in the village while they slept, and let the blood drip down, building a totem of blood on the ground.

The night still covered everything, and it had turned into a black silk, blinding God's eyes and ears.

He stood quietly in the dark church, oblivious to the world, not noticing that the blood of His people had eroded the glass, and that the multicolored glass was now only the last color, and that was ......

Scarlet.

The emotions in the music are even more intense, whether it is an accusation of his injustice, or the pain of mourning the ignorant children.

Unable to resist, there was no room for resistance, so he could only wait for the butcher's knife to cut down on this village, which no longer had any youthful strength.

Even though the fire spilled on the ground, igniting everything and shining on the greedy faces of the robbers beneath the black veils, he remained unmoved.

Even though the burning house lit up the black heaven and earth, and shone blood on the holy idol, He remained unmoved.

Even though there seemed to be no living creature between the heavens and the earth except for the bandits, he remained unmoved.

He doesn't care.

In the same way, he could not hear the painful cry of the old and weak in the city.

Everything in the music seems to shine the darkness very deeply, like an abyss swallowing up all the light.

The people who originally believed in Fu Tune and were immersed in Fu Tune's music also became extremely distorted at this moment.

They don't know what to say, all they can feel is a pain that cannot be described in words, a pain of isolation.

They felt like the gods, indifferent to the slaughter of their followers, powerless to return.

They can feel the pain of the believer, but they also have a sense of detachment, as if they are separated by a membrane.

The tickling sensation made them almost go crazy with it.

And Argerich also spoke to Barenboim, who seemed to be a little obedient to the side.

"A genius can always find the right answer for himself, and what I did at that time was just to give this genius, a little guidance, to tell him the way forward."

Barenboim took his eyes off Fu Tiao with difficulty, and looked at Argerich beside him, his brow furrowed slightly, a little unsure of what she meant.

However, Argerich did not give Barenboim more room to ask questions, she just looked at Fu Tune, who was building pain and exaggerating despair, and did not know whether to speak to herself or Barenboim.

"I didn't do anything, I just told him that Chopin was missing from his music, and that playing a composer's work requires a composer's own feeling, so if he wants to take his music further, then he should find that feeling that belongs to Chopin.

"However, I didn't tell him that not everyone is suitable for playing Chopin, everyone has their own suitable composer, for example, Lang Liangyue, he is a pianist who is suitable for some Russian schools, and his interpretation of their works is particularly interesting, in addition, his German and Austrian works are also very interesting, with his own characteristics in them.

For Lang Liangyue, he just needs to find a pianist or piano works that match his style, so that he can exert stronger strength, and for others, even if their style is very similar to Lang Liangyue, they are all the same group of people who play his own works, they can't be as straightforward as Lang Liangyue, and directly use Lang Liangyue's works as their own works.

"My thoughts about Dior at the time were actually just a simple touch, I didn't expect him to fit Chopin, after all, he was obviously a self-centered person, and he paid more attention to playing his own feelings, rather than copying the composer's style, so I actually had a little bit of persuasion Dior at that time......"

As her words fell, Barenboim took them with a smile.

"Then you were wrong, you never thought that Dior would grow into what he is now, and you didn't expect that he actually showed a level of strength far beyond your imagination at the Ruhr Piano Festival."

Argerich was silent, and finally nodded slowly, admitting: "Yes, I didn't think of it, and I couldn't have imagined that I knew so many people, and no one could do it, even me......

"Daniel, I'm also a genius, I'm a genius like no other, and I know I'm a genius, so I'll be just as tolerant of other geniuses, and I'll pick them up for something they haven't noticed, after all, no matter how talented they are, they can't be more talented than me.

"But now, I was wrong......"

Argerich looked at Fu Tuo, and his eyes gradually revealed a gleam.

Barenboim looked at her and couldn't help but be a little stunned for a moment.

He felt that Argerich was glowing, just as she had been when she was younger.

After becoming the world's top pianist, she hasn't been like this for a long time, often not practicing, and often feeling guilty because she doesn't practice, hiding in the piano room to practice for a day.

She hasn't practiced because of other people's strong level and talent for a long time.

She was like charcoal that had been burned, and although it still exuded preheat, it only emitted residual heat.

But now, in Barenboim's senses, the charcoal, which should have been extinguished, burned again, releasing only a second heat.

She felt the challenge, so she was going to take on the challenge.

Barenboim had forgotten how long it had been since he had seen Argerich like this.

Looking at her, he couldn't help but laugh.

And in the hands of Fu Tiao, the god who has not said a word and allowed his followers to be slaughtered.

I opened my eyes.

Tomorrow I will go to Harbin Central Street, will anyone arrest me?

(End of chapter)