Countless wails wept bitterly in the second theme of utter sorrow as they struggled to pray to their deity for the last glimmer of glory, for the gods to bring down divine punishment and destroy the enemy who was swinging their scythes at them.

The gods could not bear to open their eyes, because when they did, the world was hell.

But the struggle in his ears forced Him to open His eyes and look at the almost destroyed world.

Whether it was the spirit of the gods who had a glimmer of forbearance in their hearts, or the enemies who were slaughtering the people had violated his interests, he finally closed his eyes again.

Only this time with his eyes closed, He granted their request.

"I pray to the gods for divine punishment to destroy the wicked and give us a new home to stand on this earth again."

"But I know that my prayers are so greedy that even the most benevolent of gods will not grant my prayers, so ...... I would like to sacrifice the lives of all the people of the village, and pray that your eyes will come to the world and destroy us, along with the wicked people, so that everything will return to the original peace of nature. ”

"Silence reigned over me, and I didn't know what the gods would say, but the boiling flames outside the window shone on the almost blood-coated glass, and I seemed to be clothed in a bloody coarse cloth, and the noise outside the house seemed to be getting closer, and I seemed to be able to smell the blood of their swords."

"The touch on the tip of the knife seems to be my mother, and the residue on the back of the knife is slightly similar to my godfather, and the one who has just been thrown into the blood-soaked and slightly swollen ground is my younger sister who has just been born for less than the anniversary......"

"They are getting closer and closer to me, but the gods have not responded to me, as if he has given up on this earthly ......"

"I heard the door slammed open, the purgatory cut off by the thick door had inexorably permeated the cramped church, I seemed to have heard their laughter, the friction of their clothes wiping the blood of their swords, and the ......"

"His approval!"

Rumble!

Fu Diao's hand was raised, and then slammed down.

The beauty and pain in the music are completely integrated at this moment, despair and hope seem to be inseparable from each other, and heaven and earth seem to return to chaos at this moment.

He finally granted the believer's request to give a small punishment to those who raised the butcher's knife.

The rain, falling heavier and heavier, from the dots to the lines, and finally to the sky, extinguished all the fire and hope on the ground, and at the same time, brought natural disasters, the punishment He bestowed.

The lake burst its banks, completely submerging everything downstream, embracing all the good and bad in the world into the embrace of the flood, and completely annihilating it.

He didn't care, but since His followers asked, He answered.

Although there is no perfect ending, everything has come to an end.

And this end, in exchange for lasting peace.

Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang......

Fu Tuo's hand fell and pulled up, fell and pulled up, the music lingered, and everything returned to the original tranquility.

It's just that in this tranquility, it is not the tranquility at the beginning of the story that brings it, but the most powerless tranquility.

Everything is completely buried under the lake, and no one knows what happened before, let alone the sin and simplicity hidden under the music.

Everyone didn't know what they should say, they looked at Fu Tuo in front of them, and even had a trace of dry mouth, and they didn't know how to deal with it.

Under this calm, the music completely dissipates and becomes a ripple in the space, and there is no longer any trace of it.

Silence, silence, silence.

No one wants to make any sound at this moment to break the remnants of this musical beauty.

They could only look at Fu Diao so quietly, and use their extremely hot eyes to express the most exciting enthusiasm in their hearts.

If it weren't for the fact that the concert hadn't come to an end yet, but had just finished the second piano ballade, and the third piano ballade and the fourth piano ballade were still missing, they might have already begun to applaud vigorously and express their deep excitement to Fu Tune.

And Fu Tiao, as if he had also noticed the passion in their hearts, raised his fingers, and instead of looking at the crowd, he raised his hand and slowly pressed the first note.

The first note of Chopin's Ballade for Piano No. 3.

……

On the other side of the scene where Fu Tune played the god level, although it was about nine o'clock and nearly ten o'clock at night on the European side, there were still many people who had not slept and were still working.

For example, the group of people at Deutsche Grammophone.

Although China often says that people in Europe respect the eight-hour work system, as long as it exceeds eight hours, they will not be willing to continue working, and they will not even ask about the company after work, and even if the company has something to ask them, they will report the company.

But in fact, every country has a corresponding number of people who roll up and people who lie flat, but there are more people who lie flat in Europe, especially for those who see their heads at a glance, they prefer to lie flat.

Or if they make enough money, they will also be willing to lie flat.

Deutsche Grammophon does not belong to either of the two, especially for Fu's agent.

He belongs to the round-the-clock work, when he has work, he is busy to death, and when he has no work, he is idle and panicked.

During the summer festival, the countless artists at Gramophone had to coordinate their work, which made his work extremely busy.

It is precisely because of this that he did not accompany Fu Diao to his concert, after all, he is not Fu Diao's exclusive agent, he is only responsible for sending Fu Diao to the Ruhr Piano Festival, and as for the rest of the work, he doesn't care much.

After all, everyone has already entered the Ruhr Piano Festival, what else can you do for Fu Tune? You can't always serve tea, pour water, and ask for warmth, right? There are still so many things to prepare on his side, and he doesn't have time to serve Fu Diao alone.

Recently, he managed to coordinate the performance time of all the artists, and finally got some time to spend with his family.

As a result, when he took his family of three, one person with two trekking poles, hiking 30 kilometers in the forest to find a relatively flat place to set up a tent and camp, a phone call suddenly came in.

"Hey, hey, hey? Hear me? ”

The agent looked at the mobile phone in his hand, turned his head to look at the children who were cutting down trees to build a campfire, and his wife who was smiling at him, his expression couldn't help but be bitter, sighed, and helplessly took the phone to a corner, and asked into the phone.

"This is Zimmerin, the agent of Deutsche Grammophone, may I ask you for something?"

"Hello Zimmerin, this is the head of the Ruhr Piano Festival, and I'm Müller, the head of the German region."

"Hello Miller, I know you, I have your notes on my phone." Zimmerlin felt a little pain in his head, so he couldn't help but squat down, rubbed his eyebrows, and asked Miller, "May I ask if something happened to the artist on my side?" Is it Dio Fu? If I'm not mistaken, he's in concert tonight, right? What happened to him? ”

"There's nothing wrong with him, there's no need to be too nervous and worried."

Miller on the other end of the phone laughed happily.

Miller was standing in the side of the concert hall in front of him with a concert recorder, which was responsible for recording the concert pianists.

Outside the cottage is the Essen Concert Hall.

Fu tunes are being played in it.

Miller glanced at Fu Tune playing a little greedily, and the smile on his face became extraordinarily bright, and he spoke to Fu Tune's agent, Zimmerlin.

"I just wanted to tell you that Dior played very well tonight."

"Whew...... Yes, that's good. Zimmerin couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he heard Miller's words, turned his head to look at his wife who was playing with the children behind him, and his mood became extraordinarily relaxed: "So what's the matter?" Do you want to inform me about Fu Tune? I don't think Miller, you called me just to tell me that Dior played very well. ”

"Zimmerin!"

Before Zimmerin could finish his words, his wife behind him got up and waved her arms vigorously at him, and shouted: "I will take our children to the forest to pick some mushrooms and wild vegetables for tonight's dinner, there is still some firewood here that has not been cleaned, you can remember to clean it up later, and then don't forget the tent!" The tent hasn't been set up yet! ”

"Okay! I know! ”

Zimmerin looked at his wife, who turned around and walked towards the mountain, and immediately waved his hand in the same way to show that he knew, and then apologized to Miller on the other end of the phone.

"Sorry, I'm not in Berlin right now, I'm on vacation near Brandenburg...... If anything, can you please pick out the key points, I still need to accompany my wife and my children, life is too short, the emphasis is on companionship, Mr. Miller, you should know, right? ”

"Of course, if I can have such a chance to take a vacation, I will also choose to come out to spend time with my children, I like the forests near Brandenburg, they are tall and dense, the feeling of being alone in the forest and feeling the loneliness (Waldeinsamkeit) makes me extremely obsessed, but it is a pity, I think you probably can't continue to enjoy that feeling of loneliness tonight, and your vacation may end early......"

"What do you mean?"

Zimmerlin felt that something was not quite right when he heard Miller's words, and he couldn't help frowning, and asked, "Why do you say that I can't enjoy that feeling?" ”

"The reason is very simple, Dior, he played a god-level live."

Miller said cheerfully.

The tone was very light, but it directly penetrated Zimmerin's brain like thunder, he looked at the mobile phone in his hand in disbelief, the whole person's head was a little confused, he couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva, and asked hesitantly.

"Wait, let's check first, you're talking about Dio Fu, right?"

"That's right."

"It's the Chopin International Piano Competition winner Dior Fu, right?"

"That's right."

"This year is 2016, in June, Dior is 19 years old this year, I don't come to the future 2026, or 2036...... Is that right? ”

"Yes, it's 2016."

Miller nodded, and his tone was sincere: "You heard it right, it was the 19-year-old Dior Fu, the champion of the Chopin International Piano Competition, who showed his most perfect strength in today's performance at the Ruhr Piano Festival and played a god-level scene." ”

"What the...... Grass! ”

When Zimmerin heard this, his first reaction was not excitement or euphoria, but another indescribable emotion.

Pain and surprise are intertwined.

His vacation was ruined, but his artists played well.

He pinched his brow in pain, crouched down and spoke to Miller.

"Okay, I see, when will your mastering tapes come out?"

"We should be able to come out tonight, we will stay up late to sort it out, Dior will have less than half an hour before the concert will end, we can sort out everything about the concert at about twelve o'clock tonight and send it to you."

"Okay, just send it to me when Dior's concert is over, I'll try to get everyone ready tomorrow morning, thank you for your help, see when you're free, we can meet for a drink."

"Hahahaha, let's talk about it when you're done with Dior."

Miller laughed twice and hung up the phone.

Zimmerlin, on the other hand, sighed.

In the distance, his wife and children walked towards the camp with their hands full of mushrooms and wild vegetables, laughing and laughing, washing the wild vegetables and boiling them in a small aluminum iron pot, the sound of gurgling echoed in the forest, but did not arouse the birds.

His wife seemed to notice Zimmerlin's bad mood, and couldn't help but take two steps forward, gently put her arm around Zimmerlin's shoulder, and asked.

"Zimmerin, what's wrong? What happened? ”

"No, it's fine...... You wait for me. ”

Zimmerin shook his head, got up and walked to the campfire, split the unfinished firewood, set it aside, and then walked to the side to tie up their camp.

After all this was done, Zimmerlin breathed a long sigh of relief and smiled at his wife beside him.

"I'm sorry, Linna, I'm really sorry, I can't accompany you anymore, I need to rush back to Berlin first, you can continue to enjoy your hiking and camping here, I wish you all the best."

With that, he kissed his wife twice on the cheek, turned around and hugged his children, smiled at them, and waved his hand.

"I'm sorry, I need to get back to Berlin tomorrow morning, so I need to go first and see you back home."

"Zimmerin ......"

His wife looked at Zimmerlin worriedly, but did not say anything to stop his work.

Zimmerin was one of those people who liked to enjoy himself, and he was not willing to give all his time in exchange for money, but now it was about his artists and the development of Deutsche Grammophone, and he had to roll.

So, he planned to hike 30 kilometers in the middle of the night and run all the way back to Berlin.

No, maybe you can walk more than 20 kilometers to the city of Brandenburg, where you will find the main train station, and take the train back in the middle of the night without any problem.

He thought about it, didn't hesitate too much, directly propped up his trekking poles, turned on the light on his chest, and walked towards the deep mountains without the slightest hesitation.

Any waste of time will cause problems down the road.

In addition to the release of the Ruhr Piano Festival record in Fu tune, there is another particularly important content, that is, the award of the Ruhr Piano Festival.

This year, in addition to Fu Diao, there is another person, Arcade also made a god-level scene.

The old men and ladies in the organizing committee may not necessarily be biased towards Fu Tune, they may be biased towards Arcade, who has participated in the Ruhr for more than ten years and has not won an award.

After all, people have no merit and hard work, plus people are old, the chance of playing a god-level scene next time is small, and there are so many opportunities behind Fu Tune.

Zimmerlin thought about it with his head, and he knew that the group of people might think about whether to award Arcadi this year's rookie of the year as soon as their brains were hot.

If Fu Diao didn't come up with a god-level scene this year, he actually didn't have so many ideas, but the problem is that now Fu Diao has taken out a god-level scene, listening to Miller's statement, Fu Diao's level is extremely strong, and it is worth listening.

Then, a lot of things can start operating.

Gramophone Award, Echo Award, Grammy Classical Award, Whole Tone Classical Award......

If the operation is good, maybe Fu Diao can win one or two awards, which is not only the glory of Fu Diao, but also a shot in the arm that their Deutsche Grammophone Company has not achieved results for so many years.

So, there is no time to waste, he must go back now.

With great force he held his trekking poles, he walked step by step into the depths of the forest, and soon came to the path that had been cultivated by man, and followed the path without hesitation to the main station of Brandenburg.

Even so, the distance from here to Brandenburg may be more than twenty kilometers.

In the Essen concert hall, after making Zimmerin's call, Miller did not stop directly, but began to make other calls.

With one phone call after another, the originally lifeless classical music world gradually began to squirm again, and it seemed that there was a trace of vitality again.

They gathered around Fu Tune, watching Fu Tune from the shadows, waiting for Fu Tune to fall from the fruit.

Looking forward to the most perfect work.

It's just that Fu Diao doesn't know this, or even if he does, he won't care.

Because all his attention was on the narrative he was playing.

Chopin's Ballade for Piano No. 3!

Waldeinsamkeit is lonely in the woods

(End of chapter)