Lang Liangyue's inexplicable apology stunned everyone, they didn't expect that Lang Liangyue would actually apologize to Fu Diao?

No one guessed why, some were just confused.

What happened and why did Lang Liangyue apologize?

Lang Liangyue did not explain, and Fu Diao did not respond because he did not have a Weibo account.

For a while, there was a turmoil, and everyone was speculating about the grievances and hatreds between Fu Liang and Lang Liangyue, and some people even drove out some of Lang Liangyue and Fu Tiao's new year overnight.

It's just that Fu Diao doesn't know these things at all.

He didn't know that in the time when he was sleeping, the content of Lang Liangyue's apology on the Chinese domestic hot list directly rose to the top ten of the list.

He just stayed at his own house and slept, rested, and was ready to see if there was anything good to eat at Essen, and after getting a little bit of food and making a tooth sacrifice, he went straight back to Berlin from Essen.

It was precisely because of the end of his concert that he was able to leave nothing at all and sleep until the alarm clock rang at eight o'clock in the morning.

He casually turned off his mobile phone, which was still noisy, and after coming back to his senses in bed, he got up and walked to the corner of the room, and pressed a simple cup of coffee capsule for himself.

It's not espresso, just a slightly light morning coffee.

Fu Tiao didn't know the specific name of this type of coffee, and it didn't write any cappuccino or latte, but wrote a simple morning coffee, about 100ml.

The coffee water was steaming, Fu Tiao rubbed his shoulders, and his gaze was scattered without distance.

After the coffee stopped dripping, he woke up like a dream, reached out to take the ceramic cup, staggered to the window of the hotel where he lived, and stretched out his hand to pull it open.

Wow!

The originally dim room was suddenly filled with light, and the entire city appeared in front of him without any concealment.

Merely......

It's still a little bleak, and the weather isn't particularly good today, just like the normal weather on the German side, it's still full of gray fog here, and it's a very normal cloudy day.

did not show a rare sunshine because Fu played a god-level scene yesterday.

It is precisely because of this that the whole city looks gray and not particularly clear.

Fu Tiao didn't have any special feelings, he just raised his eyebrows, crossed his arms, and sipped the coffee in his mouth little by little, with the slightest bitterness and caffeine support, he finally got out of the predicament he had just woken up.

"Yawn...... I'm really tired from this performance, I've been sleeping for so long, and I'm still so tired......"

As the last drop of coffee in the cup was drunk by Fu Tuo, Fu Tuo just took a long breath of relief, threw the coffee cup aside, and twisted his body.

Exhaustion and sleepiness still surged through his body.

He glanced at his phone, which was set to a constant so he could see the time very clearly.

Around a quarter past eight in the morning.

Because of the time difference, the time in China should be a quarter past two in the afternoon.

In the beautiful country on the other side of the Pacific, the current time is a quarter past two in the middle of the night.

Looking at the accumulation of so many emails, even if he could only see how many messages he received because he didn't unlock them, he probably knew what those letters wanted to say to him.

If I'm not mistaken, it should basically be about his god-level performance last night.

And the vast majority of them should be congratulations and praises to him.

This is not a boast, but a consensus in a circle.

When a person performs an absolutely powerful work, it is like a person in the scientific research circle who has made some achievements, whether they know it or not, they will definitely send some congratulatory words to that person.

But looking at hundreds of messages......

Fu Tiao's eyebrows raised slightly, and he inexplicably had a trace of doubt.

Do you really know so many people in the classical music circle? Or did someone send him more than one message?

He thought about it, but couldn't think of an answer, so he could only shake his head.

He stood in front of the window and stretched his latissimus dorsi slightly, pulled his bones and pectorals, and his mouth couldn't help but deflat.

Sure enough, I went to bed as soon as I got home last night, and the consequences of not taking a shower and sleeping came out.

It's sticky in the morning, and it's not good at all.

Originally, I wanted to say that I would see what those emails said, but now I feel that it is better to rinse it first, otherwise I always feel disrespectful when I look at the congratulations and congratulations of those people sticky.

The slimy feeling made him immediately take off his clothes and go into the bathroom to rinse off.

The cold liquid washed over his body, washing away all the dust and sweat on his body, so that his brain, which had a trace of chaos, was completely awake at this moment.

Everything from last night came back to his mind again.

Sure enough, he succeeded, he successfully played a god-level scene, his control of music successfully reached the peak of what he could achieve, and everything in the music was under his control, becoming extraordinarily perfect.

Some details that he didn't remember were also presented in his mind.

He suddenly remembered the people he had seen yesterday in the process of playing, no, to be precise, in the process of getting up and thanking him.

Taking Lang Liangyue at the front as an example, he still remembers the twitching corners of Lang Liangyue's mouth at that time, and the appearance of being the first to get up and congratulate himself at the end.

It's obviously something that just happened yesterday.,I don't know why it's so dreamy.。

I actually succeeded in convincing Lang Liangyue, this is really ......

"Hey, hey, hey...... Refreshing! ”

Fu Diao played the shower gel on his muscles, and the more he thought about it, the more excited the corners of his mouth became.

I can't believe the state of my performance yesterday, it's like in a dream, is this a god-level scene? Sure enough, no wonder that group of people said that the god-level scene was like a dream, and they only had the opportunity to touch it by chance.

It's not like you can play a god-level live if you want to play a god-level live at all.

At that time, Fu Diao was still a little puzzled, how could it be possible?

Can you successfully play it once, and you remember that feeling, right? Why is there no way to replicate it?

Now he knows it thoroughly, because your whole brain doesn't have the energy to pay attention to your own performance, all you think about is how to play your music better, how to make it more perfect.

So when Fu Tune left the stage, his mind was also about how to make the concert better, not how he played it at that time.

So when he went back to the house and woke up from a tired sleep, everything became very reasonable.

He also forgot how he played it.

If he is asked to do it again, Fu Diao can be 100% sure that he will definitely not be able to play the god-level scene that he played before.

Because at that time, in addition to the right time, place and people, there was also a particularly important thing in it.

That's the breath in his heart.

He especially wants to play a certain feeling of music, he has a special attachment to something, all of which are integrated into his music, forcing him to play a certain feeling of music.

Now he's succeeded, playing the feeling he wanted, but that breath naturally dissipated.

Unless he swells up that breath again, and it swells up with sincerity, and not for the sake of swelling, then it is possible for him to play a god-level scene again.

Thinking of this, Fu Diao wanted to laugh even more.

My performance yesterday actually really played a god-level live scene! So in other words, since yesterday, I can officially enter the top pianists?

This dreamlike feeling is really cool.

Thinking about it, he reached out to turn on the cold water and rinse off the shower gel on his body, then wiped off the remaining water droplets on his body, and walked out of the bathroom, but he didn't expect that his mobile phone kept yelling over there.

He had just paused for a moment, and within a second, he squirmed wildly again, screaming, reminding him that he had already made an unknown number of calls.

Fu Tiao looked at his mobile phone and couldn't help but be stunned, quickly threw the towel aside, reached out to pick up the phone, and connected it.

Before he could speak, the person on the other end of the phone asked bluntly.

"Dior! DiOdio, is that you? Let me ask you a question, do you know why Lang Liangyue apologized to you? ”

"Huh?"

Fu Tiao was stunned for a moment, looked at the phone and was a little puzzled for a while, and couldn't help but hesitate: "Eh...... You are? ”

"I am? Don't you hear who I am? Dior, it's really sad, is our relationship so weak? Obviously we fought together......"

“……”

Fu was silent, and he began to struggle with whether to hang up the phone.

The person on the other side of the phone realized this and immediately added: "I'm Hamelin, Richard Hamelin, I participated in the Chopin International Piano Competition with you before, and I won the third prize, do you remember?" ”

"Oh, it's you......"

Fu Tiao put down his hand that was about to hang up the phone, lay on the bed half-wet, and turned the phone on to the loudspeaker.

He asked, flipping through the messages on his phone.

"What did you just say? What Lang Liangyue apologized to me? I didn't understand ......"

"Lang Liangyue! He posted a message on your Huaguo channel, praising your performance, and then at the end of the message, he sincerely apologized to you, saying sorry, oh no, not only in Huaguo, but also in other places, my God, Dior, please tell me, what happened between you, I'm really curious, I want to know the story between you! ”

"Lang Liangyue...... Apologize? ”

Fu Tiao couldn't help frowning as he listened to Hamelin talking to him over there, as he flipped through the information in his hand.

He suddenly realized that the emails he received on his phone were not all congratulatory to him, as he had imagined.

Except for about dozens of top bigwigs who knew him over there to congratulate him on his successful performance, and a dozen or so people who seemed to be familiar with him to send text messages to congratulate him, most of the other emails were asking him about Lang Liangyue.

One of the most famous of these was his previous teacher, Kapustin.

Everyone has the mind to eat melons, even Kapustin is no exception.

Fu had already starred Kapustin's mailbox, so Kapustin's email appeared on top of all emails.

"Hello Dior

It's been a long time since I've seen you, time flies, and I even have a little nostalgia for the time we used to play together, and it was a really good time, and I was so excited to see that you performed so many concerts, and I even felt as if I had successfully performed concerts as well.

I wonder if you have time to continue practicing in the near future? Practice what I gave you earlier about my etudes? If I don't practice, although I can accept it, I will still feel a little sad.

Oh yes, it doesn't matter if you haven't practiced, because it won't be long before I'm going to give you a very big surprise, and as for what this surprise is, stay tuned!

Okay, I'm sorry, people like to talk a lot when they're old, but after all that, you can finally get to the point, Dior, you're really good, I heard from my friend that you successfully performed a god-level live event, this is very remarkable, this is something that many first-line pianists can't do in their lives, even I am the same, although I can write a lot of works, but my live performance can only be said to be good, but it can never be called perfect!

And you, my friend, Dior! You did it! Perfect playing, you become the first person of the younger generation! You are beyond all of our imagination! I really congratulate you from the bottom of my heart, I went to ask my Chinese students how they praised you for your performance at the top of your country, and he told me one word......

Awesome! [This is written in Chinese]

Dior, you're very niu bi! I can't put into words how you performed, I wish I could celebrate with you on the spot, but unfortunately I couldn't get to the scene in time, it's a pity, Dior, I just hope that next time you are at the god level, I can have the honor to listen to it.

In addition, I want to ask, what happened to you and Lang Liangyue, and why does he want to apologize to you? If the question is too personal, you don't have to answer it, there is no problem.

Finally, hopefully I can get your reply soon.

Best wishes.

Kapustin"

Kapustin came up and wrote him a long paragraph of blessings and congratulations, but at the end of this email, he still asked a little curiously about Lang Liangyue.

Obviously, even Kapustin was a little bit curious.

It's not just Kapustin.

Fu Tuo slowly looked through the emails in his Google Mail and found that most of them were the same as Kapustin.

was praising and congratulating himself on his performance, and finally asked himself what was going on with Lang Liangyue.

Looking at all this, Fu Tiao couldn't help but be curious, curious about what Lang Liangyue said.

On the phone, Hamelin was still talking to Fu Tiao about his thoughts over there, such as asking Fu Tiao and Lang Liangyue to stir up the heat, forming an opposition, don't explain, let the audience guess, but be sure to tell him what the specific situation is.

"So I said, Dior, what happened to you and Lang Liangyue, why did Lang Liangyue apologize, Dior, I beg you to tell me, you didn't say a word, it really made me very angry."

"Is there such a possibility...... I didn't even read Lang Liangyue's message, I just got up ......"

Fu Diao laughed helplessly, and Hamelin was stunned for a moment, but before Hamelin could speak, Fu Diao spoke directly.

"I kind of know why he apologized to me, though."

When the two were chatting, Fu Tiao flipped the email to the part closest to the front, and over there, he saw a very brief message from Lang Liangyue.

"Fu Tune, I'm sorry, sometimes the performance is not like you can climb the god level if you want to, although I have the heart to show the most perfect state, but sometimes, I still need to make concessions for my career, so I chose that set of works, and finally gave up climbing, I'm really sorry."

It was very short, but Lang Liangyue explained to him very sincerely the reason why he did not choose to confront Arcade, and with the last apology, Fu Tuo suddenly remembered the reason why he was in a hurry to play the god-level scene before.

Because Lang Liangyue is rotten.

At the beginning, he swore to himself that he would fight against Kissin, that he was a man who wanted to become the king of the piano, and that he would definitely work hard to play a god-level scene.

But in the end, he came up with a set of works that had no sincerity.

It is true that Lang Liangyue's Tchaikovsky is good, but his Chopin is really hard to say.

This is also the main reason why Fu tune plays a god-level scene.

"Hey, hey, Dior, are you still there? Strange, is the signal bad? Not really, right? I just changed my phone ......"

Hamelin on the other end of the phone muttered in a low voice, but Fu Tiao couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and said to him.

"I'm here, it's okay, I thought about how I should reply to Lang Liangyue, this matter is actually not that complicated, it's just a little obsession of mine, that's all."

"Obsession? What is ...... obsessed?"

Before Hamelin's words were finished, Fu Diao hung up directly and opened Lang Liangyue's email.

He thought about it, typed some words, deleted them again, and so on several times, and finally decided what he should say.

After taking a deep breath, he replied to Lang Liangyue.

"It's fine, but ...... Maybe I should thank you too. ”

The email was sent, and after Fu Tiao copied it, he threw it to his agency in Huaguo and asked them to help him respond.

As a result, before he finished sending the news, Lang Liangyue's reply arrived.

Lang Liangyue: "; ）”

(End of chapter)