Chapter 268 Chopin is No. 1

Not many people could understand Fu Diao's words. Instead, everyone showed a friendly laugh when listening to Fu Diao's words, and did not take it seriously.

After all, if he suddenly gives you a somewhat middle-of-the-road-sounding statement about what the real Chopin is, no one can take his words seriously, and they basically take them as a joke.

Therefore, their understanding of Fu Diao is more of a youthful and frivolous feeling. At most, if they add some capable young children, they don't have many special ideas.

After all, Fu Diao's ability is not bad, and he also performed a god-level performance.

When he was as old as he was, there were very few people who could perform at a god-level level. Even if you didn't calculate it specifically, you wouldn't know who could compete with Fu Tiao today.

Therefore, everyone just had some friendly laughter and did not make any other unnecessary movements. They just smiled and waited for the Fu Tiao concert to start.

However, in addition to these people, some people, such as Lang Liangyue, knew very well what Fu Diao meant.

Fu Diao was telling him what the real Chopin was.

Why did Fu Tiao tell him?

Lang Liangyue thought about it and felt that maybe it was because Fu Tiao and he were actually the same kind of people.

Fu Tiao is also a person with a very strong personal style. No matter what kind of works he plays, he can express his own personal characteristics.

The same is true for him. Lang Liangyue thinks that no matter himself, he is the kind of person who can turn into Lang Liangyue's works no matter what he plays.

However, Fu Tiaohe has a very different point.

That's because Fu Diao pays more attention to the perfection of music than he does.

Just like what Argerich said to him before.

Before Fu Tiao, Chopin was imperfect. He was just an ordinary music student. Then he found a way to make his music perfect and how to make Chopin complete.

He is extremely serious in his pursuit of music. He is truly pursuing the most perfect works, not the most perfect self.

Taking Chopin as an example, Fu Diao would not suppress the Chopin feeling in Chopin's works to the extreme, making the music completely his own.

Fu Tiao would choose to find the most integrated parts of his music and Chopin's works, extract these parts, put them in the palm of his hand, and then control them to let Chopin become himself and himself to be Chopin.

The routes they took were completely different.

If it were just a simple difference, maybe Fu Diao wouldn't be so angry. After all, everyone has works that they are not good at, even Fu Diao is probably the same now.

What Fu Diao was probably angry about was that he brought his imperfect works to such a stage to perform, especially when faced with Arkadi's god-level performance, but he actually performed so wantonly and didn't care about himself at all.

Is the work worthy of this stage?

Lang Liangyue's expression was a little sad, and he didn't know what kind of expression he should use to face Fu Tiao.

After all, to be honest, he really didn't pay enough attention. Especially when he witnessed Arkadi's performance and confirmed that he had no chance to win the best new artist this year, he basically gave up the competition completely and turned to promoting his own album.

, "Lang Liangyue in Paris" went.

But forget it...

Lang Liangyue took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

He didn't know what he should say, so he just kept silent for a while, no longer saying anything, and his eyes became sharper.

He wanted to see how Fu Tiao would prove to him what the real Chopin was.

His eyes collided with Fu Tiao's. Although there were no sparks like in an anime movie, both of them understood what the other meant and what the other was thinking, and couldn't help but laugh at the same time.

Fu Tiao looked at the piano keyboard in front of him, while Lang Liangyue put his eyes on Fu Tiao. The concert hall became extremely silent, waiting for Fu Tiao's performance.

Everything seemed to be a little anxious, as if some people couldn't wait to witness Chopin's Piano Ballade No. 1 played by Fu.

However, Fu Tiao's expression did not change at all.

He just looked at the piano in front of him, breathed calmly, and then slowly closed his eyes, feeling everything in the concert hall.

The emotions that had slowed down during the intermission gradually regrouped in his hands as he breathed.

Without any sense of obstruction, he once again felt the concert hall, allowing his emotions to blend and intersect with those of the audience under the stage.

Everyone's emotions seemed to be displayed in front of him.

And he felt the feeling of control again.

Although the appearance of the god-level scene was accidental, it was not entirely accidental. He still needed the support of strength.

Therefore, there will be no interruption of his god-level scene due to a short rest.

After all, basically everyone who can perform at a divine level was a star-level player before they performed at a divine level. Even if they do not have representative works, they are still first-line pianists who can tour the world.

Their strength is not bad.

Only in this way can it be considered a coincidence for them to perform at a divine level.

And for those who have not reached the level, those pianists who are below the first tier, or even close to the second tier, or even the third tier in the world.

Although their level is still good, they can find corresponding positions in major music academies around the world, and even if they are lucky, they can hold concert tours and produce records to prove their ability.

But for them, the god-level scene is not an accident, but a dream.

All perfect performances require strength to support them, and Fu Diao just has that strength.

His eyes opened suddenly, his emotions instantly connected with everyone's emotions, and then he adjusted them to the most comfortable state for him.

Everyone was feeling slightly anxious for some unknown reason. Although they were still a little anxious, in this anxiety, they clearly felt that there was still a sense of confusion in their emotions.

It's as if the place I'm in now is no longer a concert hall, but...

An isolated island!

Buzz!

The sound of the piano crashed down when everyone imagined being on an isolated island.

As thick as the earth, the entire weight of the world is supported on the shoulders.

The decomposition of the Neapolitan six chords played by Fu Diao with both hands is like an ancient tree made of confusion, pain, and sadness. It is firmly rooted in the deep bass, supporting the ancient tree like a sea of ​​trees.

General confusion.

What then spread out was the ultimate softness and emptiness.

This beginning is an explosion!

This beginning is so explosive!

After everyone heard the beginning of Chopin's Piano Ballade No. 1, they felt as if their brains were about to be exploded.

They never imagined that the music interpreted by Fu Diao could be so explosive and terrifying, so terrifying that they could not express it in words.

All of them had goosebumps. They could not imagine that Chopin's Piano Ballade No. 1 could be played like this.

The sadness and sorrow in the music, as well as the romance and personal heroism unique to Chopin, are perfectly integrated.

The music became extremely gorgeous, so gorgeous that they didn't know what words to use to describe this feeling.

Fu Diao also seemed to be affected by the music. His body leaned back slightly and his fingers waved in the air with great grace.

It's like conducting an orchestra.

No, it's not the same, but...

Fu Diao was really conducting the orchestra.

Lang Liangyue, who was sitting on the chair, had his pupils dilated. Barenboim, who was looking calm in the distance, couldn't help but sit up straight. Argerich showed a look of interest.

Not only them, Zhao Chengzhen and Hamelin were completely dull, but Zimmerman, who was sitting on the other side, not far behind Fu Tiao, had his legs crossed and was sitting on the chair extremely elegantly.

My body couldn't help but sit up straight.

He looked at Fu Tiao in front of him with slight surprise, feeling a little confused and puzzled for a moment.

This musical interpretation by Fu Tiao feels... very interesting.

He did not interpret it as a simple chamber music solo work, but like Lang Liangyue, he turned Chopin's music into a chamber music ensemble version, making the music as a whole more three-dimensional.

He no longer seems to be performing a work, but like he is conducting. He is directing the movement of the music, making the music extraordinarily gorgeous.

This kind of performance is very rare, especially for people who prefer traditional music.

More often than not, it is found in some people who are more inclined to modern concepts, such as Lang Liangyue, who has a strong sense of a band.

Each of his performances is not a solo of one person, but the resonance of the entire band.

Now Fu Diao has learned this and applied it to his own music.

However, this is not the end, and Fu emphasized that his emphasis is not limited to this.

His Chopin feeling is even more intense.

Almost everyone can hear the Chopin flavor in Fu Diao music that is so strong that it can even be confused with it.

This taste of Chopin stunned Zimmerman, who was sitting behind Fu Tiao and was known as the textbook of Chopin's ballads.

He had never seen any pianist besides him who could play Chopin with such concentration as Fu.

Especially when Fu Tiao can still maintain his own style, it is simply terrifying to have such a concentration.

If we simply talk about concentration, in fact those with the highest concentration of Chopin should be people like Zhao Chengzhen. They completely imprint everything in Chopin's music on themselves and completely abandon everything about themselves.
To be continued...