Chapter 275 Fu Tiao Wets the Body (X

Lang Liangyue's inexplicable apology made everyone stunned. They never expected that Lang Liangyue would actually apologize to Fu Tiao?

No one could guess the reason, some were just confused.

What happened and why did Lang Liangyue apologize?

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

For a time, the situation was surging, and everyone was speculating on the grievances between Fu Tiao and Lang Liangyue. Some people even drove out some young men of Lang Liangyue, Fu Tiao and the two of them overnight.

It's just that Fu Diao didn't know anything about these things.

He had no idea that during such a short period of time while he was sleeping, the content about Lang Liangyue's apology on China's domestic hot list directly rose to the top ten of the list.

He just stayed at home alone to sleep, rest, and prepare to see if there was anything delicious in Essen. After getting some food for a meal, he would go directly back to Berlin from Essen.

It was precisely because his concert was over that he was able to ignore everything and sleep until the alarm clock rang at eight o'clock in the morning.

He turned off the noisy mobile phone and after regaining consciousness on the bed, he got up and walked to the corner of the room, pressing a cup of simple capsule coffee for himself.

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

Fu Tiao didn't know the specific name of this type of coffee. It didn't say cappuccino or latte, just a simple morning coffee, about 100ml.

The coffee was steaming, and Fu Diao rubbed his shoulders, his eyes wandering away from each other.

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

Wow!

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

only……

It still looks a bit gloomy, and today's weather is not particularly good. Just like the normal weather here in Germany, it is still filled with gray fog, and it is a very normal cloudy day.

There was no rare sunshine because Fu Tiao performed a divine performance yesterday.

It is precisely because of this that the whole city looks gray, making it difficult to see clearly.

Fu Tiao didn't feel anything special. He just raised his eyebrows, crossed his arms, and sipped the coffee in his mouth bit by bit. With the hint of bitterness and the support of caffeine, he finally woke up from just now.

Get out of the dilemma.

"Yawn... This performance is really tiring. I have been sleeping for so long, but I am still so tired..."

As Fu Tiao drank the last drop of coffee in the cup, Fu Tiao just breathed a long sigh of relief, threw the coffee cup aside, and twisted his body.

Fatigue and sleepiness were still surging in his body.

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

Around 8:15 in the morning.

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

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

Looking at the accumulation of so many emails, even though he could only see how many messages he received because they were not unlocked, he roughly knew what those letters wanted to say to him.

If I guess correctly, it should basically be all about his divine performance last night.

And the vast majority of them should congratulate and praise him.

This is not a boast, but a consensus within the circle.

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

But looking at hundreds of messages...

Fu Diao's eyebrows raised slightly, and he had a trace of doubt for no reason.

Do he really know so many people in the classical music circle? Or have some people sent him more than one message?

He thought for a while and 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 chest muscles, and his mouth couldn't help but deflate.

Sure enough, the consequences of going to bed as soon as I got home last night and going to bed without taking a shower came out.

When I woke up in the morning, I was all sticky and not feeling well at all.

I originally thought about seeing what those emails said, but now I feel like it would be better to rinse them first, otherwise I would feel sticky looking at the congratulations and congratulations from those people, which would feel disrespectful.

This sticky 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, allowing his originally chaotic brain to completely wake up at this moment.

Everything about last night appeared in his mind again.

Sure enough, I succeeded, I successfully played a god-level performance, my control of music successfully reached the peak that I could reach, everything in the music was under my control, and it became extremely perfect.

Some details that he had not remembered originally also appeared in his mind.

He suddenly remembered the people he saw while he was playing yesterday, no, to be precise, it was when he stood up to thank them.

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 way he stood up first to congratulate himself at the end.

It was obviously something that just happened yesterday, but for some reason it seemed extraordinarily dreamy.

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

"Hey hey hey... cool!"

Fu Diao applied lotion on his muscles, and the more he thought about it, the corners of his mouth raised in excitement.

I couldn’t believe the state of my performance yesterday, as if I was in a dream. Is this a god-level scene? Sure enough, no wonder those people said that the god-level scene was like a dream, and it was all about luck.

Have a chance to touch it.

It’s not just that you can perform a god-level live performance just because you want to play a god-level live performance.

At that time, Fu Tiao was still a little puzzled. How could it be possible?

If you can successfully perform once and remember the feeling, then it’s enough. Why is it that there is no way to copy it?

Now he knows it completely, because at that time your whole brain had no energy to pay attention to your own performance. All you thought about at that time was how to play your music better and how to make it more perfect.

So when Fu Tiao left the stage, he was thinking about how to make the concert more perfect, rather than how he played at that time.

So when he returned to the house and woke up from a tired sleep, everything became extraordinarily reasonable.

He also forgot how to play it.

If he were asked to do it again, Fu Tiao was 100% sure that he would not be able to perform as well as he did before.

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

That was the energy in his heart.

He particularly wants to play a certain feeling of music, and he is particularly dedicated to something. All these are integrated into his music, forcing him to play a certain feeling of music.

Now he succeeded and achieved the feeling he wanted, but the energy naturally dissipated.

Unless he surges up that energy again, and surges up sincerely and not just for the sake of surge, then he will be able to perform at a god-level performance again.

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

My performance yesterday actually turned out to be a god-level performance! So that means that starting from yesterday, I can officially join the top pianists?

This dream-like feeling is really refreshing.

He thought about it, stretched out his hand to turn on the cold water and rinsed away the shower gel on his body, then wiped away the remaining water droplets on his body, and walked out of the bathroom, but he did not expect that his cell phone kept roaring over there.

Just after a moment of pause, not even a second passed before it began to squirm crazily and roar again, reminding him that countless calls had come in.

Fu Tiao couldn't help but be startled when he looked at his cell phone. He 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 directly.

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

"ah?"

Fu Tiao was stunned for a moment, looking at the phone a little puzzled, and couldn't help but hesitated: "Um... who are you?"

"Am I? Didn't you recognize who I am? Dio, it's really sad. Has our relationship faded like this? We obviously fought together..."

"..."

Fu Tiao was silent, and he began to debate whether to hang up the phone.

The person on the other side of the phone realized this and immediately added: "I am Hamelin, Richard Hamelin. I participated in the Chopin International Piano Competition with you before, and I won the third place.

do you remember?"

"Oh, it's you..."

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

He asked while scrolling through the messages on his phone.

"What did you just say? Why did Lang Liangyue apologize to me? I didn't understand..."
To be continued...