Chapter 101 Fighting to Death (10,000 words)

Fu Tiao stood at the back of the second floor of the concert hall, looking at the empty stage.

A brand new Yamaha has been pushed up by everyone, and the first competitor also steps up from the side channel and appears in front of everyone.

The host had already introduced the identity of the first contestant and his performance, so after he smiled at the audience, he sat directly on the piano bench, raised his hand, and pressed it slowly.

There was no excessive hesitation or any foreshadowing, but the music flowed out of the piano naturally.

Fu Tiao's eyes couldn't help but light up, and then he looked back again.

The first contestant is very handsome, a very typical European handsome guy, but his music has a unique softness.

He did a lot to enhance the beauty of music. He placed his body, hands and arms completely on the piano, letting his hands move forward on the piano with the weight of his body.

The music was slowly squeezed out of the piano by him and fell into the crowd off the stage.

This kind of beauty has a hint of Fu tune in it, and he is trying to make the music more beautiful.

At the same time, he is also building a kind of music of his own, a world in which only he exists.

They didn't know this contestant. After all, she was Italian, so they didn't talk with the same special emotions as the first contestant.

"Can... give me a cup of coffee? Can it be served in a ceramic cup instead of a paper cup?"

"Performance: Ballade in F major, Op.38.

Everyone is the top musician among young people, and their understanding of music is also above everyone else.

"Ha, you are right to say that, but I told my students, I hope they will not be affected."

"Hello, this is your coffee."

The host was stunned for a moment, then looked at the camera.

Galina's eyes couldn't help but light up and she nodded crazily.

Fu Tiao was speechless for a moment, looking at Zhao Chengzhen not knowing what to say.

"Well, I feel the same way. I don't quite understand what his music is trying to express..."

Outside the concert hall, Zhao Chengzhen also looked in the direction of the preparation room. He also felt that Fu Diao inside might be looking at him.

But at the beginning, there was a little nervousness in her music. This feeling made everyone frown, but they didn't say much.

"Well, I think so too..."

Olga smiled very brightly and seemed to like this system very much.

However, these things are not provided at the Chopin International Piano Competition, only the most ordinary black coffee is provided.

"I don't feel very good. I always feel that I'm still a little bit worse. I feel very frustrated. I want to take a step forward, but I just can't. I don't know if he did it on purpose or accidentally. Maybe he wanted to do it on purpose.

Want to create this feeling of loss? But in his music, or in Chopin's music itself, there is not much of this feeling of loss."

Fu Diao sighed softly and looked towards the audience seat opposite.

Even if you tell others all your understanding of music, others may not be able to use it.

"Hello, can you give me two cups of coffee? One of them is for the contestant inside. He also needs a cup of coffee."

I don't know why, he was a little nervous and a little excited.

Opposite him, he saw Zhao Chengzhen also getting up from his seat at this time and walking out of the door behind him. It was obvious that he was also preparing to enter the lounge to make final preparations.

She never wanted to follow Zhao Chengzhen and Fu Tiao to continue to stay together.

Olga nodded, looked at the camera, smiled at the screen, and explained to everyone.

She didn't want to stay in this damn big preparation room for even a second longer.

The atmosphere inside was too terrifying and depressing, and she didn't want to stay there at all.

Under the discussion between the two of them, the first player finished playing. He showed a particularly friendly smile to everyone and walked off the stage.

Pavel looked at Olga and couldn't help but be startled, and then he also laughed.

"Hamelin is chasing very closely, and Fu is also chasing very closely. The results of the three of them may change a little in the second round, but the change should not be big, and the difference in scores will not be too big. After all, the results of the three of them

The positions are all pretty good, but it’s hard to say in the third round..."

Galina nodded hurriedly, immediately opened the door and walked out. After the door of the preparation room was completely closed, she breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the preparation room behind her with a hint of fear.

The judge was also chatting happily outside, chatting and laughing with He Shen, and seemed to have a good relationship.

But in normal life, his paranoia can really make other people speechless when they see him, and they can only block it in an extremely aggrieved manner.

"Need not."

"If you are just watching the excitement, I personally hope that everyone in front of me will be eliminated, with Zhao appearing first in the third round and Fu second, so that the game is still interesting to watch."

There are also some red velvet sofa walls filled with cotton. The stripes on them are not clear. Under the dim white light in the room, they feel inexplicably dusty.

None of these players play similarly. Each of them has his or her own characteristics. Even if they are allowed to communicate on their own, they may not be able to communicate anything.

"He is too conservative. The tension he carried during his first performance made his performance a little conservative. As the first person to perform, you cannot be conservative. If you are conservative,

, you have no chance of surviving to the later stage, even if your strength is the same as the players behind you, you have no chance! He made the same mistake as the player in the first round. Under normal circumstances, he should not make such a low-level mistake

That’s right.”

And freedom is his superego.

So who is at fault?

While his music is full of musical beauty, it also has something of its own in it.

Finding infinite possibilities on a limited keyboard is his true meaning in music.

Zhao Chengzhen couldn't help but shake his head.

She focused all her attention on her hearing, followed the performance of the player in front of her, and tried her best to keep her attention away from the music.

"Hello?"

Zhao Chengzhen moved his eyes back to the small screen in the middle of the preparation room. The screen displayed the scene on the stage. It was a small monitor.

But...does music just need to be good? Music is not just about being good, it also needs a path that suits oneself.

After saying that, Zhao Chengzhen stood still at the backstage of the concert hall, looking at the monitor angles of more than a dozen screens nearby, listening to the music on the stage, and couldn't help but be in a trance.

Just like Argerich, Zimmerman, He Shen...

"..."

This is good for music. The more paranoid you are, the more you can feel the details in the music.

You are not wrong either.

For Europeans, coffee is almost ingrained in their bones, just like milk tea in China. No matter what, they will choose to have a cup of steaming coffee whenever they have time, slowly sipping the bitterness in their mouths, and feeling the bitterness afterward.

of acid return.

He Shen is not only famous in the Chinese music industry, but also in the foreign music industry.

Zhao Chengzhen didn't know why, but she shook her head slightly: "Don't you drink coffee without milk?"

"But how can I put it this way, I don't think Fu Tiao needs your help. His music is great and he has found his own path. If he can continue on, those people from the agency and

Those Jews will definitely value Fu Diao and decide to invest in him."

After winning the Chopin International Piano Competition, they settled down for several years and then came back to tour the world and won countless honors around the world.

"He, do you want to bribe me now? Bribe me to give your students high marks? A higher score is one point. Maybe this one point will kill Zhao and Hamelin?"

She struggled for a long time, holding on to the sheet of music in her hand with her fist and clenching her teeth. Finally, she carefully raised her head, glanced at the two people on both sides of the huge lounge, and spoke softly.

Each one of them is a top figure in the music industry.

Fu Diao looked at him and then at the coffee in his cup, not knowing what to say for a moment.

The two of them raised their heads at the same time and looked at Galina in the other corner. Galina instantly felt like crying.

The previous player who had gone out had already started playing. Fu Tiao took the coffee in his hand, took a sip, drank it all, and threw it casually into the trash can. Then he stared into Zhao Chengzhen's eyes and spoke with great seriousness.

Fu Tiao felt that he had been very paranoid before, but he didn't expect that there was someone more paranoid than him.

He wasn't quite sure what Byrdy was trying to say.

There aren't many things that are uniquely his own in his playing. It sounds okay, but it's not perfect.

But in fact, when she was backstage in the concert hall, she looked like a particularly docile little sheep, huddled in the corner without daring to say a word.

"No, no more."

He will abide by his soul and remain unchanged forever.

"No need, I'll just stand here and wait, I won't go in."

The judges looked at Fu Tiao's leaving figure, thought for a while, and probably guessed who He Shen's student was, and then smiled as well.

Fu Tiao remained silent, stood up and walked around the empty concert hall, and finally stopped slowly, pressing his back against the wall made of marble. A chill gradually surged from behind to the top of his head, making him feel uncomfortable.

His slightly irritable mood became calm again.
To be continued...