The world's number one pianist

It was still the familiar blackness in front of my eyes, and it was still extremely familiar to enter a completely different world. Read М

He Shen opened his eyes, surrounded by particularly retro Western-style buildings. He was not in a classroom now, but in an unknown alley.

The houses on both sides were very dilapidated, covered with creepers and green moss.

There was a large group of people in front, carefully hiding at the exit of the alley, looking at the outside world, not knowing what to see.

Everything seemed very strange, so strange that he didn't know why he was in this place.

However... the person who entered this time seemed a little familiar.

Especially this hand...

He Shen was very concerned about his opponent. Because he was a pianist, he would focus most of his energy on other people's hands when he met other people to see what kind of situation their hands were.

Then he would often pay attention to whether there was any problem with his hands, and whether it would have some impact on the music when playing.

Therefore, when He Shen crossed over, he paid attention to his own hands, and also paid attention to the hands of the person who was crossed.

That is, Chopin's hands, and the hands of the dean of the Paris Conservatory of Music.

This pair of hands is very similar to the hands of the dean of the Paris Conservatory of Music.

As expected, an extremely familiar and gentle voice appeared in his ears.

"George Mathias, what are you waiting for? Why don't you move forward? Standing at the back, you can't see anything..."

Before He Shen could react, his body involuntarily moved forward, squeezed to the front of the crowd, and raised his head.

Before he could see clearly what he wanted to see, his eyes were blocked by the wind and sand in front of him.

Without thinking too much, He Shen immediately raised his arms to block the wind and sand in front of him, stood a little back, returned to the back of the crowd, and then coughed.

"Ahem... Sorry, Mr. Chopin, I'm sorry, the sandstorm is a bit strong..."

"But, aren't we here to see the sandstorm? Look at the hussars, feel the feeling of them walking in front of us, this feeling is not something you can feel casually, come on, look! They are walking this way!"

Chopin's voice suddenly carried a hint of excitement, and He Shen immediately rubbed his eyes.

After letting the sandstorm in his eyes be rubbed out a little, he put his hand in front of his eyebrows to block the sandstorm in front of him, squeezed forward again, and looked in the direction Chopin pointed.

Dong...

Dong...

Dong...

The sandstorm was everywhere, and the sound of sand and stones hitting the armor was obscured by the heavy sound of horse hooves.

Nothing was seen, but in the sandstorm in the distance, a huge black shadow slowly emerged, passing through the sandstorm and walking towards everyone.

Soon, He Shen saw everything covered by the sandstorm.

A dark brown warhorse, wrapped in armor, appeared in the wind and sand. Every time it moved, the armor on its body rustled.

Dong...

Dong...

Dong...

The extremely heavy footsteps, each step seemed extremely solid. He Shen stared at the warhorse that was taller than himself, and his eyes could not help but be stunned.

He had never seen such a tall horse. Now, he seemed to be just at the horse's legs. Looking up, he could only see the expressionless eyes in the dark brown armor.

Those were the eyes of a warhorse that had experienced countless battles and had not fallen. The horse just glanced at He Shen slightly, without any emotion at all. He Shen's body trembled involuntarily.

No matter how much He Shen tried to control this body, he felt that he could not control it completely. He could only let this body be afraid there.

He Shen no longer paid attention to his body, but turned his eyes to Chopin on the side.

Chopin didn't tremble at all, his eyes were full of surprise, excitement, excitement, and pride.

Suddenly, Chopin turned his head and grabbed He Shen's shoulders. His face was red with excitement, his eyes flickered quickly, and he didn't know where to look. He said to He Shen quickly.

"George, did you see it? That tall horse, such a tall horse, a horse that has experienced countless bloody battles! This is a hero who keeps fighting for our country!"

"This is exactly what I wrote in the E major Polish Nez, a hero who keeps fighting, triumphing gloriously and proudly, this is the pride of all of us! This feeling of pride, can you understand it?"

"Look, that horse, look at the murderous display, the bloody smell on them, these are all very important materials, feel the sense of security they bring to our country, you can fully understand the feeling of writing that work..."

"That is... what a great pride."

He Shen broke free from Chopin's hand, rubbed his shoulder that was pinched by Chopin, glanced at Chopin who seemed to be lost in his memories, and asked him uncertainly.

"Um... Mr. Chopin, what you just said was, our country? France?"

If what he just saw was correct, the horse and the man sitting on it were holding the national emblem and flag of France, not Poland...

Why did he say... our country?

Chopang was suddenly stunned. He immediately realized that he had said something wrong and took a step back. The redness on his ears turned cold.

His eyes no longer flickered, but became erratic. He looked at the houses around him, then at George, who was possessed by He Shen at this time, and then at the other people who were watching the hussars. He could not help but squat slowly.

"No, this is your country, not my country, my country, my country..."

"Teacher, what's wrong?"

He Shen immediately walked to Chopin and put his hand on his back. Suddenly, he found that Chopin was shaking, his body was shaking constantly, and there was a trace of sadness in his eyes.

"My country... my country is still prosperous, still... standing on this land..."

"Teacher?"

He Shen asked Chopin again. Chopin suddenly realized at this time that his reaction just now seemed a bit too intense. He immediately shook his head, waved his hand at He Shen, got up from the ground, touched his head, and said in a very low voice.

"No, I'm fine. I just suddenly remembered that this is not my country..."

"George, have you finished reading? If you have, then let's go quickly."

After that, he walked directly into the depths of the alley. He Shen glanced at the Hussars who were walking in rows in front of him, and then glanced at Chopin who was extremely lonely. Without any hesitation, he chased after Chopin and followed him closely.

The two of them shuttled through the alley in silence. They didn't know how many empty alleys they passed through, and how many times the Hussars paraded around them. They finally returned to Chopin's house.

A rooftop utility room of a building.

Chopin walked to the window and looked at the extremely prosperous scenery outside the window. He was a little stunned for a while. After a long time, he shook his head, turned around and bowed to He Shen to apologize.

"Today... I'm sorry, I'm not in a normal state of mind. I'm very sorry. I said I would take you to see the Hussars today to feel the feeling when I wrote this A flat major Polonaise. As a result, I suddenly had a problem, so you didn't see it. I'm very sorry."

"No, no, no, teacher, I have seen that particularly tall horse, and that, just one look, make people tremble with eyes, really, I can feel that power."

"Power... is just the appearance. In addition to the powerful Hussars, there is a more powerful country. Because of the strength of their country, they can be powerful."

Chopin found a chair and sat down, his eyes erratic, He Shen didn't know where he was looking, just felt...

Chopin seemed very tired and exhausted.

In fact, it was true.

Chopin supported his head with one hand, trying to cheer up, and said to He Shen.

"My country, Poland, is very powerful, really very powerful, you know? We also have hussars, and our hussars are also very powerful. They drove away the invaders and drove all those invaders out of my hometown!"

"I am very proud, very proud, I am very happy that I can live in such an extremely powerful and perfect country. Under the protection of the country, I can release my glory at will!"

"Neatly arranged, with tenacity and unyielding eyes, every piece of armor on the body seems to be able to penetrate the blood of the enemy, all of which are medals symbolizing their invincibility! All of this should be so..."

Chopin suddenly fell into silence again, he just lowered his head, and didn't know what he was thinking. Just when He Shen was struggling whether to go forward to comfort Chopin, Chopin suddenly raised his head, looked at He Shen, and pulled out a smile with difficulty, and spoke gently.

"You are lucky, you are really lucky, you can grow up in such a prosperous country that is not afraid of any foreign invaders."

"All this is what I have longed for. Even in your extremely powerful country, I still can't feel any peace of mind, because this is not my country after all, I am just an ordinary outsider after all."

"So, can you understand my feelings, George?"

He Shen hesitated for a moment, brought France into China, thought for a while, and nodded reluctantly.

The extremely powerful strength stands in the world, and will not fear any challenges.

He could barely understand this feeling.

Seeing that He Shen could understand this emotion, Chopin couldn't help but smile, nodded at him, pointed to the small upright piano on the wall, and said to He Shen.

"Come on, play it and try to play out the emotion I just described. It's no use just saying it, you have to play it."

"Okay."

He Shen nodded, walked to the piano bench, stretched out his hand to pull it open, and then sat on the bench. Looking at the harpsichord in front of him, which was very similar to the modern piano, he scratched his head slightly and raised his fingers.

A flat major, 3/4 beats, a stormy introduction as the beginning.

He Shen did not hesitate at all, because the previous beginning was to be decisive!

So, He Shen's hand pressed down suddenly.

And the sound gradually intensified.

Boom!

The extremely rapid semitone progression brought a most intense and meaningful accented chord that slammed down.

This is the sound of horse hooves stepping down! The sound that can crush everything!

A special feeling suddenly came to Chopin, and he nodded.

The music played quickly, and He Shen tried to follow the marks on the score and the associations Chopin gave him, and began to think about how to play this piece.

Soon, this piece was finished, and He Shen looked at Chopin and asked tentatively.

"Teacher, how about my piece?"

"Well..."

Chopin nodded after a moment of silence and said.

"Not bad, but... there are still many places that can be improved, for example, this place..."

Chopin stood up from his seat, walked to He Shen's side, and began to guide his performance, and kept demonstrating, telling him what kind of feeling that place should be played.

And some places must not have any feeling.

Music, at this time, is very emotional, and Chopin can't tell He Shen how much strength is needed in which place, where to exert force, and what kind of interpretation to give.

He could only tell He Shen what kind of feeling this place should have and what kind of feeling that place should have. This feeling is the best way to interpret his work.

Chopin told He Shen his thoughts when he wrote this work meticulously without any reservation.

Soon, He Shen's Polonaise was recognized by Chopin.

"Not bad, George, you are playing better and better, your level is constantly improving, you have played the feeling I want, and there is a little bit of your own thing in it. Now, you just need to keep practicing and feeling, and this work will be clearer."

"Next, we are ready to move on to the next work."

Chopin took the score of the Polonaise aside, and then took out a second copy from the side, a completely different Polonaise, and handed it to He Shen.

This is the second work, which is slightly similar to the previous one. This work is called...

"Army"

Military Polonaise

Chopin carefully described what he felt when writing this piece, as well as what he imagined, one by one, trying not to miss anything.

Then, he played this piece with He Shen.

Then, it was the third piece and the fourth piece.

I don’t know if the system gave him a little error in his memory, or if it was debugged.

The sky outside changed quickly from dark to bright. It might be bright when he talked about the first piece, but it was dark when he talked about the second piece.

The environment outside was completely different for the third piece.

Looking at this situation, maybe the system spliced ​​the memory? All the parts of Chopin about Polonaise were spliced ​​together to form this memory?

This is why Chopin’s emotions are sometimes not so coherent...

He Shen shook his head and continued to listen to Chopin’s explanation, trying to follow Chopin’s steps as much as possible to perform this piece well.

Soon, the 10 Chopin Polonaises were all finished. When Chopin finished, he was obviously absent-minded and smiled bitterly at He Shen.

"It's really strange. I don't know why. When I finished teaching you this last piece, I felt very tired. It was as if I had been taking classes with you for several days without sleep. It really felt weird."

"Maybe it's an illusion?" He Shen said calmly.

Chopin didn't explore it further. He just regarded it as a trance and spoke directly.

"Well, probably, but these are just some minor details, just assume that I was in a trance just now."

"George, I have given you all my 10 Polonaises. I hope you can continue to study hard. You are just barely proficient in these works now, and you may need a long way to reach the level of those masters in Paris. If you want to be like me, then this road may be even longer..."

"So, you must not interrupt your piano practice. You need to practice constantly every day. Only in this way can you make progress."

"Of course, I know that you have a lot of things to practice, and you are very busy recently, but no matter what, playing the piano is the foundation of your life, so..."

"Practice well."

After the voice fell, Chopin gently patted He Shen's shoulder.

At the moment when Chopin's hand fell, He Shen's eyes went dark again.

When he opened his eyes, there was a warm yellow light in front of him, and there was also a half-written, not completely finished work analysis.

The sky was completely dark.

At this moment, he had finished his memory of Chopin's class and returned to the real world.

When he first returned to reality, he thought he had traveled to another place again, and his brain began to become unclear.

This feeling was only temporary. He Shen quickly adjusted himself, walked to the corner of the piano room, picked up the photocopied music scores stacked there, and after quickly flipping through them for a while, he found this set of Chopin's Polonaise.

He had glanced at this set of Polonaise a few days ago and had a general understanding of it.

Thinking of this, He Shen couldn't help but feel a little regretful. He shouldn't have used it so hastily. He should have practiced it first to make sure it was foolproof before using it. Maybe the learning effect would be better!

However... since it was used, then use it. Don't be too entangled.

He Shen stretched out his hand to call out his own panel, clicked on the works of the Romantic period, and then clicked on Chopin's works.

Seeing the Polonaise category, which was uniformly Lv7, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Now, he only needs to continue practicing and upgrade this work to Lv8. When it reaches Lv8, he can go directly to Professor Dan Yidan and ask him to give him a lesson.

See if he can break through from Lv8 to Lv9.

He did it right away. He Shen stretched out his hand and pushed open the door of the piano room, hailed a taxi, and prepared to go to Wang Pei.

Using Wang Pei's recording studio, he kept practicing and listening repeatedly, and carefully found errors.

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