The world's number one pianist

He Shen glanced at Zhao Zitong and Ji Mengting in front of him, and looked at the music score in front of him, and was a little confused about his thoughts.

According to his thoughts now, the best solution now is to continue practicing in this piano room and prepare for the next competition.

After the competition is over, go to pay homage to Chopin's tomb, or some other things.

After all, there is not much time,

but now...

Now I can't find any way to move forward.

Should I follow their ideas and go to Chopin's former residence and Chopin's cathedral to take a look?

See where Chopin was buried.

After hesitating for a moment, He Shen finally nodded.

"Okay!"

"Eh? Okay? Then teacher, should we pack up? What to prepare..."

"No, just go directly, there is nothing to pack."

After saying that, He Shen stood up, looked at the music score in front of him, squinted his eyes and thought for a while, and finally reached out to pick up the music score in front of him and put it in his bag.

Without any hesitation, he dragged an ordinary small bag and walked out.

Ji Mengting's eyes lit up and she immediately glanced at Zhao Zitong behind her.

The two nodded in understanding, without saying anything, and followed He Shen's steps and walked out.

The crowd followed the road and came to the avenue outside the piano room.

After waiting for a while, they waited for a bus, changed several buses, and came to Chopin's museum.

This place is very large, with a total of three floors.

If you count the underground floor, then there are a full four floors.

The first floor is the birthplace, the travels of young Chopin, Warsaw, and the Chopin Salon.

The second floor is the Paris Salon and the Women's Hall.

The third floor is the European Travel Hall, the Personality Hall, and the Death Hall.

As for the underground floor...

It is the hall of Chopin as a pianist, the hall of the composer, and the hall of his imitators.

He Shen brought Zhao Zitong and the others to the concert hall and soon found the ticket seller at the door.

The ticket price is not particularly expensive.

He Shen dug into his pocket and bought three tickets and two guide cards from the staff. He could use them to listen to the tour guide in the room.

He Shen handed the two guide machines and tickets to Zhao Zitong and the others, but ignored them and walked directly into the room.

Everyone around was looking at everything on the wall with interest.

Looking at Chopin's portrait, Chopin's parents' portraits, Chopin's brothers and sisters' portraits, Chopin's teacher's portraits...

There were also some of Chopin's belongings.

He Shen looked at these items, and his originally extremely anxious mood gradually calmed down.

In Chopin's memory, he saw his parents, brothers and sisters.

So, looking at those portraits and sculptures.

Although it may not be the same as what he remembered, at a glance, it is still about 80% similar.

And the only one or two points may be specially beautified by later generations for commemoration?

He Shen looked at these statues, but nothing touched him, so he didn't think much and walked directly to the second floor.

On the second floor, just after entering, there is a hall called Paris Salon.

This is Chopin's life in Paris, mainly for Chopin's social life, and his life as a private piano teacher.

When He Shen just came in and was about to walk slowly along the guided route, his eyes were suddenly attracted by an object.

He didn't look at other places, but looked at the center of the room.

In the center of the room, there is a piano.

This piano is very, very familiar.

Pleyel piano.

He Shen had seen this piano in his memory before.

That one, the piano that he... no, Chopin's friend gave him.

The moment he saw the piano, He Shen was instantly confused, and the words of that person in his previous memory immediately rang in his ears.

"Hey! Chopin, why are you still using this antique? This piano rebounds so slowly, you should have changed it long ago!"

"Come! Bring up today's surprise, the gift from all of us to our great Chopin who just took a leave!"

"Chopin, come and try it out, try this piano, are you satisfied?"

"Friends, let us once again welcome our great pianist, Mr. Chopin, to play his most beautiful work, the Nocturne!"

"Chopin, you play very well, as expected, I did not make a mistake in giving you this piano!"

"Chopin!"

"Chopin?"

"Chopin..."

"..."

The figure in the memory seemed to still remain in front of He Shen.

He proudly patted the piano in front of him, allowing Chopin to use the piano he was proud of, and interpret Chopin's most beautiful work in front of everyone.

And everything sounded so beautiful.

Except...I was suddenly kicked out of my memory at the last and most critical stage.

He Shen looked at the piano in front of him with a very complicated expression.

This piano must have been adjusted countless times.

Except for the outer shell, all the strings and inner core have been redesigned and adjusted.

And all this is just like the ship of Theseus. Is the piano that has changed everything still the same piano?

He Shen didn't know...

He looked at the piano in front of him, which was tightly protected, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

If he was a teacher in the Chopin Conservatory of Music in Warsaw, he might have given people an advance appointment to apply to come and play this piano.

But he was just an ordinary contestant. Even if the city was gradually filled with the portraits of all the people who were about to participate in the finals, he was just an outsider.

And outsiders had no qualifications to touch other people's collections on their territory without authorization.

Zhao Zitong saw that He Shen was in a bad mood, and immediately poked Ji Mengting, signaling her to come forward with her eyes.

Ji Mengting turned her head to look at Zhao Zitong, then at He Shen, and after looking back and forth several times, her expression was extremely hesitant. She walked carefully to He Shen's side, poked He Shen's back, and asked in a low voice.

"Um, Teacher He, what's wrong with you?"

"No...nothing."

He Shen shook his head, erased the feeling of traveling through history from his heart, pointed at the piano in front of him, chuckled at Ji Mengting, and said casually.

"Do you know who gave this piano to Chopin?"

"Uh... I think it's called Ignaz Pleyel?" Ji Mengting glanced at the introduction on the side furtively.

Zhao Zitong stamped her feet in frustration, wishing she could take Ji Mengting's place.

It would be nice to pretend to be a fool at this time. It's obvious that Teacher He wants to talk now, why can't she let He Shen talk properly?

He Shen folded his arms and didn't notice Zhao Zitong's little movements. He just looked at the piano in front of him and said slowly.

"Yes, Ignaz Pleyel, he is a big businessman and also a great composer."

"His works are great and famous at the time, but they don't conform to the current mainstream aesthetics, so few people care about him."

"This piano was given to Chopin by Pleyel at a salon in Paris because he felt that Chopin's piano was very old, so he wanted to replace it with a new one, and then he got the current one."

"This piano given by Pleyel was also treasured by Chopin and used until his death."

"When this piano was given, Chopin also wrote his nocturne here, a very famous nocturne, the one I told you about at the lecture before."

"Is it a work of seeking pleasure or love!"

Ji Mengting nodded thoughtfully, she felt that she seemed to have a little impression.

But the impression was not particularly deep.

He Shen didn't care whether Ji Mengting understood or not. He just looked at the piano in front of him, showing a trace of nostalgia, and shook his head.

"Sure enough, time will eventually smooth everything out."

"Including... the piano, which was once thought to represent eternity and perfection..."

He Shen turned his head and walked to other places.

Here, in the exhibition hall of Chopin's Paris Salon, everything around can evoke He Shen's memories.

Many of He Shen's works were perfected at this time.

For example, waltzes, polonaises, nocturnes, etc.

Many, many works are presented in this place.

He Shen looked at this place, and his emotions were gradually brought back to the time when he was studying with Chopin before.

And...in Chopin's memory, when he kept looking for the truth of music.

Of course, except for the Women's Hall.

He Shen didn't feel deeply about the two halls outside the second floor.

Because those two halls were all some of Chopin's women.

His current, his sisters, and his partner.

All these people were placed here. In Chopin's memory, He Shen paid less attention to these people.

Therefore, He Shen just took a look and went to the third floor.

The third floor is Chopin's travels in various European countries.

His character, and his death.

He Shen stood in front of the death hall, looking at the dried flowers before Chopin's death, a piece of hair wrapped in paper, and a copy of Chopin's mask after his death.

After thinking for a long time, he finally just sighed. .

Before here, He Shen might have been able to get into Chopin's emotions a little bit, and feel what Chopin might be thinking at that time.

But now...

He felt like he had become Chopin.

He was watching himself, as an extremely calm bystander, watching his own travels in various countries, and then dying as time passed.

Buried in the soil by everyone.

His facial model was recorded by everyone and placed steadily on the glass counter in front of him.

He Shen looked at the facial model of Chopin with his eyes closed in front of him, and it felt like he was looking at himself.

This inexplicable feeling gradually surged into He Shen's heart, making him not know what to say for a while.

Chopin's birth, Chopin's life in Poland, Chopin's wanderings around Europe, Chopin in Vienna, Chopin in Paris...

He Shen, all his impressions of Chopin, except when Chopin was just born, were not much.

He Shen gradually strung everything else together.

Chopin was no longer a fragmented memory, no longer a memory that only provided him with interpretation direction.

But a...

living...

person!

He Shen looked at Chopin's figure slowly disappearing in front of him, and rubbed his head with a hint of pain.

He doesn't know what to do now. Should he continue to dig deeper into everything about Chopard? Or should I say...

Just look at it again?

Because He Shen had always put it in the depths of his memory and tried not to pay attention to it, the memory of Chopin was slowly recovering.

He Shen had been in Chopard's memory for the past two years, and the feeling of being unable to find his own existence slowly emerged again.

At the same time, what is still loose, even a little bit, is what should be present when interpreting Chopin's Piano Concerto No. 1.

These two emotions converged on He Shen, leaving He Shen not knowing what to do for a while.

"He Lao... ahem, He Shen! What's wrong with you? Doesn't it look good here? Or are you feeling a little uncomfortable?"

Zhao Zitong suddenly realized that something was wrong with He Shen again. She no longer cared about whether she was He Shen's disciple or whether she had nothing to do with He Shen. She walked up quickly, put her hand on He Shen's hand, and shook it hard. Holding his hand, he said with great concern.

"He Shen! I felt like something was wrong with you before. What happened to you today? Did something happen? If Chopin's music puts so much pressure on you, why don't we go somewhere else? We won't watch Chopin anymore. Warsaw There are still some other fun places! For example..."

"No! It's okay."

He Shen stood up, his eyes gradually becoming extremely discerning. He reached out to reject Zhao Zitong, pushed Zhao Zitong away, stood up, looked at Chopin's body in front of him, and said lightly.

"I just found the way!"

"I found a way to Chopin!"

"It's just that this road is still a little bit short..."

"I just interpreted it according to Chopin's thoughts at the time, without thinking about Chopin as a whole!"

"therefore……"

He Shen turned around without any hesitation and walked outside.

Zhao Zitong and Ji Mengting looked at each other, without thinking much, and immediately followed He Shen.

He Shen walked out of the Chopin Memorial Hall and didn't care that they were walking towards him. He happened to be planning to come over to see Chopard's Aimi Kobayashi and Kyohei Tanda.

He walked directly through the crowd, stopped a taxi with his hand, and opened the door.

Zhao Zitong and Ji Mengting did not hesitate, opened the car doors on both sides, and sat in with He Shen.

The taxi driver looked at the girls on the left and right of He Shen, pursed his lips, and asked casually in Polish.

"Hey bro, where are you going?"

"Zelazowa Vola! Chopin's former residence!"

He Shen also spoke to the parking driver in extremely pure Polish, his eyes extremely serious.

"Hurry up, the sooner the better!"

"Hey, shouldn't you be slower? But forget it, you are the boss, so I will do as you say!"

Although the taxi driver looked at the three people in the back seat and wanted to say something sexy.

But looking at He Shen's extremely serious and deep eyes, and his Polish speaking like a local, he finally decided to shut up and drove the car to Zelazowa Wo, 50 kilometers away from downtown Warsaw. pull.

This is the birthplace of Chopin and the village where he lived.

Although it was a rebuilt building after a certain war, it still retains its extremely original style.

In 1810, Chopin was born here and then moved to Warsaw.

However, he still returns to this place every year to hold concerts under the lime tree in the center of the garden.

When the car stopped, Zhao Zitong immediately moved out of the way, and He Shen quickly walked towards Chopin's former residence.

This is where Chopin was born and lived.

He Shen looked at the reconstructed garden, especially the location of the music salon, and his eyes couldn't help but explore with a hint of exploration.

He felt a little bit familiar here, and images of this place seemed to flash through his memory of Chopin's First Piano Concerto.

When Chopin was young, he performed concerts under the central linden tree and explained the music scene to everyone.

He Shen closed his eyes and felt the wind around him. There seemed to be a faint sound of music in the wind.

Just like the sound of music more than two hundred years ago...

In He Shen's heart, the shadow of Chopin became more concrete and thicker.

Chopard's whole body has come out!

Just a little bit left!

The final...death!

He Shen turned his head sharply and returned to the driver who had not yet left.

Zhao Zitong and Ji Mengting were still arguing with the driver about the price of the taxi because He Shen had just left suddenly.

Unexpectedly, He Shen suddenly came over at this time. He couldn't help but be stunned. Then he pointed at the taxi driver in front of him and said aggrievedly to He Shen.

"Teacher, he..."

"Go to Holy Cross Cathedral!" He Shen directly interrupted the conversation between the driver and Zhao Zitong and Ji Mengting, and said to the driver.

The taxi driver had a headache, slapped the window frame hard, and shouted: "Hey, brother? Are you kidding me? I didn't tell you that you didn't pay me when you came here! It's 185 zlotys, you... "

“Go to the Holy Cross Church, the one on Suburban Street in Krakow!”

He Shen looked at the taxi driver in front of him, his tone was extremely calm, but he didn't give him any chance to refuse. Then he rummaged through his pocket, took out 400 zlotys, and handed it to the taxi driver in front of him.

"I need it ASAP!"

The taxi driver looked at the 400 zlotys in front of him, then looked at He Shen, opened his mouth, and finally shook his head.

It took him about an hour to get to the Holy Cross Cathedral from here, and the distance was about the same as when he came here, which was also more than 50 kilometers, maybe a little more, but not much more.

The 400 zlotys He Shen gave him could only be said to be a tip, but not a full one.

But that's it, at least he didn't go back empty-handed.

The taxi driver gradually calmed down, took all the 400 zlotys in front of him, nodded slightly to He Shen after clicking, and said in the same unpleasant way.

"Okay, brother, get in the car, just do as you say"

"But let's go back quickly, it's almost dark, and we still have a long way to go!"

"Really, your two girlfriends, how come they don't understand Polish at all, I've been explaining it to them for a long time!"

"But... are you really visiting Chopin's relics? Why do you feel like you're just passing through?"

He Shen didn't answer him, but just closed his eyes, trying to calm his mind, and let the image of Chopin that he had finally sketched in his heart gradually deepen.

Let Chopin become more and more vivid in his memory.

Only the last little bit is needed to completely construct a complete Chopin!

The taxi driver saw that He Shen didn't speak, and Zhao Zitong and Ji Mengting didn't understand Polish, and felt bored. He couldn't help shaking his head, focusing on driving, and took the two back to the city again.

Came to the vicinity of the famous Holy Cross Cathedral.

He Shen waited for the car to stop and got out of the car immediately.

At this moment, because we had been delayed in that small town for too long, the time had become very late.

The sky filled with dim yellow sunlight even turned a little red.

He Shen looked at the very simple church in front of him, without any extra decorations, and kept stopping his steps, just standing at the door.

There were many flowers around, countless flowers were placed at the door to commemorate Chopin.

He Shen looked at everything around him, couldn't help but take a deep breath, put his hand on the extremely tall and heavy door in front of him, and slowly pushed it open.

The dim sunset immediately shone into the interior of the church.

It shone on an old woman with extremely thick and fluffy gray hair.

Martha Argerich!

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