The world's number one pianist

He Shen was silent. He could clearly feel the grief in Dan Yi's words.

He was the same.

Everyone present was the same.

In the entire Huaguo Conservatory of Music, everyone was immersed in a sadness that could not be described in words.

Not only the people of Huaguo Conservatory of Music, but all the people of all conservatories in China were the same.

They were all immersed in this grief.

Zhou Renguang, she was not just an honorary professor of Huaguo Conservatory of Music.

She could be regarded as an honorary professor of all conservatories in China!

She contributed to the construction of most conservatories.

Whether it was suggestions for the construction of conservatories or the training of local conservatory teachers.

She participated in all of them.

That is to say, Jiangzhou Conservatory of Music, a new conservatory of music, did not come to Jiangzhou to give lectures because of her old age.

The establishment of Jiangzhou Conservatory of Music also had some credit!

Before the establishment of Jiangzhou Conservatory of Music, she also paid attention to Jiangzhou, went to Jiangzhou, and gave lectures to all the teachers in the school.

Whether it is the teachers of the University of Arts or the Normal University, they give them lessons and explanations.

This kindness is remembered in the hearts of all Jiangzhou musicians.

There is no way to forget it.

He Shen didn't know what to say for a while, nor did he know how to comfort Dan Yi in front of him.

He looked at Dan Yi in front of him and could only remain silent. After a long time, He Shen raised his head and slowly spoke.

"Professor Dan Yi, can you help me?"

Dan Yi slowly raised his head and looked at He Shen, with a trace of confusion on his sad face. With a hoarse throat, he said: "What do you need me to do?"

"I want to... borrow the piano room, borrow the piano, and play some... the works I want to play."

"Piano?"

Dan Yi was silent, and then nodded slowly.

"Okay, there should be a lot of people who borrow the piano room of Huaguo Conservatory of Music now. Many people hope to give Zhou Renguang a little last blessing for his departure."

"Let's go to the concert hall. There should be a lot of people there."

Dan Yi gestured to He Shen and asked him to follow behind him and walked towards the concert hall of Huaguo Conservatory of Music.

In the Huaguo Conservatory of Music, the flow of people was very complicated.

Most people went to the door of the teacher's dormitory building to pay their respects to Professor Zhou Renguang.

Some people, like He Shen and his friends, walked towards the concert hall.

The rest found a corner on campus to meditate.

As He Shen walked forward, he looked around.

There were many familiar people around.

For example, Liao Yong, who had participated in the program with him before, Pei Qi from the Huaguo Conservatory of Music, and Fu Diao from the Haicheng Conservatory of Music.

Even Yue Li from the Wuzhou Conservatory of Music was also in the crowd.

They also noticed He Shen, but they did not greet He Shen, but just nodded slightly to indicate that they saw He Shen.

He Shen said nothing, and everyone around him was walking towards the concert hall.

At this moment, countless people had gathered in the concert hall. They all sat in the concert hall, one after another, playing for Zhou Renguang's departure.

No matter whether their performance was good or bad.

All of these are their intentions.

Musicians should send off this mountain of classical music in the way of musicians.

Dan Yi asked He Shen to sit down, walked to the side, whispered a few words to the staff, and then returned to He Shen's side and said slowly: "Okay, I have told the staff that you can borrow the piano in front of you after they finish playing."

"Well..."

He Shen sat down quietly, listening to everyone in front of him, playing one after another, without any change in his expression.

The concert hall was extremely solemn, and everyone listened to the music quietly, feeling the grief in the hearts of the performers.

When playing, the performer's emotions can be infected on the piano.

This means that the audience can feel the performer's emotions.

At this moment, one person after another interpreted this sadness, making the entire concert hall seem even more sad.

After all, this is the fall of the cornerstone of Chinese music education.

"He Shen? It's your turn next..."

The staff walked to He Shen's side, patted his shoulder, and said in a low voice: "Do you need any help?"

He Shen stood up, put on his coat, and after a little tidying up, he said to the staff: "Help me record some sound, it should be a little better."

The staff was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, we have been recording here, and we can send you a separate copy later."

"Well..."

He Shen nodded and walked towards the stage.

The previous performer had finished, and when she left the stage, she had no way to control her emotions. As soon as she left the stage, she couldn't help squatting down and walked to the side to cry silently.

He Shen looked at this group of people, and an inexplicable emotion surged in his heart.

He Shen couldn't help but pursed his lips and stepped onto the stage.

The stage lights, which should have been warm, seemed a little cold at this time for some reason.

The people under the stage were extremely solemn.

He Shen could clearly feel the sadness in the hearts of everyone at the scene.

He walked to the piano without any hesitation. The red light of the camera next to him was always on, proving that the camera was already in the shooting state.

He Shen raised his head, closed his eyes, forgot everything around him, and took a deep breath.

Then, he slowly exhaled.

This breath dispelled a lot of the turbid air in his heart.

However, it made his heart sink deeper.

He Shen opened his eyes and looked down at the black and white keyboard in front of him. Like a wreath, it made people feel a sadness that could not be described in words.

Under this sadness, He Shen raised his hand, placed it on the piano, and slowly pressed it down.

Bang...

Bang...

Bang...

Chopin, Piano Sonata No. 2, third movement.

Funeral March.

He Shen had played this work before at the Church of the Holy Cross, where Chopin's heart was, and played it for Chopin to hear, the funeral march.

At that time, it was just a very ordinary Lv9-level work, and He Shen just played it casually to relieve his mood.

But in the past four years, as He Shen pushed most of Chopin's works to Lv10, this funeral march also reached Lv10.

Unfortunately, without any special feelings, He Shen has never had a work that can truly reach the Lv10 (Ex) level except for the first piano concerto.

None.

Now, He Shen sat in front of the piano keyboard, pressed his fingers, and the extremely sad vocals came out of the piano.

And at this moment, when the music was played, He Shen's heart instantly became extremely transparent.

He instantly understood that his second perfect-level work was there!

Even in such a situation that he was unwilling to accept, some...

Everyone present, especially those who bowed their heads in thought, couldn't help but raise their heads and look at He Shen, who was sitting in the center of the stage and playing the piano, with their eyes full of exploration.

He Shen's performance just now was very sad.

This feeling made everyone's heart tremble.

They seemed to be able to feel the heaviness in He Shen's heart.

After all, this feeling was also in their hearts.

Everyone looked at He Shen, waiting for He Shen's next performance.

He Shen looked at the black and white keyboard in front of him, his fingers did not stop at all, just kept going up, down, up, down.

Just like an ancient sad bell, ringing in the concert hall!

He Shen pressed his fingers on the piano keyboard with a sense of sadness.

He had forgotten that he was now on the stage of the Huaguo Concert Hall.

In his mind now, there was only Zhou Renguang.

About Zhou Renguang, encouragement and comfort for him.

This piece was written by Chopin to all the soldiers who gave their lives for liberation in the Polish uprising.

It carries Chopin's grief.

He Shen had been simulating the sadness of the departure of relatives and friends to play before, without much feeling.

But now, he can clearly feel what Chopin was thinking when he wrote this piece.

Although this piece of work is dedicated to the soldiers who have died in the past few years.

However, in fact, this piece of work is not just to commemorate the dead soldiers.

This piece of work expresses an attitude, an attitude of inheritance.

The road pioneered and opened up by the pioneers in front of us has appeared in front of everyone.

You have passed away, with the last hope.

But you don’t know that you have successfully opened up hope!

Everything will have hope!

And I...

will inherit this hope and continue to move forward!

On behalf of your ideas, on behalf of your dreams, continue to move forward!

He Shen’s eyes, I don’t know when, became a tear.

He seemed to see Zhou Renguang standing beside him, smiling and watching him play the piano.

Looking at him, he was moving towards the direction of the world’s top pianist, and was relieved.

She smiled at He Shen, with a very satisfied smile on her face.

She seemed to be very satisfied with He Shen’s current situation and his interpretation of music.

Therefore, she was extremely relieved and felt satisfied.

Then, he turned around and slowly disappeared from He Shen's sight step by step.

Disappeared on the stage.

The moment He Shen saw Zhou Renguang disappear, he could no longer restrain the emotion in his heart.

Buzz!

The piano's vocals became more plaintive and made people feel more painful from the heart.

This emotion infected everyone in the concert hall.

No one was an exception.

No matter who they were, they couldn't help but stop what they were doing and look at He Shen on the stage.

The female pianist who was squatting in the corner crying after the performance raised her head and looked at the stage blankly.

The man who was sitting in the seat of the concert hall, holding his head and very silent, raised his head and looked at the stage hesitantly.

The staff who was leaning against the wall and looking sadly at the outside of the concert hall couldn't help but turn his eyes back and look at He Shen on the stage.

Everyone was attracted by He Shen's piano sound.

They have all heard this piece of music, which can almost be regarded as a piece of classical music that everyone must listen to.

Therefore, it is easier for them to distinguish whether this piece is played well or not.

When He Shen started playing, not many people paid attention.

After all, there are really too many people who play funeral farewells in this place.

But when He Shen played this place, no one could ignore it anymore.

This place is played so beautifully!

But at the same time, it is too bitter...

The music played by He Shen gives people a sense of beauty, while making people feel a burst of bitterness from the heart.

This is what He Shen makes everyone feel when he interprets this piece now.

In their minds now, their own emotions have been completely crushed by He Shen's emotions.

All their joys, sorrows, anger, and happiness are all taken away by He Shen's piano sound.

Immersed in the world created by He Shen.

He Shen did not care about the people around him. All he had in his heart now was this piece of music.

His fingers did not leave the piano keyboard, but kept going up and down, interpreting the work in his hands.

Bang...

Bang...

Each note was so bitter that it made people cry.

Finally, the last note fell, and He Shen's hand slowly lifted up.

The lingering sound lingered in the air, and the connection was still there...

He Shen felt the music around him and couldn't help but let out a long breath.

He let out the irritability in his heart.

He looked at the people around him, who were still very calm. He slowly stood up, put his hands on the edge of the piano, bowed slightly to everyone, and turned to leave the stage in front of everyone.

Everyone's eyes were firmly locked on He Shen, even if He Shen had disappeared from their sight, they didn't move away.

He Shen's performance was so beautiful that it touched their hearts directly.

But it was too bitter, so bitter that they even had bitterness in their mouths.

They had to admit that He Shen's strength was really strong.

It perfectly interpreted the emotions in their hearts.

Everyone didn't dare to interrupt this perfect mood with applause, and could only give He Shen an extremely serious salute, and send He Shen off the stage.

He Shen walked to the bottom of the stage, and the staff was already standing there. He handed a small USB flash drive in his hand to He Shen and whispered.

"Teacher He, this is the video file of your previous performance. We have saved it..."

"Well..."

He Shen nodded, took the video file, walked to the side, plugged it into the computer, quickly watched it, and confirmed that it was correct before transferring the file to his mobile phone.

He reached out to unplug the USB flash drive, thanked the staff briefly, and walked back to his seat.

At this time, Dan Yi was sitting in his seat, with two lines of tears clearly visible in the corners of his eyes.

When he saw He Shen coming, he couldn't help but squeeze out a smile and nodded slightly to He Shen.

"He Shen, your performance is very good..."

He Shen didn't say anything, but handed the USB flash drive in his hand to Dan Yi.

"This is the video of my performance this time."

"Is that so..."

Dan Yi took the USB flash drive from He Shen's hand and was silent for a long time before he reluctantly looked up and smiled at He Shen.

"Well, thank you very much."

"Um..."

He Shen stepped out of the depressing concert hall, walked outside the house, and turned on his mobile phone.

I didn't pay attention when transferring files before, but now I find that there are many messages from Jiang Yunling on my mobile phone. He sent a lot of messages to He Shen, and they are basically the same.

Why did He Shen suddenly leave the variety show.

He Shen hesitated for a moment and called back.

Just two beeps, Jiang Yunling's vocals came over immediately, and he asked with a little anxiety.

"He Shen? What happened to you? I heard from the staff of the crew that something happened to you and you left the crew early. What's the matter?"

"..."

He Shen was silent, and Jiang Yunling didn't urge him, just quietly waiting for He Shen's answer.

After an unknown amount of time, He Shen finally spoke.

"Mr. Zhou Renguang is gone."

"Zhou Renguang? You mean... that Zhou Renguang?" Jiang Yunling had never expected that his tone would immediately become extremely serious, and he whispered: "He Shen, I'm sorry, I didn't know about this, please accept my condolences."

"No, I'm not asking you to accept my condolences, I just want..."

He Shen thought about it, hesitated for a while, and then said to Jiang Yunling: "I just want you to help me upload the "Funeral" I played to the Internet."

"I want to leave Mr. Zhou Renguang with the last bit of memory..."

"With a Chopin, dedicated to Mr. Zhou Renguang who has been contributing to the classical piano music education in China."

"I'll leave this to you..."

Jiang Yunling was also a little silent. He listened to He Shen's breathing and nodded heavily.

"Okay, I'll complete your idea. Just send me the video, and I'll deal with it now."

After that, the phone was hung up, and a beep came from the headset.

He Shen put down his phone, pulled out the video he had watched before, and sent it directly to Jiang Yunling.

After confirming that the transmission was complete, He Shen turned off his phone without any hesitation.

Let all the annoying sounds go away from him.

He Shen walked outside the concert hall, found an empty bench and sat down, waved his hand and opened his status bar.

On his status bar, there was originally only one Lv10 (Ex) work, but at this moment, it has become two.

The first work, Chopin's First Piano Concerto, was interpreted by him after tracing Chopin's own emotions and Chopin's own youth, and reached the level of perfection halfway through.

And the second work was his interpretation just now.

Chopin, Funeral March.

The third movement of Chopin's Second Piano Sonata, Funeral March.

This work, when it was just played, had already reached the perfect level.

He could feel very clearly that he was in control of everything.

His own interpretation of emotions.

He Shen looked at the funeral march in front of him with a sad look.

If possible, he hoped to exchange his own Chopin funeral march for Zhou Renguang.

Unfortunately...

He Shen stood up, tidied up his slightly a little clothes, and tried to turn his eyes from sadness to determination.

As Dan Yi said, they can't hold on for much longer. There is a very thick gap between them and He Shen.

China has produced many pianists and some relatively powerful piano teachers.

But there is no second piano educator.

Therefore, if Dan Yi and others leave, China's piano education may fall into decline!

Therefore, I must take this responsibility!

In addition to becoming the world's number one pianist, I must also become the world's number one piano educator!

He Shen clenched his fists, clenched his teeth, stood up and walked towards the airport.

The program of "Super Vocal" will end soon. I will finish my last work there and immediately return to Jiangzhou Conservatory of Music.

Starting from Jiangzhou Conservatory of Music, I will lead my own school to become the number one conservatory of music in China.

Let China become the world's number one classical music country!

I will inherit Zhou Renguang's will and let people all over the world know.

China, in addition to its strong culture, can also play in their field and is stronger than them!