The world's number one pianist

Zhao Zitong walked slowly to the edge of the piano, closed her eyes, and let her heart settle down.

She raised her hands and placed them on the piano, and thought quietly as He Shen said.

How did she understand this piece of music now?

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He Shen did not ask her to interpret all the chapters of Beethoven's Pastoral Sonata, but only asked her to interpret the second movement of this work, which has the most profound musical expression.

The second movement of the sonata is generally a slow movement.

And the slower this slow movement is, the easier it is to put the expression of music in front of everyone, so that everyone can see it clearly.

The slower it is, the more clearly you can feel the performer's thoughts on this work and how she interprets it.

For example, those fast exercises, you obviously want to express a feeling of anxiety, but if you slow down, can you still express that kind of anxiety at an anxious and slow speed?

He Shen asked Zhao Zitong to interpret this piece for this reason, and wanted her to think about what her music was about!

Zhao Zitong closed her eyes and felt the sound of the wind blowing around her.

The other old people who were originally around here did not leave immediately, but looked at Zhao Zitong in front of them with interest, waiting for his performance.

Zhao Zitong was silent, slowly raised his head, and looked at everything around him.

There are no green mountains, only green water.

There are also countless trees covering the surroundings.

Everything is like in a small forest.

Where was Beethoven when he wrote this second movement? Was he also in this forest?

Or was he at home?

Or... was he listening to his friend's story at his friend's house?

There are many possibilities. What kind of feeling did Beethoven want to express?

Zhao Zitong closed her eyes and thought, thinking about her own Beethoven, her own music.

She felt everything around her, letting her brain play air defense, thinking calmly.

Music, music...

What should music be like?

How should I interpret the music I want?

What kind of scene is my understanding of this piece of music?

Music... What does it represent in this place?

Music...

Music?

Zhao Zitong seemed to feel something, her eyes slowly opened, her eyes quickly focused, looking at the keyboard in front of her.

Eighty-eight black and white keys, not one more, not one less.

This is a very orthodox, traditional piano.

Zhao Zitong raised her hand and placed it on the piano.

Everyone looked at Zhao Zitong in front of them, holding their breath, looking forward to her performance.

She had just been sitting here without moving, her hands were placed beside her without any movement.

No one knew what she was thinking about sitting there all the time.

Everyone was a little anxious waiting.

Although the people around were all elderly, they also came here to play!

Some elderly people came to play music, and a little kid came to him and said that his student needed to use this piano to feel the music in his mind.

Everyone then made way for him to use it.

But he didn't expect to wait so long.

His student actually sat on the piano bench without saying a word, waiting for at least several minutes.

How many minutes are there in life? Even if they are about to die, they are unwilling to waste their lives like this.

However, just when they were about to get anxious, Zhao Zitong moved.

She raised her hands and placed them on the piano. After a moment of silence, she slowly pressed them down.

Bang, bang, bang, bang...

The right hand chords were heavy, like a forest.

But the sound of the left hand was very light.

The decomposition of the chords she expressed was the image of a perfect traveler.

She stood there, looking at everything around her, curiously looking around, feeling the beauty brought to her by the surroundings.

Then, she gently lifted her jade feet, walked in the forest, and laughed wantonly.

This is the image she wants to show.

Zhao Zitong's hands ran lightly on the piano without any pause.

The sense of music shown in the music was shown very clearly by her.

The solid foundation that He Shen laid for her was placed there, which completely set off her music.

Zhao Zitong was already immersed in her own music.

Although the music she showed was still not perfect, her thinking about some places was still a little vague.

Many of the music she was thinking about were just very simple ideas.

However, there were already many of her ideas about this piece of music.

She thought, what kind of music this music should be.

She thought, this music should go to a certain place!

He Shen and Ji Mengting stood aside and looked at Zhao Zitong in front of them, watching her interpretation, without any change in their expressions.

He Shen was very natural, he felt that Zhao Zitong could play the music she imagined.

It was just because she was lazy before, she had been trapped in her own safe zone and didn't want to come out.

This led to her many omissions in music, just listening to her own music quietly.

As for Ji Mengting behind...

She was a little numb.

She had never imagined that Zhao Zitong could suddenly perform like this in this place.

It was like... suddenly got enlightened?

But, it shouldn't be!

How could it be like this, suddenly got enlightened by playing the piano? Didn't she lament with me before, saying that there was no existence of herself in her music?

Why now...

Ji Mengting looked at Zhao Zitong in front of her, and her expression gradually became extremely puzzled.

She began to focus her eyes on the piano played by Zhao Zitong, and began to think...

Does this piano have a magic power? Can the performer fully express the music he wants to express?

Maybe? It seems that there is indeed a possibility, right?

It does feel good...

Ji Mengting looked at Zhao Zitong in front of her, and couldn't help but feel a little bit like going up to play.

She had been playing in front of the audience before, and now playing in front of these passers-by, maybe there will be some inspiration?

He Shen saw Ji Mengting's expression on the side, just nodded slightly, and didn't say anything.

The other old people sitting here looked at the little girl playing on the stage, and a smile appeared in the corners of their eyes.

It turned out that she really had something! The music she played was really good!

Therefore, the old people looked at Zhao Zitong in front of them, nodded, and no longer had any objections, just sat there and enjoyed the music.

It's just a pity that the music is not long...

This second movement, about five or six minutes, the music has come to an end.

When her hand left the piano, no one reacted. They were still looking at Zhao Zitong in the middle happily, waiting for her to continue playing.

Zhao Zitong did not continue.

She just raised her head and looked at He Shen who was standing on the side, very nervous, waiting for He Shen's comments.

He Shen was also looking at Zhao Zitong.

He did not immediately comment on where Zhao Zitong played well and where she played poorly, but spoke to her.

"Go on, play whatever you want, don't worry about the competition."

"In this competition, even if you play casually, you can enter the finals, so you don't have to worry too much about the piano sonata in the second round."

"So, continue to play, play casually, don't care about what others think."

"Huh?" Zhao Zitong was stunned. She looked at He Shen in front of her in confusion, and seemed not to fully understand what He Shen meant.

And He Shen just walked slowly to the side of the piano, put his hand on the piano, and spoke.

"Have you ever thought about why you play the piano?"

"I..." Zhao Zitong hesitated for a moment and shook her head.

He Shen didn't seem to care about Zhao Zitong's reaction. He just sat next to Zhao Zitong, looking at the scenery in the distance, and spoke.

"Actually, I haven't thought about it..."

"Then why did I play the piano before? It's very simple, my father forced me to play the piano."

"Since I was a child, I don't know who said that I had a talent for playing the piano, and my father was very convinced by that person, so he sent me to learn piano."

"I was in Jiangzhou at the time, learning piano with the best piano teacher in Jiangzhou, no, or in the city. She helped me lay the foundation."

"Then, because I played better than other children and played faster than others, my father thought I was a material for learning piano, so he kept forcing me to practice the piano."

"He controlled my life and hoped that I would always follow his pace and become the world's number one pianist!"

"Unfortunately... I didn't listen to him. My level is actually not very good. I am just an ordinary person with a little talent, but not that much talent."

"I am just the most talented in our city. The strong one, but put me in Huaguo, even in Jiangzhou, I am just an ordinary person. "

"You can even accept a very bad ordinary person!"

"I was not admitted by the school in advance. I took the art exam and entered the music college through the art exam."

"After the art exam, I took the separate exams of those schools, that's it."

"My father told me that I shouldn't continue to waste in this place. I should go to Zhongzhou, Huaguo Conservatory of Music and Haicheng Conservatory of Music!"

"I got the review and approval certificates of these two conservatories. I ranked 12th in Zhongzhou and 10th in Haicheng in the piano department. I had no choice."

"I chose to go to Wuzhou Conservatory of Music, a place far from my father, but not so far away."

"I'm trying to get out of his control!"

Zhao Zitong and Ji Mengting were stunned when they heard this. They didn't expect He Shen to talk about his past.

He Shen ignored the two and continued.

"Then, I met the second teacher at Wuzhou Conservatory of Music."

"He taught me a lot of basic things. He kept asking me to supplement the basics. He didn't ask me to do other exercises. He just asked me to supplement the basics."

"I supplemented the basics for a whole year, and then, in the process of constantly supplementing the basics, I have been holding the highest score in the school in four years."

"The highest score in the final exam in the school! It surpassed all the people who had higher scores than me when they came in!"

"At this time, I once again felt that I should be a piano student. Even though I didn't have any works, I still had a little understanding of music, but I felt at that time that I should become a pianist!"

"As a result...I almost starved to death."

He Shen said that the place suddenly burst into laughter. Ji Mengting and Zhao Zitong listened very seriously, and no one laughed.

He Shen continued to face the two people: "In fact, during this period of time, from when I was about to starve to death, and then returned to Jiangzhou to become a migrant worker, living in the basement and practicing piano, I have been thinking about one thing."

"That's..."

"What is the music that I want to express?"

"I don't know what I want to express. I just follow the teacher's ideas, constantly hone my basic skills, and then interpret everything on the music according to the markings on the shop."

"Obviously, I failed and I succeeded."

"My success lies in that my foundation has become extremely solid. My failure lies in that there is no music in my music!"

"However, one lucky thing for me is that I met Zhou San, and you, Zhao Zitong. Zhou San took me to the Golden Piano Award, giving me the opportunity to move to a higher level."

"And you gave me a chance to eat."

He Shen raised his head and looked at the sky.

There were no clouds or fog in the sky, and the sunshine was so bright that He Shen couldn't help but squint his eyes.

"There are all kinds of things in the world. From what others call a genius, I gradually turned into a fool that everyone despises, and then from a fool to a genius!"

"Just when I thought I was a genius again, the world played a joke on me and I fell from the sky into the deep mud."

"Everything I think about, many things are too superficial, and there are still many gaps between what should be expressed in music."

“When I ran out of room to go any further, I got another chance to go up.”

"I have more understanding and understanding of my thoughts on music, and I can interpret my own thoughts on music."

"A person's understanding of music requires continuous accumulation before he can interpret it."

"For example, when Gould played Bach's Goldberg Variations, the version when he was young and the version when he was old are completely different concepts!"

"Music does not have a perfect image. For example, this is what you think music should be like!"

"Everyone else is interpreting the innocence of Mozart. You are here to interpret Mozart, who is obviously in his twenties and still pretends to be a child to win the favor of the big shots. Is there anything wrong with that?"

"Your music is the success of your life. I have no ability to criticize your music. I can only say that your music should be interpreted and written by yourself."

"What I can help you with is the logic of music. For example, if you step out with your left foot, if you are walking normally, you should continue to step out with your right foot. This is the logic of music."

"When you interpret music, you should pay more attention to your interpretation of music and understand why you are interpreting music."

"If you don't understand, you can ask me, but..."

"I will not pursue any further point in your musical interpretation."

"Because I'm not you, I can't give you any more advice. You should review your own life and think about what your own music is..."

He Shen stood up, walked to the side, looked at Zhao Zitong and Ji Mengting who were already staying there, and smiled.

Turn around and leave.