world number one pianist

Chapter 63 The memory of half a year

The still very familiar blackness before his eyes, when He Shen opened his eyes, he once again entered Chopin's memory.

However, the memory this time is very different from the previous memory.

Uh...

The extremely long melody sounded in He Shen's ears, and Chopin in his memory immediately turned around, looked at the folk artist, unknowingly emptied his mind, and thought about the music of that folk artist.

Soon, Chopin took out a piece of paper from his pocket, wrote many notes on it, recorded his inspiration, and put it back in his pocket.

The music on the street was one after another, and everyone had smiles on their faces and exchanged their thoughts with each other.

Cultures everywhere are flourishing, and Warsaw, Poland, where Chopin lives, is no exception. After recording countless inspirations, Chopin quickly returned to his room, leaning against the window, looking at the prosperity outside the window, and thinking the overall structure of the music.

This is a concerto whose scale is larger, more magnificent, and more difficult to write than all other works.

The notes written by Chopin's hands are not only the parts of the piano, but also the parts of other instruments. Countless parts gather together to perform this concerto together.

He Shen was pleasantly surprised to find that all the sound effects he wanted for Chopin emerged in his mind.

This is the idea from the creator himself, everything he wants to show, and why he wants to show it all.

The sunlight outside the window disappeared quickly. Chopin looked up and found that the sun was almost setting. If he continued to rely on the sunlight to write, his eyes might not be able to bear it. He shook his head, walked to the desk, lit a candle, and continued writing.

Time passed quickly, and Chopin's manuscript in front of He Shen was also constantly thickening. The writing of the first movement and the second movement did not have any slowness, and it was written from Chopin's hands like flowing water.

Every time Chopin thinks about writing, he gives He Shen a new idea, which makes him more and more able to understand the joy of Chopin's writing.

My own country is prospering, and everything has become so beautiful.

It's a pity that if it's just ordinary singing, it won't go far.

The sun kept rising and setting, and He Shen suddenly found that he could not write Chopin.

Whether it was going out for a walk or discussing with other people, he could no longer write the final third movement.

"I seem to be unable to write the last third movement? Every time I write this piece of music, I can't help but fall into the same panic as when I didn't know anything about the piano. I deeply feel that this is a very special performance. Therefore, I Worried that I might not be able to finish it."

Chopin sent his letters to countless people, narrating his inner hesitation and fear. He began to be afraid of writing, and he was no longer willing to complete this work.

Soon, he gave up and forced himself to complete the final third movement. He sat in front of the window, watched the sunset, and danced on countless social occasions, as if he had forgotten his own work.

But... He Shen knew that he didn't.

Every beat of music around Chopin will stir his nerves, stimulate his soul, and remind him of the third movement that he has not yet finished.

"Perhaps...it should be like this?"

Chopin left the dance floor, walked to his home, sat back at the table with flickering candlelight, soaked the pen beside him, and then slowly recalled his life in the past few months, and the notes in his hand flowed out slowly.

Dance, flexibility, drums, collision.

The kaleidoscope-like colors collide with each other in Chopin's mind, gradually becoming more and more brilliant, and the writing speed in his hands is also getting faster and faster.

Power is slowly gathering and accumulating in this phrase, and finally, in the last one, it reaches its peak!
FF, stronger, a stronger who no longer restricts emotions, bursts out like a volcano!

Chopin came to the concert hall, found the leader of the band, handed them his score, and then sat on the piano.

Looking at the black and white keyboard under his hands, Chopin gave the conductor a look, and then began to play with both hands.

Incomparably full of emotions began to flow, and every sound fit perfectly with the sound effect that Chopin wanted to present, which aroused the emotions of all the performers and the audience.

All these emotions converged into a very powerful flame, and ended all of this magnificently on the arpeggio of the last movement.

With the last emotion dissipating, He Shen slowly left Chopin's memory, looked at the small basement in front of him, closed his eyes and fell into deep thought.

This super-long concerto is different from those short pieces. Chopin's thoughts when writing this work were not coherent.

Even if this system deletes some unnecessary memories as much as possible, these memories are still not coherent.

Four 10-minute works, the memory lasts for half a year, so many sound effects.

He Shen raised his hand, feeling what he was thinking in Chopin's last concert, and then pressed it down slowly.

when……

The sound of the piano sounded, and He Shen's eyes closed.

Even without the accompaniment of the band, He Shen can still think of what the band should be like when he is playing.

This is the piano concerto of the Romantic period. Instead of requiring the orchestra to make way for the piano as in the classical period, the piano is the protagonist in this period, and the piano can compete with the orchestra.

He Shen's fingers kept running on the piano, fighting against the band in his brain, and the sound effect was closer to the sound effect Chopin thought of when playing.

Finally, accompanied by an arpeggio, He Shen raised his hands, and a smile could not help but hang on the corner of his mouth.

Chopin's "Piano Concerto No. [-] in E minor" has now officially entered the master class.

Unlike the prelude, the prelude has been practiced, and after reaching the peak of the specialization level, he was instructed to enter the master level. He still has no idea how to practice in the future.

And this Chopin Piano Concerto No. [-] in E minor, although he has just entered the master class, but he is very clear about how he should practice now, so that he can enter the master class for the first time and reach the peak of the master.

He Shen rubbed his hands lightly, just about to continue practicing, and let his concerto reach the peak of master level, then took a look at the time, it was after four o'clock in the morning, and immediately let go of his thoughts about continuing to practice.

Forget it, sleep first, and then sleep, He Shen felt that he could die suddenly.

In this malnutrition + lack of sleep situation, it is really a miracle that I can persist for so long.

But... I really need to start to solve my malnutrition situation. I don't want my body to be particularly good, but I want my body to be normal.

After all, this piece of Chopin's "Piano Concerto No. 40 in E Minor" lasts [-] minutes, and I am still at the level of a master.

If he played at the level of a master all the way, he would definitely not be able to persist, but if he was allowed to deliberately let go of water and hide his clumsiness, that would be even more impossible.

He will never tolerate works that do not meet his own level.

(End of this chapter)