world number one pianist

Chapter 8 Chopin's Memories

"Friedrich! Friedrich! Are you there?"

Friedrich?who is it?Are you calling me?

He Shen opened his eyes and tried to look around, but found that his eyes could not move at all, and could only be fixed on one line of sight.

Now he is like a bystander, watching everything this body does.

At this moment, this body seemed to be reading a book, and He Shen didn't understand a single word written on it, but he could clearly know what kind of story this book was telling.

Epic, Conrad Warrenrod, a European epic about the fourteenth-century Lithuanian revolt against the Germanic legions.

This is a very traditional and clichéd story. A young Litauwa was raised by the Germans. He was accompanied by a Litaurian folk singer. This folk singer kept influencing this young man. Litaowa people, together with him brewing revenge plan.

In the ensuing war, the Litawa man secretly met with the daughter of the Duke of Litaova, and later, as his adopted son of the Germanic, mixed into the Germanic Legion and gained the trust of the legion commander.

In the process of Litaowa's struggle against Germania, he used this to lead the Germanic Legion to mess around, causing the Germanic Legion to be defeated and allowing Litaowa to get a respite.

In the end, however, things were revealed, and he was captured by the Germans and executed on top of a tower.

The story is very simple, but for some unknown reason, He Shen felt a rush of blood burning in his heart.

Before He Shen finished reading, a sigh came from the body he was in. He closed the book, put it on the shelf, turned around and spoke to the person who came.

"You're here, how are things going? What about our country...?"

"The struggle...failed, we were violently suppressed, our uprising, our countrymen, all..."

"Failed?"

Friedrich sat tremblingly on the chair next to the bookshelf, his body trembling uncontrollably, and the inner emotions kept brewing in his body.

"Friedrich, let's go, or we won't be able to leave soon! Tsarist Russia and the others..."

"Leave me alone..."

"Friedrich! If you don't leave, it will be too late!"

"I said it! Let me be quiet!"

The surroundings fell into silence, and vague discussions came from a distance, as if they were discussing the fall of Warsaw.

Friedrich's mood gradually became more and more depressed. He got up suddenly, walked to a nearby piano, and slammed his fingers down.

when!
An extremely familiar sound came from the piano, and He Shen immediately noticed something was wrong.

This sound is the first sound of Chopin's first ballad that I taught Zhao Zitong before!

The duration fits perfectly!
Friedrich...

Wait... Friedrich? ? ?

Could it be... Friedrich François Chopin? ? ?

Everything he feels now is Chopin's memory? ? ?
He Shen was completely stunned. Before that, he just thought that the inexplicable system was just a fantasy of his own. Unexpectedly, the [Master Chopin Ballad] that the system said to him was actually accompanied by his own Walk into Chopin's memory, review Chopin's performance, Chopin's state of mind? ? ?

This!
He Shen immediately concentrated all his attention, stared at the hands in front of him, and kept thinking about Chopin's current state of mind.

Perhaps it is a psychological effect, He Shen felt very accurately what Chopin was thinking.

Hate, oneself cannot die for the country.

In pain, compatriots were slaughtered with butcher knives.

For the country, for the family, for the people.

Chopin slammed the piano hard, trying in vain to completely release the stagnation in his heart.

However, he is still restraining himself, restraining himself from being too sad and keeping his emotions restrained.

Like a glass full of water, it will overflow.

Timbre, melody, line, emotion...

All of these make up this Chopin Ballade No. [-].

With the end of the last note, a tear slowly fell from the corner of his eye.

I am here, just venting my inner grievances, what else can I do besides venting?

I... can't do anything.

Learning music will not save the Poles after all.

He Shen closed his eyes, unable to calm his inner emotions.

It was dark before the eyes, and the camera turned again. This time He Shen was in a deep valley. In the distance, the moonlight was imprinted in the lake.

Where is the road to Poland?

The voice of Chopin's Second Ballade sounded slowly.

Immediately afterwards, there is Chopin Ballade No. [-] and Chopin Ballade No. [-].

After the last note of the fourth ballad disappeared on the piano, He Shen slowly opened his eyes, his heart filled with sadness.

What he remembers now is not the story of Chopin, but a sincere emotion, a love for the country.

He slowly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and walked quickly towards the basement where he lived.

He first has to take advantage of the time when this emotion has not been forgotten, and quickly return to his piano, and use a lot of practice to fix this emotion and make it a part of himself.

This is a true master-level comprehension.

No, it is not certain that those master-level people can understand this work better than themselves.

He Shen's eyes were no longer dull, but filled with excitement, his pace became faster and faster, and he started to run gradually.

Then, his eyes suddenly went dark, and his footsteps staggered suddenly.

Due to lack of nutrition for a long time, he succeeded in hypoglycemia!

He Shen stopped running, took out the last lollipop from his pocket, stuffed it into his mouth, relieved his fatigue, and walked forward slowly.

Fortunately, I brought an extra lollipop with me, otherwise I would be doomed if I suddenly fainted on the street, and I must keep some more lollipops in my pocket later.

I just have a deposit of 400. Do you want to replace the lollipops that cost 1 yuan with ones that cost 1 yuan?I heard that the Great White Pisces Rabbit has a new mustard-flavored lollipop. Do you want to order some lollipops later?

While thinking about the new lollipop, He Shen walked slowly towards home.

At this moment, Zhao Zitong's home.

After hearing the sound of He Shen leaving, Zhao Zitong breathed a sigh of relief, but immediately gritted his teeth and paced the room quickly.

"What should I do? He teaches so well. My mother will definitely let this person be my piano teacher. If he is my piano teacher, what will my dad do? What will he think when he comes back? ?”

"No, no, no, I must not let him be my piano teacher. I want to find out his weaknesses! Then point them out to him and tell him to fuck off!"

Zhao Zitong pinched his mobile phone, his eyes suddenly lit up.

Yes, I have a video!You can post it online for others to see!
If I can't find his weakness, can other people on the Internet not find it?There are so many masters on the Internet, especially those videos of piano competitions, the barrage is so powerful, you can definitely find out the shortcomings of your own teacher!
So, what kind of name should I give the title?How can I let other people see my teacher?

Zhao Zitong touched his chin and suddenly thought of a way. He immediately took out his mobile phone, uploaded the video, and gave him a name.

"This is the world's number one piano teacher, let's argue if you don't accept it"

Humph, there are so many trolls on the Internet, they will definitely find your mistake!
At this time, it is necessary to mobilize the power of the masses!
Zhao Zitong couldn't help but smile when he thought of the various criticisms made by those people on the Internet.

(End of this chapter)