The world's number one pianist

"I now have a rough idea of ​​your current piano level. If you want to get into a good university with your current level, it is basically impossible because your basic skills are too poor and your understanding of music is almost zero. Read М"

He Shen saw that Zhao Zitong wanted to refute, and immediately stopped her with his hand, and asked quickly.

"If you want to refute, it's very simple. Take the work you are practicing now as an example. Please describe the harmony direction, structural composition, and the tone of the tone indicator at the beginning of Chopin's First Piano Ballade. Which tone is the subsequent key change?"

"What about the overall emotional change curve, playing intensity, strong and weak light and dark relationship, color conflict, and narrative logic?"

"Me!"

Zhao Zitong bared her teeth and wanted to refute, but found that she didn't even understand what He Shen said. She couldn't help but hummed twice, leaned back on the chair, and didn't bother to pay attention to He Shen.

He Shen also guessed that Zhao Zitong didn't understand what he was talking about at all, so he continued to speak without any pause.

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“So, every day after that, you have to start practicing the basic skills. The basic skills are the foundation of music. If your basic skills are not solid, you will easily encounter various unexpected situations when playing other works later.”

“However, I found that you have an advantage, that is, you have very good ears and can clearly hear what you are playing.”

“Hear what you are playing?” Zhao Zitong did not understand the meaning of this sentence.

He Shen immediately explained: "Hearing what you are playing is a very important talent. For example, I had a hard time hearing what I was playing before, so I could only rely on a tape recorder to record my performance, and then keep listening to it, keep changing it, and finally remember the feeling and play it out."

"But you are different. You have one less step than me, you can just listen to your performance, and then start to correct it by comparing it with the version I gave you. This is a very remarkable talent."

Of course, this talent, by the end of learning music, basically everyone has it. If you don't have this ability, you will be eliminated in the middle stage.

He Shen didn't say this. There is no need to constantly discourage students. Students should be encouraged so that they have the motivation to keep moving forward.

Zhao Zitong naturally didn't know what He Shen was hiding. When she heard He Shen's praise, the corners of her mouth naturally curled up and she said proudly.

"Of course, I am my father's daughter, and my father is the best pianist in Jiangzhou University of the Arts. How can I embarrass him?"

"Well, so keep practicing. After the basic practice this morning, we will start practicing the music in the afternoon. It is your Chopin First Piano Ballade. We will divide it into the first part today."

He Shen glanced at the time. It was almost half past eleven. He was already feeling hungry, so he opened the door of Zhao Zitong's room and prepared to leave to have lunch and continue the class in the afternoon.

This morning was not completely fruitless. At least Zhao Zitong's problem was sorted out.

Just then, Zhao Zitong's stomach growled.

He Shen immediately cast his eyes on Zhao Zitong.

"You, why are you looking at me? I'm just hungry. Aren't you hungry?" Zhao Zitong said angrily.

"Is that so..." He Shen nodded, took out a lollipop from his pocket, carefully peeled off the outer layer of plastic paper, and handed it to her: "Would you like one? Eating something sweet after practicing the piano is good for the brain."

"Eh? Uh... Thank you." Zhao Zitong hesitated for a moment, and finally took the lollipop from He Shen's hand and put it in her mouth. A spicy taste rushed directly from the tip of her tongue to the top of her head, and she was so scared that she almost spit out the lollipop.

But the next moment, a sweet taste came out, instantly erasing the spicy taste.

Feeling the sweetness blooming in her mouth, Zhao Zitong slowly came to her senses.

"How is it? Not bad, right? This is the latest product of Dabaibeisitu, a mustard green pepper flavored lollipop."

He Shen peeled off another one and stuffed it into his mouth, feeling the sweetness in his mouth, and he obviously said a lot more.

"There are only five left in the store next to my house. The boss sold them all to me. You are lucky to get one."

"I would rather have a normal lollipop..."

Zhao Zitong's mouth twitched, but she suddenly felt a little curious.

For a person who plays the piano so well, his biggest hobby is eating lollipops, and he likes to eat in front of other people, not caring about the eyes of people around him.

"Hey, why do you like eating lollipops so much?" Zhao Zitong suddenly asked.

"My name is not He Shen, my name is He Shen, you can call me Teacher He, or He Shen, or Teacher, it's all fine."

"Okay, okay, I'll call you He Shen, He Shen, why do you like eating lollipops? Isn't this usually eaten by children?"

Zhao Zitong looked at He Shen curiously, waiting for his answer.

He Shen did not answer immediately, but after thinking for a while, he began to explain.

"To put it simply, lollipops can replenish sugar for my brain. When I play the piano, I have to think about a lot of things, much more than you can imagine, so my brain consumes more energy."

"For example, when I play any piece of music, I first need to get the rhythm right in my mind, then think about the phrases, feel the strength of my fingers, the direction of the harmony logic, etc., instead of just pressing the keyboard with my eyes closed."

"Oh..."

Zhao Zitong stopped talking, crushed the lollipop in her mouth, threw the stick aside, stood up and stretched, then walked out of the house, fiddled with the kitchen, and then took out two bags of potato chips and handed one of them to He Shen.

"Yes, this is what I like to eat. I don't like to owe people. You gave me your lollipop, so I'll give you a bag of potato chips. It's even."

After that, she threw the potato chips into He Shen's arms, and regardless of whether he could catch it or not, she tore open a bag and ate it.

The two of them took a short break during lunch in silence, drank some water, made some bread, and waited until about 1 pm, when He Shen continued to guide Chopin's First Piano Ballade.

In this way, time came to the evening.

He Shen glanced at the time. It was almost five o'clock now. According to his plan, Zhao Zitong had perfectly achieved the goal today.

In the afternoon practice, from one o'clock to five o'clock, he kept grinding the beginning, that is, from the first bar to the thirty-second bar.

For a full four hours, he only polished these thirty bars. The sound was correct, the rhythm of the sound was not a problem, the music line was barely made, and the relationship between strength and weakness, and the contrast between light and dark were also presented a little.

In this way, at least today was not wasted.

He Shen nodded with satisfaction, said goodbye to Zhao Zitong, and left first.

After a while, Xi Shuwen came back.