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Wang Pei saw He Shen nod, and immediately raised his hand, gave He Shen a hint, then stretched out his hand to open the recording, counted down three numbers with his fingers, and fell suddenly.

He Shen did not hesitate at all. All his previous experience, plus his latest understanding of this Chopin's first ballade, instantly came to his mind. With the help of the gravity of his arm, his fingers slowly fell from the air and then landed on the piano.

When...

Chopin's first piano ballade in G minor, Op23, No1, the extremely orthodox sound came out of the piano, and then was perfectly absorbed by the microphone placed on the resonance chamber and transmitted to the recording studio outside.

Wang Pei's originally careless expression froze instantly. He glanced at the recording equipment in front of him with a little doubt, and then glanced at his headphones, his eyes full of doubt.

What is this? What am I listening to?

Although he knew that He Shen played the piano very well, and he had always been the first in the piano major when he was in school, he did not expect that he could play so well!

Just this beginning shocked Wang Pei.

He suddenly remembered what He Shen said before.

"Because I feel that I have touched the peak of a work, so I want to try to see if I can record it."

The peak of the work...

Wang Pei pursed his lips, took off his headphones, turned up the volume around him, closed his eyes, and stared at He Shen's performance very seriously.

The voice was as sad as water and as tragic as a mountain. Every sentence seemed to be telling about that sadness.

But this sadness did not make people sink completely, but with a belief, an extremely firm belief supported under this sad feeling, so that it would not lose the bedrock and fall from then on.

With the end of the last few cadences, this Chopin Piano Ballade No. 1 in G minor also came to an end.

Wang Pei was about to applaud He Shen and praise his performance, but he didn't expect He Shen to have no intention of stopping at all. He took a breath slowly, then raised his arms again and continued to fall.

When...

Chopin's Piano Ballade No. 2 in F major, Op38, like a pastoral, slowly floated in the air.

This emotion was more gentle than before, and it was even more difficult to escape from it.

Wang Pei had stood up, but now he sat down again. He looked at He Shen in the recording studio with disbelief in his eyes.

He was not recording a single piece of work. According to his current thoughts, he seemed to want to record all four of Chopin's piano ballads!

That's why the first thing he said when he came to me was to ask if I had any channels to let him record a record!

If he could really record a record, these four Chopin piano ballads...

Wang Pei couldn't be sure that these recordings would become classics, but this recording could definitely compete for the best interpretation of Chopin's piano ballads!

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but regret why he didn't add a phonograph recording device when he built this recording studio, but instead made a DVD for the sake of convenience.

If he had made a phonograph at that time, this CD record might be sold at a higher price, or even the matching phonograph could be sold?

Well, wait...it seems that there are more ways to make money besides the phonograph?

Wang Pei suddenly fell silent. He was frantically calculating in his mind how much more cost he would have to add if he added a CD recorder, and how long it would take to recover the cost.

He Shen didn't know what Wang Pei was thinking outside. He completely immersed his mind in the story described by Chopin.

Music has a language, and this language is not like what those marketing accounts describe to many people. Music tells you through the performers.

The language of music exists in the composer's writing, and the performers can only process it twice.

Every note, the reason why the composer wrote it this way is completely his understanding, so every note represents something.

Whether it is the humor of sudden key change or the indifference of plain narration, all of these are in the piano score.

After experiencing Chopin's memory, He Shen's grasp of these music has reached a very deep level. Even those performers who are famous for Chopin may not be much better than he is now.

Therefore, the more He Shen played, the more immersed he became.

Chopin's Piano Ballade No. 3 in A-flat major, Op47

Chopin's Piano Ballade No. 4 in F minor,

Each piece of music was extremely close to perfection.

With the end of the last piano sound, He Shen slowly took his hand off the piano, then looked at Wang Pei at the control console and stretched out his hand to say hello.

When Wang Pei heard the piano sound disappear, he immediately woke up from his thoughts, hurried to the control console, stopped the recording, and made a completed gesture to He Shen.

After He Shen came out, Wang Pei also plugged in the headphones, adjusted the recorded master tape to the beginning, and said to He Shen.

"Yes, the recording is completed, you listen."

"Yeah."

He Shen leaned against the sound-absorbing cotton wall of the recording studio control room, took the headphones from Wang Pei's hand, closed his eyes and began to listen to the sound of his performance.

However, not long after listening, He Shen suddenly opened his eyes, got up and walked to the partition door of the recording studio, pulled the door handle and spoke.

"Play it again. There are five places where I just played it imperfectly. The volume control is slightly off, and the overall attenuation curve is a bit volatile."

After that, he opened the door of the recording studio, walked in, and gave a hint to Wang Pei who was guarding the control outside. At Wang Pei's gesture, He Shen played the song that he felt had problems again.

After coming out, without any rest, he continued to pick up the headphones to confirm.

"No, there are still problems. In the 82nd bar of the third narrative, the expression terms should be more exaggerated, which may be better."

"In the 87th bar of the fourth narrative, a connection here is slightly broken, not smooth enough, and the overall image is not perfect."

"In the 193rd bar of the fourth narrative, the harmony conflict is not done."

"..."

After He Shen confirmed his mistake once, he entered the recording studio again and continued recording.

Come out again, listen again, change again, go back again, and so on.

Wang Pei, who was originally very surprised by He Shen's rapid progress, changed his expression from excitement to calmness and then boredom.

Later, he had completely given up listening to He Shen and correcting his mistakes in his previous performance. Instead, he sat aside and honestly served as a tool for recording.

It was not that he did not want to help, but he really could not understand!

It was just a tiny difference. In He Shen's ears, it was louder than thunder, but in Wang Pei's ears, it was probably the same as the buzzing of a mosquito a hundred meters away.

I could not understand it at all.

Sure enough, what I was best at was making money, not music.

Music should be left to He Shen and his group of people who were truly talented in music.

Wang Pei thought helplessly.