The world's number one pianist

Ding-dang-dang!!!

Ding-dang-dang!!!

He Shen raised his hand, and then slammed it down very heavily!

Music, on the piano, sounded instantly!

A very rapid triad pressed in octaves was slammed down, and then the left hand slammed in octaves in scales!

The moment this sound came out, it locked the eyes of everyone around He Shen.

Especially Zhao Zitong!

She didn't know when, secretly took out her mobile phone and pointed the camera at He Shen.

All of He Shen's things were captured in the camera!

At this moment, He Shen didn't care about the expressions and emotions of everyone around him.

Even their thoughts!

He Shen was just playing.

He focused his attention on this piece of work, and wrote this piece of work with extremely pure power, skills, and emotions!

This piece, adapted by the showman!

He Shen's eyes were fixed on his wrist.

His wrist was very flexible.

Just as flexible as a universal wheel.

Strength controls the relaxation of arm muscles, so that the wrist does not become stiff.

He Shen relaxes his wrist through internal control, and uses the strength of his body to quickly tap the keyboard.

Strength, along the keys, hits the force transmission device behind!

Then from the force transmission device, it goes to the piano strings.

With the collision of the hammer and the strings...

Boom!

An incomparable, eye-catching resonance came out of the piano!

The whole air seemed to be vibrating wildly with the sound of the piano!

Boom!

Boom!

The room is shaking!

The air is also shaking!

Zhao Zitong, Ji Mengting, and Wei Zijie, their eyes are also shaking!

They can even feel that their teeth are shaking together with the pressing of He Shen's fingers! .

The whole room has become a complete resonance box!

Everyone is a vibrating resonance body!

"This..."

The three people looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

An indescribable shock appeared in their hearts.

At the same time, their hearts seemed to be driven by the sound of the piano and became extremely nervous.

They completely forgot what they should say now, and even what they planned to say later.

They even forgot their understanding of music at that time.

At this moment, they were only shocked.

An extremely powerful shock!

This is just the beginning, just like the beginning of a horse's hooves rushing!

Heavy and anxious.

It makes people's hearts full of tension!

The right hand, in the extremely expectant eyes of the three people, pressed the main melody!

In the hearts of all of them, this work appeared at the same time, the main melody of this art song called "Devil"!

The main melody filled with artistic atmosphere!

The high-pitched part of the right hand sobbed in the sky!

The bass part of the left hand rushed in the night!

Who is running in the dark and wind at this time?

It is the father with his child!

He held the child in his arms, he hugged him tightly, and kept him warm.

There was no teleprompter, no subtitles, and nothing to help everyone understand.

But the moment He Shen played it.

Everyone understood!

They felt very clearly everything that was sung in this piece!

Everything was integrated together.

The left hand sang the main melody like a song.

No one sang, but everyone seemed to hear someone singing there.

The left hand was the singing as the narration!

The music was surging!

Like a torrent, galloping!

Before the singing ended, the sound of horse hooves rose again!

The rapid triplets, like a death spell, followed the performer closely.

Run, run!

Run!

Run!

Wei Zijie's eyes suddenly widened!

He glanced at He Shen in front of him, and then at his own hands.

His hands unconsciously clenched, then relaxed, clenched again, and relaxed again.

It seemed that this would relieve his pressure.

The gap!

The gap was too big!

So big that it was insurmountable!

He Shen seemed to have not made any special preparations. He just picked it up and played it for him.

The sense of music in the music filled his heart.

The demon king he originally thought of had completely collapsed in front of He Shen's demon king!

He Shen's interpretation of the demon king had left a very deep imprint in front of him.

If he played again, his performance would definitely have He Shen's mark on it!

This is He Shen's strength!

So powerful... that people can't help but take a deep breath and try to get rid of this extremely powerful bondage!

But!

The music is roaring! The melody is running!

He Shen didn't give people a chance to breathe. His left hand seemed to slide on the keys, and his right hand was smashing wildly!

Boom!

Boom!

The fingers seemed to be getting faster and faster. Under the light from the top of the piano room, it seemed that they were completely invisible!

"My son, why do you hide your face?"

"Dad, didn't you see the devil?"

"My son, it was a cloud of smoke."

The conversation between the father and the son was very calm, so calm that it was scary.

Two voices, two completely different timbres from before.

Talking to each other!

Dialogue between music!

Ji Mengting's eyes suddenly widened!

In this place, He Shen's control over music.

Powerful!

Too strong!

Although she knew that He Shen was very strong, she also knew that He Shen was the best in the world!

But at this moment, the beauty of music interpreted by He Shen in this place, the dialogue between music, the connection between music, and the contrast between timbres.

Everything was really too clear!

The father's anxiety and comfort, the son's pain and groaning.

Both were displayed in front of everyone!

This is no longer a piano work.

This is completely an art song sung by three people!

Wait...

No!

Not three people!

Zhao Zitong, Ji Mengting, Wei Zijie, the three of them, suddenly thought of something, and their eyes changed suddenly!

The music is not the music of three people!

But four people!

There is another person!

There is another...

The devil!

At this moment, the whole song suddenly became extremely gentle, and the right hand ran up to the high pitch, singing softly.

"Come, follow me, lovely child!"

"I want to play interesting games with you"

"There are many colorful flowers blooming on the seashore."

"My mother also has many golden clothes."

This is the devil's whisper!

No, it is unimaginable!

Run, run faster!

Run faster!!!

The devil's whisper, gentle with horror.

The collision between the inner layer of the music and the surface layer of the emotions gives a strange sense of horror!

The duality of music has long been used very skillfully in He Shen's hands!

From Chopin's first piano ballad, he has a particularly good control of the duality of music.

The emotions shown on the surface of the music, but in the inner layer of the music, another emotion is shown.

It is obviously a sound marked as soft, but the music is full of firmness.

It was clearly the voice of Mark Qiang, but the music was full of confusion.

All the music logic can be found very clearly in the music.

And the part of this song that belongs to the Demon King is also the same!

Zhao Zitong, Ji Mengting, Wei Zijie, the three of them, now have no way to control their expressions.

In front of them, it seems that a cloud of fog has appeared.

There are endless temptations in the fog, tempting people to take a step forward.

As long as you take one step, you can get everything.

But this step may be a bottomless abyss!

The child groaned in pain in the music and reached out to hug his father.

The father hugged the child and looked at the lights in the distance with great anxiety.

"Dad, Dad, didn't you hear it? The Demon King is whispering a promise to me!"

"Don't think about it, child, that's the sound of the wind blowing through the dead leaves."

No, that's not it, that's the Demon King! The real Demon King!

Although Ji Mengting knew the plot, she had heard this song of Zuopo.

But when He Shen interpreted the music at this level, Ji Mengting really couldn't help it!

Her emotions were completely driven by He Shen's performance, following the prospect of this plot.

She tried to reach out and stop the father.

But no matter how she touched, it was just a shadow!

She had completely forgotten what the original version looked like.

She had completely forgotten what the story was like.

She didn't care at all now!

Gu Jin

Because of He Shen's interpretation in front of her, she felt a little distressed.

It was not just the child's moan, but also the pain contained in the father's firm tone.

She only had one thing in her heart now, which was to let the child escape from the devil's clutches.

Wei Zijie felt a little difficult to breathe, and tried to pull the collar button on his neck to make it easier for himself to breathe.

Unfortunately...

The music was even more painful.

The devil's voice appeared again, and He was tempting the child!

"Smart child, do you want to go with me? My daughters will serve you very attentively, they will dance around you! Dancing, singing, rocking you to sleep."

"Father, do you see that the devil's daughter is standing in the dark corner!"

"No, my son, those are just a few gray old poplar trees!"

No, believe your son, save your son, your son is dying!

Hurry up, hurry up!

"I love you, your beauty fascinates me, if you don't want, I will use force!"

"Dad, Dad! He came to catch me! I feel uncomfortable! The devil caught me and it hurts! Save me, Dad..."

This section of fingers crawling quickly, on the piano is like flying.

It seems that just a stroke, the sound blooms.

Everyone was stunned.

I have heard it many times and it is already very familiar, but why...

Why have I completely forgotten it now, forget the original plot.

I am still emotionally aroused by He Shen's piano sound, and I can't control myself at all.

Their fingers were tightly clenched, not daring to loosen.

They were afraid that if they loosened their fingers, the child would die.

Ding ding ding ding!

There was another burst of rapid triplet, but here it seemed to be a little different from before.

The situation is even more urgent!

Even more worrying!

Even more uncomfortable...

"The father was frightened and galloped quickly. He held the moaning child tightly in his arms. He finally made it to his home."

The narrator who appeared at the beginning wakes up again at this moment.

However, the voice of the narrator gradually weakened until it disappeared, which seemed to imply that something bad was about to happen...

Sure enough, He Shen took a deep breath and moved his fingers on the keys, seemingly touching everyone's heartstrings.

Then, a chord was pressed. The sound was not loud, but it seemed so heavy.

"The child in his arms"

"Has expired..."

He Shen pursed his lips tightly, and after a brief pause, he smashed his hands down hard.

The whole song, the end!

Wow!

The air seemed to be trembling.

Music seems to be still floating in the air.

Wei Zijie was dumbfounded.

Ji Mengting was dumbfounded.

Zhao Zitong, who was squatting in the corner taking pictures, was equally stupid.

All of them looked at He Shen and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Zhao Zitong and Ji Mengting were fine. He Shen had set an example for all the students recently.

I was shocked and shaken every time, and I got used to it.

Except for Wei Zijie...

His brain began to show signs of collapse.

His mind was now filled with the interpretation of the music just now.

There is absolutely no way for me to escape from the interpretation of the music!

The feeling of this interpretation is too strong.

The flexibility of music is also too perfect.

Especially conversations between everyone and everyone.

Father and child.

The child and the devil.

Narrator and people.

There is a very thin thread connecting all the voices together.

It forms an extremely perfect sense of logical lines.

The feeling was so intense that it was hard for him to breathe.

The emotion of the music was so intense that he couldn't believe it.

The piece he played is the same piece as the piece He Shen played?

Even if there are ten fingers on the same two hands, there is no one more or less deep than He.

Why is the gap between the two people so big?

So big that Wei Zijie feels like he won't be able to catch up in a few lifetimes?

This feeling of music...

Wei Zijie looked at He Shen and couldn't help but pursed his lips and remained silent.

He didn't know what to say.

He felt how poor his talent was.

No, he didn't even feel like he had any talent.

What other piano lessons do you want to learn?

If you give yourself a few years, how far can you catch up?

Wei Zijie thought for a moment and shook his head slowly.

impossible.

There is no chance at all.

He Shen was about ten years older than him, and given ten years, he felt that he might not be able to catch up with He Shen.

After all, the gap between the two people is too big.

So big...

There is no way to catch up.

He Shen moved his hand from the piano, looked at Wei Zijie who had his head lowered beside him, and said slowly.

"How is it? How much can you understand?"

"not much……"

Wei Zijie said honestly. He glanced at his own hand and then at He Shen's hand. His eyes went back and forth, and then he said with a hint of grievance.

"I don't understand it at all..."

"Let's try the thread." He Shen stood up and gestured to Wei Zijie without comment.

Wei Zijie didn't think much and directly turned his body to face the piano again.

Looking at the black and white keyboard in front of me, I thought of He Shen's dexterity in interpreting music before.

He fell silent.

After an unknown amount of time, his eyes slowly gained a trace of life.

Lift your hands and place them on the piano keyboard.

Pressed it very carefully.

Bang!

The wrist is nimble, and the crisp sound of horse hooves can be heard.

This sound of horse hooves is very different from the sound of horse hooves he played before.

However, it's still not enough!

This horse's hoof has a little more agility and a little less heaviness.

This is not a galloping horse, this is not a field trip.

This is the return journey with his dying child.

This is heavy!

Extremely heavy, light and anxious with the horse's hooves.

Wei Zijie looked at the keyboard in front of him and kept experimenting.

He Shen didn't urge him, he just stood there and watched him test again and again.

The music keeps changing.

From too agile to too heavy.

Wei Zijie has never been able to grasp the point of music.

In music, do something that can explain his thoughts on music.

It is difficult to find this point. Wei Zijie keeps experimenting in music.

After an unknown amount of time, he seemed to find the slightest feeling.

He looked at the black and white keyboard in front of him and felt a little strange.

He hesitated, raised his hand, controlled the strength of his wrist, and slammed it down hard.

boom!

The feeling of music, a feeling unique to the devil, immediately surged up!

Although speaking of the follow-up, after about four or five bars, this feeling collapsed.

but……

Wei Zijie looked at his hands, his eyes filled with shock.

He had no way of imagining that the beginning of that feeling just now was actually played by him?

This feeling of music...

Wei Zijie glanced at He Shen, and the shock in his eyes deepened!

He just listened to a little bit of He Shen's class, and...

He Shen didn't care about his feelings. He just touched his chin and narrowed his eyes slightly.

He Shen looked at Wei Zijie in front of him, thought about the other students, and turned to Zhao Zitong and said.

"Tell Zhou San later and choose this person!"

"Then, say hello to the two people from the Huaguo Conservatory of Music and ask them if they want to go with me."

"If they want, let them prepare in advance. We will be ready to leave in December."

He Shen quickly instructed Zhao Zitong, and Zhao Zitong nodded honestly, and quickly recorded what He Shen said in the notebook in front of him.

It shows that he is extremely serious.

Wei Zijie's eyes fell into a sluggish state.

He looked at He Shen, and for a moment he was a little unresponsive, and he hesitated.

"Um, Teacher He Shen, do you mean, did I pass?"

"Yes, you did."

He Shen nodded after hearing what Wei Zijie said, and took out a copy of Beethoven's Urtext original score from the side and handed it to him.

"Here, take a copy, I want to see you practice four or five Beethoven sonatas before the end of November."

"Huh????" Wei Zijie's eyes suddenly widened, looking at He Shen's hoarse throat, he opened his mouth and asked in disbelief: "Four or five? Four or five movements?"

"No, the whole sonata, three to four movements each, two months!"

After that, He Shen stood up, opened the door of the piano room, and pointed at the door.

"Go practice the piano. If I don't see you practice such a piece in a month, it will be a pity..."

"But if you have any problems when practicing the piano, you can come to me."

He Shen didn't say what the regret was, but Wei Zijie had already heard it.

If he couldn't practice at least four complete sonatas in a month, then he couldn't continue to take classes with He Shen.

If he couldn't continue to take classes with He Shen...

Thinking of this, Wei Zijie's face turned green. He suddenly bowed hard to He Shen, then ran out of the piano room and ran towards the student piano room.

He didn't have much time!

He Shen looked at his leaving steps, his face didn't change at all, and he turned back to his own piano room, put the music score he had taken out before on the piano stand, and continued to read it carefully.

Although He Shen can already reach the point of memorizing this piece.

What is the note of the 372nd bar of the first movement of the Pastoral Sonata? He Shen can write it accurately.

Even the mark above can be marked.

However, he still needs to prepare.

Prepare for December's...

European tour concert!

If he is lucky, he will release his first solo album there.

Towards...

the world's number one pianist!