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He Shen stood behind Zhao Zitong, stopped, looked at Zhao Zitong on the stage, and said nothing. Google search reading

He Shen did not continue to say anything to Zhao Zitong and Ji Mengting, but walked directly behind them and let them continue to think for themselves.

Think about what their music is.

He Shen could only give a little hint on these things, and could not do anything else.

He Shen also told them the direction they should think about.

Life, their own life.

What kind of life do they live.

Think about their own life, and then play their own music.

This is the revelation that He Shen gave to the two.

Zhao Zitong seemed to have found a little bit of that feeling.

She looked at the piano in front of her and could not help but be silent.

This piano was not a good piano, and even the sound was a little inaccurate.

Looking at the piano in front of her, Zhao Zitong began to think seriously, thinking about many strange things.

Countless thoughts flashed through her mind.

Finally, she raised her hand and put it back on the piano keyboard.

Then, she slowly pressed a note.

This is a very ordinary note, without any extra timbre, just put it there and press it slowly.

There is nothing expressed before, and there is nothing to express after.

Just press a note, nothing else.

The note disappeared, Zhao Zitong raised her hand hesitantly.

But soon, Zhao Zitong pressed her hand again.

This time, the note she wanted to express had a little change.

This little change showed a very strange feeling.

It was obviously the same note, but at this time, there was a big difference in what was expressed in the music.

The music seemed incomparably transparent, incomparably pure, and incomparably pure. After watching it, people could not accept the slightest stain in it.

The tone disappeared...

Zhao Zitong raised her hand and pressed it again.

This was the third time, and it was still the same note.

But this time, the tone expressed by Zhao Zitong at this moment had a very significant difference.

In the music, what Zhao Zitong showed was silence and sadness.

This trace of silence and sadness completely enveloped everything that this sound wanted to express.

People around looked at Zhao Zitong, not quite sure what she was doing.

But Zhao Zitong knew very well what she was doing.

She was making her own music.

Her own music!

The sound ended, and some fragments began.

The music began to appear.

She kept playing some music fragments, but she didn't play them completely, just a little bit of them.

Incorporate these fragments into her own music.

For example, if she wanted to express a little bit of love, she would bring someone into it, let herself think about this person, and then express a little bit of love.

Or, if she thought about some tragedy and pain, she would bring the endless tragedy and pain of her departure into it.

As more and more music was brought into Zhao Zitong's life, she became more and more clear about what He Shen meant before.

What does it mean to bring in music emotions?

Music... What kind of emotions do you want to express in your life?

How should you interpret these things?

How should you express yourself?

Express everything about yourself, and express it to everyone to listen and see.

Zhao Zitong closed her eyes and let her emotions replace the emotions in the music.

Let her understanding of music be brought into the understanding of music.

Let her life be brought into the life in music.

After all this was brought in, Zhao Zitong felt that she seemed to have found something

Found a little bit of the feeling that belongs to her own music.

She felt that her music might be like this?

This kind of life with endless rich experience?

Zhao Zitong's eyes gradually lit up, and she suddenly thought of a conversation she had with her teacher before.

She asked He Shen, who is Alice in He Shen's music.

He Shen said to her that Alice does not have any appearance, Alice is just Alice, just a representation of love.

Anyone can be Alice, and anyone can't be Alice.

Everything can be replaced, everything can be replaced!

She was a little confused at the time, and had no idea what kind of emotion the teacher wanted to express to her.

These things seemed a little profound to her, and she didn't understand the emotions expressed in the music at all.

But now...

She seemed to understand a little bit?

She seemed to understand some of what she wanted to express.

Alice is really not a person who can be absolutely specific!

Alice is just Alice.

It's just a name, without any meaning.

For herself, He Shen can be Alice, Ji Mengting can also be Alice, and anyone can be Alice.

However, anyone can be anything other than Alice.

It all depends on how you understand this piece of work.

So, what does this piece of music represent in Beethoven's life?

What he wants to interpret in these music, what kind of image does he have in the music he thinks about.

Then, if you put this image into your own music, what can it represent?

Does it represent music, or does it represent life, or does it represent teachers and students?

Or something else...

Zhao Zitong closed his eyes and began to think non-stop, thinking about what music could represent in his life journey.

As she thought about more and more things, her understanding of music became more and more profound.

What exactly is your own music?

My own music...

It's purity, self, and... straightforwardness!

Zhao Zitong's eyes suddenly lit up, and she seemed to understand the meaning of music to herself.

She probably understood why she wanted to play the piano and why she asked to play music!

In fact, many times before, music was not played for herself.

At first, she played the piano for her father, then for her mother, and then, He Shen?

He Shen said that music should belong to herself, so what exactly should she express now?

The answer should be obvious...

When you play music, you should play music for yourself!

Her eyes couldn't help but light up, looking at everything around her, her mood was extremely surging.

If your music is what you want, then...

She raised her hand and slammed it down.

Music, the music she likes!

Beethoven, pathos.

This is a sonata, a sonata with very strong emotions.

She was explaining all her thoughts about this sonata.

She was thinking about her understanding of music.

She finally understood what music is!

He Shen looked at Zhao Zitong in front of him and watched her performance. He couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, shook his head, and turned away without making any sound.

Zhao Zitong didn't notice He Shen behind her at all. She was immersed in her own music and said nothing.

Music, flowing in her hands, thoughts rushing around her quickly.

The emotions brought about by the music were more intense than before.

Finally, the final cessation ended, and she waved her hand violently, her small breasts rising and falling.

Sweat dripped from her head and soaked her face.

She stood up suddenly, looked behind herself, and looked at where He Shen was standing. The smile on her lips could not be overflowing, her eyes were extremely excited, and she shouted loudly.

"He Shen! I seem to understand. I probably understand what my music means!"

"Music is actually life, it is our idea of ​​our own life, and it is a portrayal of our own life!"

"Everything in the music is everything we have experienced, and then we put it in front of everyone and show it."

"All this...I feel like I can probably understand what my music is!"

"How deep!"

"How deep?"

She turned to look behind her, but...

There was no deep shadow behind her.

She looked around blankly. Everyone around her was malfunctioning, but among them...

Nothing deep.

She took two steps back and looked at everything around her. Her brain was a little dazed and she wasn't sure what was going on.

Ji Mengting saw He Shen's back when He Shen left, so she had some expectations.

Therefore, she smiled and said, "Zitong, can you teach me?"

"Huh? Oh oh oh..."

Zhao Zitong was stunned for a moment, then walked to Ji Mengting's side honestly, waiting for her to play.

Although Ji Mengting had some ideas, she didn't have a definite direction yet.

She also started playing the same way, interpreting her thoughts according to He Shen's thoughts.

…

At this moment, He Shen had left. He walked to other places, returned to his hotel, and began to pack his luggage.

He didn't have much luggage, and there wasn't much in the house.

Dong Dong...

There was a sudden knock on the door of the house. He Shen opened the door, but there was no one at the door.

Lowering his head, he discovered the poem beneath his head.

Qu Shi waved her hand to He Shen and said, "Hey, why did you suddenly tell Zhou San that you were leaving? He specially patted me, and several other teachers came to help."

"Nothing, just take care of Zhao Zitong and Ji Mengting."

He Shen shook his head, picked up his luggage and walked to the door.

There was no need for him in this place. Zhao Zitong immediately understood his thoughts on music. In this case, he might as well go home directly.

Let them play freely and show their own music.

It's time now, it's time they can play freely.

Blindly holding them in his hands, mergers and acquisitions will not allow Tang and the two of them to continue to grow.

It just makes them more afraid under their own arse, and they don't dare to think about developing elsewhere.

He could only show his power to those who had no protection under his own protection.

He Shen did not want Zhao Zitong and Ji Mengting to get used to these things.

Qu Shi looked at He Shen's back, full of questions, but did not say anything.

No one could change what He Shen decided.

So, she just came to ask He Shen's specific thoughts.

If He Shen could explain, it would be the best.

If he could not explain...

It didn't matter.

He Shen walked to Hamamatsu Station with his luggage, and then prepared to take a train to Tokyo.

He was ready to return home.

In the practice in this place, he always felt that he was still a little short of that kind of energy.

So, he had to go back and continue thinking about music.

Back to his room.

On his piano, thinking about music.

He Shen looked at Hamamatsu City in front of him, and looked at Zhao Zitong and Ji Mengting who were out of sight, with a trace of ease in his eyes.

"I hope you two can play the music you want, right?"

"There's not much I can teach you about the rest."

"The most important thing next is to communicate with other pianists and exchange your experiences."

"It's a pity that you haven't reached this level yet. You don't have your own stuff yet."

"Wait until you have your own stuff and make sure that the music you think about won't be taken away by others, then we can talk about the rest."

"After all, music is very personal."

He Shen shook his head, turned around and got on the car, ready to leave Japan and return to Jiangzhou.

Qu Shi, who replaced He Shen, stayed here to take care of Zhao Zitong and Ji Mengting.

At this moment, Ji Mengting in the grove was still thinking about music, what it meant to her.

She still didn't have a clear idea of ​​her own musical direction.

...

Time passed quickly, and the schedule for the second round of the competition was announced after He Shen left.

Because of the previous incident, the organizing committee arranged the three strongest people for three days respectively.

Therefore, there was no way to make any direct comparison between the three of them.

If I guessed correctly, basically everyone was the strongest player of the day, and then they moved towards the finish line with the first place.

Finally, they could meet again in the finals.

At that time, no one knew what the ending would be.

Did Zhao Zitong and Ji Mengting succeed in revenge? Or did Nakamura Bai guard his position without any relaxation and still hold the position of the big devil?

No one knew.

Zhao Zitong was consolidating her own ideas about music.

Ji Mengting was thinking about her own music in Zhao Zitong's music.

After all, she hadn't figured it out yet.

What exactly is her own music?

At the end of the music, there were actually fewer things in the music, and more of them were abstract philosophy.

Or, the energy of all things is philosophy?

So what kind of form is the music that she understood?

She had always followed He Shen's steps and played music according to He Shen's ideas.

Now that she was suddenly separated from He Shen, she was a little overwhelmed for a while, not knowing where she should move forward.

Therefore, she was even more confused.

She tried hard to think about her music, and her spirit became more and more depressed.

However, the arrival of the competition would not stop because of her depression.

Soon...

The second round began!