The world's number one pianist

Music needs to be processed. It is not the end of a work after memorizing the whole work.

Zhao Zitong is in such a state now.

She has already finished all the phrases in this first ballade of Chopin. Now all that is left is to assemble them.

It sounds simple, just like building blocks. Just do the parts and then put them together.

In fact, it is not so.

The integration of phrases requires an overall logic. Why is this sentence like this, why is that sentence like that, you need to give the audience a premise and a reason.

Just like the beginning, development, turn and end in Chinese, you must first start, and then you can end.

Every phrase is extremely beautiful, just like a TV series with all the protagonists, but it makes people unable to tell who is the protagonist.

Even if it is a group portrait work, there must be an absolute protagonist.

He Shen took the music score away from Zhao Zitong, walked behind her, that is, the position near the door, leaned against the door, and nodded.

"Okay, let's start again."

"Yeah, okay!"

Zhao Zitong nodded, turned her body towards the piano, rubbed her hands, exhaled into her hands, then placed her fingers on the piano keyboard, slowly pressed down, and an extremely heavy sound came out of the piano.

Starting with the decomposition of the Naples six chords, slowly climbed up, and finally stopped at the highest point.

The fingers loosened, and then slowly pressed again, semitone up and down, constructing the same feeling of sound.

Just when she was about to end the first sentence, He Shen's voice suddenly came.

"Stop."

He Shen suddenly interrupted, and after Zhao Zitong turned around, he walked to her side, put the music score in his hand in front of her, and pointed at the music score on it.

"Here, I want you to make a different feeling. This place is the second sentence. Our tone cannot be the same as the first sentence. We need to give this place a feeling of exhaling."

He Shen clenched his five fingers and placed them in front of his mouth. As if pulling something out of his mouth, he threw the breath downward with his hand, and then looked at Zhao Zitong.

"Can you do it?"

"Well... I'll try?"

Zhao Zitong was a little confused, but she barely grasped a little feeling. She shook her head, looked at her hands, and pressed again.

It was the same Naples six chords again, but at the end, Zhao Zitong lifted her body up, took a breath, and then pressed again.

"No... not right..."

Before He Shen could speak, Zhao Zitong frowned immediately, feeling that there was something wrong with her performance just now.

Her body did move, as if she was making music, but her hands did not move, which was very artificial.

She played again, and after playing two or three times, she finally found the feeling and looked at He Shen.

"How is it?"

"It's still a little short, but this is also OK..."

"Wait, tell me clearly, what point?"

He Shen just wanted Zhao Zitong to continue, but he didn't expect Zhao Zitong to be unwilling to continue, but wanted to achieve perfection. He couldn't help but look at her with a little surprise.

But soon, he returned to his previous indifference and spoke.

"The first sentence is about the abyss, trying to get out of the abyss. The second sentence should be about darkness, pain and torture, confusion and uncertainty. There is a lack of confusion in your music."

"This confusion needs to be directional. You must first have a direction to move forward. You will be confused because you can't find the way, not because you have no direction."

"Do you understand what I mean?"

"Well... I'll try?"

Zhao Zitong was stunned for a moment, with a hint of doubt in her eyes, but soon, she shook her head violently, sobered herself up, put her hands back on the piano, and continued to try to play.

Once, twice, three times...

Without waiting for He Shen's prompt, she kept experimenting, and finally found that feeling and played that sound.

"What about this?"

"Okay."

He Shen nodded, and Zhao Zitong immediately smiled. She didn't know why she laughed, but she felt comfortable and wanted to laugh.

For the first sentence, it took them nearly ten minutes to barely put together the logic of the first and second sentences.

Fortunately, there are only these two phrases at the beginning. With the appearance of a cadence, the two phrases that served as the introduction came to an end, ushering in a new phrase.

The new phrase does not need to completely carry over the previous feeling, but only needs to give a beginning according to the overall feeling of the work.

Zhao Zitong did not wait for He Shen to urge her, and she started playing the following phrases directly.

Moderato, the slowest tempo than the beginning Largo, or the wide tempo, is much faster.

Zhao Zitong's hand immediately put it in the back position, waiting for the rest in the middle to pass, and then continued to press.

When...

The sound was as heavy as ever. Zhao Zitong pressed every key, and her brain was turning rapidly, thinking about how she should play next.

And He Shen was the same. He stood behind Zhao Zitong, his eyes completely scattered. He focused his attention on Zhao Zitong's music and felt her performance.

Time kept passing.

At the beginning, He Shen could mention her a few words from time to time and correct problems in her works. However, as time went by, there were fewer and fewer errors in Zhao Zitong's works.

Although her fingers are still a bit weak, her interpretation of the entire work is not full enough, especially in some Forte, which is where she is strong, and the distinction is not particularly large.

But no matter what, she has at least completed the prototype of the entire work!

And this is just one day...

Why hadn't she done this before? Have you been resisting other teachers entering her world?

Her talent is obviously so high...

He Shen glanced at his phone and found that the time had suddenly changed from around nine o'clock in the morning to five or six o'clock in the afternoon.

It’s not quite right to say that the time in a day is actually only seven or eight hours, minus the pauses and rest in between.

The time they practice is six or seven hours.

In his mind, He Shen silently adjusted her future practice plan, then walked to Zhao Zitong, who was still practicing, and patted her on the shoulder.

"Okay, that's enough."

Zhao Zitong was stunned, tilted his head and looked at He Shen, and said blankly: "Huh? Is this okay?"

"Well, that's enough. You have reached 80% of the completion of Chopin's First Ballade. The next step is to practice continuously and rely on the hard work of water mill to complete this piece. degree, reaching 100%”

"If you can reach 100%, then you can almost get close to the professional level of this piece of work."

He Shen's Chopin Ballade is at the master level. He naturally knows what level is professional and what level is entry-level.

Especially after I have mastered the Chopin Prelude.