The world's number one pianist

\u003c!--go--\u003eAfter saying that, Zhou Renguang turned around and prepared to leave. read

The morning competition had ended by this time. When the audience saw that the judges were preparing to leave, they immediately swarmed and left through the audience passage.

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Soon, only some cleaning staff and He Shen were left in the entire concert hall.

He Shen sat on the piano bench, frowning, thinking about Zhou Renguang's words.

Looking back? What does this mean? Why should you look back?

What are you looking back at? Is there anything to look back on?

He Shen didn't know that the tips he got from Zhou Renguang were not so transparent and did not directly solve his problem, but required him to think.

"Hello, we need to clean up. There are new contestants coming in the afternoon, so please, can you leave the concert hall first?"

While He Shen was thinking, the staff around him suddenly came over and spoke politely to He Shen. They pointed to the open sliding door next to him and signaled to He Shen.

Only then did He Shen raise his head and look around, and found that the entire concert hall was empty. He immediately nodded, thinking about Zhou Renguang's words, and walked out of the room.

Walking to the entrance of the Grand Theater, he greeted Zhao Zitong and Zhou San who were waiting at the door, declined their invitation to watch the afternoon game, and returned to his basement first.

He opened the piano stool, sat on it, took out a lollipop from his pocket, held it in his mouth and continued to think about what Zhou Renguang had given him before.

Looking back? Is there anything worth looking back on?

He Shen placed his hands on the piano keyboard again and pressed the keyboard with a little hesitation.

when……

The sound of the piano coming out of He Shen's Kawaii SK-II piano is very beautiful.

This is the way He Shen played on stage just now, but his body movements were reduced so that the tension in the sound was not that great.

He Shen raised his hand and pressed it again.

when……

This sound was the way he played it before he got the Chopin Prelude Suite. Since time had not passed long, he still remembered it.

He had practiced this piece before receiving Chopin's guidance, and he had probably just broken through to the entry-level level.

I have some understanding of this set of works, but I don’t understand it enough and I don’t think much about it.

Then what?

He Shen closed his eyes, rethought what he had just played, and used his ears to listen hard to what he had just played.

Gradually, he felt like he had found something...

His entry-level works are like a perfect rough embryo. In addition to the fixed shape, there are also many traces of himself engraved on it.

But in the version of his peak professional level, the things that belong to his personal style are basically invisible.

"Is it the self in the work?"

He Shen frowned, took out the "Chopin Ballade No. 1" that he had played before, and played the simplest beginning.

when……

The sound is perfect, beautiful, and truly a masterpiece.

He Shen closed his eyes again, blocking his vision and focusing all his attention on his hearing and touch.

Feel the power of your hands when they touch the piano, and listen to every little change in the listener's voice.

Gradually, He Shen suddenly discovered.

His perfect Chopard does not mean that he does not exist, but that he has become Chopard. Chopard is just a shell, and the real core is still himself!

As for this professional-level prelude of mine, because I was too focused on Chopin, I completely abandoned my own existence and turned myself into a puppet.

Only then did He Shen realize that the direction he had been heading was a little off, and he couldn't help but smile.

Fortunately, my mistake didn’t last long. As long as I continue to practice, I can still correct it!

He Shen lifted his finger and pressed it down again.

when……

when……

when……

He kept playing the same note, thinking about what kind of existence he should appear in this piece, and maintaining his own thoughts.

The sound that appears on the piano is obviously just a note, but the feeling it gives people is constantly changing, making people more and more obsessed and intoxicated.

After revising a note, He Shen immediately transformed the note into a whole phrase and modified the feeling of the entire phrase.

Time flies by, but the incandescent light bulbs in the basement remain unchanged, making people forget about time.

Time, as if at this moment, was completely frozen, and the existence of time could not be felt at all.

After a long time, He Shen played the last note. At this point, he had completely revised his set of professional-level "Chopin Preludes".

If I'm not mistaken, he is on the right path now!

He even felt that this piece of his work might have surpassed the professional level and become a master level!

Although he may have just entered the master level and is not as good as his four Chopin Ballades, this should be the master level he reached completely on his own!

"Huh... that should be enough, right?"

He Shen stood up from the piano stool, feeling the powerlessness of his body, and gave up control of his body. He suddenly lay back and fell on the mattress on the ground. He stared at the ceiling with his eyes blankly, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Master-level "Prelude", tsk..."

Just when He Shen was about to reach out to turn off the light and go to sleep, a voice that he hadn't heard for a long time suddenly came to his mind.

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