The world's number one pianist

"Friedrich! Friedrich! Are you there?"

Friedrich? Who is it? Are you calling me?

He Shen opened his eyes and tried to look around, but found that his eyes could not move at all and could only be fixed in one sight. Reading

Now he is like a bystander, watching everything this body does.

At this moment, this body seems to be reading a book. He Shen does not recognize any of the words written on it, but he can clearly know what story the book tells.

The narrative poem, "Conrad Wallenrod", is an epic poem in Europe about the Lithuanians' resistance to the Germanic Legion in the 14th century.

This is a very traditional and clichéd story. A young Lithuanian is raised by Germans. With him is a Lithuanian folk singer. The folk singer keeps influencing the young Lithuanian and takes him to brew a revenge plan together.

In the subsequent war, this Lithuanian secretly met the daughter of the Duke of Lithuania, and then sneaked into the German Legion as his adopted son of a German, and gained the trust of the legion commander.

In the process of Lithuania's struggle with Germany, he took this opportunity to lead the German Legion to wander around, causing the German Legion to be defeated, giving Lithuania a chance to breathe.

However, in the end, the matter was exposed, he was captured by the Germans, and executed on the top of the tower.

The story is very simple, but for some reason, He Shen felt a burning blood in his heart.

Before He Shen finished reading, a sigh came from his body, closed the book, put it on the bookshelf, turned around and spoke to the visitor.

"You are here, how are things going? How is our country?"

"The struggle... failed, we were strongly suppressed, our uprising, our compatriots, all..."

"Failed?"

Friedrich sat down on the chair next to the bookshelf, his body trembling constantly, and his inner emotions kept brewing in his body.

"Friedrich, let's go quickly, otherwise we will not be able to leave soon! Tsarist Russia and them..."

"Let me be quiet..."

"Friedrich! If we don't leave now, it will be too late!"

"I said! Let me be quiet!"

The surroundings fell into silence, and there was a vague discussion in the distance, which seemed to be discussing the fall of Warsaw.

Friedrich's mood gradually became more and more depressed. He stood up suddenly, walked to a nearby piano, and smashed his fingers.

Dang!

An extremely familiar sound came from the piano, and He Shen immediately noticed something was wrong.

This sound was the first note of Chopin's first ballade that he had just taught Zhao Zitong before!

Duration, perfect match!

Friedrich...

Wait... Friedrich? ? ?

Could it be... Friedrich François Chopin? ? ?

Everything he feels now is Chopin's memory? ? ?

He Shen was stunned. Before this, he just thought that the inexplicable system was just a fantasy of his own. Unexpectedly, the [Master Chopin Ballade] that the system told him about actually took him into Chopin's memory to review Chopin's performance and Chopin's state of mind? ? ?

This!

He Shen immediately focused all his attention, staring at his hands in front of him, thinking about Chopin's current state of mind.

Perhaps it was a psychological effect, He Shen felt Chopin's thoughts and feelings in his heart very accurately.

Hate, I can't die for my country.

Pain, my compatriots were slaughtered by the butcher's knife.

For the country, for the family, for the people.

Chopin smashed the piano hard, trying to completely release the depression in his heart.

However, he was still restraining himself, restraining himself from being too sad, and keeping his emotions inward.

Like a cup of water full of water, about to overflow.

Tone, melody, lines, emotions...

Everything together constitutes this Chopin's first ballade.

With the end of the last note, a tear slowly slid down from the corner of his eye.

I am here just to vent my inner resentment. In addition to venting, what else can I do?

I... can't do anything.

Learning music can't save the Poles after all.

He Shen closed his eyes, and his inner emotions could not calm down.

His eyes went dark, and the camera turned again. This time He Shen was in a deep valley. In the distance, the moonlight was printed in the lake. He left his hometown and looked at the moon and missed his hometown.

Where is the road to Poland?

The sound of Chopin's second ballade slowly sounded.

Then, it was Chopin's third ballade and Chopin's fourth ballade.

After the last note of the fourth narrative disappeared on the piano, He Shen slowly opened his eyes, his heart filled with sorrow.

What he remembered now was not Chopin's story, but a sincere emotion, a love for the country.

He slowly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and walked quickly towards the basement where he lived.

He first had to take advantage of this emotion before he forgot it, and quickly return to his piano, and use a lot of practice to fix this emotion and make it a part of himself.

This is a true master-level perception.

No, those masters' understanding of this piece of work is not necessarily as strong as his own.

He Shen's eyes were no longer dull, but full of excitement. His pace became faster and faster, and he gradually began to run.

Then, his eyes suddenly went dark, and his footsteps suddenly stumbled.

Due to long-term malnutrition, he successfully had hypoglycemia!

He Shen stopped running, took out the last lollipop from his pocket, stuffed it into his mouth, relieved his fatigue, and walked slowly.

Fortunately, he brought an extra lollipop, otherwise he would be finished if he suddenly fainted on the street. He must prepare more lollipops in his pocket later.

He happened to have 400 in savings. Should I change this 1 yuan lollipop for 2 yuan? I heard that Dabaibeisitu has a new model, mustard-flavored lollipops. Should I order a few to try later?

He Shen was thinking about the new lollipop while slowly walking towards home.

At this moment, Zhao Zitong's house.

Zhao Zitong breathed a sigh of relief after hearing the sound of He Shen leaving, but immediately gritted her teeth and paced quickly in the room.

"What should I do? He teaches so well. When the time comes, my mother will definitely let this person be my piano teacher. If he becomes my piano teacher, what will my father do? What will he think when he comes back and sees it?"

"No, no, I must not let him become my piano teacher. I have to find his weaknesses! Then point them out to him and let him get out!"

Zhao Zitong pinched her mobile phone, and her eyes suddenly lit up.

Yes, I have a video! I can post it online for others to see!

If I can't find his weaknesses, can't other people on the Internet find them? There are so many masters on the Internet, especially those videos of piano competitions, the barrage is so powerful, you can definitely find the shortcomings of your teacher!

So, what kind of name should I give to the title? How can I let others see my teacher?

Zhao Zitong touched her chin and suddenly thought of a way. She immediately took out her mobile phone, uploaded the video, and then gave it a name.

"This is the world's number one piano teacher, come and argue if you don't agree"

Hmph, there are so many trolls online, they will definitely find your mistakes!

At this time, we must mobilize the power of the masses!

Zhao Zitong thought of the group of people online and the various criticisms they made, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.