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Chapter 127 Chopin, Polonaise!
It is still the familiar blackness before the eyes, and it is still very familiar to enter a completely different world.

He Shen opened his eyes, surrounded by particularly retro western-style buildings, he is not in a certain classroom, but in an unknown alley.

The houses on both sides are very dilapidated, covered with creepers and green moss.

There was a large group of people in front of them, carefully hiding at the exit of the alley, looking at the outside world, not knowing what to look at.

Everything seemed very strange, to the extreme, he had no idea why he was in this place.

But... the person who entered this time seemed a little familiar.

Especially this hand...

He Shen is very concerned about his opponents, because he plays the piano, so when he sees other people, he will put most of his energy on other people's hands to see what kind of situation their hands are.

Then I often pay attention to whether there is any problem with my hands, and whether it will have some impact on the music when playing.

Therefore, when He Shen traveled through time, he paid attention to his own hands, and also paid attention to the hands of the person being traversed.

That is, the hand of Chopin, and the hand of the dean of the Paris Conservatory of Music.

These hands are very similar to those of the former dean of the Paris Conservatory of Music.

Sure enough, an extremely familiar and extremely gentle voice appeared in his ears.

"George Mathias, what are you waiting for? Why don't you go forward and stand behind, but you can't see anything..."

Before He Shen could react, his body involuntarily moved forward, squeezed to the front of the crowd, and raised his head.

Before he could see clearly what he wanted to see, his eyes were blocked by the wind and sand in front of him.

Without thinking too much, He Shen immediately raised his arms to block the wind and sand in front of him, stood back a little, returned to the back of the crowd, and coughed.

"Ahem... Sorry, Mr. Chopin, I'm sorry, the sandstorm is a bit big..."

"But, didn't we just come here to see the wind and sand? Look at the hussars and feel the feeling of them passing in front of us. This feeling can't be felt casually. Come on, look! They're heading this way!"

Chopin's voice suddenly became a little excited, and He Shen immediately rubbed his eyes.

After rubbing the wind and sand out of the eyes a little, he put his hand in front of his eyebrows to block the wind and sand in front of him, squeezed forward again, and looked in the direction Chopin pointed.

thump...

thump...

thump...

The wind and sand were everywhere, and the sound of sand and stones hitting the armor was obscured by the heavy hooves of the horses.

I didn't see anything, but in the wind and sand in the distance, an extremely huge black shadow slowly emerged, passing through the wind and sand all over the sky, walking towards the crowd.

Soon, He Shen saw everything covered by the wind and sand.

A black-brown war horse, wrapped in armor, was exposed in the wind and sand, and every time it moved, it brought the sound of the armor on its body.

thump...

thump...

thump...

With extremely heavy footsteps, each step seemed extremely solid. He Shen fixed his eyes on the horse that was taller than himself, and couldn't help but freeze.

He had never seen such a tall horse. Now, he seemed to be at the horse's leg, looked up, and could only see the expressionless eyes in the dark brown armor.

Those were the eyes of a horse that had gone through countless battles and never fell down. This horse just glanced at He Shen, without any emotion at all, and He Shen's body trembled involuntarily at this sentence.

No matter how much He Shen controls this body, he still feels that he has no way to completely control it, and he can only let this body stand there in fear.

He Shen no longer paid attention to his body, but turned his gaze to Chopin who was on the side.

Chopin didn't tremble at all, his eyes were full of surprise, excitement, excitement, and pride.

Suddenly, Chopin turned his head suddenly, grabbed He Shen's shoulder, his face was flushed with excitement, his eyes flickered quickly, and he didn't know where to look, and he said quickly to He Shen.

"George, have you seen that? That tall horse, that tall horse, has experienced countless bloody battles! This is a hero who keeps fighting for our country!"

"This is exactly what I wrote in Polanez in E major. The hero who keeps fighting, triumphantly and proudly, this is the pride of all of us! Can you understand this feeling of pride? "

"Look, those horses, look at the murderous display, the bloody smell on their bodies, these are all very important materials, feel the sense of security they bring to our country, you can fully understand, I write The feeling of that piece..."

"That's... what a great pride."

He Shen broke free from Chopin's hands, rubbed his shoulder that was pinched sore by Chopin, glanced at Chopin who seemed to be lost in memory, and asked him uncertainly.

"That...Mr. Chopin, what you just said was our country? Did you mean France?"

If what he just saw is correct, what the horse and the man sitting on it are holding is the national emblem and national flag of France, not Poland...

Why did he say it was...our country?
Chopin froze suddenly, he immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing, and immediately took a step back, the red around his ears turned cold.

His eyes no longer flickered, but became erratic. He looked at the surrounding rooms, then at George who He Shen was possessing at this time, and then at others. He was watching the crowd of hussars, and he couldn't help but relax. Squat down slowly.

"No, this is your country, not my country, my country, my country..."

"Teacher, what's wrong?"

He Shen immediately walked to Chopin's side, put his hand on his back, and suddenly found that Chopin was trembling, his body was trembling constantly, and there was a trace of sadness in his eyes.

"My country... my country is still prosperous, still... standing on this land..."

"teacher?"

He Shen asked Chopin again, and it was only at this time that Chopin suddenly realized that his reaction just now seemed a little too violent, so he immediately shook his head, waved at He Shen, got up from the ground, and stroked his head. Very low and authentic.

"No, I'm fine, I just suddenly remembered that this is not my country, that's all..."

"George, have you finished it? If you finish it, then let's go quickly."

After all, he walked straight to the depths of the alley. He Shen glanced at the row of hussars passing by in front of him, and then at the extremely lonely Chopin. Without any hesitation, he directly chased after Chopin. Follow closely behind him.

Just like this, the two of them shuttled back and forth through the alleys silently. They passed through countless unoccupied alleys, and passed by hussars parading around them many times. Finally, they returned to Chopin's house.

Roof utility room of a building.

Chopin walked to the window, looked at the incomparably bustling scenery outside the window, and was a little stunned for a while. After a long time, he shook his head, turned around, bowed and apologized to He Shen.

"Today... I'm sorry, my spirit is not normal, I'm very sorry, I said today that I want to take you to see the hussars, and feel the feeling I had when I wrote this first Polonaise in A flat major, and the result I suddenly had a problem, which caused you not to see it, I am very sorry."

"No, no, teacher, I've already seen that particularly tall steed, and those eyes that make people tremble just by looking at them. Really, I can feel that power."

"Strength...is just the appearance. Apart from the powerful hussars, there are even more powerful countries. Because of the strength of their country, they can be strong."

Chopin found a chair and sat down, his gaze was erratic, He Shen didn't know where he was looking, he just felt...

Chopin seemed very tired and tired.

In fact, the same is true.

Chopin supported his head with one hand, trying to pull himself together, and said to He Shen.

"My country, Poland, he's very strong, he's really very strong, you know? We also have hussars, and our hussars are also very powerful, and he beat off the invaders, drove them all out I lost my hometown!"

"I am very proud, very proud. I am very happy that I can live in such an extremely powerful and perfect country. Under the protection of the country, I wantonly release my brilliance!"

"Arranged neatly, the eyes reveal tenacity and unyielding, and every piece of armor on the body seems to be able to seep out the blood of the enemy. All of these are medals that symbolize their invincibility! All of this should be like this..."

Chopin suddenly fell into silence again. He just lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking. Just when He Shen was wondering whether to go forward to comfort Chopin, Chopin suddenly raised his head, looked at He Shen, and pulled out with difficulty. With a smile, he spoke gently.

"You are very lucky, you are really lucky, you can grow up in such a country that is prosperous and not afraid of any foreign invaders."

"All of this is what I have been longing for for a long time. Even though I am in your extremely powerful country, I still can't feel any peace of mind, because this is not my country after all. I am just an ordinary outsider after all. .”

"So, can you understand my feelings, George?"

He Shen hesitated for a moment, and brought France into Huaguo. After thinking for a while, he reluctantly nodded.

Incomparably powerful, standing in the forest of the world, will not be afraid of any challenges.

This feeling, he can barely understand.

Seeing that He Shen could understand this emotion, Chopin couldn't help but smiled, nodded to him, pointed to the small upright piano by the wall, and said to He Shen.

"Come on, play and watch, try to play out the emotion I just described, it's useless to say it, you have to play it out."

"Ok."

He Shen nodded, walked to the edge of the piano bench, stretched out his hand to pull it away, then sat on the piano bench, looked at the clavichord in front of him that was very similar to modern pianos, scratched his head slightly, and then raised his fingers.

A-flat major, 3/4 beat, with a stormy introduction as the beginning.

He Shen didn't have any hesitation, because the beginning of the previous one was to be decisive!
Therefore, He Shen's hand pressed down violently.

And, the sound is gradually strengthened.

boom!
The extremely rapid semitone progression brings the most intense and significant accented chord slamming down.

This is the sound of a horse's hoof trampling!The sound that can crush everything!

A special feeling arose spontaneously in an instant, making Chopin nod involuntarily.

The music progressed quickly, and He Shen tried his best to follow the marks on the score and the association given to him by Chopin, and began to think about how to perform this work.

Soon, the performance of this work ended. He Shen looked at Chopin and asked a tentative question.

"Teacher, how about this piece of my work?"

"Um……"

After pondering for a moment, Chopin nodded and said.

"Not bad, but... there are still many things that can be improved, for example, this place..."

Chopin stood up from his seat, walked to He Shen's side, and began to guide his performance, and kept demonstrating, telling him what the performance should look like in that place.

And in some places, you must not feel what it looks like.

Music, at this time, is very emotional. Chopin can't tell He Shen where to use how much force, where to exert force, and what interpretation to give.

He can only tell He Shen what kind of feeling this place should have, and what kind of feeling that place should have. This kind of feeling is the best way to interpret his works.

Chopin told He Shen meticulously what he was thinking when he was writing this work, without any reservations.

Soon, He Shen's Polonaise was approved by Chopin.

"Yes, George, you are getting better and better at playing, your level is constantly improving, the feeling I want, you have played it completely, and you have a little bit of yourself in it, now, You just need to keep practicing and comprehending, and this work will become clearer."

"Next, we are preparing for the next work."

Chopin took the score of the Polonaise aside, and then took out a second copy, a completely different Polonaise, and handed it to He Shen.

This is the second work, which is slightly similar to the previous work. This work is called...

"army"

Army Polonaise.

Chopin carefully described what he felt and what he imagined when writing this piece of work, trying not to omit as much as possible.

Then, he played this piece with He Shen.

Immediately afterwards, there was the third work and the fourth work.

I don't know if there is a little error in the memory given to him by the system, or it has been debugged.

The darkness outside and the light of day change very quickly. It may be that the sky was still bright when the first piece was narrated, but it was already dark when the second piece was narrated.

For the third work, the outside environment is completely different.

Looking at this situation, maybe the system spliced ​​the memory?Splicing together all Chopin's parts about polonaise music to form the memory of this time?

This is why Chopin's emotions are sometimes not so coherent...

He Shen shook his head, continued to listen hard to Chopin's explanation, followed Chopin's steps as much as possible, and performed this work well.

Soon, the 10 Chopin's Polonaises were all performed. When Chopin finished all the performances, he was obviously in a trance, and smiled wryly at He Shen.

"It's really strange, I don't know why, when I finished this last piece of work for you, I felt obviously tired, as if I had been taking lessons with you for several days without sleep, really It feels weird."

"Maybe it's an illusion?" He Shen remained calm.

Chopin didn't do much research, he just took that as a trance, and just said it directly.

"Well, probably so, but these are some trivial things, just think that I was in a trance just now."

"George, I have given you all my 10 Polonaises. I hope you can continue to study hard and earnestly. You are only barely proficient in these works, and you want to pass these works , It may take a long way to reach the level of those masters in Paris, but if you want to become me, then this journey may be even longer..."

"So, you must not interrupt your piano practice. You need to practice continuously every day. Only in this way can you improve."

"Of course, I know that you have a lot to practice, and you've been very busy recently, but no matter what, playing the piano is the foundation of your life, so..."

"Let's practice the piano well."

After finishing speaking, Chopin patted He Shen on the shoulder lightly.

The moment Chopin's hand fell, He Shen's eyes darkened again.

When he opened his eyes, there was a warm yellow light in front of him, and there was an analysis of the half-written and incomplete works.

God, it's completely dark.

At this moment, he had ended his memories of Chopin's class and returned to the real world.

The first time he returned to reality, he thought that he had traveled to another place again, and his brain began to lose consciousness.

This feeling was only temporary, He Shen quickly adjusted himself, went to the corner of the piano room, picked up the stacked copied piano scores, and after a quick flip through, he found Chopin's A set of Polonaises.

He had glanced at this set of polonaise a few days ago, and had an overall understanding.

Thinking of this, He Shen couldn't help feeling a little regretful, he shouldn't have used it directly in such a hurry, he should have practiced it first, and then used it after making sure everything was safe, so maybe the learning effect would be even better!

But... Now that you have used it, then use it, don't get too entangled.

He Shen reached out to call out his own panel, clicked on the works of the Romantic period, and then clicked on the works of Chopin.

Seeing the category of polonaise music, the uniform Lv7, a smile could not help but appear on the corner of his mouth.

Now, he just needs to continue to practice and raise this piece to Lv8. When he reaches Lv8, he can directly go to Professor Dan Yidan and ask him to teach him a lesson.

See if you can break through from Lv8 to Lv9.

Just as he said, He Shen stretched out his hand and opened the door of the piano room, took a taxi, and prepared to go to Wang Pei's side.

Use Wang Pei's recording studio, practice and listen repeatedly, and carefully look for mistakes.

Digest the previously learned content as quickly as possible.

　Ask for a monthly ticket~

　　
　
(End of this chapter)