world number one pianist

Chapter 200 Chopin and He Shen

It was still the same headache as before, and when He Shen opened his eyes, he was no longer on the bed, but in a speeding carriage.

What he smelled in his nose was a mixed smell of poor-quality perfume and some horse manure.

This smell made He Shen frown the first time he woke up.

It was too bad, and He Shen, who was used to the normal smell of modern society, couldn't accept this smell for a while.

Coupled with the bumpy feeling brought about by the uneven road surface, He Shen even felt a little bit like throwing up at the first moment.

All kinds of feelings made He Shen reach out and cover his mouth when he was awake.

No, it wasn't that He Shen manipulated his body to cover it, but the body itself covered his mouth in advance.

"Friedrich? What's the matter? You look very bad!"

"Do you want to vomit? Hold on, we will soon reach the resting place. Your father said that there is a small resting village in front of us. We can take a good rest!"

A woman wearing a western classic long dress was sitting opposite He Shen, no, it should be opposite Chopin, with a very worried expression on her face, looking at Chopin, wondering what was going on with him now.

He Shen looked at the woman in front of him, and after a short brain pass, he instantly knew who this person was.

Chopin's family, his mother, Justine Chopin...

If He Shen's guess is correct, Chopin is on the way to escape at this very moment!
Chopin's country, Poland, which he himself was said to be extremely powerful, is suffering from destruction.

Countless people swarmed out of Warsaw, trying to find a place to survive.

Chopin, like everyone else, is on the way to escape, following his mother, father, and some other brothers and sisters.

Warsaw is about to be captured by Tsarist Russia, they have no retreat, they can only continue to run far away.

Even, because they were afraid that those main roads would be occupied by Tsarist Russia, they could only take those small roads that had never been traveled by many people. On these small roads, they could find a way out, a way to escape.

Compared with others, Chopin's family is even considered very good, because they even have a carriage to use.

Like those poorer families, they don't even have a carriage, all they have is their own legs, and they need to rely on their own legs to get out of Poland...

Then fled to an unknown place.

Justina looked at Chopin with an extremely sad expression on her face, got up and sat beside Chopin, reached out and patted Chopin's back, and whispered.

"I'm sorry to make you suffer, but there is no way!"

"We are fleeing now, we have no way to hire those bigger carriages!"

"If we hire those big carriages, we will become the target of everyone's eyes without any accidents. We can only rent this small carriage, and proceed carefully in these places where no one passes by."

"Also, I want to say sorry to you. I really didn't mean to smash your piano, it's just because we have no way to bring it!"

"Instead of putting it there and being plundered by those invading tyrants, why don't we just damage it ourselves and leave nothing to them, isn't that the best choice?"

"Friedrich, I really can't do anything, I really can't do anything..."

As she spoke, Justina Chopin gently laid her body on He Shen's body, sobbing non-stop.

Chopin did not respond to his mother, but looked out of the window of the carriage, and sighed involuntarily as he looked at the extremely panic-stricken scenery outside the window.

Chopin knew from the very beginning that he would definitely not be able to take that piano out.

That said, the piano is not so big that it could even fit in the back of this tiny carriage.

Although the pianos of Chopin's era can be regarded as the embryonic form of modern pianos, they still have not reached the height of modern pianos.

It was just an ordinary piano beyond the harpsichord and harpsichord, and it was the size of a table, so it could fit on a carriage.

However, Chopin didn't. Chopin just watched his own piano, which accompanied him from childhood to adulthood, being destroyed and smashed in front of him.

Chopin didn't even have the slightest fluctuation in his heart.

The reason is very simple, because everything needs to be kept simple. If an extra piano is placed on the carriage, the speed of the carriage will be slowed down, and it will be discovered by scouts who don't know where they are.

Then what awaits them will not be any courtesy, but swords and blood...

It is impossible to let Chopin go so easily just because he was a particularly experienced pianist...

He Shen knew it, and Chopin knew it too...

Therefore, the entire carriage was extremely quiet, and for a while, no one spoke.

Yes, just the constant sobbing of Chopin's mother.

crunch...

crunch...

crunch...

The wheels rolled over the muddy land quickly, and the carriage moved forward quickly.

After an unknown amount of time, the carriage finally stopped in a particularly remote countryside.

In this countryside, the tallest building is a church.

And this church is not even half the height of the house where Chopin and his family lived in Warsaw.

This church is less than two floors high, and it can be regarded as the most magnificent and luxurious house in the whole village.

Although this small church is extremely small, the interior decoration is still used as much as possible. In the eyes of the country people, the decoration is particularly luxurious.

At least, that's how it looks from the outside.

When Chopin got off the carriage, clutched his belly, and approached the church, his father, Nicolas Chopin, had just come out of the house, with an extremely serious expression, he was slightly relaxed when he saw Chopin .

With a difficult grin, he nodded to Chopin.

"Come down? It's been hard work, let's go and have a rest. Let's take a rest and continue to escape to other places."

"There is a piano in the church, this one is for the pastor in this place, but I don't know where he fled, maybe he has already fled, after all, there is no one in the whole village..."

"We don't know exactly what happened. Anyway, let's go and have a rest first."

Chopin looked at his father, nodded, and walked into the church.

Sure enough, all the things that are standard in churches are here!

Rows of church chairs, extremely tall crucifixes, and a beautiful altar.

All of these are neatly placed in this church.

It looks similar to the outside, the whole village has contributed everything they have, the best, to this church, hoping that the god in their hearts can bless them in peace.

In addition to a very large pipe organ in a normal church, there can only be an ordinary piano here.

pity……

Chopin shook his head, walked towards the piano next to the main platform of the church, sat on the piano bench, and observed the surroundings of the piano.

On the side of the piano, there is a small stage slightly higher than one step.

This place should be for those choir people, for singing.

It's a pity that no one will stay on it and sing now.

He Shen seemed to be able to imagine that on Sundays, those people in the village gathered around here, listening to the children in the choir singing hymns.

"How is it? Can you still play now? After staying in the carriage for so long, will your hands feel a little raw?"

Nicola, that is, Chopin's father, came over and interrupted He Shen's imagination. He looked at Chopin and asked with great concern.

"Friedrich, you are a pianist, this is your foundation, you will need it no matter where you go!"

"Even if we go to a new city, you can still find a job!"

"So, hurry up and get familiar with the piano now, so that your hands won't be unfamiliar."

"Quick, we don't have much time. How do you feel about your current hand feeling? Can you play? Does this piano fit your idea?"

"Let me try……"

Chopin nodded slightly to Nicholas, and spoke in a very calm tone.

He put his hand on the bottom of the piano, where the big letter C is!
Slam down an octave.

C major, octave!
At this moment, He Shen in Chopin's brain was startled suddenly, the beginning of this chord...

So familiar!
No, this doesn't count as a chord, this should just count as, a very common octave.

The distance between the two notes is an octave, just press it directly.

This feeling……

If He Shen remembers correctly, this should be Chopin's first piano etude.

Chopin etude, Op10, No1!

aka...

Psalm Fugitive Song!
Psalm... fugitive song?
He Shen's brain suddenly realized what he said just now...

Psalm Fugitive?
Psalm...

He Shen turned his eyes slightly to the top of his head.

A slightly ordinary, but still very attentive church roof.

Psalm...

escape……

The piano was smashed, unable to practice the piano...

I came to a church and found this piano, which is not particularly good.

Practice to restore your fingers.

He Shen felt that he seemed to be able to grasp that feeling.

However, at this moment, Chopin's hand stopped.

Bang...

An extremely powerful chord was slammed, and the fingers quickly ran upward in the form of chord decomposition.

Then when he reached the top, he continued to run down without any hesitation.

Then, there is the second upward movement.

However, this time's ascent is to change the tonality of the tune, it is no longer this tonality, but has become a relational tonality.

From C major to A minor...

high speed……

From the very jerky at the beginning, not knowing how to continue walking, gradually speeding up, and in the fingers, it became clearer and clearer about how I should go next.

The finger adhesion caused by not practicing the piano for a long time has been relieved very quickly through continuous practice.

Finally, after all the notes, the first Op10 of Chopin's etude, the last note of No1 fell, Chopin took a slow breath and put his hand back at the beginning.

Bang!
A more concise and powerful beginning suddenly sounded in front of everyone.

After that, it was extremely fast, like a chant of escape.

Anxious, full of holiness!

There are other various, subtle changes to clarity!

Chopin's father, who was standing aside, was stunned.

Chopin, who had just entered from the door and was about to take a rest in the church, was also stunned.

The younger ones, Chopin's brothers and sisters, were equally stunned.

Their older brother, Friedrich, was playing the piano...

This work was something they had never heard of before.

They took a look outside, the gray sky, the muddy ground...

Even so, it can't hide Chopin's sensitivity to music at all.

possible……

This is Friedrich Chopin...

However, before everyone came back to their senses, there was an extremely fierce quarrel outside, and a man who looked like a groom walked in with an anxious expression on his face.

"Go, something happened, someone was caught in the distance! Hurry up! Otherwise it will be too late!"

"..."

Everyone did not speak, but looked at Chopin.

"Friedrich, we..." Justina took two steps forward and said anxiously to He Shen. "We're leaving now, we can't play any more! I know you..."

He Shen looked at his hand with great regret. This is just a very simple prototype, very simple, and has not been particularly finely polished.

But time does not allow, he can only do this now...

"Let's go."

Chopin shook his head, got up and went out without any desire to stay.

He knows what is important now and what is not.

No matter how important music is to me, what is more important is to continue to live.

continue to live in this world...

Chopin walked to the carriage at the door, and when he was about to get in the carriage, he suddenly turned his head and looked back.

He saw a mass of extremely huge black smoke.

It came from a very, very far place...

That direction is his hometown...

is his homeland...

is his everything...

Chopin looked at everything in front of him, his teeth could not help but clenched.

But in the end, he didn't say a word, but got up and got into the pony carriage.

Everyone also took their positions, and continued to flee to the distance in a state of embarrassment.

Nervous, fearful, afraid...

Chopin is not a saint, he does not have the courage to give up everything he has, face the enemy, and sacrifice his life for righteousness.

After all, he is just an ordinary mortal.

Moreover, even if he sacrificed his life for righteousness, those people would not be able to stop their killing just because of Chopin, and return the land they had plundered to Chopin and the others.

There is no possibility...

Therefore, there is no sacrificing one's life for righteousness at all, some are just dying in vain...

Death without any value.

Chopin didn't say a word, the carriage moved forward quickly, and moved towards the distance.

Chopin looked at the extremely sad people in front of him, and his heart, unconsciously, was also stained with a trace of sorrow and hatred.

Hate the country for not being strong.

Hate the tyranny of Tsarist Russia.

I hate myself for not being able to serve my country...

All kinds of emotions mixed together, making Chopin a little sad, unwilling to say a word, he could only follow the family members, and fled quickly towards the distance.

Countless times have been discovered and escaped countless times.

I don't know if it's God's favor, or some other reason, they can always escape from the dead with extremely dangerous postures...

For a while, everyone was travel-stained and tired.

months later...

He Shen and others finally came to Vienna, the capital of music...

When everyone saw the incomparably prosperous city, they breathed a sigh of relief.

"Phew, barely escaped for a while..."

"Just survive, don't think so much..."

"That's right, it's not easy to survive. Don't think too much about it."

"Let's go, find a place to live first..."

The Chopin family walked near Vienna and watched the surroundings gradually become prosperous, and the tension in their hearts dissipated a lot in an instant.

Here, there is no more chaos.

At least, there is no war here!

They quickly found a house that would allow them to live here.

After moving into the new house, everyone's hearts fell into their stomachs.

Everything is over, and I don't have to worry about one day, people from Tsarist Russia will suddenly come over and kill all of them!
Everything seems to have returned to the previous calm...

However, apart from He Shen...

He Shen didn't relax his vigilance completely, he was paying attention to the situation in the distance every day, looking forward to the news from Poland.

every day……

Even when his father and mother no longer cared about this matter, and even planned to live like this, He Shen did not give up completely.

Every day he went to the place where the newspapers were sold and glanced at the latest news of the day.

As a result, every time he went to a place where newspapers were sold, those bosses would frown and drive people away.

He Shen didn't give up, just kept going through all the newsstands in Vienna, waiting for the news from Poland.

Finally, his waiting paid off, just as he expected...

The Polish people barely got a short rest, their homeland was barely guarded, and Tsarist Russia retreated...

They retreated for a short time, and did not continue to kill. They just photographed a few people for guarding, and the large forces went to capture other places.

Although this can only be regarded as being colonized, but...

Alive, there is hope!
Poland, still there, has not just completely perished!

Polish people, you can continue to fight!

Looking at the news in front of him, He Shen couldn't help but clenched his fists, and lifted his head up to prevent his tears from falling directly.

He waited, he finally waited...

Everything, fortunately, I didn't miss it...

"Chopin! Chopin? What are you looking at?"

A familiar voice came from He Shen's ear, and He Shen looked over subconsciously, it was Titus Wojciechowski.

If He Shen remembers correctly, this person is his friend, or... lover?
Same sex... lover?
He Shen didn't remember very clearly, but he remembered that when he first came to Vienna, Titus came directly to him, congratulating him on escaping the sea of ​​misery.

Titus pinched He Shen's shoulders with both hands, and said excitedly.

"Why are you still here, don't you know, Paganini is here to perform today, I know you will like it! After all, Paganini is the most powerful violinist in Europe!"

"Hurry up, hurry up, if you are later, you may not be able to buy a ticket!"

"You know, this is the most powerful violinist in Europe! His tickets are selling fast!"

"I remember you said before, do you have a vague idea about the music you want to create? It seems to be about techniques, why don't you try to listen to it first, and see how other masters handle it ?”

"After all, he is a master of skills. There is no one in Europe whose skills are better than him!"

He Shen looked at the reluctant Titus, nodded with a smile, pointed to the newspaper in front of him, and said with a hint of excitement in his voice.

"I tell you good news, Poland just happened to be saved! Our country has not perished!"

"Huh? What? Poland got a break? Didn't she die? She's still alive?"

Titus snatched the newspaper from He Shen's hand and read it very seriously, his eyes full of surprise.

"Sure enough, sure enough! I knew they would succeed!"

"If you can live, you are victorious. As long as you live, there is still hope for everything!"

"In this case, tonight's ticket, I invite! Treat it as a celebration!"

After all, Titus pulled He Shen hard and walked directly towards the Grand Theater.

At the entrance of the Grand Theater, countless people lined up, looking forward to Paganini's performance.

Seeing the extremely expectant expressions of these people, He Shen felt a little lonely for a while.

These people don't have to care about whether their motherland is strong or not, they can completely chase after the latest prosperity.

On the other side of Poland, it is still suffering from war...

The war in Poland is a big event for me, but for these people, it is just a small news in the street newspaper.

Even without Paganini coming to play, it occupies a lot of space!

He Shen's head fell slightly, Titus saw He Shen like this, instantly understood his thoughts, stretched out his hand and patted He Shen's shoulder, and comforted him.

"It's okay, it's over, you have to look forward, as long as the country is not destroyed, there is still hope, isn't it?"

"Well, yes, I'm just envious..."

"Indeed, it would be great if Poland could be like Germany and Austria..."

Titus sighed, He Shen took a look at him, shook his head slowly, and walked into this very large concert hall.

This concert hall, this is the largest concert hall in Vienna, it can seat hundreds of people!

At that time, in the whole of Europe, it could already be regarded as an extremely rare concert hall!

After He Shen followed Titus into the concert hall, he came to the corner and sat down.

Neither of them had any money, and the seats in front of them had already been bought by those noble ladies at a high price. The price of each ticket was beyond their imagination.

In addition, Titus insisted on inviting He Shen to see the concert hall in order to celebrate, so they could only buy the last tickets.

Soon, the concert hall was full of people.

When the seats were full, everyone immediately realized that the concert was about to begin, and immediately fell silent.

No guidance from anyone, not even lights.

Everyone immediately became extremely quiet.

They looked at the one-meter-high stage in front of them, looking forward to Paganini's performance.

Not long after, Paganini, who was dressed in a very dazzling dress, came up, bowed slightly to everyone, and put his bowstring on his violin amidst the applause of everyone.

He just paused for a moment, and when the emotion in his heart was brewing, everyone immediately felt that emotion.

At this moment, the bowstring in Paganini's hand swung violently.

An extremely shocking feeling hit He Shen's brain instantly.

"This, this feeling?"

He Shen felt that he was only a film away from that, what he wanted to express...

As long as you poke it a little, it might break.

This feeling……

Sitting on the side, Titus couldn't help but be concerned when he saw Chopin like this.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

"No, it's not uncomfortable, I feel, I seem to have found what I want!"

He Shen's eyes lit up slightly, and he stretched out his hand, followed Paganini's movement slightly, feeling the music flowing from his hand.

Feel the music, the feeling it brings to yourself.

That extremely shocking feeling...

He Shen felt that his feelings for that layer of film became more and more profound, and there was only a slight difference...

hum!
boom!
An extremely shocking scale melody gushed out.

What followed was an endless display of skills.

Show off your own skills and show your super strength to everyone!

He Shen's eyes lit up suddenly!
He felt it, felt that feeling!

show off...

No, it can't be a gimmick...

Just tricks.

He Shen shook his head and reached out to touch his chin. He looked at Paganini who was showing off his skills in front of him. He felt that he had already passed through that layer of membrane, and he was about to shrink back.

As long as you retract, then you can successfully pierce that layer of membrane!

He Shen closed his eyes and stopped looking at Paganini, but listened to Paganini's performance.

Bravery, skill...

No, it shouldn't be about showing off skills.

Instead, show off your music with skill!

My path is not the same as that of Paganini, I should be the opposite of him!

Music first, skills second!
Let your performance be filled with a certain special technique when it is full of musical sense!
He Shen suddenly thought of the feeling he felt when he was in that country church...

That very very special feeling!
While practicing finger skills, complemented by music...

really!

He Shen stood up abruptly, about to rush to the piano at home, but suddenly remembered that he was at a concert, and immediately sat back in embarrassment.

Fortunately, their seats are not in front, but in a small corner.

In addition, the people around them didn't look at them much, so they were all okay and didn't affect other people.

If he stood up directly in front, he might not be beaten to death by the people listening to music around him!
He Shen touched his chin, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He has now found the feeling for the music he wants to create.

Mainly music, supplemented by technique.

Let the skills become the skeleton to support the whole music.

Let music become flesh and blood, filling all skills.

This is the direction he expected!
The music is flowing fast, and everyone around is immersed in the skills displayed by Paganini and cannot extricate themselves.

He Shen is the only exception!
He is thinking about his work!
As soon as the concert was over, He Shen didn't even wait for Paganini's signature, and was ready to leave.

Tester looked at Chopin's anxious back, hesitated for a moment, and immediately followed.

When Chopin was about to enter the roadside carriage, he suddenly stopped him.

"Friedrich, wait a minute..."

Just as He Shen was about to get into the carriage, he was stopped by Titus behind him. He couldn't help but look at him and asked with a little doubt.

"What's wrong? I now have a new idea for my music, I want to go back and experiment!"

"I……"

Titus pursed his lips, and finally, he rushed towards He Shen, hugged him tightly, and whispered.

"I'm going to go back, back to Poland, back to our hometown."

"Since they are not destroyed, then I plan to go back, lead them, look for opportunities, and continue to resist!"

"This time, I will not flee, I will fight to the death for our people!"

"so……"

"I don't know if I'll ever see you again, if I can see you shine all over Europe!"

"I hope you can, I hope I can live to see you become the most powerful pianist of this generation among all people."

"And I, I will try my best to live and watch you reach that realm!"

"So, goodbye..."

"Chopin!"

After all, Titus let go of He Shen, gave him a difficult smile, and before He Shen could react, he directly got into another carriage and drove away quickly.

He Shen looked at his leaving back, didn't know what to say for a while, and finally just sighed and said slowly.

"Come on..."

"Together we will……"

"Live well."

He Shen shook his head, got into the carriage, and quickly returned to his room.

The family members should still be working outside, and I am the only one in the whole house!
He Shen didn't think much, and went directly to the edge of the piano and sat down.

Taking a deep breath, he put his hands on the piano, closed his eyes tightly, and recalled the feeling before.

The feeling I tasted in the church in the country!

After allowing his heart to feel the music thoroughly, He Shen opened his eyes.

Then, smash it down hard!
boom!
An extremely unwilling emotion slowly flowed out from the piano.

Holy, sad, bright, fugitive...

Opposite and different feelings are integrated in this work.

The skeleton He Shen gave him is the arpeggio!Let the arpeggio technique become the skeleton of this work!
Let every sound you play be filled with the player's emotion for music.

This is the first piece of my senior concert piano etudes!
He Shen doesn't know how many songs he may write, but he has already settled on the basic concept of this set of works!

That is an etude full of understanding of music!

He Shen is immersed in the music...

And time is also passing by quickly...

Soon, He Shen made a name for himself in Vienna.

He is no longer an ordinary, down and out musician.

But a pianist who takes the piano as his main development direction!

His understanding of the piano is almost at the highest level in Vienna. Except for those top bosses, there is no one else who has a stronger interpretation of music than him.

His reputation gradually spread as people flowed to all parts of the world.

Become a particularly famous pianist throughout Europe!

All the nobles and theaters in various places sent invitation letters to He Shen, inviting him to go to them for a tour.

He Shen agreed and started his European tour.

No one knows how much pain he has in his heart when he is touring around Europe.

Especially when he finished his performance in Vienna, went to Paris, and passed through Stuttgart. When he suddenly heard that the Warsaw Uprising failed, the painful feeling directly made He Shen write two etudes again to soothe his heart pain of.

"Test, I wrote some very special etudes, if you were here, I would definitely play them for you..."

"I just don't know when you will come back..."

And the concert etudes he composed gradually changed from one piece to two pieces, three pieces...

He is gradually filling all the gaps between Op25 and Op10, making his own collection of etudes thicker and thicker, with more and more works in it.

From five, to ten, to fifteen, to twenty...

All the way to 24 songs...

Every piece of work contains every effort of the performer when interpreting the work.

It's just that when He Shen was creating, he didn't have the impression of Op10 and Op25 at all. He just created according to his own ideas.

And when it was fully released, the publisher divided it into Op10 and Op25...

……

He Shen slowly opened his eyes and looked around, feeling a little confused for a while.

The surrounding environment is a world paved with orange-yellow walls, like a palace.

The bed he slept on was softer than the beds of all the earls, grand dukes and others he had seen before!

Except, the tube inserted in my hand...

This tube is injecting some unknown liquid into his body.

Looking at the tube, He Shen couldn't help feeling a little bit bored in his heart, and without thinking too much, he was about to get up and take it off.

However, just as He Shen got up, there was a door opening sound next to his ears, as well as several extremely strange yet familiar figures.

"Hey, hey, don't move, this is glucose saline, it's for your body to recover, don't throw it away!"

A man in white clothes suddenly walked towards He Shen, preventing He Shen from continuing to operate.

He Shen didn't look at the man in white clothes, but at the other four people. For some reason, he said slowly in his own mouth.

"Ji Mengting, the principal on Wednesday, are you going to be the first or the second?"

"you……"

He Shen frowned suddenly, and pinched the center of his brows hard, feeling a little confused for a while.

He Shen has no idea where he is now and what he has done.

No, He Shen doesn't even know who he is now...

How deep?

still is……

Frédéric François Chopin?
two years?

No, more than two years, more than two years...

Following Chopin's perspective, He Shen lived in the previous era for more than two years...

After a long time, he couldn't tell who he was for a while.

Ji Mengting was a little anxious, and was about to rush up to ask He Shen's situation, but was stopped by the nurse who just came in.

"The patient just woke up, just stand aside, don't disturb him!"

After all, the nurse walked to He Shen's side and quickly checked He Shen's basic conditions.

He Shen lay on his back on the bed, looked at the ceiling above his head, and said nothing for a while.

After the nurse finished all the checks, he asked slowly.

"Principal, how long have I been asleep?"

"It didn't take long, probably less than a day's sleep."

Scratching his bald head on Wednesday, his Mediterranean is completely bald, and there is no trace of the Mediterranean anymore.

Wednesday gave the nurse sister a tentative look, and after getting her consent, she sat on the bed beside her and said to He Shen.

"You were too hard before, you shouldn't be like this, who is like you?"

"Look at you, I don't even know what to say when I have no food to eat. Do you know how worried we are when I heard about you in Jiangzhou?"

"It's good for you, just lie down on the bed, as if you are gone..."

"Let me tell you this. Don't pay too much attention to the Chopin International Piano Competition. You can't win the Chopin International Piano Competition. Do you have other things? For example, the Elizabeth International Piano Competition will probably be in the next year."

"For example, the Van Cliburn International Piano Competition will be next year..."

"There are other competitions, why are you working so hard?"

"Even if you Chopin didn't pass this time, it doesn't matter! At worst, you can wait a little longer, it's okay! Don't be too strict with yourself!"

"..."

Zhou San was babbling in that place, He Shen looked at Zhou San, didn't speak, just listened.

He didn't speak until Wednesday said he was tired.

"I don't have time, I don't have enough time, what I have been practicing all these years is Chopin..."

"Chopin comes once every five years. I probably can't wait for the next five years. No, it should be said that I don't know if I have the energy to win the Chopin International Piano Competition until the next five years!"

"This year, I've been preparing for a long time, and I'm just short of the last point!"

"Professor Danyi, Professor Zhou Renguang, and others are all looking forward to me, looking forward to representing Huaguo and winning the Chopin International Piano Competition once again!"

"Besides them, there are many, many others!"

"So, I can only do this..."

"but……"

At this time, He Shen's eyes regained light, and he looked at the people around him.

Just now, he has gradually found his lost self, making Chopin's memories of the past two years his own.

He Shen smiled slightly at everyone.

"But now, I have begun to feel a little bit sure! Chopin's etude, I can almost pass it now."

"Although the pressure is still great, a large part of my pressure has been relieved! I no longer have the pressure of etudes!"

"So, the only difficulty I have left now is Chopin's Mazurka. As long as I break through the Mazurka, I will officially have the qualification to charge towards the champion!"

He Shen looked at everyone and nodded solemnly.

"So, please everyone, let me indulge again! I don't want to fail this time! I want to win the Chopin International Piano Competition!"

"Prove it!"

"I'm a real, pianist!"

(End of this chapter)