world number one pianist

Chapter 239-Awakening
He Shen glanced at Zhao Zitong and Ji Mengting in front of him, looked at the music score in front of him, and was a little unclear about his thoughts.

Now according to his thinking, the best solution now is to continue practicing piano in this piano room and prepare for the next competition.

After the game is over, go to pay homage to Chopin's grave, or something else.

After all, there is not much time,

but now……

Now I can't find any way to move on.

Should I go to Chopin's former residence and Chopin's cathedral according to the ideas of the two of them?
See where Chopin was once buried.

After He Shen hesitated for a moment, he finally nodded.

"Row!"

"Eh? Is it okay? Then, teacher, why don't we clean up? What are we going to prepare..."

"No, just go directly, there is nothing to clean up."

After all, He Shen got up, looked at the music score in front of him, squinted his eyes and thought for a while, and finally reached out to pick up the music score in front of him, and put it in his bag.

Without any hesitation, she grabbed an ordinary small bag and walked outside.

Ji Mengting's eyes lit up, and she immediately gave Zhao Zitong behind her a look.

The two nodded in understanding, without saying anything, they followed He Shen's pace and walked outside.

Everyone followed the road and came to the road outside the piano room.

After waiting for a while, after waiting for the bus to turn on, I changed a few buses and came to Chopin's museum.

The place is huge with three floors.

If you count the basement floor, then there are four floors.

The first floor is the birthplace, the travels of the young Chopin, Warsaw, and the Chopin Salon.

The second floor is the Parisian Salon, the Women's Hall.

The third floor is the European Travel Hall, the Character Hall, and the Death Hall.

As for the basement...

The hall of Chopin as pianist, the hall of composer, and the hall of his imitators.

He Shen brought Zhao Zitong and the two to the concert hall, and soon found a ticket seller at the door.

Tickets are not particularly expensive.

He Shen fumbled in his pocket, and bought three tickets and two guide cards from the staff, and he could swipe the card to listen to the explanation in the room.

After He Shen reached out and handed the two guide machines and tickets to Zhao Zitong and Zhao Zitong, he ignored Zhao Zitong and walked directly into the house.

Everyone around is looking at everything on the wall with interest.

Looking at the portraits of Chopin, the portraits of Chopin's parents, the portraits of Chopin's brothers and sisters, the portraits of Chopin's teacher...

There are also some Chopin's personal belongings.

He Shen looked at these items, and his originally extremely anxious mood gradually calmed down.

In Chopin's memory, he has seen his parents, brothers and sisters.

So, looking at the portraits, and the sculptures.

Although it may not be the same as what he remembered, but at a cursory glance, it is still roughly [-]-[-]% similar.

And the only one or two points may be specially beautified by later generations to commemorate?

He Shen looked at these statues, but nothing touched him, so he didn't think much, and walked directly to the second floor.

On the second floor, just after entering, there is a hall called the Paris Salon.

Here is Chopin's life in Paris, mainly for Chopin's social life, and his life as a private piano teacher.

When He Shen just came in, when he was about to walk slowly along the tour route, his eyes were suddenly attracted by an object.

Instead of looking elsewhere, he looked towards the center of the room.

In the center of the room, there is a piano.

This piano is very, very familiar.

Pleyel piano.

He Shen had seen this piano in his memory before.

That one, my... no, Chopin's friend, the piano given to him.

The moment he saw the piano, He Shen was instantly confused. The words of that person in his previous memory immediately rang in his ears.

"Hey! Chopin, why are you still using this old antique? The rebound of this piano is so slow, you should have changed it long ago!"

"Come! All of us, give us the great pianist, Chopin's gift, today's surprise, serve it up!"

"Chopin, come and give it a try. How about this piano? Are you satisfied?"

"My friends, let us once again welcome our great pianist, Monsieur Chopin, to play his most beautiful piece, the Nocturne!"

"Chopin, you play very well. Sure enough, I gave you this piano, and it's not wrong!"

"Chopin!"

"Chopin?"

"Chopin..."

"..."

The figure in memory seems to still remain in front of He Shen.

He proudly slapped the piano in front of him, allowing Chopin to use the piano he was proud of, and interpret Chopin's most beautiful works in front of everyone.

And all of that sounds so beautiful.

Except... I was suddenly kicked out of my memory at the last and most critical stage.

He Shen looked at the piano in front of him with a complicated expression.

This piano must have gone through numerous adjustments.

Except for the outer casing, all the strings and inner cores have been redesigned and adjusted.

And all of this is like the ship of Theseus, is the piano that has changed everything, or the original piano?

He Shen doesn't know...

He looked at the piano that was firmly protected in front of him, and didn't know what to say for a while.

If he is a teacher in the Chopin Academy of Music in Warsaw, then he may make an advance appointment and apply to play this piano.

But he is just an ordinary contestant, even if the city is gradually filled with the heads of all their upcoming finalists, he is just an outsider.

And outsiders do not have any qualifications to touch other people's collections without authorization on their territory.

Seeing that He Shen was not in the right mood, Zhao Zitong immediately poked Ji Mengting and signaled her to come forward with his eyes.

Ji Mengting turned her head and glanced at Zhao Zitong, then at He Shen, and after looking back and forth several times, with an extremely hesitant expression, she walked carefully to He Shen's side, poked He Shen's back, and asked in a low voice .

"Well, Mr. He, what's the matter with you?"

"No... nothing."

He Shen shook his head, erasing the feeling of traveling through history from his heart, pointed to the piano in front of him, smiled lightly at Ji Mengting, and said casually.

"This piano, do you know who gave it to Chopin?"

"Uh...what does it seem to be called Ignaz Player?" Ji Mengting sneaked a glance at the profile on the side.

Zhao Zitong stomped his feet resentfully, wishing he could do it for Ji Mengting.

How good it is to pretend to be stupid and sweet at this time, now it is obvious that Teacher He wants to confide, why can't she let He Shen confide properly?
He Shen hugged his hands, and didn't notice Zhao Zitong's small movements. He just looked at the piano in front of him and said slowly.

"Yes, Ignaz Player, he is a great businessman and a great composer."

"His works are great and well-known at the time, but they don't conform to the current mainstream aesthetics, so few people care about him."

"This piano was given to Chopin by Pleyel at a salon in Paris, because he felt that Chopin's piano was particularly worn out, so he wanted to exchange a new piano for Chopin, and then there was This one now."

"This piano sent by Pleyel has also been treasured by Chopin and used until his death."

"And when this piano was delivered, Chopin was also here and wrote his nocturne, a very famous nocturne, the one I told you about at the lecture. "

"Is it courtship, or the song of love!"

Ji Mengting nodded her head thoughtfully, she felt that she had a little impression.

But the impression is not particularly deep.

He Shen didn't care whether Ji Mengting understood or not, he just looked at the piano in front of him, showed a trace of nostalgia, and shook his head.

"Sure enough, time will eventually smooth everything out."

"Including... I used to think that it represented eternity and perfection, the piano..."

He Shen turned his head and walked towards other places.

Here, in the showroom of Chopin's Paris Salon, everything around it can evoke deep memories.

Many, many works of He Shen were perfected at this time.

For example, waltzes, polonaises, nocturnes, etc...

Many, many works are presented in this place.

He Shen looked at this place, and his emotions were gradually brought back to the time when he was studying with Chopin.

And... in Chopin's memory, when he kept searching for the truth of music.

Except, of course, the Women's Hall.

He Shen didn't feel deeply in the two halls inside and outside on the second floor.

Because those two halls are all Chopin's women.

His present, his sister, and his object.

These people are all placed here, and He Shen pays less attention to these people in Chopin's memory.

Therefore, He Shen just glanced at it and went to the third floor.

The third floor is Chopin's travels in various European countries.

His character, and death.

He Shen stood in front of the death hall, looking at Chopin's dried flowers before his death, a hair wrapped in paper, and a copy of Chopin's mask after death.

After thinking for a long time, he finally just sighed. .

Here before, He Shen may still have a little bit of it, brought into Chopin's emotions, and felt what Chopin might be thinking at that time.

but now……

He felt himself becoming Chopin.

He was watching himself, as a very dispassionate spectator, watching his own travels in various countries, and then as time passed, he died.

Buried in the ground by the people.

The model of his face was engraved by everyone, and it was placed smoothly on the glass counter in front of him.

He Shen looked at Chopin's face model with his eyes closed tightly in front of him, feeling as if he was looking at himself.

This kind of inexplicable feeling gradually came to He Shen's heart, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

Chopin's birth, Chopin's life in Poland, Chopin's wandering around Europe, Chopin in Vienna, Chopin in Paris...

He Shen, all impressions of Chopin, except that Chopin was not much when he was just born.

Everything else, He Shen is gradually strung together.

Chopin is no longer a fragmented memory, no longer a memory that only provides him with the direction of interpretation.

but a...

alive……

people!
He Shen looked at Chopin's figure slowly dissipating in front of him, and rubbed his head with a little bit of pain.

He doesn't know what to do now, should he continue to dig deep into everything about Chopin?Or……

Just look at it again?

Chopin's memory, which He Shen kept in the depths of his memory and did not pay attention to as much as possible, is slowly recovering.

He Shen was in Chopin's memory for two years before, and he almost couldn't find the feeling when he existed, and it slowly emerged again.

At the same time, what is still loose, there is even a little bit, what should be there when interpreting Chopin's First Piano Concerto.

These two emotions converged on He Shen's body, which made He Shen not know what to do for a while.

"Old He...cough cough, He Shen! What's wrong with you? Isn't this place looking good? Or are you a little uncomfortable?"

Zhao Zitong suddenly realized that something was wrong with He Shen again. She no longer cared whether she was He Shen's disciple or whether she had nothing to do with He Shen. Holding his hand, he said with great concern.

"He Shen! I felt that something was wrong with you before. What happened to you today? Did something happen? If Chopin's music puts so much pressure on you, why don't we go to another place, we won't watch Chopin anymore, Warsaw There are still some other fun places! For example..."

"No! It's okay"

He Shen got up, his gaze gradually became extremely appreciative, he stretched out his hand to reject Zhao Zitong, pushed Zhao Zitong away, stood up and looked at Chopin's body in front of him, and said lightly.

"I just found my way!"

"I found a way to Chopin Lv.EX!"

"It's just that this road is still a little short..."

"I just interpreted it according to Chopin's thoughts at that time, without thinking about Chopin as a whole!"

"therefore……"

He Shen turned his head without any hesitation and walked outside.

Zhao Zitong and Ji Mengting looked at each other, and immediately followed behind He Shen without thinking too much.

He Shen walked out of the Chopin Memorial Hall, not caring that he was walking towards him, and just planned to come over to see Chopin's Aimi Kobayashi and Kyohei Soda.

He walked directly past the crowd, reached out to hail a taxi, and opened the door.

Without any hesitation, Zhao Zitong and Ji Mengting directly opened the doors on both sides and followed He Shen to sit up.

The taxi driver looked at the girls on the left and right of He Shen, pursed his lips, and asked casually in Polish.

"Hey bro, where are you going?"

"Zelazova Wola! Chopin's house!"

He Shen also spoke to the parking driver in extremely pure Polish, with extremely serious eyes.

"Hurry up, the sooner the better!"

"Hey, shouldn't you slow down? But forget it, who made you the boss, then do as you said!"

Although the taxi driver looked at the three people in the back seat and wanted to say something nasty.

But looking at He Shen's extremely serious and deep eyes, and his Polish language like a local, he finally decided to shut up and drove the car to Zelazowa Wo, 50 kilometers away from downtown Warsaw. pull.

Here is the birthplace of Chopin, the village where he lived.

Although it was rebuilt after a certain war, it still retains its original style.

Chopin was born here in 1810 and then moved to Warsaw.

However, he still returns to this place every year to hold concerts under the linden tree in the middle of the garden.

When the car stopped, Zhao Zitong immediately stepped aside, and He Shen quickly walked towards Chopin's former residence.

Here is the place where Chopin was born and lived.

He Shen looked at the reconstructed garden, especially the location of the music salon, and couldn't help but feel a little bit of exploration in his eyes.

Here, he has such a slight sense of familiarity, and in the memory of Chopin's First Piano Concerto, it seems that the picture of this place occasionally flashes across.

When Chopin was young, he performed a concert under the central linden tree and interpreted music to the crowd.

He Shen closed his eyes and felt the wind around him. There seemed to be faint music in the wind.

Just like the sound of music more than 200 years ago...

In He Shen's heart, the shadow of Chopin became more concrete and denser.

Chopin's whole, has come out!
It's just a little bit away!

The last...death!
He Shen turned his head abruptly and returned to the driver who hadn't left yet.

Zhao Zitong and Ji Mengting, because of He Shen's sudden departure, were still arguing with the driver, discussing the price of the taxi.

Unexpectedly, He Shen suddenly came over at this time, and he couldn't help being taken aback, then pointed at the taxi driver in front of him, and said to He Shen aggrieved.

"Teacher, he..."

"Go to the Holy Cross Cathedral!" He Shen directly interrupted the conversation between the driver and Zhao Zitong and Ji Mengting, and said to the driver.

The taxi driver had a headache, slapped the window frame hard, and shouted: "Hey, brother? Are you kidding? I didn't say that you didn't pay when you came here! A full 185 zlotys, you... ..."

"Go to the Church of the Holy Cross, the one on Krakow Suburb Street!"

He Shen looked at the taxi driver in front of him, his tone was extremely flat, but he didn't give him any chance to refuse, then he rummaged through his pocket, found 400 zlotys, and handed it to the taxi driver in front of him.

"I need it ASAP!"

The taxi driver glanced at the 400 zloty in front of him, then at He Shen, opened his mouth, and finally shook his head.

He went from here to the Holy Cross Cathedral, which took about an hour, and then the distance was about the same as when he came, and it was also more than 50 kilometers, maybe a little bit more, but not much more.

The 400 zloty He Shen gave him can only be said to be a tip, but not fully.

But that's it, anyway, it's not an empty car to go back.

The taxi driver let his anger gradually calm down, took all the 400 zlotys in front of him, nodded, and nodded slightly at He Shen, also in a bad mood.

"Okay buddy, get in the car and do as you say"

"But let's go back quickly, it's almost dark, and we still have a lot of work to do on the way!"

"Really, you two girlfriends, why don't you understand a little Polish, I was still explaining to them for a long time!"

"But... are you really visiting Chopin's ruins? Why do you feel like you're just looking at flowers?"

He Shen didn't answer him, but just closed his eyes, trying to calm down his state of mind, so that the image of Chopin that he had finally sketched in his heart gradually deepened.

Let Chopin become more and more vivid in his own memory.

Only the last bit is left to fully build, a complete Chopin!

The taxi driver saw that He Shen was silent, and that Zhao Zitong and Ji Mengting didn't understand Polish, so he felt bored for a while, so he couldn't help but shook his head, focused his attention on driving, and took the two of them back to the airport again. Arrived downtown.

Came to that one, especially near the famous Holy Cross Basilica.

After He Shen waited for the car to stop, he immediately got out of the car.

At this moment, because of the long delay in that small town, the time has become very late.

The sky filled with dim yellow sunlight even turned slightly red.

He Shen looked at the very simple church without any extra decorations in front of him. He kept stopping his steps and stood at the door.

There are many flowers around, and countless flowers are placed at the door to commemorate Chopin.

Looking at everything around him, He Shen couldn't help but took a deep breath, put his hand on the extremely tall and heavy door in front of him, and slowly pushed it away.

The dim setting sun immediately shone into the interior of the church.

It shined on an old woman with extremely thick and fluffy, gray-white hair.

Marta Argerich!

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