world number one pianist

Chapter 293 Demon King?

For Jiangzhou Conservatory of Music, there are many strong students in this class, especially many.

From among a group of strong men, Wei Zijie had to spend a lot of effort to stand out from these people.

As a person from another state, he had to work very hard to defeat so many people from Jiangzhou!

Now, after going through untold hardships, he finally has the opportunity to stand in front of He Shen and play to He Shen.

Listen to his work!
He looked at He Shen in front of him, especially He Shen's face who seemed not much older than him.

Now is the best time for him to soar into the sky!

He Shen was able to give lessons so well to the director of the piano department of Jiangzhou Conservatory of Music before.

He even helped Director Zhao directly break through a level!
So, is it possible for Mr. He Shen to teach himself a lesson?
Let yourself reach the level of Mr. Zhao before?
Then, will I be the strongest one in the whole school except for He Shen?
Stronger than those teachers?
Wei Zijie thought about it, the corners of his mouth could not help but split, and his saliva was about to flow down.

After all, you have to know who this person in front of you is!
How deep is this man!
Huaguo's top pianist, Huaguo's very powerful piano educator!

How deep!

This kind of top boss actually appeared in front of him alive, and even taught him how to play the piano!
The boss who is still alive, can move, can talk and walk, come and teach me how to play the piano!
This kind of treatment, Wei Zijie dare not think so in his dreams.

He looked at He Shen, and the corners of his mouth grew wider and wider.

He Shen looked at the dazed student in front of him inexplicably, and frowned.

"what are you waiting for?"

"Ah?" Hearing He Shen's voice, Wei Zijie immediately woke up from his dream, wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and said in embarrassment. "Oh, sorry teacher, I just..."

He Shen looked at Wei Zijie, narrowing his eyes slightly.

He didn't criticize Wei Zijie too much, he just waved his hand, pointed at Wei Zijie and pointed at the piano in front of him, and said, "Come on, let me see how much you understand music."

"Okay, okay, no problem teacher!"

When Wei Zijie heard that He Shen was not angry, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, walked to the piano, and sat down.

Putting his fingers on the piano keyboard, he took a deep breath.

After letting his emotions gradually enter the music, he moved!
Wei Zijie exerted force on his wrist and slowly vibrated the keys.

dong dong dong...

dong dong dong...

dong dong dong...

The sound of the piano is very clear, full of rhythm, unfolding in this piano room like a horseshoe.

This work is called Demon King!

It's not Schubert's Demon King, but Liszt's adaptation of the Demon King!

Liszt, who is an adaptation maniac, plus a showmanship maniac!

Liszt did not just adapt a piece of work, but added it endlessly!
Make it more gorgeous!

The sound effect of combining the piano and vocal music into one is changed to the sound effect of the piano alone.

Simply put...

Use one piano to play the effect of two people, the piano and the vocal!

Therefore, this work is very difficult!
The difficulty is not that the notes are difficult to recognize, or that the emotion of this work is difficult to express.

But Octave!

This work is full of octaves!
The continuous octave in the left hand symbolizes the sound of horseshoes in music.

As for the right hand, it replaced the human voice and part of the harmony accompaniment!
Therefore, the difficulty of this work is very high!

The fingers need to be able to move freely, otherwise, the wrist will freeze before half of the work is played, and there is no way to continue playing.

You might even get injured from being too stiff!
Under this extremely difficult technique, coupled with the overall mood of the music is very good, it is also very enjoyable!
Therefore, this piece is very suitable for performance, as well as performance.

Especially on more important occasions.

For example...

just now!

Wei Zijie looked at the keyboard in front of him very seriously, and his whole spirit was put on the music.

Let yourself become incomparably concentrated.

The music is in his hands, as much as possible to ensure a continuous flow without stagnation.

And the sense of flow of the music gives this work a stronger impact!

Music, very beautiful!

And Wei Zijie is also worthy of his title of No. [-] in other states!
only……

Wei Zijie flicked and flicked, and suddenly found a problem!
He Shen didn't say anything.

Zhao Zitong and Ji Mengting stood aside and gave each other a look, but also said nothing.

The atmosphere is a little bit depressing.

Depressed to make people feel a little flustered.

And this depression was soon passed into Wei Zijie's hands!

His heart was starting to get a little messy...

Feeling the emotions of those around you is not a very difficult thing!
As long as it's a musician...

No!Anyone who has a feeling for music can feel it!

Whether you are a student, a musician, or a pianist!
These people they have one very common characteristic.

That is to have a very strong sensory acceptance ability for everything around you.

They can easily guess what the people around them are thinking.

Through music, and emotions!
Especially when on stage!
Did the audience put their emotions on top of their own music, and received the emotions they conveyed to them?

Did the judges around pay attention to themselves, did they feel their understanding of January?
Did the band on the stage follow their own steps in an extremely harmonious posture?
These emotions, the musicians on stage, can actually be felt very clearly.

The same is true for Wei Zijie!

But what he felt was not negativity...

Instead no feedback!
No feedback!
He was vigorously interpreting the song Liszt's Demon King in his hands, but for some reason, the strength was slightly reduced.

His complexion gradually changed a little bit.

He has no way to get in touch with emotions!

He has no way to touch the emotions given to him by the people around him!

He has no way of feeling all the emotions.

He just felt that he had punched the open space.

Everything, everything is empty.

There is no response.

All my emotions are for myself to see, no one can receive his response!
If it's just He Shen, he's actually fine and can accept it.

After all, He Shen has listened to many, many works, and his understanding and interpretation of music is definitely above his own!
but why……

Wei Zijie glanced at the two girls beside He Shen from the corner of his eye.

The two girls sitting on the sofa.

Zhao Zitong, and Ji Mengting!
Wei Zijie had heard before that He Shen had two female students, both of whom were graduate students in the school, and both served as lecturer assistants, assisting in teaching in the school.

Lecturer assistants, graduate students, are actually not much older than him.

After all, he can be regarded as a relatively good student. He plays so hard, but he can't even attract these two people who are not much older than him?

Even the slightest change in their mood was impossible.

Is it really that bad to play it yourself?

The strength in Wei Zijie's hands is gradually decreasing, and getting weaker and weaker.

His interpretation of music, from endless catharsis, to one, is in an extremely tangled state.

I want to release myself a little more and make my emotions and thoughts more abundant.

But I am still in that kind of fear that I will be too full and cause mistakes in music performance.

In addition, the surroundings are like a black box, without any trace of emotion conveyed.

Let Wei Zijie's state of mind collapse slightly.

But okay...

As a student who has taken many school exams and started performing since he was a child, his music didn't just stop in the middle.

He still worked hard to finish this piece.

only……

When Wei Zijie put his hand down, his expression became very bad.

He felt that everything he played at the end was very bad.

The subsequent emotions were immediately messed up.

Afterwards, the mood was messed up, even if there was no problem with his subsequent notes, then his playing was definitely not excellent!

Thinking of this place, Wei Zijie lowered his head even more, he didn't even look at He Shen.

And He Shen just glanced at Wei Zijie, then turned to look at Ji Mengting behind him, and said slowly.

"Ji Mengting, do you think that he is very similar to you?"

"Huh? What?" Ji Mengting was puzzled.

"Entrance exam." He Shen reminded.

When Ji Mengting heard He Shen's reminder suddenly, she couldn't help but tilt her head. After raising her head and thinking for a while, she suddenly remembered something.

Her face turned red in an instant, and she whispered a little embarrassedly for a while: "Yes...a little bit..."

"Well, it seems that you have thought of it too." He Shen looked at Ji Mengting, then at Wei Zijie who bowed his head in front of him, and shook his head involuntarily, not knowing what to say.

He really didn't think about why the current students' mental endurance is so poor.

Four years ago, Ji Mengting probably stood on the stage like this, following her to learn the piano, but when she was halfway through playing, she couldn't feel her own feedback, so she also collapsed.

And what about Wei Zijie in front of him?

So is he!
Halfway through the bombing, without feeling the feedback from the outside world, it began to crash.

But Wei Zijie was better than Ji Mengting, after all, he had finished playing, but Ji Mengting was still a little bit worse at that time.

These two...

It's really a bit like...

He Shen sighed slightly nostalgic, stretched out his hand, tapped Wei Zijie lightly, and said casually.

"Just like your senior sister Ji Mengting four years ago, your heart is also in a mess."

"I have never really understood why you would start to doubt yourself and then fall into a breakdown once you didn't get feedback on such an occasion?"

"Why exactly?"

He Shen looked at the two of them and couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

When both of them were a little scared and didn't know what to say, He Shen suddenly spoke slowly.

"I don't know if I haven't told you. When I was in Europe, I used to be a private piano accompaniment for someone's wedding."

"It was at a boss's wedding, playing the piano for the two of them!"

"No, it shouldn't be called the boss. The boss is actually a lawyer, the director of the largest law firm in Germany. His wife is a surgeon who opened a private clinic and serves as a family doctor."

"At that time, the bride was relatively familiar with me, because my personal insurance was placed with her, and I often went to her for regular medical examinations."

"Because of familiarity, she invited me to accompany her, and I did not refuse."

"She asked me to play Chopin's Ballade No. [-] for her at her wedding, which is a very sad piece."

"This work is her favorite, she likes this work very much, her musical enlightenment, she wants everyone to feel the beauty of music!"

"And I am the one who plays Chopin the best!"

"I don't know why she wanted to play a tragedy at her wedding, but I played it anyway."

He Shen talked about this place, looked at the students around him who were listening to his story seriously, thought for a while, and didn't continue talking, but turned around and put his hand on the piano.

Press down slowly.

hum...

The sound of the piano sounded in an instant, and the sweetness tinged with sadness instantly filled everyone's ears.

Listening to He Shen's performance, Zhao Zitong, Ji Mengting, and Wei Zijie instantly understood why this girl likes to listen to Chopin's Ballade No. [-].

Although this is a tragedy, it sounds really good.

However, it is obvious that those who do not understand the connotation of this piece of work may really have no way of knowing what is behind this piece of work.

This is probably why the bride likes this piece of music.

He Shen interpreted the music in his hands until fusion was about to happen. When the music was at its climax, he slowly raised his hands and did not continue to play, but continued to talk to everyone.

"I played it at the time, but the feeling I played at the time was very bad!"

"How bad is it?"

"It's that, very awkward feeling!"

"The people around are all elites from Europe, so their wedding is not a wedding at all!"

"They hold wine glasses in their hands, and everyone is developing their own circle of friends, to see if there is an opportunity to broaden their network and form a cooperative relationship with some people."

"These people don't have music in their hearts at all, and they don't care about a pianist who is an accompanist in the corner."

"That is to say, at that time, in the whole of Germany and in the whole of Europe, I was still a little famous..."

"Of all the people at the time, no one cared who I was."

"What I feel in the concert, there is no emotion about the music, only the thoughts in everyone's heart."

"What they think about in their hearts is communication, communication, and business!"

"And at that time, in their hearts, I was just a foil?"

"They don't really care what pieces I play."

"When I play music, I can feel their thoughts, because my emotions are not conveyed to them, but their emotions are transmitted to me."

"Even while I'm playing, I can notice who that person wants to be with that person, who his steps are going to!"

"Until the end of my performance, no one responded except for the bride's silly applause."

"I don't feel anything about it."

When He Shen said this place, he didn't know what he thought of, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, he turned his head to look at Wei Zijie and Ji Mengting, and said.

"Do you think... what I did was correct?"

"Huh?" Ji Mengting and Wei Zijie were both stunned at the same time.

They were still listening to the story, so why did they ask him if his behavior was right?
What is this behavior?
Observing other people's behavior?

Or do you speculate on other people's thoughts in private?

The two glanced at each other, not quite sure what He Shen meant.

Seeing that Ji Mengting was silent, Wei Zijie asked tentatively.

"Is this behavior...wrong?"

"Yes, this behavior is wrong."

He Shen turned to face the piano again, put his hand on the piano, and said slowly.

"I am a pianist. When I interpret music, I must interpret music wholeheartedly!"

"I shouldn't care about the people around me, what they think!"

"Their ideas are of no use to me!"

"They follow my thoughts, this can help me..."

"but!"

"Who can guarantee that every interpretation of music, these audiences can follow your ideas?"

"A pianist, when interpreting the piano, is always alone!"

"The only thing they should carry in their hearts is music!"

"Also... there can only be music!"

After He Shen finished speaking, he glanced at Wei Zijie next to him with his perspective, and spoke very seriously.

"But since you have been selected by Wednesday and played in front of me once, then I will briefly tell you about Liszt's Demon King."

"As we all know, this is a narrative poem from Goethe."

"The main story is that the father is galloping through the forest with his seriously ill son. The devil seduces the child. After the child screams, he dies in his father's arms before reaching home!"

"This is a story full of drama, and the overall mood must not be too calm! This is the first point!"

"Secondly, in this ballad, there are a total of four people standing in it, appearing as the main characters!"

"As the narrator of this story, his personal image is neutral and calm."

"As a father with children, his image is anxious and authoritative!"

"As a child who is about to die, his image is fear, fear..."

"As for the last Demon King!"

"Cunning, weird, vicious, vicious, all these negative words can be used to describe the devil in front of me!"

"Four different emotions, four different tones, together make up this piece of work!"

"This piece by Liszt is an adaptation of Schubert's piece, so when the right hand is the main part of the performance, we need to pay more attention to this point!"

"And the left hand is responsible for constructing the mood, background, and stage of the entire picture!"

"The sound of hooves, the whimpering in the forest, the hazy feeling of smoke!"

"Everything, all of them come together to interpret this work that appears in everyone's eyes!"

"Liszt adapted from Schubert's Art Song, The Devil!"

"Work Number: S558"

Before He Shen could finish his sentence, his gaze suddenly focused, his finger was raised, and then dropped suddenly.

boom!
The sound of the piano suddenly resounded in this not-so-large piano room!

(End of this chapter)