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Chapter 294 Demon King!

clang clang! ! !
clang clang! ! !
He Shen raised his hand, and then slammed it down extremely heavily!

The music, above the piano, sounded instantly!
A very hasty triad pressed down in octaves, and then the left hand smashed down the scale in octaves!

The moment the voice came out, the eyes of everyone around He Shen were firmly locked.

Especially Zhao Zitong!

She didn't know when, she secretly took out her mobile phone and pointed the camera at He Shen.

Capture everything about He Shen on the camera!
At this moment, He Shen didn't care about the expressions and emotions of everyone around him.

Even their thoughts!
He Shen was just playing.

He put his attention on this piece of work, writing this piece of work with extremely pure power, technique, and emotion!
This song is a work adapted by Showmanship Maniac!
He Shen fixed his eyes firmly on his wrist.

His wrist is very flexible.

It is as flexible as a universal wheel.

Strength controls the relaxation of the arm muscles so that the wrist does not become stiff.

Through inner control, He Shen relaxed his wrist and tapped the keyboard quickly with his body strength.

Strength, along the keys, slammed into the force transmission device at the back!

Then move from the force transmission device to the strings of the piano.

As the hammer hits the strings...

boom!
An incomparable, eye-catching resonance came out of the piano!
The whole air seemed to vibrate crazily with the sound of the piano!

boom!
boom!
The house is shaking!

The air is also trembling!
Zhao Zitong, Ji Mengting, and Wei Zijie, their gazes were also trembling!

They could even feel that their teeth were shaking with the pressing of He Shen's fingers! .

The whole house has been turned into a complete resonance box!
Everyone is a vibrating resonance body!

"This……"

The three of them looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

An indescribable shock appeared in their hearts.

At the same time, my heart seemed to be driven by the sound of the piano, and I became extremely nervous.

I completely forgot what I should say now, or even plan to say later.

I even forgot my understanding of music at that time.

At this moment, there was only shock left in their hearts.

Incomparably powerful shock!
This is just the beginning, just the beginning of a horseshoe rush!
heavy, anxious.

Let people's hearts, full of tension!

With the right hand, under the extremely expectant eyes of the three, pressed the main theme!
In the hearts of all of them, this work, the main theme of this art song called "Devil King" appeared in the hearts of all of them by coincidence!
The main theme full of artistic atmosphere!

The treble part of the right hand whimpers in the sky!
Bass part of the left hand, rushing through the night!

Who is running in the night and the wind at this time?

It was the father with his child!

He held the baby in his arms, and he held him close to keep him warm.

No teleprompter, no subtitles, nothing to help everyone understand.

But the moment He Shen played it.

Everyone understands!
They clearly felt everything sung in this piece of work!
It all comes together.

The left hand chanted the main theme like a song.

No one sang, but everyone seemed to hear someone singing there.

The left hand is the singing that serves as the narration!
The music is roaring!

Like a torrent, gallop!

The singing has not yet fallen, and the sound of horseshoes is coming again!
The rapid triplet, like a spell to urge death, followed closely behind the performer.

run, run!

start running!
run!
Wei Zijie's eyes widened suddenly!

He glanced at He Shen in front of him, and then at his hands.

His hands clenched unconsciously, then relaxed, clenched again, and relaxed again.

It seemed that this would relieve his stress.

gap!

The difference is too big!
Too big to pass!

He Shen didn't seem to have made any special preparations at all, he just picked it up and played it for him.

The sense of music in music filled his soul.

The demon king he thought he was originally, had completely collapsed before He Shen's demon king!
He Shen's interpretation of the Demon King has left a very deep imprint in front of him.

If he plays again, there will definitely be such a deep imprint in his performance!

This is He Shen's strength!

It's so powerful that... people can't help but take a deep breath, trying to get rid of this extremely powerful bondage!

but!

The music is howling!The melody is running!

He Shen didn't give anyone a chance to breathe. His left hand seemed to be sliding on the keys of the piano, while his right hand was slamming wildly!
boom!
boom!
The fingers seem to be getting faster and faster, and under the light above the head of the piano room, they seem to be completely invisible!
"My son, why hide your face?"

"Father, did you not see that Demon King?"

"My son, that's a cloud of smoke."

The conversation between father and son was very calm, so calm that it was scary.

Two voices, two timbres completely different from before.

We are talking to each other!
A dialogue between music!
Ji Mengting's eyes widened suddenly!

In this place, He Shen has control over music.

powerful!

too strong!
Although she knew that He Shen was very strong, she also knew that He Shen was number one in the world!

But at this moment, the beauty of music interpreted by He Shen in this place, the dialogue between music, the link between music and the contrast between timbres.

Everything is really too clear!
The anxiety and comfort of the father, the pain and groans of the son.

Both are displayed in front of everyone!
This is not considered a piano work at all.

This is completely an art song sung by three people!

and many more……

wrong!

Not three people!
Zhao Zitong, Ji Mengting, and Wei Zijie suddenly thought of something, and their eyes changed suddenly!

Among the music, it is not the music of three people!
But four people!
One more person!

one left……

Demon King!

At this moment, the whole piece suddenly became extremely gentle, and the right hand ran to the high-pitched area, singing softly.

"Come on, come with me, sweet boy!"

"I want to play fun games with you"

"There are many colorful flowers blooming by the sea."

"My mother still has many garments of gold thread."

This is, the whisper of the devil!

No, unimaginable!
run, run!

run! ! !
The devil's whisper, tender and tinged with terror.

The collision of inner emotions and superficial emotions in the music gives a strange sense of horror!

The duality of music has already been used extremely skillfully in He Shen's hands!
From Chopin's first piano ballad, his control over the duality of music is particularly outstanding.

The emotions shown on the surface of the music, but in the inner layer of the music, another emotion is shown.

It's clearly the sound of a weak playing, but the music is full of firmness.

It was obviously a strong voice, but the music was full of confusion.

All the logic of music can be found very clearly in the music.

And the same is true for the part of this devil king that belongs exclusively to the devil!
Zhao Zitong, Ji Mengting, and Wei Zijie, the three of them, are completely unable to control their expressions now.

In front of their eyes, it seemed that there was a cloud of fog.

There are endless temptations in the fog, tempting people to take a step forward.

All you need is one step away.

But this step may be the abyss!

In the music, the child moaned in pain, reaching out to hug his father.

The father held the child in his arms and looked anxiously at the lights in the distance.

"Dad, Dad, didn't you hear? The devil is making a promise to me softly!"

"Don't think, boy, it's the sound of wind blowing dead leaves."

No, that's not it, that's the Demon King!The real devil!

Although, Ji Mengting knows the plot, she has heard this work.

But when He Shen interpreted this level of music, Ji Mengting really couldn't help it!
Her emotions were completely driven by He Shen's performance, following the prospect of this plot.

She tried to reach out and stop the father.

But no matter how you touch it, it's just a phantom!
She had completely forgotten what the original was like.

Completely forgot how the context of the story is.

She doesn't care at all now!

Because of He Shen's interpretation in front of her, she felt a little distressed.

Not just the child's groans, but also the pain contained in the father's firm tone.

She has only one thing in her heart now, which is to let the child escape the palm of the devil.

Wei Zijie felt a little difficult to breathe, trying to pull the collar button on his neck to make himself breathe easier.

pity……

Music is more painful.

The voice of the devil appeared again, he was tempting the child!

"Wonderful child, would you like to come with me? My daughters will serve you very well, and they will dance round you! Dancing, singing, and rocking you to sleep."

"Father, do you see that the devil's daughter is standing in a dark corner!"

"No, my son, those are just some gray old poplar trees!"

No, trust your son, save your son, your son is dying!
hurry up!
"I love you, your beauty fascinates me, if you don't want to, I will use force!"

"Dad, Dad! He's come to catch me! I feel bad! The devil caught me in pain! Help me, Dad..."

This fast crawling of fingers is like flying on the piano.

It seems that just by swipe, the sound will bloom.

Everyone froze.

Obviously, I have heard it many times, and I am already very familiar with it, but why...

Why is it completely forgotten now, the original plot.

Still being aroused by the sound of He Shen's piano, he couldn't control himself at all.

Their fingers were clenched tightly, not daring to let go.

I was deeply afraid that the child would die if he let go.

Dangdangdang!

There was another rush of triplets, but it seemed to be a little different from before.

The situation is even more anxious!
Even more worrying!
more uncomfortable...

"The father was terrified and galloped quickly, holding the moaning child tightly in his arms. It was easy to get to his house."

At the beginning, the narration that appeared, at this moment, wakes up again.

However, the voice of this narration gradually weakened until it disappeared, which seemed to imply that something bad was about to happen...

Sure enough, He took a deep breath, moving his fingers on the keys, as if pulling everyone's heartstrings.

Then, a chord was pressed, the sound was not loud, but it seemed so heavy.

"The Child in His Arms"

"I have died..."

He Shen pursed his lips tightly, and after a brief pause, he smashed down with both hands vigorously.

The whole song, the end!
Whoa!
The air seemed to be still trembling.

Music seems to be still floating in the air.

Wei Zijie was dumbfounded.

Ji Mengting was dumbfounded.

Zhao Zitong, who was squatting in the corner taking pictures, was also stupid.

All of them looked at He Shen, not knowing what to say for a while.

Zhao Zitong and Ji Mengting are fine. He Shen has demonstrated to all the students recently.

Every time I was shocked, shocked and shocked, I got used to it.

Except for Wei Zijie...

There were signs of a breakdown in his brain.

His mind is now full of the interpretation of the music just now.

The whole person has no way to get out of the interpretation of the music!
The feeling of this interpretation is too strong.

The agility of the music is also too perfect.

Especially the conversations between everyone and everyone.

father with child.

The child and the devil.

The narrator and the crowd.

Between all the voices, there is a very fine line that connects them together.

It constitutes an extremely perfect sense of logical lines.

The feeling was so strong that it was hard for him to breathe.

The emotion of the music was so strong that he couldn't believe it.

The piece he plays is the same piece as He Shen's piece?
It also has ten fingers on both hands, and there is no one more than He Shen and one less.

Why, the gap between two people is so big?
Big enough to make Wei Zijie feel that he will not be able to catch up in a few lifetimes?
This feeling of music...

Wei Zijie looked at He Shen, couldn't help pursing his lips, and remained silent.

He didn't know what to say.

He felt his talent, how bad it was.

No, he didn't even feel like he had talent.

What kind of piano do you still learn?

If you give yourself a few years, can you catch up with He Shen?

Wei Zijie thought for a while, then slowly shook his head.

impossible.

There is no slightest possibility.

He Shen was about ten years older than him. Given ten years, he also felt that he might not be able to catch up with He Shen.

After all, the gap between the two is too big.

big enough to...

There is no way to catch up.

He Shen moved his hands off the piano, looked at Wei Zijie with his head bowed beside him, and said slowly.

"How is it? How much can you understand?"

"not much……"

Wei Zijie said honestly, he glanced at his hand, then at He Shen's hand, his eyes flicked back and forth, and then said with a hint of grievance.

"do not understand at all……"

"Let's try it first." He Shen was noncommittal, stood up and motioned to Wei Zijie.

Wei Zijie didn't think too much, and directly turned his body to face the piano again.

Looking at the black and white keyboard in front of me, I thought of He Shen's agility when he interpreted music before.

He was silent.

After an unknown period of time, his gaze slowly became alive.

Raise your hand and place it on the piano keyboard.

Pressed down very carefully.

Bang!
The wrist was agile, and the crisp sound of horseshoes sounded.

This sound of horseshoes is very different from the ones he played before.

However, it's still not enough!
The agility in this horse's hoof is a little more, and a little less heavy.

This isn't a gallop, and it's not an outing.

This is the way home with his dying child.

It's heavy!
Incomparably heavy, brisk with anxious hoofs.

Wei Zijie looked at the keyboard in front of him and kept experimenting.

He Shen didn't urge him, just stood there, watching him experiment over and over again.

Music, constantly changing.

From too flexible to too heavy.

Wei Zijie has been unable to grasp the point of that music.

In music, do the point that can explain his thoughts on music.

It is difficult to find this point, Wei Zijie keeps experimenting in music.

It took an unknown amount of time before he seemed to find that feeling.

Looking at the black and white keyboard in front of him, he felt a little strange.

He hesitated, raised his hand, controlled the strength of his wrist, and smashed it down hard.

boom!
The feeling of music, the feeling of belonging to the devil alone, immediately surged up!

Although talking about the follow-up, after about four or five bars, this feeling collapsed.

but……

Wei Zijie looked at his hand with shock in his eyes.

He couldn't imagine that he was the one who played the beginning of the feeling just now?

This feeling of music...

Wei Zijie glanced at He Shen, and the shock in his eyes deepened!
I just listened to a little bit of He Shen's course, and then...

He Shen didn't care about his feelings, he just touched his chin and narrowed his eyes slightly.

He Shen looked at Wei Zijie in front of him, and after thinking about the other students, he turned his head and said to Zhao Zitong.

"Wait and talk to Wednesday, just choose this person!"

"Then, say hello to those two people from the Huaguo Conservatory of Music, and ask if they want to go with me."

"If you want to, let them prepare in advance, and we will be ready to go in December."

He Shen quickly ordered things to Zhao Zitong, and Zhao Zitong nodded obediently, and quickly recorded what He Shen said in the notebook in front of him.

Please be extremely serious.

Wei Zijie's gaze became dull.

He looked at He Shen, and he hesitated for a while before he could react.

"Um, Teacher He Shen, what do you mean, have I passed?"

"Well, you passed."

He Shen nodded when he heard Wei Zijie's words, took out an original Urtext score of Beethoven from the side, and handed it to him.

"Here, take it and copy it. I want to see you practice four or five Beethoven sonatas before the end of November."

"Huh????" Wei Zijie's eyes widened suddenly, seeing He Shen's hoarse throat, he opened his mouth and asked in disbelief, "Four or five? Four or five movements?"

"No, the entire sonata, three to four movements each, two months!"

After all, He Shen got up, opened the door of the piano room, pointed to the door and said.

"Go to practice the piano, if I don't see you practicing such a work after a month, then it's a pity..."

"But if you have any problems while practicing the piano, you can come to me."

He Shen didn't say where the regret was, but Wei Zijie had already heard it.

If he couldn't practice at least four complete sets of sonatas within a month, then he wouldn't be able to continue taking lessons with He Shen.

If there is no way to continue the class with He Shen...

Thinking of this place, Wei Zijie's face turned green. He suddenly bowed to He Shen, then ran out of the piano room quickly, and ran towards the student's piano room.

His time is running out!
He Shen watched him leave without any change in expression. He also turned around and went back to his piano room, put the music score he took out earlier on the piano shelf, and continued to read it seriously.

Although He Shen has reached the point where he can silently write this piece of work.

He Shen can accurately write out the sound of the second measure of 370 in the first movement of the Pastoral Sonata.

Even the marks above can be marked.

However, he still needs to prepare.

Getting ready for December's...

European Concert Tour!
With any luck, he'll be there, releasing his first solo album.

towards...

The world's number one pianist is moving forward!
(End of this chapter)