world number one pianist

Chapter 341 "I"

He Shen stood behind Zhao Zitong, stopped, looked at Zhao Zitong on the stage, and said nothing.

He Shen didn't continue to say anything to Zhao Zitong and Ji Mengting, but walked directly behind them and asked them to continue to think for themselves.

Think about it, what their music is.

He Shen can only click on these things a little bit, and can't do anything else.

He Shen also told them the direction they should think about.

Life, my own life.

What kind of life do you live.

To think about your own life, and then play your own music.

This is He Shen's inspiration to the two of them.

Zhao Zitong seemed to have found a little bit of that feeling.

She looked at the piano in front of her and couldn't help being silent.

This piano is not a good piano, and even the pitch is a little bit inaccurate.

Looking at the piano in front of him, Zhao Zitong began to think seriously, thinking about many, many strange things.

Countless thoughts flashed through her mind.

Finally, she raised her hand and placed it on the keyboard of the piano again.

Then, press a tone slowly.

This is a very ordinary sound, without any extra timbre, just put it there and press it slowly.

There is neither what was expressed before nor what is intended to be expressed later.

Just hit a note, nothing else.

The sound disappeared, and Zhao Zitong raised his hand hesitantly.

But soon, Zhao Zitong pressed his hand again.

This time, the sound she wanted to express changed a little bit.

This little change showed a particularly strange feeling.

It is obviously the same sound, but at this time, there is a big gap in what is expressed in the music.

The music is incomparably translucent, incomparably pure, and incomparably pure. After people watch it, they simply cannot accept the slightest trace of stains in it.

tone, disappears...

Zhao Zitong raised her hand and pressed it down again.

This is the third time, still the same sound.

But this time, there is a very significant difference in the timbre shown by Zhao Zitong at this moment.

In the music, what Zhao Zitong expressed was silence and sadness.

This trace of silence and sadness completely enveloped everything that this tone wanted to express.

People around looked at Zhao Zitong, not quite sure what she was doing.

But Zhao Zitong knew very well what he was doing.

I am making my own music.

Only own, music!
The sound, the end, is the beginning of some fragments.

Music, begins to appear.

She kept playing some pieces of music, but she didn't play it completely, just a little bit of it.

Incorporate these fragments into your own music.

For example, if she wants to express a little bit of love, then she will bring someone into it, let herself think about this person, and then express a little bit of love.

Or, if she thinks about some tragedies and pains, she will bring the endless tragedies and pains of her own departure together into it.

As more and more music was brought into her life by Zhao Zitong, she became more and more aware of what He Shen meant before.

What does it mean to bring in music emotions?
Music... In my own life, what kind of emotions do I want to express.

How should I interpret these things?

How should I express myself?

Express everything about yourself, and express it for everyone to hear and see.

Zhao Zitong closed her eyes and let her emotions replace the emotions in the music.

Let your own understanding of music be brought into the understanding of music.

Let your own life into the life of music.

After all this was completely brought in, Zhao Zitong felt as if he had found something

I found a little bit, the feeling of my own music.

She feels that her own music should look like this?
This kind of life with endless and rich experience?

Zhao Zitong's eyes gradually lit up, and she suddenly thought of a conversation she had with the teacher before.

I asked He Shen, who is Alice in He Shen's music.

He Shen said to her, Alice doesn't have any appearance, Alice is just Alice, just a representative of love.

Anyone can be Alice, and anyone can't be Alice.

Everything can be replaced, everything can be replaced!
What she heard was a little vague at the time, and she didn't know what kind of emotion the teacher wanted to express to her.

To her, these things seemed a little bit esoteric, and she didn't understand the emotions expressed in the music at all.

but now……

Does she seem to understand a little bit?

She seemed to understand something, what she wanted to express.

Alice, really is not a person who can be absolutely specific!
Alice, just Alice.

Just a name without any meaning.

For me, He Shen can be Alice, Ji Mengting can be Alice, anyone can be Alice.

However, anyone may not be Alice.

It all depends on how you interpret this work.

So, what does this work represent in Beethoven's life.

The things he wants to interpret in these musics, what kind of image does he have in the music he thinks about.

Then, if this image is put into my own music, what can it represent?
Does it represent music, life, or teachers and students?

or something else...

Zhao Zitong closed her eyes and began to think non-stop, thinking about what music could represent in her life journey.

As she thought about more and more things, her understanding of music became more and more profound.

What is your own music?
own music...

It's pure, selfish, and... straightforward!
Zhao Zitong's eyes lit up suddenly, as if she understood the meaning of music to herself.

She probably understood why she wanted to play the piano, why she asked to play music!
In fact, many times before the music was not played for herself.

At first, she played the piano for her father, then for her mother, and then He Shen?
He Shen said that music should belong to her, so what should she express now?
The answer should be obvious...

Playing music should be playing music for yourself!
Her eyes lit up involuntarily, looking at everything around her, her mood was extremely surging.

If your music is what you think it is, then...

She raised her hand, then slammed it down.

Music, her favorite music!
Beethoven, Pathos.

This is a sonata, a sonata with a very strong emotion.

She is interpreting all her thoughts about this sonata.

She was thinking about her understanding of music.

She finally understood what music is!

He Shen looked at Zhao Zitong in front of him and watched her performance, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raised, he shook his head, turned and left without making a sound.

Zhao Zitong didn't notice He Shen behind her at all. She was immersed in her music without saying a word.

Music, flowing in her hands, quickly thought about rushing around.

The emotions brought by the music are more enthusiastic than before.

Finally, the final cadence was over, and she waved her hand violently, causing her small chest to rise and fall.

Sweat dripped from her head, soaking her face.

She stood up abruptly, looked behind herself, and looked at the position where He Shen was standing. The smile on the corner of her mouth could not be filled, her eyes were extremely excited, and she shouted loudly.

"He Shen! I seem to understand, I probably understand what my music means!"

"Music, in fact, is life, it is our thoughts on our own life, and it is our portrayal of our own life!"

"Everything in music is everything we have experienced, and then we put the plum blossoms in front of everyone, and what we show."

"All of this... I feel like I can probably understand what my music is!"

"How deep!"

"How deep?"

She turned her head to look behind her, but...

There is no deep shadow behind her.

She looked around blankly, everyone around was malfunctioning, but among them...

Not too deep.

She took two steps back, looking at everything around her, her brain was a little dazed, not quite sure what happened.

When He Shen left, Ji Mengting saw He Shen's back, so she had a little bit of anticipation.

Therefore, she smiled and said, "Zi Tong, can you teach me?"

"Huh? Oh oh oh..."

Zhao Zitong was stunned for a moment, then walked obediently to Ji Mengting's side, waiting for her performance.

Although Ji Mengting has a little idea, but there is no definite direction yet.

She also started to play in the same way, interpreting her ideas according to He Shen's ideas.

……

At this moment, He Shen had already left, he walked to other places, returned to his hotel, and began to pack his luggage.

He didn't have much luggage, and there wasn't much in the house.

dong dong...

The door of the house was knocked suddenly, He Shen opened the door, but there was no one at the door.

When I lowered my head, I found the song and poem under my head.

Qu Shi waved her hand at He Shen, and said, "Hey, why did you suddenly tell Zhou San that you want to leave? He specially patted me, and several other teachers came to help."

"It's nothing, take care of Zhao Zitong and Ji Mengting."

He Shen shook his head, picked up his luggage, and walked to the door.

There is no need for him in this place, and Zhao Zitong completely understood his thoughts on music all at once. Since this is the case, he might as well go home directly.

Let them play freely and show their own music.

Now the time has come, the time has come for them to play freely.

Blindly holding them in his hands, mergers and acquisitions will not allow Tang and the others to continue to grow.

It just makes them become more afraid under their own buttocks, and dare not think about developing elsewhere.

He can only show his prestige to those who have no shelter under his own protection.

He Shen didn't want Zhao Zitong and Ji Mengting to get used to these things.

Qu Shi looked at He Shen's back with question marks all over her head, but she didn't say anything.

No one can change what He Shen decides.

So, she just came here to ask He Shen's specific thoughts.

It would be best if He Shen could explain.

If you can't explain it...

It doesn't matter.

He Shen took his luggage and walked to the station in Hamamatsu, then prepared to board the train and headed towards Tokyo.

He is ready to go home.

Practicing in this place, he always felt that he was still a little bit behind, and he didn't have that kind of strength.

So, he's going to go back and keep thinking about music.

Go back to your own room.

On my own piano, thinking about music.

He Shen looked at Hamamatsu City in front of him, looked at Zhao Zitong and Ji Mengting, who were out of sight, with a trace of relaxation in his eyes.

"Hope, the two of you can play the music you want, right?"

"The things behind... there is not much to teach."

"The next most important thing is to communicate with other pianists and exchange their own experiences."

"It's a pity that you haven't reached this level yet, you don't have anything of your own yet."

"After you have your own things and make sure that the music you think about will not be taken away by others, let's talk about the following content."

"After all, music is extremely personal."

He Shen shook his head, turned around and boarded the car, preparing to leave Dongying and return to Jiangzhou.

Qu Shi, who replaced He Shen, stayed in this place to take care of Zhao Zitong and Ji Mengting.

At this moment, Ji Mengting in the grove is still thinking about what music means to her.

She's still not fully clear about her own musical direction.

……

Time passed quickly, and the schedule for the second round was announced after He Shen left.

Because of the previous incident, the organizing committee arranged for the three strongest people to be divided into three days.

Therefore, there is no way to draw any direct comparisons between the three of them.

If you guessed correctly, basically everyone took the strongest player of the day, and then marched towards the finish line with the No.1 score.

Finally, we can meet again in the final.

At that time, no one knows what the ending will be.

Did Zhao Zitong and Ji Mengting succeed in their revenge?Or is Nakamura Bai guarding his position, without any relaxation, still holding the position of the Great Demon King?

No one knows.

Zhao Zitong is consolidating his ideas about music.

Ji Mengting was thinking about her own music in Zhao Zitong's music.

After all, she hasn't figured it out yet.

What is your own music?
At the end of the music, there are actually a lot less things in the music, and more of them are abstract philosophies.

In other words, the energy of all things is philosophy?
So what kind of form is the music I understand?

She has been following He Shen's steps and playing music according to He Shen's ideas.

Now that she was separated from He Shen suddenly, she was at a loss for a moment, not knowing where she should go.

Therefore, she was even more confused.

She was thinking hard about her music, and her momentum became more and more depressed.

However, the arrival of the competition will not stop because of her depression.

soon……

The second round begins!
(End of this chapter)