Zhao Chengzhen's fingers slowly stopped, and when the last sound fell, it was like the end of all things, and the vast expanse of white was so clean.

A feeling of loss and loss flowed out from his rest, making people feel extremely uncomfortable.

No one spoke at the scene. The first work he played had ended, Chopin's Second Piano Ballade. Just as explained at the beginning of the music, all nothingness, after experiencing something from nothing, will be attributed to nothingness again.

.

A kind of fateful reincarnation circulates around him.

No one knows what is being said now, not even the two commentators on Polish TV.

Or it could be the audience off the stage or the judges in the distance.

Even the anchors who turn on the live broadcast to watch the game.

The host of the Polish TV station watched Zhao Chengzhen's performance and couldn't help but swallowed a mouthful of saliva and looked at Professor Pavel next to him.

"Professor Pavel, what do you think..."

Everything seemed to fall into place, and he even seemed to be able to feel the fluctuations of the music.

At this moment, Zhao Chengzhen's mind was blank. He was thinking about almost nothing. He didn't care at all whether he had touched a realm, whether he was better than some people, or what height he could reach in the future.

In this case, you can also ensure that the music in your hands maintains its purity and magnificence.

He Shen breathed a long sigh of relief and shook his head slightly.

He Shen took a long breath and shook his head slightly.

This is the first human reaction to the beauty in music, and you won't think of anything else at all.

Faao and several other music area Up hosts who were also watching the game stared at the screen in front of them and couldn't help but remain silent.

"You...did you hear the performance just now?"

"Zhao Chengzhen's playing ability is really great. His basic skills are now basically similar to our Chinese Fu Diao. His musical expression is also very strong. It was only in the second round that he fully recovered his form.

Performance, compared to all the players in the first round, I really don’t think there is any other player who can beat him.”

The moment Zhao Chengzhen's polonaise was played, many people had lost the ability to think. They could only be pushed forward by Zhao Chengzhen's music, moving forward bit by bit.

The applause became more enthusiastic, but he was a little at a loss and wanted to continue playing to maintain his condition. However, since it was a competition now and not his personal concert, he didn't know what to do.

"Are you worried about Fu Tiao? You might as well worry about other Chinese players, such as Kong Qi and the others. They are the players most affected by Zhao Chengzhen. If Fu Tiao performs stably, his chances of entering the third round or even the finals will be very low.

It’s very big, but other players… it’s not necessarily the case.”

No matter how hard he tries, music will eventually come to an end.

Can't stop, mustn't stop!

Zhao Chengzhen's mood gradually became excited, and his originally narrowed eyes were trying to open wide, staring at the keyboard in his hand.

"Then you have to pop your own ears."

This is an exciting emotion. Faced with the hero's excitement, you must maintain restraint.

It is now past one o'clock in the afternoon in October in Poland. According to daylight saving time, it is seven or eight o'clock in the evening in China. All the spectators who are paying attention to the game are also watching Zhao Chengzhen take his hand off the piano.

At this moment, Zhao Chengzhen, the most popular pianist at present, wants to win the Chopin International Piano Competition. The momentum has snowballed, and it is getting bigger and bigger.

"Let's wait until Zhao Chengzhen's performance is over."

Under the illumination of the light, a trace of heat slowly rose up in his body.

But at this moment, they all felt that their polonaise was probably not as good as what Zhao Chengzhen was playing now.

"The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead..."

Buzz...boom!

This feeling fascinated him extremely.

He felt that he was one with the music, one with Chopin, and one with this concert hall.

Zhao Chengzhen's heroic polonaise has set a benchmark at this moment, a benchmark that no one can break.

This feeling is very scary and difficult to do.

There was thunderous applause, and the audience suddenly realized that the music had ended. They immediately stood up and applauded Zhao Chengzhen with all their strength.

"..."

This is the reason why the expressions of Fu Tiao and He Shen changed.

"Then Dr. Olga, you..."

He is still young now, and he is already at the forefront of the world, but his normal playing level is almost surpassed by a young explosive who is a whole round younger than him.

At this moment, whether they are the purely personal judges or the Chopin judges, almost everyone is moved by Zhao Chengzhen's current interpretation.

This feeling is really not good enough. At that time, when I was playing better than Argerich and the others, they probably thought the same way, right?

However, although I can occasionally perform at a god-level performance with explosive skills, my normal level still cannot reach that level. Even if I know how to play, it is still difficult.

It is the same piece of music, and you can hear the performance of the master and the performance of ordinary players very clearly.

Not only Fu Tiao, but also He Shen, who had been smiling all the time, could not help but freeze his expression at this moment.

It's so strong that it makes people lose the logic of thinking. You won't think about how to find the loopholes of this player, think about what he does poorly, and what is more outstanding about him.

"It's difficult..." Fa'ao couldn't help but nodded, paused the scene, covered his eyes with slight pain, and lay back on the sofa behind him: "As long as I don't watch, Zhao Chengzhen is not strong enough to defeat our country of China.

player."

Play the piano! Play the piano! Play the piano!

…

Even some students in Jiangzhou who had heard Fu Diao's performance couldn't help but have a trace of hesitation on their expressions when they heard Zhao Chengzhen think of Fu Diao's performance again.

Everyone in the live broadcast room immediately shut up and focused on the screen in front of them.

At this moment, the beauty in Zhao Chengzhen's music can no longer be described as explosion. The most accurate description should be destruction.

And when he walked off the stage, Fu Tiao was already standing there.

"Fuck, I was just complaining, you really want me to die!"

Music was flowing in the concert hall, and the depression in He Shen's heart inexplicably became deeper and deeper. He finally stood up, told the people around him that he was wrong, turned around and walked outside the concert hall, letting himself breathe a long sigh of relief.

When the First Piano Sonata ended, which everyone thought was the end of his most brilliant work, the real head of what Zhao Chengzhen had prepared was revealed in front of everyone.

The rhythm of the music was trembling, and it sounded a little unstable. However, this was exactly the feeling that Zhao Chengzhen deliberately wanted to create.

If there are no accidents, the highest achievement of this piece is probably Zhao Chengzhen's performance of Chopin's Second Piano Sonata. It is very powerful, worthy of praise, and shocking, that's all.

The master's performance can make you sweep away the impetuousness in your heart, focus on the music, and even make you take your eyes away from your mobile phone.

"I don't understand, but I only care about who plays it well. It doesn't matter what Fu Tiao means to China. After all, no matter what it means, it's of no use to us."

It is as natural as eating when you are hungry and drinking water when you are thirsty.

powerful.

boom!

The connection between music and him was suddenly broken at this moment. The reaction force from his fingers made his hands fling backwards, and finally fell on both sides of his body.

However this is not the point.

A line of words appeared on the screen next to it.

In the end, it became the song that everyone hears now, the heroic polonaise.

"Bravo!"

This piece of dance music is so powerful that you have no idea how Zhao Chengzhen performed such a piece, and why he became so popular?

Every detail has been processed to the extreme of cleanliness, and you can hear nothing except Chopin.

Polonaise,Op53.

You wouldn't think so at all.

That is...

only……

"I hope..."

A beauty that destroys everyone's thoughts.

The other judges in the concert hall also looked at each other, but no one spoke.

He was teetering on the edge of losing control, but he was not out of control at all.

That's all.

At this moment, he is Chopin, and he is the owner of Chopin's highest interpretation power.

He didn't even have to think about how he should play the music afterwards, because it all seemed to become his natural reaction.

This feeling is very common among those masters.
To be continued...