Chapter 134: The Dawn of Meeting Chopin

Zhuo Yang's ten fingers of both hands hung above the keys, unable to fall.

Although many of the guests were of the vassal class, such as many bigwigs in football and politics, they did not understand music. But there are also a considerable number of experts and authorities in the field of classical music, as well as insiders who are familiar with Waltz in C sharp minor and Chopin.

Professor Carl Norman looked at Zhuo Yang in surprise, Elena Grimaud looked at Zhuo Yang in surprise, Marc Venster and Fiameta Chiconia were stunned in their seats, and even Maurizio Pollini, who was resting and adjusting, suddenly wrinkled his eyebrows.

Zhuo Yang couldn't go on, and a strong sense of failure struck. If you smash yourself at the crucial New Year's concert, it will be an eternal shame and a huge rift in your musical path, which will be difficult to repair.

A familiar sense of frustration and pain swept over him, and Zhuo Yang was completely plunged into chaos and despair, guilt and abandonment, a feeling of being abandoned by the world. Football memories that had been erased since leaving Athens suddenly opened up, and the struggle and mud of the game against AEK Athens were intertwined with the pain of the moment.

Zhuo Yang was defeated by himself, and this defeat began in that match, which was reflected in the concert at this time. His hard work and persistence paid no reward, and his stubbornness and focus only paid for frustration. He was suppressed by all the negative emotions to the extreme, and this depression was even accompanied by the desperation and chaos of the previous music that hit the audience, and everyone felt the heaviness.

When Zhuo Yang's fingers paused for two full rests, he played them down, and the pauses were four times longer than the original score. Zhuo Yang had lost his mind, but years of hard practice had carved the rhythm into his muscles, and his fingers flicked according to the music he remembered.

The moment the sound of the piano resounded, the accumulation of depression in the recital hall happened to reach its peak.

Beneath the walking dead, a torn pain came over the face with the sound of the piano, and the entire hall was plunged into boundless despair. The lyrical Adagio becomes a suffocating curse, and the clear main theme in the upper voice turns into a viscous muddy.

By the time the movement shifted from D-flat major back to C-sharp minor, Zhuo Yang had already expressed all his pain and struggle, and he saw a ray of light in the transition of the piece. This light did not appear suddenly, it seemed to be there all along, silent but bright, but it did not turn its head to look. When he saw this light, Zhuo Yang completely touched the emotional catharsis and soul fusion that had been unapproachable in "Waltz in C sharp minor", he controlled the bone and blood of the whole movement, and he could fully express "Waltz in C sharp minor" in his own way.

The audience was so entaged by the pain and depression of the music that they could barely breathe, and their hearts seemed to be overwhelmed with the silent moaning of each measure. Everyone was in a deep sense of despair, whether they knew Chopin or not, and everyone couldn't help themselves.

When the piece enters the third section, it is a reinterpretation of the first part. With the flow under Zhuo Yang's fingertips, a cheerful spring poured into the audience, and everyone walked out of the confusion and solemnity in an instant, they couldn't suppress the joy in their hearts, and many people left tears of joy.

After Zhuo Yang played the last note of "Waltz in C sharp minor", the audience was silent, and Zhuo Yang sat with his head held high.

After a long time, the thunder finally announced the real end of the movement, and everyone in the audience stood up and applauded the young pianist.

Zhuo Yang bowed to the audience with a smile on his face, he was very happy, because the dawn made him completely touch the soul of the movement, because the dawn allowed him to break through the bottleneck of football.

When he found the light, he knew that he had broken through, and as Baggio said, everything was so quiet, but you knew that you had broken through, very clearly. But Zhuo Yang is different from others, he is not on the football field, but in his music.

One month and twenty-one days, from the beginning of the bottleneck to breaking through the barrier, Zhuo Yang only took fifty-two days.

The feeling of seeing everything returned, and he felt the depth and vastness of the universe even more; The feeling of free control over the body's functions is back, and the movement of muscles and meridians is more clearly perceived; That kind of judgment is back, and there is a sharpness of foresight.

Zhuo Yang wanted to escape the concert and go to a football match to test his Kunpeng wings, and at this moment he was completely sure that if he returned to Greece, he would be able to cripple AEK Athens on his own.

The concert continued, but the music was no longer the focus, even though Zhuo Yang still performed Chopin's other ten pieces almost perfectly, even though he received long applause each time.

The Waltz in C sharp minor became the jewel of the palace spire, and Maurizio Pollini, known as Chopin's spokesman, was amazed and couldn't help but be saddened by it.

Zhuo Yang's two full rests in the second section have since replaced the half rest in the original movement and have become the new standard. However, it is also much more difficult to play than before, because not everyone can fully express the pain and depression at that time. Zhuo Yang's interpretation of the movement has become a new commentary, which has attracted many authoritative experts to re-study and discuss the Waltz in C sharp minor.

Finally, Zhuo Yang and Pollini collaborated again, and the end of "Piano Concerto No. 2 in F minor" announced the end of "Encounter with Chopin", and Zhuo Yang's second New Year's concert was a great success, and he finally made his own voice in the world of classical music.

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"Brother Zhuo Yang, why are you playing that song so sadly? I didn't cry, I just burst into tears. ”

The little angel Midel has grown a lot taller, and in a few days she will be ten years old, and she will be almost up to Zhuo Yang's chest.

"Zhuo Yang......, I didn't expect you to be so powerful, maybe...... I should have called you Uncle ....... Bah! Daydreaming! Fiameta Chiconia was still playful and teasing, but no one could see the shock and ...... in her heart Adore.

"Zhuo Yang, if you are not good, it will hit many aspiring young people who love the piano, such as me." Mark Venster chuckled, not showing the slightest loss in him.

"Zhuo Yang, I'm looking forward to working with you again in China in the summer." Master Pollini completely stopped talking to Zhuo Yang through his nostrils.

"Mr. Zhuo Yang, on behalf of my personal depart, I would like to extend my warm congratulations to you on the success of this concert and thank you for the wonderful moment you have brought us. I hope you will continue to work hard, continue to hone your skills, and achieve greater success on the road of art. Such an official remark is no one but Berlusconi, who is the chief boss of the whole of Italy.

But when he turned back to talk to his family, Berlusconi was unofficial.

"Old bald, this time I will pay 50 million, you can find a way to bring this kid to San Siro for me."

Galliani smiled: "BOSS, we ...... last year I tried it the year before last, and it's not a matter of money. ”

"Mother Die, I don't believe there are anything that can't be solved with money......"