Chen Yue, a girl who was called up by the teacher to practice in the same group as Jiang Ruijia before, looked at the sheet music in her hand and walked slowly in the corridor.

If you just look at it this way, she has the air of a literary girl very much.

It's just that instead of books, she reads musical scores.

Like Fu Diao, she didn't get the permission to the piano room, so she could only wait outside to see if she could meet any acquaintances, and then go in to rub the piano room, or directly borrow a student ID card from her to practice.

She walked in layers, looking at the sheet music in her hand and looking out the window, trying to find someone familiar.

It's just a pity that I haven't found it after looking for a long time.

But now it's normal, at this time, basically only some professional classes are still continuing, everyone else is practicing, and it is very normal for the piano room to be nervous at this time.

She looked at the sheet music in her hand, glanced at the stairs in front of her, and exhaled slowly.

"Sure enough, it's still too difficult to rub the piano room, and I don't feel like many people will be willing to let me rub it, but unfortunately at this point now, it's almost impossible to get the empty piano room, and everyone will practice until ten o'clock."

With that, she shook her head and walked slowly up, to the nineteenth floor.

It was still the same as before, while flipping through the sheet music in his hand, he poked his head out to see the situation inside the piano room.

All piano rooms are full, without exception.

And in these full piano rooms, there is not a single acquaintance.

"1905, no ...... 1904, no, the last three are still missing, and you will go up to the 20th floor, 1903...... Well? ”

She stopped at the doorway of 1903, and before she could look up into the room, she heard a familiar voice.

Chopin Polonaise in G minor.

She couldn't help but put her eyes in front of her, looking at the sheet music in her hand.

On the cover of the sheet music, the same name is written.

Polonaise in Chopin G minor

This piece is also one of the five pieces she is preparing to practice this week.

Hearing the same work as herself, she couldn't help but freeze, and instead of continuing to peek through the door, she stood outside the piano room and listened carefully.

The piano room is not soundproofed, or in other words, the sound insulation effect of the piano room is not good.

The soundproofing of this place only allows you to not hear the other people around you while you practice, but once the sound outside is reduced, you can hear everything clearly.

And the reason why she became interested in the music inside the door is because...... This piece of music is not particularly well-known.

It can even be said that this piece is a relatively unpopular work, especially among the countless polonaes.

In addition, this work is very simple, if it is counted as an examination song, it may only be six or seven grades, which is very rare in the Haicheng Conservatory of Music, which is full of great gods.

She was really curious about why someone would choose the same work as her.

The sound of the piano is very clear, and everything in the music seems extremely clear.

Whether it's rhythmic or harmonic progression.

It's all perfect.

It can even be said that this piece of music seems to have been completely played.

But in the music she hears now, there's a strange feeling, a budding feeling.

It's like being born.

Obviously, everything has reached perfection, but there is an inexplicable feeling in it that is not yet clear.

What does it feel like?

Chen Yue stood at the door and thought for a long time, but she couldn't find a definite answer.

Two minutes passed quickly, the last note fell, and the music stopped.

The people in the room seemed to be thinking about a lot of things in the music, and it took about a minute for the music to restart again.

It's still the same perfect as before, whether it's the rhythm or the harmony.

Everything that is written on the surface of the music has been fully done.

But this time, there are some things that are the same as before.

It's just that the feeling of being born before is even stronger.

She felt that the hazy membrane was already thin, and it seemed that it would not take long to pierce it.

Now I am still rubbing on the sidelines, trying to find the most accurate position.

What is that feeling in music?

Chen Yue didn't know why, she didn't want to practice anymore, she wanted to stay at this door all the time, to listen to the Polonaise in G minor played by this unknown person in the house.

It's really fun, and every time it is played, it's a little bit different.

Musicality is different!

All the notes are the same, all the rhythms are the same, these are the same.

However, there is a very subtle difference between the strength and weakness of the music, and the emotions in the music are constantly flowing, and even the speed is adjusting, which seems to be looking for the perfect angle to cut into.

Three minutes, that's the approximate time of this piece.

One minute, this is the time for Fu Tune to think.

The details in the music have been perfected, and no matter how much you look for it, you can't find fault in the details.

Now all that's left is that last emotional feeling.

Again.

Twice.

Three times.

Fu Tune doesn't know how many times he played it.

Five minutes......

Thirty minutes......

An hour......

Time flies.

Chen Yue stood in that place, listening to the music in the room, and did not move for a long time.

She didn't know why she didn't continue to go to the piano room to practice, even if she lined up downstairs during these times, she might be able to get to her piano room.

But she just didn't want to move, she wanted to keep listening.

Hear the end of the music!

Hear, the birth of that feeling!

It's coming, it's coming.

Just the last little bit!

Finally, at about half-past nine, the last music sounded.

While!

Chopin's Polonaise in G minor, the first piece of the legendary Chopin, and the most regular of Chopin's works, sounded at this moment.

Chen Yue stood at the door and listened, and it seemed that in front of her was no longer the piano room building of the Haicheng Conservatory of Music, but a country cottage.

In the room, a little boy with naturally curly hair is running quickly on the piano keyboard with his feet on the pedals.

Countless people around him were smiling at him as he clumsily displayed his first Polonaise of great genius and creativity.

The fire in the room was boiling, applause roared, and the man standing closest to the piano had a flushed face that seemed to be full of excitement.

The child on the piano bench turned around, looked at him a little nervously and a little expectantly, and asked in a low voice.

"Dad, how did I play this first piece?"

"Not bad, not bad! My son will definitely become the number one pianist in the world in the future! ”

Chen Yue stood in the doorway, she felt as if she had heard the conversation between Chopin and his son, which seemed to imply the beginning of everything.

Inexplicably, her eyes were a little moist.

"Chen Yue! What are you doing over there? It's half past nine, and you're not leaving? Wait for the last bus to leave. ”

A voice woke Chen Yue up from the sluggishness of standing at the door, she immediately wiped her eyes, looked at the classmates who didn't know when she came out of the piano room, and smiled.

"Let's go, I'll come."

She walked briskly towards her classmates, and after a few steps, she turned her head to look at 1903, as if to see who the people in the room were.

But in the end, the room was just played again, and the performer did not come out of the room.

She couldn't help but feel a little lost, but she just turned around and continued to walk towards her classmates, listening to her gossip with a smile on her face, and preparing to walk back to the dormitory.

At this moment, Fu Tune is immersed in his own music and can't extricate himself, and after continuous practice, he finally found a little bit of Chopin's feeling!

Or rather......

In the midst of a polonaise in G minor, Chopin's feeling!