Zhao Chengzhen's fingers stopped slowly, and the last note fell, like the end of everything, and the white expanse was really clean.

A sense of loss flowed from his pause, making people's hearts extremely uncomfortable.

No one spoke at the scene, and his first piece was finished, Chopin's Ballade for Piano No. 2, as explained at the beginning of the music, that all nothingness, after experiencing something from nothing, would be blamed again for nothingness.

A kind of reincarnation of fate circulates around it.

No one knew what was being said now, not the two commentators on Polish television.

Or the audience under the stage, the judges in the distance.

Even those streamers who watched the game live on the stream.

The host of Polish TV watched Zhao Chengzhen's performance, couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, and looked at Professor Pavel beside him.

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

"Just ask Olga."

"Then Dr. Olga, you ......"

"Let's wait for Zhao Chengzhen's performance to end."

“……”

The two of them all refused to speak, and the host looked left and right, not knowing who he should ask now or what to say, so he could only remain silent as well, and after briefly introducing Zhao Chengzhen's next work, he put the microphone aside.

It's not just that the host doesn't know what to say, these two connoisseurs, they don't know what to say now, Zhao Chengzhen's music is too terrifying, so they even have a feeling that they are still immersed in music.

This feeling is very common in those masters.

It's the same piece, and you can hear it very clearly as well as the performance of ordinary players.

The master's performance will allow you to sweep away the impetuosity in your mind, focus on the music, and even make you look away from your phone.

Ordinary people's performances will only make the people around you look at you twice, and you will soon turn your attention away and stop paying attention.

Zhao Chengzhen's performance is like this, like a master, people can't help but pay attention to him, and there is no way to take it away.

At this moment, he is Chopin, and he is the owner of Chopin's supreme right of interpretation.

It is now one o'clock in the afternoon of October in Poland, and according to daylight saving time, it is seven or eight o'clock in the evening in China, and all the spectators who are paying attention to the competition are also watching Zhao Chengzhen's hand take off the piano.

Fao and several other music area Up masters who were also watching the game, stared at the screen in front of them, and couldn't help but be silent.

He raised his head with difficulty, opened his mouth, and spoke bitterly.

"You ...... Did you hear what you just played? ”

"Well, I heard it, it's very strong......" A chubby man moved his belly, and then moved his legs that had been pressed under his belly to soothe the flow of blood, and then looked at the scene in front of him, and couldn't help but be silent.

"Zhao Chengzhen's performance strength is really too strong, his basic skills are basically the same as our Huaguo Fu tune now, and his musical expression is also extremely strong, just in the second round, he played after he fully recovered his state, compared to all the players in the first round, I really don't have any other player who can beat him."

"It's difficult......" Fao couldn't help nodding, paused the picture, covered his eyes with a little pain, and lay on his back on the sofa behind him: "As long as I don't watch, Zhao Chengzhen is not strong enough, and he can't beat our Huaguo players." ”

"Then you're going to have to pop your ears."

"Damn, I'm just spitting out, you really want me to die!"

Fao got up suddenly, smiled and scolded several people on the side: "I'm deaf when I turn around, who asked you to do the program of the Chopin International Piano Competition together?" ”

"Cut, we can do it without you."

"Tsk...... yours. Fao shook his head, resumed the video, and looked at Zhao Chengzhen in the center of the picture, his expression couldn't help but become a little low.

"But then again, can Fu Tune really defeat Zhao Chengzhen? In this second round, did you get a good result? If it's just the performance of Fu Tune's first round, I'm afraid ...... It may be really difficult for him to compare with Zhao Chengzhen, aside from the professionalism of the two, more importantly, there are not many judges who like that style on his side, and I am starting to worry a little about him. ”

"Are you worried about Fu Tune? You might as well worry about other Chinese players, such as Kong Qi, they are the players who are most affected by Zhao Chengzhen, and Fu Diao has a great chance of entering the third round or even the final if he plays steadily, but the other players ...... Not necessarily. ”

"They can't enter the third round, but Fu Diao may lose the opportunity to win the first place! This is the closest we have ever gotten to the champion of the Chopin International Piano Competition, except for Li Diyun! Just a rough estimate, we might even be two or three places away! And Fu Diao is still a student taught by Huaguo piano education in the new era, which is completely different! ”

"I don't understand, but I only care about who plays well, it doesn't matter what Fu Tune means to Huaguo, after all, no matter what the meaning is, it's useless to us."

"Forget it, let's continue to watch the game first, it is really good to play the first thing, I really don't know if Fu Diao can improve like Zhao Chengzhen."

"Hopefully......"

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

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

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

But that's not the point.

Zhao Chengzhen's waltz is quickly skimmed, this is just a very simple work of three or four minutes, many things have not been heard enough before it has ended, there are many things to show, but not enough.

By the time of his Chopin Piano Sonata No. 2, the crowd was once again struck by the blow.

Zhao Chengzhen was the first to use the piano sonata in the second round to make up the number, and after more than 40 minutes of performance, this sonata needs to occupy more than half an hour.

This kind of obvious, as long as a discerning person pays attention to it, they can find that it is a small work, and under the adaptation of Zhao Chengzhen, there are not many people who find Zhao Chengzhen playing a little slippery head in music, and no one knows that Zhao Chengzhen is making up the number.

Everything in the music is very powerful, even if it is slightly inferior to the second piano ballade, but it is not much inferior, and it still gives everyone countless surprises.

At this moment, Zhao Chengzhen, the current No. 1 pianist, wants to win the championship of the Chopin International Piano Competition, and the momentum has snowballed, and it is getting bigger and bigger.

When the first piano sonata ended, everyone thought that his most brilliant work was over, and the real big head prepared by Zhao Chengzhen was displayed in front of everyone.

A line of words appeared on the screen on the side.

Polonaise, Op. 53.

Alias, Hero.

Airplanes...... Rumble!

And the first time Zhao Chengzhen's hand fell, Fu Tuo's expression changed slightly.

It's not just Fu Diao, but He Shen, who has always had a smile on his face, can't help but freeze his expression at this moment.

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

From extremely weak, to extremely strong!

From the first note, all the way to the end of the first phrase!

At this moment, the beauty in Cho Sung-jin's music can no longer be described as explosive, and the most accurate description should be destruction.

It is as beautiful as destroying all minds.

At the moment when Cho Sung-jin's polonaise is played, many people have lost the ability to think, and they can only be pushed forward by Cho Sung-jin's music, little by little.

What technology? What contrast? What personal style?

The words used to analyze the level of strength of the players are not remembered by anyone at all, and everyone is full of one word.

That's ......

Strong.

It's so strong that you lose the logic of your thinking, and you don't even think about how to find the loopholes of this player, what he did badly, and what is more prominent about him.

You don't think that way at all.

Looking at Zhao Chengzhen in front of you, you will only think that he plays so well, he plays so beautifully, if I can play as beautiful as him, it would be good.

That's all.

It's the first human reaction to the beauty of music, and you don't think about anything else.

This is the reason why Fu Diao's expressions changed with He Shen.

The two of them have played this piece and are also making adjustments, and He Shen may also tour the world with this work in the future.

But at this moment, what they all feel is that their own polonaise is likely to be completely inferior to what Zhao Chengzhen is playing now.

No, not very likely.

is definitely not as good as the current Zhao Chengzhen.

The hero of this polonaise performed by Cho Sung-jin climbed up step by step with the momentum of the first ballade, the second waltz, and the third Chopin sonata.

Finally stop at the highest end position.

If there is no accident, the highest achievement of this work is probably the degree to which Zhao Chengzhen played Chopin's Second Piano Sonata before, which is very powerful, worthy of praise, shocking, and nothing more.

But it is impossible to have such a situation that makes people desperate now, and even feels that they are not as good as Zhao Chengzhen.

Zhao Chengzhen is playing again and again, on the competition field, completely transformed!

Eventually, it became the one that everyone hears so far, the heroic polonaise.

He Shen's hands couldn't help but clench, staring at Zhao Chengzhen in front of him, his brows furrowed.

The rhythm of the music is trembling, and it sounds like there is a little unstable feeling in it, but all this is just the feeling that Zhao Chengzhen deliberately wants to create.

This feeling makes people shudder when they hear it.

He was about to teeter on the verge of losing control, but he wasn't out of control at all.

This is the emotion of excitement, and in the face of the excitement of the hero, it is necessary to maintain restraint.

Add a bit of an onlooker's perspective to interpret the music.

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

It's a scary feeling, it's hard to do.

He Shen let out a long sigh and shook his head slightly.

This year's best polonaise, if nothing else, may fall to Cho Sung-jin.

The dance music of this work is really too strong, you don't know how Zhao Chengzhen played such a work, and why did he explode?

It can't be that Fu Tiao said something to Zhao Chengzhen when he went backstage before, and Zhao Chengzhen was in a hurry, so he started to explode, right?

Neither of them is the kind of person who likes to provoke others, right? Shouldn't the two of them be very dull backstage?

Why did Zhao Chengzhen suddenly start to explode? This polonaise is still played so ...... Terror?

He Shen didn't understand, but he knew that today, and even tomorrow, everyone who wanted to play Chopin Polonaise might be unlucky.

Those who choose Chopin's polonaise and also the heroes will be in bad luck.

Cho Sung-jin's heroic polonaise has formed a benchmark at this very moment, a benchmark that no one can break.

Every detail is handled to the extreme of cleanliness, and you can't hear anything but Chopin.

The music flowed in the concert hall, and the depression in He Shen's heart became deeper and deeper inexplicably, he finally got up, said his mistake to the people around him, turned around and walked outside the concert hall, and let himself breathe a sigh of relief.

He is still old, and he is obviously already standing in the forefront of the world, and his normal playing level is almost caught up by a young explosive who is a whole round younger than him.

Who knows if this young man has been practicing for two and a half years, is it possible that his normal performance strength is about the same as his own normal performance strength?

After all, he has already come into contact with that realm, and it will be easier if he continues to climb in the future.

"The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves......"

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

This feeling is really not pleasant, when they exploded and bombed more than Argerich, they probably thought the same way, right?

However, although he can occasionally play that kind of god-level scene, his regular level still can't reach that realm, even if he knows how to play, it's difficult.

It takes the right time and place to have the opportunity to play.

If you are like this, you don't know how Zhao Chengzhen is.

……

At this moment, Zhao Chengzhen's brain was blank, he almost didn't think about anything, and he didn't care if he had touched a realm, whether he was better than some people, or what kind of height he could reach in the future.

He didn't have the heart to think about it at all.

His mind was full of one thing right now.

Play the piano, play the piano, play the piano!

Make your music closer to Chopin, make your music more pure, and make the expression of music more perfect!

He's going to keep going, keep going, and rush forward with all his might.

His body fluctuated completely with the flow of music, and he no longer had to exert effort to control his body.

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

Music flows from the piano keyboard, down his fingers, into his body, and then from the soles of his feet to the pedals, to the floor, and into the concert hall.

He felt like he was at one with the music, with Chopin, with the concert hall.

He was fascinated by the feeling.

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

It's as natural as eating when you're hungry and drinking water when you're thirsty.

He can manipulate the emotions of the audience in the concert hall by squeezing the emotions in his body and integrating them into the music flowing in his hands.

This feeling of ascending to the gods is exactly what he has longed for countless times.

Play! Play! Play!

Keep playing, keep playing!

Let the feeling of fully integrating this body into the music, and everything you want to express no longer have any blockages, continues.

Can't stop, can't stop!

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

He's trying to maintain that feeling.

It's just that......

Heroic Polonaise, just a seven- or eight-minute piece.

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

Especially when he still plays at a fast pace.

As the final chord fell, Cho Sung-jin's hand smashed down the piano hard.

Rumble!

The connection between the music and him broke off at this moment, and the reaction force from his fingers caused his hands to be thrown backwards, and finally landed on both sides of his body.

The applause was thunderous, and the audience reacted suddenly, the music was over, and they immediately got up and applauded Zhao Chengzhen with all their might.

“Bravo！”

“Bravo！”

“Bravo！”

“……”

Cho Sung-jin sat on the stage, as if he hadn't heard, sweat seeping from his forehead, and then soaking his suit.

His hair, which had been fluffy, was now wet as if he had taken a bath.

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

Zhao Chengzhen looked at his hand in disbelief, wanting to reach out and scratch the broken hair on the top of his head, but he was afraid of breaking his interpretation of music just now.

He turned his head to look at the applauding crowd under the stage, and was stunned for a long time, then he remembered that he was still on the stage, and immediately got up and bowed to everyone.

The applause became more enthusiastic, but he was a little overwhelmed, and he wanted to continue playing a little to stay in shape, but since it was a competition, not his solo concert, he didn't know what to do.

He could only bow to the crowd again, pick up the handkerchief placed on the piano, and turn away.

He wanted to hurry back and consolidate what he had just played.

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

The eyes of the two collided, and Zhao Chengzhen couldn't help but stop when he was about to go downstairs.

One was taller, one was under the dim yellow stage light overhead, and the other was motionless under the cold lighting under the stage.

"Player Zhao, your performance is over, you can come down! Could you please be a little faster? Because we still have a special interview to ask about in the follow-up, I would like to ...... you. ”

The staff's voice sounded, and Zhao Chengzhen woke up like a dream and nodded immediately.

"Huh? Oooooooo......oo Okay, okay, I'll do it, that, please give way. ”

With that, he continued to walk down, walking past Fu Diao's side, preparing to ignore Fu Diao.

After all, the two of them don't deal with each other very well, he doesn't like Fu Diao, and Fu Diao doesn't like him either.

But when he was about to pass by Fu Diao's side, Fu Diao suddenly turned around and spoke to him very seriously.

“Bravo！”

(End of chapter)