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

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

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.

This feeling makes people's hearts tremble when they hear it.

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

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

Adding 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 magnificence.

This feeling is very scary and difficult to do.

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

This year's best polonaise, if nothing else happens, may fall into the hands of Zhao Chengzhen.

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?

It can't be that Fu Tiao said something to Zhao Chengzhen when he walked backstage, which made Zhao Chengzhen angry and started to explode, right?

Neither of them are the kind of people who like to provoke others? Shouldn't they be very boring backstage?

Why did Zhao Chengzhen suddenly start having sex? And the polonaise was played so...horribly?

He Shen couldn't understand, but he knew one thing. Anyone who wanted to play Chopin's Polonaise today, or even tomorrow, might be unlucky.

If those who choose Chopin's Polonaise also choose a hero, they will be in bad luck.

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

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

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.

He is still young and is already at the forefront of the world, but his normal playing level is almost overtaken 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 playing ability is similar to his own?

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

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

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

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 takes the right time, place and people to have the chance to perform.

If you are like this, you don't know what happened to Zhao Chengzhen.

…

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.

He had no intention of thinking about this at all.

There is only one thing on his mind right now.

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

Bring your music closer to Chopin, make your music purer, and make your musical expression more perfect!

He must keep moving forward, keep moving forward, and push forward with all his strength.

His body completely followed the flow of music, and he no longer spent any effort to control his body.

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

The music flowed from the piano keyboard into his body along his fingers, then merged with the pedals from the soles of his feet, passed under the floor, and poured into the concert hall.

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

This feeling fascinated him extremely.

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

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

By squeezing the emotions out of his body and integrating them into the music flowing in his hands, he can control the emotions of the audience in the concert hall.

This kind of feeling like ascending to a god is exactly what he has longed for countless times.

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

Keep playing the piano, keep playing the piano!

Let this body be completely integrated into the music and continue to express everything you want without any feeling of obstruction.

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.

He's trying to maintain this feeling.

only……

The Heroic Polonaise is only a seven or eight-minute piece.

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

Especially when the speed of his playing is still too fast.

As the last chord fell, Zhao Chengzhen slammed his hand down on the piano.

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.

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.

"Bravo!"

"Bravo!"

"Bravo!"

"..."

Zhao Chengzhen was sitting on the stage, as if he hadn't heard anything. Sweat was oozing out from his forehead, and then soaked into his suit.

His originally fluffy hair was now as wet as if he had taken a bath.

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

Zhao Chengzhen looked at her hands in disbelief and wanted to reach out and scratch the broken hair on her head, but she was afraid of breaking her interpretation of the music just now.

He turned around and looked at the people applauding under the stage. He was stunned for a long time before he remembered that he was still on the stage. He immediately stood up and bowed to everyone.

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.

He could only bow to everyone again, pick up the handkerchief placed on the piano, and turn around to leave.

He wanted to go back quickly to consolidate what he had just performed.

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

The two people's eyes collided, and Zhao Chengzhen couldn't help but stop as he was about to go downstairs.

The two of them stood high and low, one under the dim yellow stage light overhead, and the other under the cold lighting under the stage, motionless.

"Player Zhao, your performance is over, you can come down! Can you please hurry up a little bit? Because we have a special interview to ask later, so please..."

The staff member's voice sounded, and Zhao Chengzhen nodded immediately as if waking up from a dream.

"Ah? Oh oh oh... Okay, okay, I'll come right away, um, please let me go."

After that, he continued walking down and passed Fu Diao, preparing to ignore Fu Diao.

After all, the two of them were not very close friends. He didn't like Fu Tiao, and Fu Tiao didn't like him either.

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

"Bravo!"
Chapter completed!