Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 133 130. Two Photos, A Reconciliation

Wei Sanwan graduated from school in [-] and has been teaching for more than [-] years. He has sent countless outstanding graduates to the society, compiled [-] sets of various piano textbooks, and published more than [-] professional papers. Piano education has made an indelible contribution.

During a mandatory interview at the school, the reporter asked Lao Wei, "Mr. Wei, why have you never been a judge for a piano competition?"

Lao Wei hurriedly waved his hands at the camera: "If you don't come, you won't come."

Scholars should be pragmatic.

Lao Wei is a pure person. He only wants to do a good job in his life, teach students well, and repay the motherland with the cultivation of the country.

Old Wei had a violent temper when he was young, especially when teaching students, he would get angry as long as the students did not fulfill his requirements.

The laziness of teaching is not strict.

Old Wei is not afraid of students scolding him behind his back, he doesn't care.

The batches of graduates who were once under his high-pressure teaching have now blossomed and scattered in every corner of society.

Some have opened their own piano teaching institutions, some have become music teachers in primary and secondary schools, and some have returned from abroad and entered private universities to become university teachers.

Of course, some people never heard from after graduation.

Old Wei is not afraid of students scolding him behind his back, let alone how many people still remember him as a university teacher.

Lao Wei will retire in less than two years, and his greatest wish is to stand on the last post.

After retirement, he can take care of his grandson with peace of mind.

The old colleagues around him moved out one after another, and many people persuaded him to move out too.

But Lao Wei doesn't.

Every time he walks on campus, he is happy to see the young faces.

Old Wei has been teaching all his life, and he can't get enough of the smiling faces of his students.

Old Wei has less than two years left to retire and has taught for more than [-] years. He has only one regret.

There was a child he didn't teach well.

A child who traveled thousands of miles from a small town on the edge of the north to study in Rongcheng.

When he saw the child for the first time, he saw it in the other's eyes.

This child is spiritual.

After listening to it, I was born to learn the piano.

There is no teacher who doesn't like this kind of child. After learning about the poor family conditions of this child, he was even more moved with compassion.

Not only did he take good care of him professionally, but he also went beyond the responsibilities and obligations of a teacher in life.

Every holiday and weekend, he would definitely invite this child to his home, stew fish and roast meat, and treat them all as family members. Even her own daughter sometimes jokingly said, "Our family is going to have more people."

Probably because Lao Wei sometimes really treats this child as half a child, so the requirements for him are naturally stricter.

Other children practiced for three hours, but this child had to practice for four hours.

Other children allow a little problem with the rhythm, but this child does not allow a little problem with the rhythm.

Otherwise, it's just beating and scolding.

The child learned piano from him for four years and spent four years under his beating and scolding.

What he regretted the most was that when the kid had his graduation concert, he was so angry that he didn't go because of the rumors in the school about the kid's life style.

I don't know that it's three years.

He never heard from the child again.

He didn't know where the child had been these past few years and what kind of life he had lived.

He has been thinking for a long time, if he hadn't been so strict at the time, would there have been a different result later.

He still remembered that when the child came to the door for the first time, he was carrying a carton of milk in his hand.

It's like standing here at this moment and calling out "Teacher."

Seven years passed in such a flash.

Wei Sanwan carefully looked at the child in front of him.

I lost weight, my hair got shorter, and I became more capable. There was a spirit in my eyes that I didn't have before, and the inspiration seemed to come back.

Ok.

Ok.

Wei Sanwan nodded, like an old man looking forward to returning a child who hasn't returned home for many years, "Go into the house, don't stand there."

Jia Mingyu went first, followed by Li An.

Only then did Wei Sanwan notice the wine in Li An's hand, and the first thing he thought was that the child would not encounter any difficulties.

At this time, a figure wearing an apron and hands covered with white flour came out of the kitchen.

"Mistress."

Li An subconsciously blurted out, comparing the kind face in his memory.

The hair of the woman in front of her was obviously baked, black and shiny, but the wrinkles on her forehead and the corners of her eyes were heavier than in previous years.

Seeing who came, Liang Huilan couldn't hide her unexpected surprise.

She responded and wiped her hands on her apron, "This kid, why don't you carry something when you come here?" She looked at Jia Mingyu as she spoke, "Hurry up and have a meeting, let's make dumplings for lunch."

"Miss, let me help you."

Jia Mingyu put down her bag, gave Li An a wink, and then took Liang Huilan into the kitchen.

Li An followed behind Old Wei, carefully looking at the house where he had spent four years.

On the bookshelf that catches the eye as soon as you enter the living room, beside the yellowed white wall, there are rows of music scores standing there quietly.

If he remembers correctly, the first row is a collection of works by composers in the classicism period.

The two pianos next to the bookshelf.

The one on the left with a brown facade and an old-fashioned violin body is an old Xinhai, which is the teacher's favorite.

The one on the right is a black Yamaha, which is almost 20 years old. It is the piano they use when they come to the teacher's house for class.

Every scene and every thing seemed to bring back all kinds of memories deep in his mind.

His eyes couldn't help but be attracted by the rows of photos above the piano.

Every two photos are a group, one is a group photo of the teacher and each incoming freshman, and the other is a group photo of graduation.

Li An found the class that belonged to him with a few glances. Two men and two women stood on both sides for a group photo, and the teacher stood in the middle.

As for the graduation group photo next to it, there is a boy missing on the left hand side of the teacher.

Looking at Wei Sanwan's somewhat regretful smile in this photo, Li An felt that he was wrong at this moment.

It was his fault, and he didn't know why.

It seemed that everything was different from what he had expected.

The drafts he made on the way here seemed to be erased by an eraser the moment he saw Wei Sanwan.

From the bastard sound of entering the door, he seemed to be brought into the long river of time.

Four years of college life flashed before his eyes like a vinyl projector.

There are traces of his personal participation in every frame.

"Youyou is going back to China soon. She called me last week and said that she is preparing for her graduation concert recently, and she asked you."

A sigh suddenly sounded from behind, "You have not been in contact with each other in the past few years, right?"

Ang Li looked at his graduation photo again, and his eyes fell on the smiling face beside where he should have appeared.

In four years, the little local girl in Rongcheng who confessed to him during the military training has grown into a slim figure.

"No."

Ang Lee turned around.

"teacher."

He looked at Wei Sanwan and bowed deeply.

"sorry."
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In the past, schools were set up, the method of education, teachers and students asked questions, developed with anger, and repeated twists and turns, earnestly and kindly.

In the kitchen, Jia Mingyu had been paying attention to the movement in the living room, and when she heard the sincere apology from her junior brother, she was overwhelmed with emotion.

She still remembered that Ang Lee played Schumann's Piano Sonata No. [-] on the final exam of her freshman year.

Everyone felt great.

But when the teacher came down, he criticized Li An in front of other teachers and students, because Li An played two notes wrong.

She didn't understand at that time, and she even felt that the teacher was too much.

Now that she is a teacher, she can somewhat understand the teacher's emotions at that time.

But maybe, maybe the teacher should also apologize to the younger brother.
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Whether Wei Sanwan apologized to Li An later is another story. When Jia Mingyu walked into the living room with hot dumplings, he saw the master and apprentice on the sofa, smoking a cigarette, and they seemed to be discussing each other. National affairs.

During the meal, Liang Huilan couldn't help sighing after hearing the outline of Li An's three-year story.

"Hey, you've been staying in Rongcheng for the past few years, why didn't you tell us anything?"

Wei Sanwan wanted to ask this question when he found out about it in the living room just now, but he didn't.

Why not squeak.

What did Ang Lee say?

I can only improvise a story.

"I feel that my four years in college are quite disappointing. I want to do something after graduation and come to see you."

Hearing these words, Wei Sanwan's mystery was solved. He believed that this matter was done by a dull gourd like Li An.

At the same time, he was worried and proud. In fact, in his heart, Li An was always good.

Proudly, Ang Lee tried hard to prove himself.

So strong and presentable.

"Do you still play the piano now and then?"

Wei Sanwan asked a question, because of the atmosphere in the living room just now, he didn't mention the old things, and he thought that the other party would stop playing with music now when he heard Li An's tone of voice.

Ang Lee replied: "Practice every day."

"Excuse me."

Wei Sanwan stared wide-eyed, "What unit are you in now, and what work do you do?"

Li An touched his nose and answered, like a student handing in homework: "I am a piano teacher at Lantian Gaoya Art Training Center."

Blue Sky Old Wei knew that the school was run by an old friend of his.

Hearing that Li An was working as a piano teacher, Wei Sanwan's face was full of relief, and the creases at the corners of his eyes couldn't help but increased by two more layers.

Then he said with emotion: "How is it, how does it feel after becoming a teacher?"

Li An also sighed: "I can understand your painstaking efforts back then."

Wei Sanwan put down his chopsticks and shook his head, as if recalling the scene where he taught Li Ang again.

Seeing that the atmosphere at the dinner table was not right, Jia Mingyu hurriedly interrupted, "Teacher, you don't know."

Wei Sanwan looked over.

Jia Mingyu said with a smile: "The younger brother is now Lantian's excellent teacher, and he is strong in both performance and teaching."

"Isn't that the blue sky held three concerts some time ago..."

Wei Sanwan frowned and said, "I have received the invitation, what's the matter?"

Jia Mingyu said regretfully, "Teacher, you really should go and see it. Several programs were rehearsed by juniors, and the response from the audience was particularly good."

When Wei Sanwan heard that there was such a thing, he really felt regretful in his heart. If he wanted to know about it in advance, he had to listen to it anyway.

He asked: "Is there any video, show it to me quickly."

At this moment, Liang Huilan slapped the table and stared: "What's the matter, you let the two children eat first, and you have to go to class again?"

Jia Mingyu chuckled, "Teacher, eat first, and I'll show you after eating."

"Good good."

Wei Sanwan cheerfully picked up the bowl and chopsticks again.

With Jia Mingyu's adjustments, the atmosphere at the dinner table became more and more harmonious.

Li An could finally savor the dumplings he used to love in detail, and chat with the two elders about family affairs.

"Your parents have been in good health for the past two years?"

Liang Huilan asked with concern.

Ang Lee: "Very good."

Liang Huilan: "Then you don't plan to go home?"

Li An nodded: "I won't go back, my family is very supportive of me."

Wei Sanwan: "Since you have decided to stay here, do your best and try to bring your parents over in the future."

Li An nodded. Although his family supported him, he couldn't say whether he would stay in Rongcheng in the future.

Liang Huilan: "Are you talking about friends?"

Speaking of this question, Jia Mingyu should look at Li An with interest.

When I had dinner with that Miss Chen last time, the two of them were clearly a couple, and they insisted that they were just good friends.

"Not yet." Li An said truthfully.

Wei Sanwan nodded in satisfaction: "We Youyou are very good. We have a good personality and are prudent in doing things. Look at how beautiful we are now. We are going back to China soon. You should keep in touch with us in the future."

Jia Mingyu: "Teacher, don't meddle in this matter, Ren Youyou may have a boyfriend."

Wei Sanwan stared again: "Youyou called me last week and asked him to come here."

When Jia Mingyu heard this, she couldn't laugh or cry, she could only say that her junior brother's peach blossoms were really overflowing.
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After the meal, Jia Mingyu showed Wei Sanwan a small video of the concert she had recorded.

Li An sat quietly beside him.

Wei Sanwan kept saying yes after watching it.

"The kid plays Bach pretty well."

After watching Liu Fengrui's video, he asked Jia Mingyu if he had a video of Ang Lee.

Jia Mingyu had been prepared for a long time, and called out Li An's Mozart on the afternoon of the rehearsal, and put the phone in front of him again.

When Li An on the screen stage raised his hand to play the first fast run, Wei Sanwan's eyes were fixed, and his temperament didn't look like the half-grown old man who was matching the students at the dinner table just now.

He was eager to know what happened to Li An in the past three years.

How can my students have reasons that they don't understand.

This kind of grainy running line is by no means what Li An should play in his memory.

Playing habits are not something that can be changed easily by thinking about it on your own.

After listening to the entire first movement of K331, he turned to Ang Lee and asked, "Who did you learn from in the past three years?"

Li An shook his head: "Think about it yourself."

Wei Sanwan really wanted to believe this, but he still couldn't believe it, and said with a smile: "To be honest, did you find a teacher outside?"

He encourages his students to find other teachers to take classes, which is a kind of motivated performance.

Li An was sure that his research on Samir's memorabilia was definitely not a sign of looking for a teacher, but he still replied, "I watched some master classes."

Wei Sanwan nodded.

If Ang Lee just watched some master classes and took three years to figure out the level of performance in the video, then he can only say that he still underestimated the other party's talent.

Wei Sanwan: "How long do you practice the piano every day?"

Ang Lee: "Four hours."

Wei Sanwan felt relieved, "What are you practicing?"

Ang Lee replied: "Scale and arpeggio Czerny."

Wei Sanwan: "Where is the song?"

Ang Lee: "I don't dare to practice the music casually. In the past two years, I have practiced some Beethoven and Liszt. I have practiced other works before."

Wei Sanwan said hello three times in a row, "Come on, play it for me,"

Li An finally waited for this moment.

In the past three years, the results of his hard work have finally waited for a chance to be tested.

He wasn't lying.

In the past three years, he has been practicing piano besides taking lessons.

Until he got a hint from Samir's notes, he was stuck with no way to solve the finger problem.

But despite practicing with questions, he was still thinking about Beethoven and Liszt.

There are not many tracks, but each one contains his sweat day and night.
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Just before Ang Lee stood up to the black yamah piano, there was a knock on the door.

Li Anzheng hesitated, only listening to Wei Sanwan's reminder.

"Focus."

The stern Wei Sanwan came back in an instant.

Li An nodded.

He raised his hand for a moment, only to hear a few childish "Happy Teacher's Day, Mrs. Teacher" from outside the door.

There are men and women.

next second.

"Dangdang—!"

Two incomparably powerful sounds came out from the moment his finger hit, resounding throughout the room, the roof seemed to be unable to fit anymore, the sound stream went straight to the corridor outside the gate, skipping a few young faces like thorns.

(End of this chapter)