Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 146 143. Motivation for Saying Goodbye

Xiao Bei's father.

There was the sound of taking off his shoes and walking, Li An was thinking about how to speak, a pair of small hands had already landed gently on the back of his head, and then a burst of ecstasy spread from the top of his head to every pore of his body.

"Is it troublesome?"

Chen Xuan asked him in his ear.

"Xiaobei's father is a teacher at Rongcheng Academy of Fine Arts."

Li An squinted his eyes and opened his mouth halfway, saliva seemed to fall out at any moment.

Chen Xuan's hand strength was just right, he felt that he could fall asleep in 2 minutes.

"Do you want to ask Xiaobei's father to help you draw?"

Li An subconsciously shook the back of his operated head, "I want his father to recommend a student to me."

Finally he added

"Paid."
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Probably because the head massage before going to bed had an effect, Li An slept well that night.

The next morning, before Chen Xuan opened her eyes, she heard the sound of fried eggs coming out of the kitchen.

Start a new day with a hearty hearty breakfast.

At [-]:[-], Li An sent Chen Xuan to the elevator, and handed Chen Xuan a black handbag containing Chen Xuan's lunch: "Take the microwave for lunch, don't be lazy."

"Got it," Chen Xuan took the bag and went to the elevator, turned around and waved her fist, "Come on!"

The skirt outside the door hadn't been untied yet, Li An put his hands on his hips, looking like a husband: "Be careful on the road, I'll wait for you to go home."

After waving goodbye to the falling elevator, Li An turned around and found that [-] people had come to his feet at some point, and the door five meters away was open a small crack.

The amount of help.

Careless, the door is not locked.

Most kittens on the Internet get lost like this.

Shaking his head, he bent down and picked up [-]: "The kittens outside can't get enough to eat."

"Meow-"

Starting from this week, Wednesday to Thursday morning is Li An's regular vacation.
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After practicing the piano until 45:[-] in the morning, Li An took the time to call Xiaobei's mother, and then easily got a call from Xiaobei's father.

Xiaobei's father's voice gave people a sense of warmth, and he spoke in a leisurely manner. After learning about Li An's needs, he quickly helped Li An select a candidate.

"Ms. Li, is it convenient to leave your phone number for him, or ask him to add WeChat?"

No wonder Xiaobei is so polite, it seems that a lot of credit goes to this Yu's father.

"It's okay, you just leave my phone number to him, please."

After hanging up the phone for about 10 minutes, Li An's cell phone rang.

"Hello, is this Teacher Li An?"

Phone calls are indeed faster than sending messages, especially since the other party has also learned the violin.

In a few or two sentences, the two of them explained the problem clearly.

"Okay, Mr. Li, I understand, let's add WeChat."

"Hmm, what's the name?"

"Feng Donglai."
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At noon, Ang Lee was immersed in the first movement of the farewell, and the mobile phone on the music stand lit up.

two pieces of information.

Close your hand, pick up your phone and click on the message.

A picture and a voice.

A pattern sketch of the five musical notes on the picture?

Ang Lee is not sure how to describe it, he doesn't understand art, but this is his ideal pattern.

Especially the set of clothes stays that are intended to be drawn as a set of sixteenth notes, and the four cute socks underneath really look like four sixteenth notes at first glance.

lifelike.

Feng Donglai: Teacher Li, take a look.

Ang Lee: That’s what it means/thumbs up

He thought this was the end of the matter, and was thinking about how much money to give, but he didn't know that the other party replied that he would send him the finished product before 8 pm.

Putting down the phone in anticipation, Ang Lee once again devoted himself to the first movement of the farewell sonata.
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Farewell is another masterpiece of Beethoven after the two works of "Dawn" and "Passion". It is not as large in volume as the previous two works, but it has a full story in it.

As we all know, this sonata in E-flat major is a private work presented by Beethoven to his benefactor, Grand Duke Rudolf.

In April 1809, the Austrian-French War entered into combat, and the doggy Napoleon entered Vienna in May.

Grand Duke Rudolph was forced to flee Vienna with the Austrian royal family.

It was under such circumstances that Uncle Bei wrote this piano sonata, expressing his deep reluctance to the benefactor.

And personally titled "Farewell" on the first movement.

The manuscript is said to have read "May 1809, 5, in Vienna, before my venerable Duke Rudolf left."

After the war, when Archduke Rudolph returned to Vienna the following year, Uncle Pei meaningfully gave the titles of the second and third movements, "Absence" and "Reunion".

It should be clear that Beethoven rarely had the habit of naming his works in his life.

Let’s say goodbye to the naming of the three movements of a work, let’s not talk about the internal connection, the story connection between each movement can be seen from the words alone.

Stories are another means of dramatizing music, and modern performers should be familiar with the birth background of every majestic musical work.

Kerim is a French performer, and Ang Lee doesn't know how the other party thinks about the background story of farewell when he makes this point.

But as a modern pianist, Ang Lee has reservations about this point of view.

No one doesn't like a story, but that doesn't solve the fundamental problem of musical performance.

Even the personal fabrications of some unscrupulous domestic scholars can mislead the performers.

Who said that Uncle Bei's Pathos Sonata is an expression of sadness?
When the first chord of its first movement, which is like an ancient call, appears, the musical artistic conception like a giant panting is enough to express the heroism in it.

To do this, you must first at least master how to use the strength of your shoulders, elbows, and wrists.

This is the bare minimum.

No matter how good a story is, it can't help us to push a good-sounding chord.

To play the piano, you still have to return to the keyboard that can produce sound.

After all, Potian music is just the art of sound.

If you have to add a little humanistic color to it, it is a work like Farewell, the most important thing is to discover the essence of the simplest musical elements, and it is an exploration of the classical strip language.

The language is inseparable from rhythm and body, and all the implications of melody and harmony.

The three intervals with a slight sigh at the beginning of the first movement may be the musical motivation of "farewell", "absence" and "reunion".

From the perspective of music, this group of musical motives is the backbone support of the whole movement.

Ang Lee has to find these motives throughout the work, then link them, and finally connect the music as a whole.

Kind of like a decryption game.

A simple musical motive occurs at different levels of music, perhaps it is hidden in a melodic line.

This requires a deep perception of music.

A player's perception of musical depth depends on his imagination, since there are only small differences in the depth of the keys.

However, every well-trained player should be able to hear the difference in depth of touch.

After recasting 299 through Samir's partial finger training method, Li An obviously found that he has a further ability to distinguish the sound that pops up from the depth of the key.

He realized the original mistake that existed in himself, that is, he would deepen the depth of the key when playing a strong sound, and use a shallower key when playing a soft tone.

The most direct manifestation of the change in consciousness is that when he got a new work again, he played it with a different solidity than before.

For example, farewell to the first group of music motives like waving hands gently.

Practicing the piano is such a thing, all-encompassing and labor-intensive.

You can never expect to put a piece of work on the stage through simple finger movement or brain operation. For people with self-demand, practicing piano is doing many things at the same time.

It just so happens that each of these things allows you to sit twenty centimeters in front of the piano to do it.

And it's time consuming.

Most of the day passed like this, and the dinner promised by Li An in the morning turned into the boxed lunch that Chen Xuan brought back.

When he closed his hands together again, he heard a "beep" sound on the door.

At that moment, he realized that the sky outside the window had already darkened.
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"I guess you forgot dinner."

Chen Xuan went in and changed her slippers, looked at Li An who was looking at him stupidly in front of the piano, and smiled, "Would you like to practice for a while?"

In the afternoon, she sent two messages to Li An and did not reply, so she knew that Li An's piano practice was very good today.

After entering meditation, she often has this kind of experience.

So she didn't send another message to Li An after that, and bought two lunch boxes on the way back.

Walking out of the elevator, as expected, the 2501 piano was ringing.

Afraid of interrupting Li An's state, she leaned against the wall at the door and waited until Li An stopped before she took out the room card.

The reason why she didn't go back to 2502 first was because she was attracted by the sound of the piano coming from the crack of the door. As a flutist, she also likes piano sonatas.

"Forgot to forget."

Li An patted his forehead and hurriedly got up to cook, and then he saw the lunch box in Chen Xuan's hand.

Sigh and smile.

It is a blessing in life to have such a partner.

"Mr. Chen, why do I like you so much?"

Li An didn't feel nauseous, Chen Xuan chuckled, "Don't you dare not like it?"

Gentle hatchet warning.
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"Guess who I met this afternoon?"

On the dinner table, the sound of chopsticks hitting the mouth of the bowl rattled.

Teacher Li, who was devouring the food, swallowed the rice in his mouth, "Who is it?"

"Wang Xiaohu."

Wang Xiaohu goes to school in Jinhua?Li An didn't seem to understand.

After the meal, Li An received Feng Donglai's finished painting. In addition to the five musical notes, the other party also drew a cartoon stave with diagrams in the same style.

After all, he has studied music, and he annotated every detail that Ang Lee needs to use when he talks about staves.

Ang Lee: Thanks

Then transferred 500 yuan to the other party.

In the phone call with Feng Donglai in the morning, the other party flatly rejected the paid question.

Li An can understand, it's like Wei Sanwan asked him to do a favor, and he can pay for it.

But everyone is studying art, Li An knows that art creation seems to be cheap, but in fact it is far from it.

Ren Yi, an undergraduate student at school, may have spent most of the day to help you complete a few pictures, even if it is just a few strokes, it took time for him, and how much time did the other party spend on those seemingly simple strokes How much did you practice and spend on paint piles?
Everyone is studying art, and he understands the truth.

Of course, as for giving more or less, because he doesn't know how to do it, he has no reference.

If there is too much, it is considered as a little support for the other party, if there is less, it will be considered as a favor to Xiaobei's father.

In short, his attitude is clear, the money has to be given.

Feng Donglai: Don't, don't be so polite

Li An said in a voice: "I plan to make a set of music theory textbooks, and I may have to ask you to draw illustrations again. Listen to my money and you take it. If there is more or less, it will be so much this time. We will talk about how you charge later. I will explain it clearly to the teacher."

Feng Donglai: Thank you, Mr. Li, you can come to me anytime you need it in the future, this time we will treat it as a friend, and I would like to ask you about teaching music

After going back and forth several times, seeing that the other party insisted on not accepting the money, Li An no longer struggled.

Anyway, I have decided to use illustrations and illustrations for the follow-up courses, and I will definitely have to find the other party in the future.

Then it will be long in the future.
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With the new picture in hand, Li An sat in front of the computer and began to perfect the courseware for tomorrow's class.

Chen Xuan sat quietly at the dining table and browsed station B, waiting for the first wild comment to come at any time.

From time to time, she would look up at the busy figure in front of the computer.

She was wondering if it was her just now, would she have persuaded the other party to accept the money in the same way.

Probably not.

Maybe others will say that Li An is stupid, but she only thinks this is a rare charisma.

Well--

like.
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While sleeping, Chen Xuan asked Li An if he enjoyed practicing the piano today?

Then found that the other party had fallen asleep.
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In the afternoon of the next day, Li An walked into the multimedia classroom behind the counselor of the Jinhua Brigade, and the scene fell silent for a moment.

His field of vision was full of curious eyes in school uniforms.

"teacher!"

At this moment, a familiar excited sound came.

Li An wondered why Wang Xiaohu was here because he hadn't signed up for the club class of musical instruments.

Teacher Liu, the counselor of the brigade, stepped onto the podium and introduced: "Students from various clubs, this is Teacher Li An."

Speaking of Teacher Liu asking Li An to come on stage, he stepped aside.

Li An scanned the audience and nodded.

"Hello, classmates."

"My name is Li An."

"This semester, I will lead everyone to know what is stave and what is doremi."

At the beginning of the simple course, Ang Lee did not describe too much what kind of course music theory is.

The scene was quiet, Mr. Liu wanted to help Li An reheat the scene, but Li An stopped him with a smile and shaking his head.

"Ms. Liu, please help me get the multimedia courseware."

As he spoke, he took out a USB flash drive.

With the help of Teacher Liu, the PPT was successfully opened.

The children were more curious looking at the staves under the projection.

"Which classmate knows what spectrum this is?"

On the screen is a sheet of music without a name.

The children just stared, but no one said anything.

Li An looked at Wang Xiaohu, thinking that you can't see it?

How could Wang Xiaohu miss this opportunity, staring at the first three bars of the score and singing back and forth in his heart.

Suddenly his eyes lit up and he raised his arms high!

"Lone brave man!"

"Lone brave?"

The other little boy heard Wang Xiaohu's answer and was suspicious.

In an instant, the temperature in the entire multimedia classroom seemed to rise a bit.

"It's a lonely brave man!"

"Lone brave man!"

"Love You Walking In A Dark Alley Alone"

Li An pressed his hands, the children seemed to have some kind of admiration for this teacher who could produce the music score of the Lonely Brave, and when they saw him raise his hand, they fell silent.

Da da da.

In the silence, Ang Lee walked to the piano on one side of the podium and sat down.

After lifting the cover of the piano and simply running a set of scales, the trial piano was ok.

Then he raised his left hand in the excited and expectant eyes of all the children.

I saw that his raised left hand stretched open in an instant, and the thumb and little finger jumped at an extremely fast speed.

(End of this chapter)