Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 151. 148. The disappearing pen, the truth above
This.

It is said that there are too many children whose parents don’t care about teachers.

But now Che Lin is also his student, a student he is particularly optimistic about.

Li An looked at Che Lin and frowned.

"Student Xiao Che, we can't rely on others to control our studies, we have to rely on ourselves, just like you practice the piano."

Before he finished speaking, Che Lin's eyes turned to the billboard on the left side of the elevator door. A small face was a little emotional just now, but now it has returned to a dazed look.

Seeing the child's indifferent appearance, Li An couldn't help but aggravate his tone: "Go back and do your homework soon, do you hear me?"

Che Lin hummed and walked onto the elevator, then turned around and waved to Li An: "Goodbye, Teacher Li."

"Be careful on the road. When you get home, ask your dad to send me a message and homework."

The elevator doors closed.

【Che Lin's teacher-student index dropped to 71】

This.
Li An smiled wryly.

Is the kid tired of learning to this extent?

He was just one last reminder of homework.

He was a little surprised when he saw Che Lin's crooked handwriting just now. Children in the sixth grade can't write the keys of the piano keys.

Judging from Che Lin's efficiency in learning the piano, the child's mind is absolutely fine.

Li An was thinking about finding an opportunity to talk to her family.

At Che Lin's age, this kind of learning attitude is already very dangerous.

Maybe her family had given up on it, or maybe there were other reasons, but Che Lin called him a teacher.

He felt that he was not so busy that he didn't even have the time to say a few words.

Might be able to give the baby a hand.
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Half an hour later, the elevator returned to the ninth floor and stopped again.

Chen Xuan came out with a flute on her back.

It doesn't matter if Li An doesn't accompany her for breakfast, she has [-] now.

Instead of going back to the office, she walked directly to the classroom through the hall, and ran into Xu Li who was sitting at the door of the teaching area on the west side.

She still remembers the scene of Xu Li teaching Wang Xiaohu a lesson.

She is a mother who can tell right from wrong.

Looking at each other, Xu Li gracefully closed the book in her hand, stood up and bowed with a smile, and nodded to Chen Xuan.

Chen Xuan marveled at the temperament of this young mother, and even felt the apology from the other party's eyes, and smiled back, as if expressing that the incident was over.

Then, hearing the intermittent sound of the piano from classroom No. [-], she opened the door and walked into her own classroom.

Xu Li smoothed her skirt and sat down again. When I saw this little teacher Chen again today, her face was flushed and her skin was better than last time.

As a person who has experienced it, how could she not understand.

Thinking of myself again, I can only sigh faintly.
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Classroom four.

"What's going on today?"

Li An couldn't take it anymore, interrupted Wang Xiaohu again, and said sharply:
"How many times?"

Obviously there is such a simple sentence, "Where do the eyes look?"

He couldn't help raising his voice again: "How many notes!?"

It wasn't the first time Wang Xiaohu saw Li An angry, but today he was a little scared, he could feel that Li An was really angry.

And he knew that he made several mistakes in a row that shouldn't have happened.

Wang Xiaohu said cautiously: "Quarter notes."

Hearing four points, Li An rolled his eyes and touched his forehead helplessly.

Calm down, calm down—he quickly comforted himself in his mind.

What the hell, it's his son, he's really afraid that he's already slapped him.

Suppressing the anger in his heart, Li An asked calmly word by word: "See-clear-clear, how much?"

Wang Xiaohu realized immediately, "Oh, two points, two points." He was going to say two points just now, but he made a mistake.

Rage value -1.

Teacher Li asked again: "How many beats for half notes?"

Wang Xiaohu: "Two beats."

The anger value is -1 again.

Ang Lee continued to ask, "How many beats did you play?"

Wang Xiaohu raised his forehead: "I forgot."

With Teacher Li's sigh, the atmosphere in front of the piano entered a kind of silence that most students were afraid of.

moment.

"Practice yourself for a while."

Li An got up and rubbed his eyebrows and walked to the window.

The oppressive feeling in front of the piano disappeared instantly, and Wang Xiaohu heaved a sigh of relief.

Not daring to take another errand, put away his thoughts and look back to the wrong paragraph just now to practice again.

If Wang Xiaohu had this class today at 11:30, he would have done well.

Because of this National Day, he really practiced the piano with ulterior motives, although part of it came from her mother's pressure.

But practice is practice.

After practicing, he can play well, without thinking about other things in his mind, Wang Xiaohu gradually showed his achievements in practicing piano at home during the National Day.

His study plan for this semester is 599 with Hanon finger practice. Since the first ten of 599 are too simple, he has already finished the first two lessons, and 11 and 12 are his homework for this National Day holiday.

After a few bars, he played the 599th bar of 11 more smoothly.

Hearing this, Ang Lee has turned around.

Looking at the chicken hair in front of the piano, I can't laugh or cry.

Did you say that this is not a donkey?
Obviously able to play well, but not concentrating on playing.

After being criticized, you can play it right away.

When Li An arranged these two for him before the National Day, he was a little worried that the other party would not be able to complete them, but when he saw Wang Xiaohu practicing piano every day backstage, he knew that he was worrying too much.

There is one thing to say, after Wang Xiaohu experienced the concert, the efficiency of practicing piano has improved significantly.

14 hours is enough for the other party to complete these two works.

Now it sounds like my judgment is correct.

As Wang Xiaohu finished playing, he turned his head and begged for a response.

The little expression is extremely calm.

What can Ang Lee say about this.

"You."

Talking about his position just now, he said, "What was wrong just now?"

Wang Xiaohu scratched his head: "I really forgot."

Li An pointed to the last beat of the eighth measure of the score, "How did you manage to play such a big half note for only one and a half beats?"

"You ate that half a beat?"

Pfft, Wang Xiaohu was amused.

Li An also smiled, patted Wang Xiaohu's head, and said in harmony: "Okay, let's touch the sixth item of Hanon."

[Wang Xiaohu's teacher-student index has risen to 73]

In the blink of an eye, it was time for get out of class to end.
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"Pay attention to the feeling of throwing your fingers out and then retracting them, and practice again."

After a final demonstration, Li An left the classroom.

"Knock on the door to dismiss get out of class."

Outside the door, he and Xu Li praised Wang Xiaohu's performance in this class, and by the way, learned how Wang Xiaohu practiced piano at home recently.

Xu Li smiled: "I don't understand either. I just heard that he has been practicing there, and he doesn't take much rest. Anyway, he tells me every time he finishes practicing, ah, I practiced well today."

Li An nodded, then smiled and said, "I hope he can keep it."

"Thanks to him for meeting you."

Xu Li sighed.

"I didn't even dare to think that he could sit in front of the piano on his own initiative."

Thinking about her son's changes in the past two months, Xu Li felt really uncomfortable.

Not only do I play less on my mobile phone, but also communicate better. The most important thing is that my life has become more positive.

As for these changes, she, the mother, did not participate much.

After a pause, she looked at Li An and said solemnly, "Thank you, Teacher Li."

Li An waved his hand: "I also have a destiny with Xiaohu, and I am very happy to see that he can be positive."

The two were talking when Liu Fengrui appeared in the corridor.

"Hello teacher."

"Hello Auntie."

After saying hello, Xiao Liu walked into the classroom.
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As soon as he entered the classroom, Liu Fengrui rushed to Wang Xiaohu's side, then frowned, and sniffed: "What smell?"

Then smelled Wang Xiaohu's collar: "Did you wear your mother's perfume?"

Wang Xiaohu ignored him, "What did the teacher say to my mother outside?"

Liu Fengrui squinted his eyes and recalled: "I was very happy to hear what the teacher said."

"Positive and happy?"

Wang Xiaohu was thinking about what it meant, when he heard Liu Fengrui concerned: "How is the teacher's mood today?"

How about it, Wang Xiaohu frowned, and seeing Liu Fengrui's embarrassed face, he remembered the case of being instigated by the other party to call his wife: "It's not very good, I've been criticized."

Liu Fengrui: "Damn."

Sheng Wukelian said, "I'm done."

Wang Xiaohu: "You didn't practice the piano?"

Liu Fengrui lamented: "Practice a chicken feather, how can I have time, I wrote a homework for a vacation, and now I am still short of three papers and one composition."

"Do you know how much homework we have assigned for the National Day? There are only 27 papers!"

Wang Xiaohu was speechless: "...your experiment is too scary."

He patted Liu Fengrui's shoulder lightly, and comforted him: "Think about it, there are only three papers left."

Liu Fengrui:
There were two knocks on the door.

Wang Xiaohu got up and put away the book, and finally gave Xiao Liu a cautious look: "Hold on."

After speaking, he touched the pen in his trouser pocket, and left the classroom under Xiao Liu's complex gaze.
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"Teacher, Liu Fengrui has to write 27 papers for the National Day, don't tell me what I said."

"clear."
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Li Anxin, Liu Fengrui's father told him in the last phone call that after the child entered the sixth grade this semester, he will have twice as many homework assignments as before.

It's just that he didn't expect that a primary school student would have to write 27 papers on one National Day.

Thinking about it this way, the other party can squeeze out three hours to practice the piano during this vacation, and can come to class without asking for leave.

Li An was a little relieved.

"Come on, play me and listen."

Liu Fengrui opened the score and started playing.

599 Article 24.

After listening to the four sections, Li An unexpectedly felt pretty good.

You can.
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24 is also an etude of double thirds, the right hand has continuous jumps, and the dynamic changes are obvious.

Three-degree double tone is a hard technique in piano performance.

The player's second and fourth fingers need to be lifted and lowered at the same time.

Usually people can lift fingers 1, 2, 3, and 5 very high, but they cannot lift the fourth finger very high, because the four fingers and the third finger share the same tendon, and the four fingers are very passive.

Therefore, only after the four fingers have been trained to a certain degree of independence can this technique be initially mastered.

Regarding the preliminary practice method of this technique, An Li has already handed it over to Xiao Liu in the first two lessons.

Press your hands on the table, the entire palm should be close to the table, and then only lift four fingers.

Lift up - down.

Lift up - down.

Do this action repeatedly, and avoid lifting other fingers, especially the third finger, during the action.

Through Liu Fengrui's 2- and 4-finger double-tone and three-tone playing at the moment, Li An heard that the strength and accuracy of the four-finger key-down are fairly solid.

After listening to the whole song, apart from not being proficient enough, the others are really good.

Of course, this evaluation does not rule out the fact that he lowered expectations in advance.

"Yes, the four fingers have improved."

Seeing the change in the plot, Liu Fengrui took it to heart: "Teacher, when I do my homework, I practice the four fingers according to that method."

Said you are fat, and you are still panting, Li An smiled and didn't expose it, thinking that what I praised was the improvement of your right hand and four fingers, could it be that you do your homework with your left hand?
He sat in front of the piano in the classroom, and demonstrated it fast and slow.

Regarding the technical issues of the whole song, he once again sorted out and summarized two things to tell the other party:
"The column chord accompaniment of the left hand should control the volume."

"The melody should have natural changes in strength and weakness."
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Before get out of class ended, Li An set aside 5 minutes to complain to Xiao Liu.

"27 cards, teacher!"

"A total of 27 cards!"

500 words are omitted here.

After venting, Xiao Liu heaved a sigh of relief.

"Okay, come on."

Li An gave some benefits, "8, 599 playing 8, I will teach you to play the lonely brave."

Liu Fengrui was overjoyed, and said with bared teeth, "No teacher, half of 15 is 7.5, 7.5."

李安冷笑：“7.5四舍五入还是8，8四舍五入是10，10条。”

"Don't, don't, don't, teacher, 8."

Seeing Xiao Liu's face that couldn't even smile, Li An could only sigh inwardly.

"Forget it, six."

Liu Fengrui was taken aback, he had never won the deal with Li An, today
【Liu Fengrui's teacher-student index increased to 74】

Looking at the teacher's kind eyes again, he grinned, and there is a topic for today's composition.

"Who Says My Piano Teacher Is Unreasonable"

Argumentative essay, absolutely.

"Teacher, you are so kind."

Li An smiled: "Okay, don't sell your cheating soup."

He said so, and he was quite relieved in his heart.

After seeing off Xiao Liu, he returned to the empty classroom with some sighs in his heart.

Also in the sixth grade, the four children Xiao Liu, Xiao Che, Xiao Wang, and Xiao Bei really have their own stories.

He suddenly realized.

By this time next year, these are four junior high school students, right?
by that time.

What will become of these four little guys.

Ang Lee laughed again.

This is probably one of the joys of being a teacher.

Looking through the growth files of the four of them, looking at the details of the past six months, even though Che Lin came late, she was still a good student of his.

Before he knew it, he realized that he loved and looked forward to these children more.

Chen Xuan next door had half an hour to finish class, and Li An decided to use this time to follow up on today's student growth files.

As a result, I searched around the classroom.

"Where's my pen?"

I bought it new.

Seven dollars!
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After half an hour.

Jinmao Mansion in the south of the city.

Building 27, 1302, bedrooms.

Wang Xiaohu was lying on the bed, looking at the pen in his hand, in a daze.

He regretted why he didn't rush out to return the pen to Che Lin after class was over.

He could see clearly that it was the teacher who took the pen from Che Lin's hand and put it on the piano after writing. As a result, Che Lin forgot to take it when she left.

It's all the teacher's fault.
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[Wang Xiaohu's teacher-student index dropped to 72]

Li An's chewing mouth suddenly slowed down.

Chen Xuan asked, "Huh? Isn't this dish delicious?"

The two are trying a new takeaway, which is super cheap.

After a while, Li An shook his head and swallowed it in one gulp: "It's very delicious, very good."

He hasn't finished speaking yet.

A line of red letters floated in front of my eyes again.

【Che Lin's teacher-student index dropped to 70】

Are these two cubs together?
"Ms. Chen, suppose you didn't like doing homework assigned by school when you were young, and your flute teacher asked you to do homework, would you dislike him?"

"of course."

"why?"

"Didn't you say that I don't like doing homework?"

"Then do you write or not?"

"That depends on whether I like this teacher or not."

"Didn't you say you despise him?"

"Dislike is also a kind of liking. I like him so much, and he even asked me to do my homework."

hiss.

This reasoning is a bit over the top.
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Yudong New Capital.

33 small high-rise buildings.

2703 North facing bedroom.

"Linlin, Auntie made your favorite pork ribs today, come over and eat first."

Che Lin's father stood at the door of the bedroom, pleading again in a flattering tone.

In front of the desk, Che Lin was holding a pen, with the same expression that the world has nothing to do with me.

"I have to do my homework."

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