Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 238 233. Dispute
Wen Xiao wanted to visit the place where Li An and Chen Xuan lived, but there was no particular reason.

She likes to find inspiration and materials from real life scenes.

As a director with an academic background, Wen Xiao has been competing with the legacy of the academic school, which emphasizes images and despises text.

She believes that good texts come from real life.

Real life is inseparable from basic necessities of food, housing, transportation, eating, drinking and drinking, as well as firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea.

From these two days of contact and observation, she thinks that Ang Lee is a good story text.

So she wanted to take a look at the place where Ang Lee lived.

Of course, this is just her personal wish, which has nothing to do with this job.

If Chen Xuan disagrees, she can only say that she is a little regretful, after all, a home is a private existence for everyone.

Wen Xiao, like Fu Tianming, gave off a warm and friendly feeling when he smiled.

Faced with such a smile, it was difficult for Chen Xuan to make a choice for a while. She followed her heart and didn't like her residence to be visited by people, especially two people she didn't know well.

But she also knew that the other party was currently in a cooperative relationship with Li An.

"Or if it's convenient, can you describe it for me?"

Wen Xiao proposed another plan, and was about to take out his business card as he spoke.

"Are you free tonight?"

Chen Xuan mentioned that Li An complied with this request.

"Thank you."

Wen Xiao handed over his business card.

Chen Xuan took it, and raised her head in surprise: "Are you the director?"

Wen Xiao smiled: "At present, there are no unemployed directors for any works."

Chen Xuan turned to the back of the business card, on the back was Wen Xiao's brief personal introduction, London School of Film Studies, Communication University of Huaguo.

"Hua Chuan."

"I went to your school when I was a sophomore."

Wen Xiao: "You also studied in Yanjing University?"

Chen Xuan: "Hua Guo Conservatory of Music."

Wen Xiao: "Coincidentally, I made a short film in your school in 17. Do you know Teacher Zhao Qinghua?"

Chen Xuan seemed to think of something, and for a moment: "So you took the picture of Yunzheng!"

When Wen Xiao was told this, she smiled a little embarrassedly and asked, "Have you seen it?"

Chen Xuan nodded: "At that time, the school released it for several days in a row. I watched one by myself and one with my roommates. It was really good."

Wen Xiao clasped her fists in thanks: "Thank you, thank you.

In 17, Wen Xiao’s small studio received a job offer, which was introduced to him by her senior brother. The 16th grade graduates of the Guzheng major in the Folk Music Department of Huaguo Academy wanted to make a short video for their teacher as a graduation thank you gift.

It is a pity to say that this is Wen Xiao's first solo work.

"Mr. Zhao was not feeling well at the time, so there was no way to make up some of the later shots. He must have retired as an old man."

Chen Xuan: "Ms. Zhao retired when I was in my junior year, but later on I often meet him for a walk on campus, and he looks pretty good."

Recalling those years, Wen Xiao felt a little emotional: "Ms. Zhao has devoted her whole life to the cause of folk music education."

"Yes."

Chen Xuan recalled the scene when she went to Yanjing to visit Teacher Xiao last time. They had shed their youthful shell and grown up, and their teacher was also getting old slowly as time went by.

Wen Xiao: "Hey, what year did you graduate?"

Chen Xuan: "19 years."

Wen Xiao: "It's been almost three years since you graduated. You're not a local, are you?"

Chen Xuan: "I'm from Yanshi, and I came to Rongcheng last spring."

Wen Xiao: "A high-achieving student from the Huaguo Conservatory of Music, who traveled a long distance to Rongcheng in the second year after graduating from university, willing to work as a flute teacher in a training institution."

"It's not because of love, is it?"

Chen Xuan: "Do all directors like gossip so much?"

Wen Xiao smiled: "It's just that I like gossip."

Chen Xuan: "I met him only when I came to Rongcheng."

Wen Xiao: "So there is a story in it."

The mobile phone on the table vibrated suddenly, Chen Xuan picked up the mobile phone and took a look, "Sorry, I'm going to have a teaching and research meeting here, about four to ten minutes."

Wen Xiao: "You are busy and you are busy. It just so happens that I also want to go to other places."
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two hours later.

Classroom four.

Fu Tianming and Li An were already sweating profusely from chatting, and Li An not only wanted to move his mouth, but also his hands.

For example, Fu Tianming wanted to listen to the second movement of pathos, and Li An played it for him, but he was interrupted by Fu Tianming's soliloquies.

"This place is wrong, it's not right, it's not right."

At this time, Li An had to stop and cast a questioning look, you want to teach me to play the piano again?
Fu Tianming hurriedly said: "No, I'm still talking about myself."

Ang Lee was speechless, "You are a screenwriter, shouldn't this place use inner monologues?"

Fu Tianming didn't seem to hear it, and directly filtered out Li An's complaints: "Li An, can you create again?"

Li Ang thought his ears were blind: "Didn't you ask me to adapt Beethoven?"

Fu Tianming nodded seriously: "Is it possible?"

Ang Lee began to doubt his teammate:
"Brother, are you crazy? This is a special Beethoven piano concert. It is neither a commemoration nor a concept. The request given by the academy is to play four Beethoven sonatas within 10 minutes."

"Original! Original! Do you understand?"

Classroom No. [-] suddenly fell into silence because of Li An's raised voice.

Li An took a deep breath, "Sorry."

His tone just now was indeed a little aggressive, and his tone was a little heavier.

But from his point of view, it is very understandable, there are only a few days left before this concert.

He didn't know about the temporary replacement of the stage director. He thought he could solve a series of problems when he went to school yesterday, but he chatted all afternoon inexplicably.

However, although.

Including the conversation between him and Fu Tianming two hours ago, he was full of more fantasies about this concert, but fantasies have to be based on reality.

Ang Lee now just wants to finalize the order of the tracks and the brief introduction of the program as quickly as possible, and then issue posters and tickets.

time does not wait.

But what did the two of them do for these two hours.

Endless waste of time on pointless issues.

He respected Fu Tianming's career and admired Fu Tianming's unconstrained imagination, but this proposal had already touched his bottom line.

First, the Academy will not agree. If Mr. Wei knew that he would be scolded to death by adapting Beethoven's works in such a concert, and he personally did not want to
Second, time does not allow, he no longer has extra time to make any changes to the sheet music of any work.

But even so, Li An still felt that his tone just now was a bit too much.

"Feel sorry."

He apologized again.

And Fu Tianming seems to have a natural ability to filter other people's words.As if nothing had happened, he asked, "If the academy agrees, can you do it?"

Li An responded calmly again: "As I said, the time is too short, and I can't do it. I am not a composer major. I can try to change an ordinary work. Let me change Bedo in such a short time." Fern's work, impossible."

Fu Tianming still didn't want to give up: "Is it possible not at all?"

Li An was defeated, and he wondered if his language expression ability had malfunctioned, "Impossible."

Fu Tianming sighed regretfully, "Okay, okay, I see."

At this time, Li An received a WeChat message from Chen Xuan.

"Wen Xiao and Chen Xuan agreed to go to my house for dinner tonight."

Fu Tianming was stunned: "Did she agree to go to your house for dinner?"

Li An was amused by Fu Tianming's expression, and joked, "Are you coming?"

Only then did Fu Tianming come to his senses: "Ah, you and Chen Xuan?"

"Chen Xuan is my girlfriend."

After saying that, Ang Lee turned around, and then continued to play where he had stopped just now.

Ten seconds later, Fu Tianming called to stop again.

"Ann Lee, I have a new idea."

"Don't, don't frown. I didn't change a single note this time. You said that if we gave each work a title that fits the tastes of young people today, would it be a mess?"

Ang Li: "I've considered it too, but I guess the academy won't be able to pass the trial."

Fu Tianming patted his chest: "Leave it to me."

Li Ang: "Are you sure?"

Fu Tianming smiled triumphantly: "I'll give you good news tonight."

"Go on, Master Li, we haven't finished our task today."
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Another two hours later.

18: 47.

In the dim nine-story hall, only the sound of the piano was heard from afar, occasionally mixed with a few arguments.

In the west office, the two girlfriends were growling with hunger.

But none of them took the initiative to go to classroom No. [-] to ask: what time do you finish.

"Then which of you usually cleans up the house more?"

"He, actually, I'm quite lazy. Seeing him tidy up the house so neatly, sometimes I feel embarrassed, so I will take the initiative to do more when he is busy, how about you?"

"It was alright when we first moved in together. We pretended to be nice to each other, but we didn't persist for half a month. Both of us were exposed. We started to compete with each other and be lazy. The takeaway we ordered the day before yesterday is still on the table today."

"You are busy with work."

"Hey, there are also reasons for work. Sometimes when you are in a hurry to catch up with the work schedule, you just stay up all night. When you wake up, you have to keep busy. Maybe it will be the next day when you go back home. I don't want to do anything, and I don't want to bend over more, so now we don't talk about each other, and we call cleaning regularly."

"I can understand you if you think about it."

"Mutual harm."

The two women gossiped and laughed with each other, and another hour passed.

Suddenly the corridor became quiet, and then the two looked in the direction of the door.

With the sound of two footsteps approaching, Wen Xiao raised her camera again.

The first one to walk into the camera was Fu Tianming, with a bright face.

Then Ang Lee appeared with a tired face.
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"Drink some, drink some, I'll find a substitute driver at night, if you can't drink, just drink less."

The four young people stopped at the intersection in front of Harmony Square, Fu Tianming thought they should drink something today.

Li An nodded: "Okay, if you have nothing to do at night, you can have a drink."

Chen Xuan has already ordered the grilled fish takeaway, she doesn't want Li An to cook after a hard day.

Ang Lee: "White beer?"

Fu Tianming: "Anything is fine, the guest is up to the host."

When they were about to go downstairs, Li An asked Chen Xuan to take Wen Xiao and the two of them up first. He was going to buy wine. Seeing Fu Tianming's posture, there might not be enough stock at home.

"I'll go with you."

Seeing that Fu Tianming was going to follow Li An, the second daughter went upstairs first.

"I have to shoot a cucumber in a while."

"Okay, do you want peanuts?"

"all."
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One person and one box of beer moved out of the elevator, and the door of 2501 was opened.

Looking over, Fu Tianming was as shocked as Wen Xiao was ten minutes ago.

"I am grass."

Fu Tianming walked into the living room door and looked around, "You and Mr. Chen are really two artists."

"Stop."

Li An followed into the room and closed the door, scolding with a smile: "Have you ever seen such a shabby artist?"

Fu Tianming curled his lips: "I don't understand, let Director Wen explain this living room to us."

Wen Xiao talked to Fu Tianming lazily. At this moment, she was standing in front of the French window of the balcony, looking at the crack on the gray cement wall.

Cropped verdant foliage was pasted on both sides of the crack.

In Wen Xiao's eyes, this is no longer a gap in the wall.

There are too many morals to read here.

Was it posted by Ang Lee, Xuan Chen, or someone else.

"What are you looking at?"

After a while, Fu Tianming came over holding the speechless Bawan.

For a moment, he was also attracted by this crack in the wall.

day.

Fu Tianming felt that his desire to create was completely ignited almost at this moment.

The two looked at each other, and they both found the same thing in each other's eyes.

At this time, there was a rattling sound from the kitchen, and the two looked at the same time.

Under dim light.

Li An was bending over the chopping board with his back to them, and Chen Xuan was wiping the table at the dining table.

Everything was so natural, so natural that Wen Xiao didn't dare to breathe loudly, for fear of destroying the state of the characters in the set.

She gently raised the camera.

Looking at Chen Xuan in the camera looking at her, that faint smile seemed to melt her heart.

Isn't this the heroine of this story?

Wen Xiao had an impulse at this moment, she wanted to make an urban movie about a young piano teacher.

If possible, she would like Li An, Chen Xuan and even the girl named Ji Yang in the afternoon to be actors.

With a real person acting a real thing, she doesn't even need the screenwriter beside her.

The more she thought about it, the more her heart became more and more excited. She felt that she had to calm down and think about it.
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Four young people, two couples, a grilled fish, and a table of beer.

The first cup is planned to celebrate the concert.

The last cup wishes the concert to be held smoothly.

After drinking and eating, the four of them started the night chat mode.

Talking about the hottest Internet at present, Fu Tianming said that the short video era is an opportunity for everyone.

"We are also doing various experiments."

Whoever can win more traffic in the future will be able to go higher and faster.

Fu Tianming: "Li An, do you play Douyin or something like that?"

Ang Lee: "I seldom use Douyin, but occasionally I upload some music works on Bilibili."

Fu Tianming: "What kind of works are they for teaching?"

Ang Lee: "I don't do teaching, basically I just do some classical piano works, and I also recorded some ensembles with Chen Xuan."

Fu Tianming: "Are there many people paying attention?"

Ang Lee: "Not many, most of them are piano lovers, and the audience for classical music is relatively narrow."

Fu Tianming: "Your thinking is a bit one-sided. The audience for classical music is indeed narrow, but music has always been a big part. Why do you have to tie piano and classical music so rigidly?"

"According to the public's preferences, keeping up with hot spots and finding out your own positioning may not necessarily mean you have no chance."

Ang Lee: "Let's do this for the time being. I don't have the energy to do this now. Let's wait for the next stage."

(End of this chapter)