Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 239. 234. What is a Surprise?
Chat back to real life from the hot Internet platform.

Calm gradually replaced laughter.

Under the lens of the camera, the four young people who have already started to move towards the threshold of [-] have revealed some personal pressure in their words to varying degrees.

Fu Tianming seemed to be trying to prove himself right.

Wen Xiao expressed dissatisfaction with the current film and television industry.

Chen Xuan feels that she still lacks social experience.

Li An is more down-to-earth than the three of them, and he hopes to have a foothold in Rongcheng as soon as possible.

"Paying down the mortgage is always more at ease than paying the rent."

Fu Tianming expressed different views on this: "Big cities have the advantages of big cities, and small cities also have the advantages of small cities."

Ang Lee does not deny Fu Tianming's statement, but everyone's growth and living environment is different, and their personal pursuits and perspectives are also different.

For him personally, compared with his hometown, Rongcheng has more development opportunities, a higher income level, better educational resources and medical conditions, and more abundant commercial facilities.

This sentence undoubtedly expresses the aspirations of young people who want to buy a house in a big city.

The house is not just a spiritual sustenance for these foreigners who desire to take root in a city and be accepted by a city.

Still a real sense of security.

Compared with the warm veil on 2501, Ang Lee pays more attention to the sense of security brought by the residence.

When the time came to ten o'clock, it was time for Fu Tianming and Wen Xiao to go back.

Before leaving, the two insisted on helping to clean up the leftovers.

The four of them worked together, and after a while the living room returned to its original appearance.

Li An took the coat and was about to send the two of them downstairs, Fu Tianming waved his hand, "Don't send it off, you have been tossing you all day, take a rest and wait for my good news."

After finishing speaking, he left with two bags of garbage and Wen Xiao.

"bye."

"bye."

After watching the two of them get on the elevator, Li An and Chen Xuan returned to the living room.

It's been a rough day today.

Finally, I can be quiet for a while.

Ang Lee: "How is it?"

Chen Xuan: "Two interesting people."

The two met and smiled.

"You take a break, I'll call Teacher Wei."

"Ah."

Li An picked up the phone and went back to the bedroom, Chen Xuan sat in front of the computer and searched Wen Xiao's personal information.

The one that catches the eye is Yunzheng.

'Young director Wen Xiao's works'
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After the plan was finalized, Li An wanted to call Wei Sanwan back.

By the way, he wanted to know where Fu Tianming came from.

It's normal for him not to be paid. The newcomer got such a big opportunity to give a recital on the road. To be honest, he would be willing to let him post some money.

But after two days of contact, Fu Tianming is a planner with considerable stage experience, so why didn't the other party pay him.

There is no need for Fu Tianming to lie to him on this issue.

The call is connected.

"Teacher, I'm bothering you so late, I have a plan here."

Li An first reported the progress of the communication with Fu Tianming in the past two days, including some possible assumptions, which he fully explained without reservation.

Sure enough, Wei Sanwan heard that the two little bastards wanted to adapt Beethoven's works.

"Bullshit."

Fortunately, this plan was rejected by Li An in advance.

After listening to the plan that the two finally decided on, Wei Sanwan still felt that it was a little inappropriate, but considering it from another perspective, today's classical concerts should also try to develop in the direction of catering to young people.

Maybe the ideas of the two young people can spark something with the audience.

"What did Yuan Li say?"

Hearing Li Yuan, Li An's heart tightened. This person is the big boss of Rongcheng Yuan, and he is notoriously old-fashioned in the school.

"I didn't know that Dean Li was also involved in this concert. No one from Li Yuan has contacted me. I'll call you first."

On the other end of the phone, Wei Sanwan was full of doubts when he heard Li An's words, "Didn't you go to school yesterday afternoon, haven't you two met?"

Li An was also confused, "See you, we had dinner together just now."

Wei Sanwan probably understood, co-author Li An still doesn't know where Fu Tianming came from.

"Fu Tianming is our Li Yuan's son."

Li An fell into a state of sluggishness.

After two seconds.

".The kind born? Not illegitimate??"

Wei Sanwan: "Nonsense."

This TM's.
good guy..
No wonder, no wonder.

No wonder they didn't get paid at all.

No wonder he dared to reassure himself that even an adaptation of the work was sure to win the approval of the leaders of the House of Commons.

clear.

After a long time, it turned out that he was the current prince of the Rongcheng Conservatory of Music.

"Teacher, I understand. You should go to bed early."

Well, you Fu Tianming, you have hidden it really deep.

Surprise.
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Back in the living room, Li An came to the computer, and a movie was playing on the screen.

"This is?"

"Wen Xiao made a short documentary in our school. You can watch it when you have time. It's very good."

Chen Xuan clicked pause and turned her head, "What did Teacher Wei say?"

Li An shook his head: "It doesn't matter what Teacher Wei said, now we have to see what Li Yuan says."

Chen Xuan: "Principal?"

Ang Li: "Vice President, she is in charge of this concert."

moment.

"Fu Tianming is Li Yuan's son."

"what?"

"A true son."
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After washing up and going to bed, the two have already begun to imagine how the next concert will go smoothly.

With Li Yuan's support, Li An didn't have to worry about the next thing at all.

His only concern now is how many votes he will get.

The large concert hall of Rongcheng Academy has only 354 seats.

According to the usual practice, the places reserved for leaders at all levels must be subtracted from this. For a concert with the compound as the sponsor, it is justified not to invite leaders from all walks of life.

Whether people come or not is up to them, you have to invite them, and you have to reserve a seat first.

The second is that leading professors at all levels of the college, it is stingy to give three or five tickets per person.

As a piano concert, Wei Sanwan greeted Li Ang from the very beginning, and the piano department also set aside a special part of the tickets, and these tickets were distributed to the teachers of the piano department.

Li An doesn't know about the other teachers. As far as Teacher Wei is concerned, not counting the students in Wei's class, just counting the local art candidates in Rongcheng this year and next, there are eleven people in total. This is eleven Tickets are out.

Finally, there are co-organizers and bigwigs in the Chengdu circle.

Twenty to thirty tickets should be reserved for the co-organizers.

As for the bigwigs in the Rongcheng circle, there are not many of them.

For example, the director of the Music Department of Rongcheng Normal University, who has been friends with Wei Sanwan for many years, will you give me ten or eight if you ask.

You have to give it. What you give is not a ticket, but face. People want five tickets, and you only give face if you give ten tickets.

People in flower sedan chairs carry people, and these people are all prominent figures in the piano education circle in Chengdu.

Internally, everyone operates independently, and externally, everyone is a community of interests.

You have to give enough face.

This face is given by Wei Sanwan, my favorite student is holding a concert, everyone come to join me.

As for Li An, the person involved, I can only ask all the teachers to come and guide me.

The above tickets are all official affairs.

Even though he knew that there would definitely be absentees when the tickets were sent out, and it is estimated that there were quite a few absentees. You are not Lin Langyundi.

But no way.

So how many tickets will fall into Ang Lee's hands by then?

He was worried that the votes in his hand were not enough.

Don't talk about the far away, just talk about the ones around you.

Eight students, at least two per person.

This was not discussed, no matter how tight he was, he would have to squeeze out these sixteen tickets.

Next is the west office.

In the west office, one is single and two are married, this is a must.

Coming over is the teaching group, the piano teaching group must have colleagues, the teachers of the other two teaching groups are just fine, and the two team leaders have to be sent.

Qin Yong has already asked for five tickets, and Lao Dong has been taking care of himself. A family of three gets three tickets.

There are also Wang Meili's family of three, and three more.

As for the old principal who has never met before, Mr. Wei said that he will find someone to give this ticket.

There are three other campuses left, one campus has ten cards, and he doesn't have any more.

In the end, it was the ticket that Sun Yuman asked for, and Chen Xuan agreed to it at the dinner table. At that time, she would not be able to show Chen Xuan's face.

Therefore, Sun Yuman's tickets must not only be given in place, but also the location must be selected.

"At least 100."

Li An, who had a farther personal relationship, couldn't afford to forget about it.

Li An stopped writing, looking at the densely packed notes, the pressure was a bit stressful, not knowing it, but even more stressful.

"And Sister Mingyu and Haitao, you don't count them."

Chen Xuan reminded from the side.

Li An sighed: "The two of them still have people who are in the school, so don't forget about it."

"They are all on their own. At that time, they will have to help to control the gate, and they will definitely not be full. After the concert starts, they can find time to do it themselves."

"Help me think about who else's votes I missed."

Chen Xuan frowned: "You have stayed in Rongcheng for seven years, and I have only been here for less than a year. I don't know what friends you had before."

Li An shook his head: "After graduation, most of them have no contact, and those who have contact are not in Rongcheng."

Chen Xuan nodded. She wanted to tease Ang Li's ex-girlfriends, but she didn't want to make trouble anymore.

"Let me think again."

"Who else?"

A figure suddenly popped up in Chen Xuan's mind, "Lin Youyou."

Li An slapped his forehead, he was thinking about Lin Youyou before, why did he forget about Lin Youyou just now.

Then he made up a Lin Youyou in the notebook, "Let's give her five first, and see if she has enough time, let's talk about it if it's not enough."

Thinking of Lin Youyou, Li An wrote down the names of Zhao Jiachen, Li Rui and Ma Peng on the side.

These three are senior brothers who graduated from Rongcheng Academy a few grades older than him, natives of Rongcheng, and young workers who are currently active in music education or related circles in Rongcheng.

The first two had some friendship with him before, and the latter met through Jia Mingyu during the video recording of the game.

Let's count these people too, and when there are spare votes, we will be close to these people, so that we can meet each other in the future.

"And that's all."

Li An buckled the cap of his pen and went through the counted number of people again.

"There should be no omissions."

Chen Xuan's face was serious: "Think about it again."

Li An was taken aback, what other important person was left behind by him?
In the next second, he found the answer to the question from Chen Xuan's dissatisfied expression.

"When the time comes, I will sit on the piano bench, and you can just sit next to me."

"Fuck you, I don't."

"Then tell me where you want to sit, or arrange for you to sit next to Li Yuan?"

"I hate it, I don't care, anyway, you have to arrange a place that satisfies me when the time comes."

"Don't worry, you are satisfied."

Li An said, got out of bed and turned off the lights, then returned to the bed and hugged Chen Xuan into his arms.

"sleep."
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On one side, Li An went to sleep with peace of mind, and on the other side, Fu Tianming had already started a new job.

On the computer screen in the studio, the conversation between him and Ang Lee on the first day was being played.

He needed to rethink the playbook copy.

That's right.

10 minutes ago, his plan with Li An was shot dead.

The executioner was his own mother.

There was no anger, no sadness, at this moment he could only force himself to remain calm.

He will be on stage the day after tomorrow, so tonight he must settle this matter and give Li An a proper explanation.

Wen Xiao just listened to the obedience of the mother and son the whole time.

How should I put it, there is no problem with what the two of them said.

It's just that there is an era gap in between.

So she has some regrets.

She went to the computer and helped Fu Tianming squeeze his stamina, "Actually, most of your ideas are still usable, just make some adjustments in the presentation form and text."

Fu Tianming looked at the scene of the three people laughing on the screen and said firmly: "No, it's not okay to change it at all. In my opinion, it is already a finished painting, and it will be wrong if it loses a touch of flavor."

Seeing this, Wen Xiao moved a chair and sat next to Fu Tianming, then looked at his watch, "Then come on, and try to go to bed before dawn."

Fu Tianming scratched his head in embarrassment, "Hey, my wife has to stay up late with me again, and my heart aches."

Wen Xiao: "Do you know what I like most about you?"

Fu Tianming: "Naturally it's my handsome facial features."

Wen Xiao smiled: "Shameless."

After talking and joking, the warm-up was over, and the husband and wife team started their busy night.

Both of them knew that it would not be an easy task to redo a high-level plan that everyone was satisfied with.

Two hours passed in a flash, and there were still only two lines of text to the left of the cursor on Fu Tianming's word document.

He just can't escape the word "new".

From the beginning of the petition to participate in this matter, he wanted to create a "new" classical concert stage and wanted to break the tradition.

During this period, Wen Xiao was also working hard to conceive, but he also couldn't figure out a new clue.

Suddenly thinking of the crack in the wall that was photographed in Li An's rented house today, she seemed to have grasped something.

Then she called up the video, starting from the gap in the wall, and the picture was finally frozen at the piano against the wall.

Staring at the milk tea cup on the piano and the plastic fake flower inserted in it for a long time.

Gray walls, dim light, easily visible flower pots, white flowers, and a neat stack of Beethoven scores.

For a moment, her eyes lit up, and she found the feeling.

"The video from the day before yesterday."

Fu Tianming hurriedly played the conversation in the studio again on the computer.

Two and a half hours, during which Fu Tianming did not say a word.

After reading it, Wen Xiao began to recall every detail of getting along with Li An today, recalling his thoughts at that time.

Combining all the above, Wen Xiao let out a sigh of relief five minutes later.

"Looking for Huaguo-style expressions in Beethoven's music."

Surprise!

Fu Tianming seems to have opened up Ren and Du's two veins through these fifteen words.

This will be a conversation spanning two centuries.

On one side are the masters of the era who have made great achievements in Western music.

The other side is just an ordinary piano teacher among all living beings.

The most wonderful thing is that he is still worrying about not being able to afford a house.

(End of this chapter)