Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 265. 260. Art Exam Story: The Driver and Reading

'Check things carefully, especially the copies of ID cards and research certificates, and pencil cases. '

Five seconds later.

Xiao Ji: "My dad has installed it for me, and I have checked it myself. Teacher, please rest for a while"

'Pay attention to safety, don't look at your phone, I will contact your dad in a while. '

After replying to Ji Yang's message, Li An sat up and rubbed his face.

The comfort from the inside out of his brain made him realize that he had slept well last night.

Woke up Chen Xuan and Li An to get out of bed and warmed up two packs of milk, and had a simple breakfast with him.

During the period, he called the volunteer junior brother who was in charge of the piano examination room, and wanted to know about the situation at the school.

Summarized in four words, there are huge crowds.

Even though it's less than 07:30 at the moment.

After checking the accompanying items, Li An drove [-] out of the bedroom, locked the bedroom door, changed his shoes and left the house with Chen Xuan.

After sending Chen Xuan across the street to Yudong's downstairs, the two happened to meet Chen Zitong who came to class, carrying a flute bag, and a short black down jacket with a skirt that was neither too long nor too short.

"Morning, Teacher Chen, morning, Teacher Li."

"morning."

Li An followed Chen Xuan and raised his hands, thinking that he hadn't seen this little girl for a while.

But it didn't take too long, why did the little girl grow a little taller again? It was because the holiday dress was different from when she was in school. In short, it made him feel like a big girl.

Both are in the sixth grade, and looking at Xiaohu and Xiaobei, they still look like two elementary school students in the fourth and fifth grades.

"You go quickly."

While talking, Chen Xuan pulled Chen Zitong who was close to him, "Be careful, I'll wait for you this afternoon."

Li An nodded and turned around. He didn't take two steps towards the side of the road when he heard a soft voice behind him, Teacher, are you getting married soon?

"I'm suing your mother."

Then there was a burst of giggles mixed with Chen Xuan's "severe" teaching.

Now these kids.

Li An shook his head while sighing, and unconsciously quickened his pace.

When he came to the side of the road, he stopped the car, but the master shook his head when he heard that he was going to Rongcheng Conservatory of Music.

"The road is too difficult to walk. I will hand over the car at nine o'clock."

Li An looked at his watch, counting the time for the master to return the car, the original 15-minute journey could not be reached in 40 minutes now.

Is this the Chengdu taxi driver he knows?

To be honest, Li An really doesn't like to take the taxi in Rongcheng, it's really scary to drive, sometimes it really has nothing to do with saving money, he would rather take the bus if he is not in a hurry.

But the old driver in front of him was actually scared.

Hey.

After all, he didn't know enough about the detailed road conditions in Rongcheng, so he miscalculated.

Reluctantly blocked the second car.

The second driver opened his mouth and said a hundred when he heard the Rongcheng Conservatory of Music.

Ang Li is already mentally prepared: "Fifty."

The driver shook his head when he heard Fifty, "Why don't you turn on the watch."

Li An thought about this morning rush hour and stopped playing the clock, "Well, just send me [-] to Tiancheng Trading."

He got off the car and walked three miles at most.

Seeing that there was no need to go further into the street, the driver let Li An get into the car.

The car headed west in the morning rush hour, and stopped at one traffic light, and some of the two traffic lights may not be passable.

"You see."

This master driver really didn't hate Li An. In this road condition, it may not be enough to hit Tiancheng Business 50 on the watch.

The driver said that most taxi drivers do not dare to mess around now, and they are afraid of being complained.

Li An didn't complain, and he didn't know the specifics of the supervision system. Anyway, he remembered that the original owner was stabbed when he first came to Rongcheng.

"I usually watch when I go to Rongcheng Conservatory of Music, so why don't I watch today?"

The driver smiled and said nothing.

Every year during the art examination period, there are all kinds of taxis, black cars, and three-wheeled motorcycles at the gates of major colleges and universities. What they earn is the "urgent" money of art candidates.

Li An experienced that once in person.

His art test was not as convenient as it is now. Most of the manual links can be solved with a few taps on the screen of the mobile APP.

When he applied for school C on the spot, he was suddenly required to show a two-inch photo with a white background. The two-inch photo with a blue background that he used to apply for A and B schools before would not work here.

What can he do in that situation? At that time, he and his father were in a remote test site outside the province. If they wanted to apply, they had to go to the current photo, but there was only one and a half hours left before the deadline for on-site registration.

Busily running to the school gate, he checked on his mobile phone on the way, and the nearest photo studio was less than three kilometers away.

The door was full of cars, and my father and I found one nearby and asked. The driver said that the photo studio was sure to queue up, and the photos in the shop were slow to be developed.

Li An was young at the time, he felt that the driver must have lied to him, and wanted to take him to a photo studio far away.

But Father Li thinks it is probably true. In such a large examination room, he must not be the only one who needs to take temporary photos. Thinking about it, there will be many people in the nearest photo studio.

So Father Li took Li An to the car directly, and now he couldn’t afford to delay for a second. The driver asked for 80 per person without counter-offering. At that time, Li An was almost in a hurry, but Father Li prepared the money without saying a word , and asked the master if he could wait for them to send them back.

The driver said yes, and it was still 80 when I came back.

The car got on, and the price was negotiated, but the driver didn't leave for a long time, and he had to wait for two more people when he asked.

Young Li An couldn't take it anymore and wanted to get out of the car. The driver said frankly in a natural tone that this is the same situation when changing cars. If every four people don't leave, I will give you 20 cheaper.

Enraged to death by the child, Father Li kept patting his legs from below.

Fortunately, there are many people going to take pictures.

After a while, two art candidates got on the bus one after another, each at eighty.

The driver did not lie. Passing by the simple photo studio that was only three kilometers away, there was a long line of people at the door.

The scene is like the print shop outside the window at this moment.

"Thank you, master."

After all, he was still an old driver. After passing the most congested section, the driver turned on the speeding mode again.

Li An left a [-] green ticket, put on a mask and got off the bus.

Looking at the anxious crowd queuing in front of him, judging by their attire, they were either parents or examinees, and he wondered why things like photocopies couldn't be prepared in advance.

The entry instructions are clearly written.

Children are big-hearted, and parents are also big-hearted?
When he took the art exam back then, except for the two two-inch photos with a white background that were temporarily requested, there were no other problems.

Of course, behind this orderliness has little to do with him, because he also has a careful father.

Crossing the road, Ang Lee saw the Red Mansion Concert Hall from a distance.

The morning light outlines the clear outline of the roof of the hall, which is full of scars but exudes a rich texture of life, just like the solemnity and memory left behind by the silent bricks and tiles after experiencing wind, rain and vicissitudes.

The Red Mansion has witnessed one batch after another of graduates coming out of the gate, and it is a new year for the art examination season. When the autumn wind returns, which new faces will it welcome to enter the gate.

Li An walked towards the red building against the wind.
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As the most concerned music test center in Chengdu, at [-]:[-], the campus is already full of people.

Human voices, various instrumental music, one after another.

The scene was so spectacular that even Li An, a veteran of the art test, couldn't help being a little excited the moment he walked into the campus gate.

"teacher!"

Just as Li An took out his mobile phone, a beautiful figure suddenly appeared from the crowd.

Today, Xiao Ji wears an exquisite black dress and long dress. The girl's unique slender waist still exudes a kind of youthful vitality in the open down jacket.

"Who did your makeup?"

Li An walked up to him in two steps, and asked with a suppressed smile, this was the first time he saw Ji Yang put on makeup.

Ji Yang pouted his nose, and said with some dissatisfaction: "I want to draw by myself, but my mother insists on drawing for me, isn't it strange?"

Li An shook his head and said truthfully, "It's very beautiful."

It's just a little mature, and the eyes are a little heavy, which slightly covers up the healthy and lively look in Ji Yang's eyes.

"Hahahaha—" Ji Yang was so proud.

"Where's your dad?"

Li An looked around, and just called Lao Ji to say that he would be at the door soon.

At this time, Ji Chengguang and Hu Rong also walked out of the crowd, and the two of them saw that they were well organized today.

Especially the few strands of hair on top of Ji Cheng's bald head, they must have been beaten, and they will not float in the wind.

"Teacher Li."

"Teacher Li."

Li An stepped forward to greet the two of them.

"You two look radiant today."

The two men smiled kindly at each other, as if nothing happened last night.

After the teachers and students assembled, they walked to a corner.

Since Ji Yang came early in the morning, his number was relatively high.

She queued up to the piano examination room No. [-], and the examination officially started at [-]:[-].

"Examination Room No. [-] is in the studio."

Li An said Ji Yang turned his head and followed, "I said it's in the studio, I played in the master class last time."

Hu Rong pulled her face: "Don't be shy, listen to the teacher."

The family of three looked at Li An again.

There is nothing to say, let's go to the queue, the early queue will end early in the morning.

"What are you talking about?"

Li An smiled, "Just go up and bow and play, if the examiner tells you to stop, just get up and bow and come out."

I don't know how many times I have said the truth of the exhortation.

Seeing how relaxed Li An said, the couple felt a lot looser.

At this time, the campus gradually quieted down.

A group of people walked out from the gate of the teaching building while watching, including Wei Sanwan, Li Qing and others.

The appearance of professors from various departments of Rongcheng Conservatory of Music added a touch of tension to the scene.

For the candidates who want to be admitted to Rongcheng College this year, their fate is undoubtedly controlled by these people.

When a group of examiners walked up the steps and scattered away, the campus was once again in commotion.

There were murmurs of discussion everywhere.

Li An glanced at Ji Yang who was on the side, and he noticed that Ji Yang's facial muscles were a little unnatural.

Then he took his family of three to the large lecture hall where candidates had a rest, and found a relatively quiet corner. He asked Ji Yang to find a place in front and turn over the pages by himself.

"Look at the notes one by one, look carefully, sing while watching, and think about the position of each note on the piano when watching."

Hearing the sound, Ji Yang quickly took out the score of the black key etude from his schoolbag, and sat in the front row by himself.

Then the three adults also sat down nearby.

After about a quarter of an hour, Hu Rong asked Li An in a low voice if he could go to wait for the exam now.

Li An looked at his watch, half an hour before the exam started, and then waved his hand.

Then his eyes returned to Ji Yang.

When the examiners came out just now, he saw Ji Yang showing nervousness again.

Appropriate tension is helpful to be on stage, and excessive tension is prone to problems.

So he wanted to distract Ji Yangtong from the way he read the staves, and there was another layer of his intention here.

Many teachers advocate not seeing or thinking about anything before going on stage, advocating a state of emptying oneself on stage

Ang Lee has reservations about this statement.

His experience is that for most people, getting ready to go on stage is a high-pressure state, in which some of the muscle memory in private practice will be diluted.

Muscle memory is a double-edged sword. It will help us make our performance more flexible, but it will also make us overly dependent.

Take a very simple example.

Many students who learn instrumental music, college students, and even graduate students can sing the music score accurately after getting a new piece of music to practice for a short period of time.

But once he has practiced this piece to the later stage to memorize memorably, and you ask him to sing it again, he may not be able to sing it completely according to his performance in the first time.

No kidding, it's true.

If you say he is not familiar with it, he can play it fluently. If you say he is familiar with it, he has to think about the sound while singing, and even simulate playing on the instrument in his mind, and find the sound from the process.

Most of the performers who are proficient in fragments off stage are mostly because of this reason.

Too much reliance on muscle memory.

Ang Lee had never seen Ji Yang go on stage, or play the piano in front of many strangers.

So he wasn't sure what Ji Yang was like when he was actually playing in front of others.

Then read the scores carefully, and do another hand-mouth-eye synchronization memory enhancement before going on stage.

Whether it's exams or performances, the habit of reading scores before going on stage has helped Ang Lee successfully complete performances many times.

He also hopes that this method can help Ji Yang.

Another quarter of an hour passed, Li An got up, walked to Ji Yang and sat down.

Ji Yang knew that the teacher was sitting next to her, but she had no time to take care of it, and after reading it all in one breath, she raised her head and let out a soft ah as if to vent.

Turning to look at Li An, baring his teeth, he said, "Teacher, I feel that I can write down the black key from beginning to end now."

Li An nodded and smiled, "Why don't you go to heaven?"

"Hahaha--"

"Pay attention to your image, you are surrounded by potential future classmates."

"Well!"

"Let's go, go to line up."
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The studio has two doors, one on the east and one on the west.

The east is the entrance of the examination room, and the west is the exit of the examination room.

The way to enter the examination room is to enter five people at a time, and allocate them according to the order of queuing.

In order to avoid unnecessary situations, Li An sent the three of them to the playground and stopped.

"I won't go to line up with you for the first test."

"Go, Master Ji."

Li An smiled and stretched out his big fist, while Ji Yang stretched out his small fist.

"come on!"

Just as Ji Yang was about to turn around, he suddenly remembered, "Teacher, you haven't had breakfast yet!"

Li An waved his hand, "Don't eat, wait until you treat me to a big meal at noon."

"okay!"

Master Xiao Ji turned around in a chic way.

The family of three walked across the playground, turned a corner into a small path, and disappeared from Ang Li's sight.

It’s time to test your teaching achievements.

This is Ji Yang's exam, so it's not his exam.

call.

Li An subconsciously took out the cigarette case from his pocket.

Just as he was about to stuff the cigarette case back into his pocket, his arms froze.

"Brother, you have already learned how to smoke."

A strange yet familiar soft voice came from behind him.
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wipe.
(End of this chapter)