Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 320 21. Unusual Warm Classroom
"Okay, okay, Li Gong, go back and be with your son."

The person who spoke was a middle-aged man with a round face, named Ma Changying, who could be regarded as Lao Li's former apprentice, and is now the team leader of the security inspection department of the No. [-] Mine.

Lao Li was able to be transferred from the underground to the office, firstly because he was old, and secondly because Ma Changying gave him a favor.

Lao Li was not supposed to be on duty today. In the morning, a young colleague of Lao Li sent a message to Lao Li, wanting to change shifts with Lao Li. Lao Li thought that he was fine, so he agreed.

He had a meal with Ma Changying in the cafeteria at noon, and they started chatting since the meal, and they have been chatting until now.

"Then I'll go."

Lao Li looked at his watch, and it was almost four o'clock, "I'll go back and ask you about that musical instrument."

Ma Changying stood up and saw them off, "Don't worry, don't worry."

Ma Changying's daughter saw a program of playing the guzheng at the Spring Festival Gala. It was very pleasant to hear, and she wanted to learn it. Ma Changying knew that Lao Li's son was engaged in this kind of thing. I inquired with Lao Li.

But Lao Li didn't understand, "I'll give you a letter tonight."

After Lao Li left the office, Ma Changying sat back in his office chair and chatted with Lao Li for an afternoon. He heard from Lao Li that Li An can earn [-] yuan a month now, so let alone the envy in his heart.

If someone else said this, he felt that he was bragging in his heart, but no one in the mine knew it, and Lao Li did not tell lies.

He really underestimated Lao Li before.

You said that after digging coal all his life in this corner, he could finally give away a son who was engaged in art in a big city.

Who to talk to about this.

Hey, people are all fate.
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Coming out of the vegetable market, Lao Li then boarded his little electric donkey and rode slowly towards home.

All the way home, his thoughts were on Li An.

For a while, I wondered how my son was doing in class, for a while, I wondered when my son would come back later, and for a while, I wondered about going to the hospital with my son the day after tomorrow.

Lao Li knew very well in his heart that his son spent so much time thinking that he wanted to take him to the hospital to have a look at his legs.

Look, it's just such a disease, and it's not like I haven't seen it before, but what should I do if I find out some other problems this time.

Lao Li was also afraid.

But he didn't want his son to go out and miss him, which would affect his work and life.

After thinking about it, it was just to let Li An go back with peace of mind.

Go check it out.

After going upstairs, he told An's mother what he was thinking, and An's mother said that it was definitely fine.

Comfortingly, he still did not forget to complain, "With all your troubles, if you really have any illness, you can wait until now."

Old Li sighed: "Didn't Lao Deng get checked for liver cancer right after he retired?"

An's mother: "He inherited it from the family. You forgot that his elder sister passed away because of this illness. We also went there at that time."

"Worry about this and that. If you don't get sick, you will worry about getting sick sooner or later. Just listen to your son honestly and do a full body checkup."

An Ma said as she took out a large piece of frozen mutton from the refrigerator, turned around and put it on the chopping board, "I can rest assured."

After a while, Lao Li looked at An Ma's back and grinned, "Put this piece of meat away, let us eat it ourselves."

An's mother turned her head: "Isn't this piece ready for him to take away? Let it melt first, then cut it up and freeze it, so it will be convenient for them to eat at that time."

Lao Li: "I won't bring it. I just went to the vegetable market to ask about the butcher's shop we bought from. Just give me the address. How much catty do you want, what part do you want, how to cut it, and you pay for it. , they will send it to you the next day.”

"I was thinking of sending some to Ji Chengguang and his family, so I went to ask, but the person said that if you send a lot, the postage will be cheaper, so it's better to send it together with Li An's, and the meat is fresh. , and save him trouble on the road."

An Ma understood: "Then what shall we have for dinner?"

Lao Li: "Hey, I'm not even hungry, are you hungry?"

An Ma: "Not hungry."

Lao Li: "Forget it, don't do it, anyone who is hungry at night can go and eat."

The couple went back to the living room to watch TV.

Looking at Lao Li, he suddenly asked, "Why do you think Li An taught others?"

An's mother: "I don't know, if you want to know, just go and have a look."

An Ma was just joking, but Mr. Li took it seriously.

As soon as the left and right were combined, he got up and put on his clothes.

"What are you going to do?" Mama An was surprised.

Lao Li couldn't help laughing: "Shall I go to the master class too?"

An's mother: "Why are you going to make trouble, don't let you in, just go?"

Old Li said with a straight voice, "I can't get in with my father? Are you going?"

Seeing that Lao Li was really going, Ma An hurriedly got up to stop her, "Do you know where it is?"

"Just the newly built cultural center in the old turntable? Didn't he talk about it yesterday?" Lao Li asked, "Are you going?"

Ma An hesitated for a moment: "I won't go."

Old Li Xin said that he would not pull him down, "I'm leaving."

He wants to see what class he can charge 800 yuan.

That bastard taught me a lesson the night before.

"Slow down the road."
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Lao Li thought it would be too soon, so he hummed cheerfully all the way under the silver moonlight, and rode his bicycle to the entrance of the cultural center, looking at a row of cars parked in front of the building in the courtyard from afar.

"Master, can you ride in?"

The security guard at the gate is actually much older than Lao Li.

But from a distance, it looks like two little old men are talking.

Originally, the old security guard didn’t plan to ask anything. It was already afternoon, and people kept coming, so he didn’t even bother to ask. If he didn’t know, he thought that some leader was having a meeting inside. As soon as Lao Li opened his mouth, the security guard asked, “You What are you doing?"

Old Li smiled kindly and said, "I'm here for music class."

The security guard looked up and down, and thought that this handsome man also came to the music class, "Go in, don't park indiscriminately, there is a special parking place for electric vehicles."

"Don't worry." Lao Li twisted his right hand, and the little e-donkey drove into the gate of the cultural center derderderly.

Park the car, Lao Li steps up in the morning.

As soon as I looked up, I saw the red banner in front of the museum door, tsk tsk, they are all young pianists.

Lao Li approached, and there was a large poster at the door.

The poster was wider than the wall of his house, and it was magnificent. In the middle of the poster, Li An was sitting in front of a big piano. He was well dressed and looked like a pianist.

This promotional image is well organized, he thought to himself, it's just that the words on it are a little bit on.

Take a closer look, the three elements are not satisfied.

Entering the door is the hall of the cultural center. When Lao Li came back, he didn't know where the concert hall was, and there was no one around when he looked around.

He suddenly heard movement on the stairs to the south, so he walked over.

Once on the second floor, he saw banners and small posters again.

That's right, because he heard Li An's voice coming from the door next to the poster.

A staff member with a sign was sitting at the door.

This time, Old Li Zhang was more careful. Seeing that the door was wide open, he didn't ask any more questions, and just walked straight over.

"Hey, wait a minute, wait a minute."

"Hey, hey." Lao Li responded, pricked his left crutch, and stopped, but his eyes kept looking around the door.

The staff stopped him and said in a low voice, "Master, this is a vegetable market, so we don't want to wander around. There are people in the market who are in class, so you can't go in. You can go to another place."

After the staff finished speaking, Lao Li pointed inside, lowered his head and whispered, "The child is in class, I'll go in and listen."

As soon as Lao Li finished speaking, he was scrutinized again from top to bottom.

The staff member asked: "What class are you taking?"

Lao Li's face froze, he looked back at the staff, and said in a teaching tone: "Piano lessons, I understand, Czerny Beethoven, my living room is full of books by these people."

"There is such an old stack." Lao Li gestured with his hands as he spoke.

The staff was amused by Lao Li's expression and words, and they took Lao Li as the parent of some child in their hearts, and couldn't help joking, "Can you play?"

Lao Li shook his head, then said mysteriously, "But my son is very good at playing."

This uncle is really interesting, the staff smiled and waved his hands, "Go in and listen to it, you will know what you can play after listening."

"thank you."

Lao Li walked in the door on crutches. This was the first time in his life that he entered a concert hall.

In the distance, Li An was sitting on a chair in front of the stage with a microphone in his hands, as if he was sitting on the sofa at home watching TV.

"If you have no questions, then we will start the second half."

The voice of talking in class is also very friendly.

Lao Li admired it, and he really admired it in his heart. If he was asked to sit under the stage lights and speak with a microphone, so many people below were watching, and some of them even took pictures with their mobile phones. Tsk tsk, he felt uncomfortable just thinking about it.

The cat sat down in the penultimate row of empty seats, and Lao Li began to observe.

At this moment, a girl with a ponytail raised her hand and stood up.

"Mr. Li, I want to ask how you practice the piano?"

The girl Ang Lee remembers is not a student of Teacher Qi. She played the first movement of Mozart's K457 Sonata in the first half, playing it just like the question asked at the moment, vaguely.

Undoubtedly belittling the child and the child's teacher, it's just that the question is too general, even though he knows what the other party wants to ask.

"Well, if it's convenient, can you tell me more about your situation."

Li An guided, got up and left the chair, and came to the edge of the stage near the girl,

He intends to expand on this issue in detail, because he knows that this is a problem for most of the art candidates present.

Girl: "Mr. Li, I set myself four hours a day to practice piano every day."

Ang Lee: "Not bad, not bad."

Girl: "But I don't know how to allocate this time. For example, I have one hour for scales, one hour for etudes, and two hours for music. Is my arrangement reasonable?"

Sure enough, the ponytail girl's question caused a commotion in the audience.

As Ang Lee expected, it seems that everyone wants to express something about this issue.

"In addition, I also want to ask you, how can I judge whether the piece I am playing now meets my current level. I always feel that this piece is a bit difficult for me, but the teacher said that I have no problem."

Probably because she felt that she said something bad about her teacher, the girl suddenly didn't know what to say next, and she was a little at a loss for a while.

"Yeah, I understand, I understand."

Li An smiled and motioned for the other party to sit down.

"Let me say a digression first. If you have any problems during the practice, you should communicate with the teacher as soon as possible, especially when you don't know why the teacher asked you to do this. If you don't say it, your teacher will think you are ok , I have also encountered this situation.”

"I have a student who got the etude I assigned and had the same problem as you when she practiced. She didn't dare to tell me. When I finally found out, she had already practiced the problem."

Speaking of which, Li An intentionally or unintentionally looked at Xiao Ji who was in the left-hand position in the first row.

Xiao Ji was ashamed.

Undoubtedly, the teacher must be talking about the tempo of the two etudes by Kramer.

Seeing Xiao Ji scratching his head and sticking out his tongue, Li Anxin laughed that he still had the vigor of playing Moonlight III just now, he looked like a cold-faced killer just now, but now he is a shy girl.

"but."

Li An's voice changed, "She can practice more than eight hours a day during her exam preparation."

The audience was in an uproar.

More than eight hours!

God!

More than eight hours!

As expected of being Teacher Li's student, it's too hard!
Old Ji knew that it was Ji Yang that Li An was talking about. He looked around and saw that Ji Yang's face was blushing.

"She even got up secretly to practice more than once at night."

This time the audience was silent.

But Ang Li didn't digress. Taking Ji Yang practicing piano as an example, he wanted to tell the children in the audience what practicing piano is.

"As a teacher, I admire this kind of hard work, but I don't advocate this way."

"Combining work with rest and ensuring rest is our correct attitude towards piano practice during exam preparation."

meal.

"I asked her once before class."

"Didn't I tell you last time, don't practice the piano in the middle of the night, why did you stay up late last night, you don't think about yourself, you think about your parents, listening to you play during the day is enough, and dreaming at night is not enough." Can't you calm down for a while?"

Many accompanying parents in the audience laughed, and Hu Rong also smiled and nodded. Li An was talking about her heart.

"She didn't dare to laugh then."

"I was very serious at the time. I asked why I had to practice in the middle of the night, and she told me—"

"She has unresolved issues."

"When I heard it, I felt very happy. I thought the child could finally practice the piano, so I asked her what's the problem."

"She said that the arpeggio at the beginning of Moonlight [-], students who have played it all know that it is not easy to play grainy."

Ang Lee came to the piano and gave a demonstration without graininess.

"She said she didn't want to hear that opening again when she practiced the next day."

After the demonstration, Ang Lee then picked up the microphone and said with a smile, "She said that hearing such an opening would affect her mood of practicing the piano."

The audience burst into laughter.

At this moment, Xiao Ji's head had hit his chest.

I don't have the face to listen.

"When I heard such an answer, I was quite speechless. I wondered if you had some obsessive-compulsive disorder, and the point is that I didn't hear what I wanted to hear, so I naturally had to keep asking."

"I asked, how did you practice."

"Good guy. Then she started to give me lessons, and started to tell me how to practice and how to practice."

"While talking and dancing, I can't describe that scene to you, you can make up your own imagination."

"What is the purpose of returning to the original state immediately after flicking the finger? The purpose of raising the finger is not to raise it high, but to fall quickly."

"To experience the feeling of fingertips grasping the keys."

"As I listened, I thought to myself, this is so right, isn't this what I feed into her ears all day long?"

"After she finished speaking, she looked at me stupidly, teacher, how is it?"

"I said yes, it seems that you are in a good mood today."

"She scratched her head, bared her teeth at me, and said she didn't know."

"I pointed to the piano and said, come and listen."

"She sat down in front of the piano, raised her hand and dropped her fingers. After the arpeggio sounded, I was in such a mood."

Ji Yang remembers clearly that the teacher scolded her.

"It's all in the past, and I won't hide it from everyone. I was very satisfied at the time, very satisfied."

Ji Yang raised his head for a moment, eyes full of grievances
"But in order to prevent her from getting up to practice piano in the middle of the night in the future, I criticized her at the time, and I said you should stay up late to practice, and your fingers will not be able to fall steadily."

The voice continued.

"Have you heard the story?"

Li An gradually put away his smile.

"Student k457 raised a very good question——"

"How should we practice?"

"Students who don't know how to practice, you might as well ask yourself three questions first."

"First, what am I practicing?"

"Second, why should I practice?"

"Third, how should I practice?"

Ang Lee's three questions seemed to have some kind of magical power, and the audience was quiet for a moment.

Every art candidate is trapped in deep thinking.

"Student J, I know that I am practicing the arpeggio at the beginning of Moonlight [-], and I know that if I can't pop this arpeggio out of grain, it will seriously affect the sense of hearing of the whole piece of music. The most important thing is that she already knows how to practice Methods."

Li An's words seemed to remind everyone, but also seemed to encourage one person.

He looked in Ji Yang's direction again.

The teacher and the student looked at each other.

"From her, I also learned a way to practice."

"Thank her."
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'Ji Yang's teacher-student index has risen to 102—'

'Ding----'

(End of this chapter)