Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 437 137. Opposite Relationships: The Magical Use of Rests

In the process of learning classical music, no matter whether you are studying complex repertoire or simple repertoire, you cannot do without the score.

No matter how profound the chord relationship is, no matter how complicated the performance technique is, it cannot be separated from the notes on the score.

Xiao Che fetched the sheet music and handed it to Li Ang, who drew another circle on the first right-hand note in the first measure.

He asked Che Lin: "What kind of note is this?"

Che Lin replied: "Eighth notes."

He asked again: "How many beats are the eighth notes here?"

Che Lin replied, "Half a beat."

The audience thought that Ang Lee wanted the score to talk about some advanced content, but they didn't expect to ask two such basic music theory content.

Li An nodded: "Okay, watch the spectrum carefully."

"Mr. Jin, please help me to play the first measure, just the rhythm of the original version."

Jin Jiaqi thought she had nothing to do for the time being, so she got up and held the piano, one up and two bows, and completed the performance according to Li An's request.

"Thank you."

After speaking, Li An looked at Che Lin again, "Ms. Jin made a few las in the first shot."

Che Lin seemed to understand something at once, "Two la."

Ang Lee continued to guide: "What rhythm."

Che Lin: "The first half beat is an eighth note, and the second half beat seems to be a sixteenth rest followed by a sixteenth note."

Ang Lee: "Come on, try it on the piano."

Xiao Che raised his hand, thought for a while and dropped his fingers.

"When, when."

The front is long and the back is short, there is an obvious gap between the two notes, and the performance of two las is completed within one beat.

After playing the car, it was as if a bolt of lightning flashed across her brain. That's how the sense of gap came about, and she understood!
After listening to Xiaoche's first stanza at the beginning of this time, the direct call is different from the feeling just now.

The mood of the music is obviously much more tense this time.

Lao Tang called out a good way.

Wu Fusheng called him so smart.

Jin Jiaqi can understand Li An's feeling of using this method to help Che Lin find the beginning, and Che Lin has indeed found it.

But there is a problem here. There is only one eighth note la on the piano score, and there is no subsequent sixteenth note la. If Che Lin plays according to the score, she will naturally not play the latter la.

Here lies the problem, without the backhand la, how to play this sense of compactness.

The reason why Che Lin was able to play with a sense of compactness just now is because she played an extra la according to the beginning of the original version.

"Do you feel a little bit?" Li An asked Xiao Che with a smile.

The little car showed a happy expression.

Li An changed the subject: "Then what is a rest?"

Che Lin: "Special notes, no sound."

Li Ang nodded: "Very good, we have to treat the rest as a note, here I need you to strengthen this concept again."

Pause, "In small sentences, we should not only treat the rest as a note, but also put it in opposition to other notes that can produce sound."

"What do you mean, if there is a rest in a small sentence, we must be alert immediately, because its appearance brings rhythmic confrontation."

"For example, the two la you played just now are separated by a sixteenth rest. When you play, do you feel a sense of confrontation between the notes, and the latter notes give people a feeling of struggling out?"

Xiao Che followed Li An's words and nodded vigorously, that's how it feels!
Following this opportunity, Ang Lee also shared this point with the art candidates in the audience, "Students should also pay great attention to this point during the practice, because we often ignore the rests, and think that anyway, the rests are not pronounced, so we don't take it seriously , and even I have seen some students breathe a sigh of relief where there is a pause."

"Students who play wind music often need to take a breath at the rest, which is no problem."

"But if you just treat the rest as a breath, you will ignore the real value of the rest in the sentence."

"I saw that some students looked a little confused."

Li An smiled, "It's okay, I ask everyone a question, can you play the quarter note in a sentence as a half note?"

The audience: "No!"

Ang Lee: "Why, because the rhythm is messed up when the half note is played, isn't it?"

The audience: "Yes!"

Ang Lee: "The timing of the rhythm is messed up, is there any problem?"

Audience: "No!"

Ang Lee: "So the same thing, rests are the most special kind of time flow in the music process, should we pay special attention to it?"

The audience: "Yes."

Ang Lee: "Got it?"

The audience: "Understood."

Ang Lee: "I can't hear you."

The audience: "Got it!!"

Wu Fusheng listened to the deafening yells behind him, and thought that Li An was really a talent for being a teacher, which made the children stunned for a while, yes, he did not agree with Li An's explanation of the rest symbol.

But it is very necessary for children to pay attention to rests.

Li An turned around: "Do you remember?"

Che Lin: "Teacher, do you need to use your left hand to cooperate here?"

Li An raised his brows, his heart was full of joy. He was about to talk about this issue, but Che Lin had already thought of it in advance.

"Yes, there is only one eighth note on our score, and there is no sixteenth note behind it, so here we have to use the left hand's Boeing to create a sense of compactness."

"We fixed it today, and set the last two notes of Boeing behind the eighth note of the right hand," Li An paused at this point, "Do you understand?"

Che Lin understood, and Jin Jiaqi also understood. Li An cleverly used his hands to coordinate the first beat of the right hand on the score sheet and the second half of the beat to create a sixteen-empty feeling. The connection between the beat and the second beat is invisible, and the personality of the music is also established from the beginning of the music.

Okay, okay, Jin Jiaqi gave Li An a thumbs up in her heart.

"Touch it."

Li An asked Che Lin to find out by herself, then came to the table and unscrewed a bottle of water and handed it to Jin Jiaqi, and then unscrewed another bottle and took a sip.

His head was swollen, and his forehead was sweating.

"I'll finish explaining this to him in a while. Chen Xuan will take you upstairs to find a quiet classroom, and then you can tell Che Lin the background and content of this song. She likes to listen to it."

"it is good."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

The two whispered a few words, and Li An went back to the piano to watch the car and practiced for 2 minutes. Seeing that there was no problem at the beginning, he picked up the pen and circled the score again. While circling him, he told Che Lin that the sound of these circles should be special. Pay attention to accept.

"Like these two notes, we play them with a feeling of grabbing back."

As he spoke, he also demonstrated, "The lower finger must be fast, the palm joint must be supported when running, and the fingers cannot be raised. In the past two days, I will focus on practicing this place when I go home, remember?"

Che Lin: "Remember the teacher."

Li Ang: "Shut it up, explain the sound clearly, and the sense of flow between the notes you want will come out."

"Okay, you and Teacher Jin go upstairs, she has something else to tell you, answer the questions actively, don't keep silent."

"Understood, teacher." Knowing that she was out of class, Che Lin got up to collect the score and Jin Jiaqi got off the stage.

Chen Xuan took the two of them out of the concert hall.

With Jin Jiaqi's departure, the concert hall seems to have entered an intermission.

"Students who want to go back to the piano room to practice piano, there is another class next, and students who want to listen are welcome to stay, especially the piano students."

Li An finished speaking to the audience, then looked in Wang Xiaohu's direction, "Come up with the score."

Wang Xiaohu stood up with the score in his arms, and he didn't forget to look back at the entrance before going on stage. He didn't know what Che Lin was doing.

Wang Xiaohu walked onto the stage, "Hi, teacher."

Li An nodded, "Be obedient," he said and waved with Lao Tang, he was really dying, he was too tired.

Lao Tang under the stage was taken aback, let me talk, okay.

As Lao Tang got up to go on stage, Li An took the lead in applauding, and entrusted the audience: "The applause is for Mr. Tang Shaochong, a famous young pianist in Haishi."

"Wow—"

Lao Tang almost fainted when he heard this, he quickly waved his hands, "Don't listen to your teacher Li's nonsense, I'm just an amateur."

The audience laughed loudly, the bald teacher was very happy when he spoke.

"I'll leave it to you, train me well, don't be shy."

"Don't worry, go down and rest."

The voices of the two were not loud, and the audience could not hear clearly, but Wang Xiaohu in front of the piano could hear clearly.

Looking at Lao Tang's pointed and narrow braised egg head, Wang Xiaohu thought of many characters on TV.

Neither are good people.

At this moment, Lao Tang turned his head and walked towards him with a smile, "Wang Xiaohu, right?"

Wang Xiaohu hummed cautiously, his eyes full of vigilance.

"Relax, take out your preliminary piece first."

Wang Xiaohu opened the ballet score, Lao Tang looked at it and thought, "Oh my god, can the score be read clearly when it's drawn like this."

"Come on," he said.

Wang Xiaohu drew four notes with his fingers down, followed by his left hand and started playing.

Under the stage, Li An was sitting in Laotang's place, watching Wang Xiaohu on the stage, and at the same time listening to Wu Fusheng asking him what is the final date of the Rongcheng Cup.

He didn't know that he mumbled that it was the night of No. 18, and then the vision in front of him became narrower and narrower. At the last moment when he closed his eyes, he heard a mentally retarded wrong sound from the stage , I scolded Fuck in my heart, what was going on in my mind? -
After an hour and a half.

When Li An opened his eyes again, he subconsciously touched the corner of his mouth. Wang Xiaohu was still playing the piano, and he played it well. Where is Lao Tang?
He looked left and right, and suddenly woke up. In the empty concert hall, only Chen Xuan and Xu Li were sitting not far from her.

"What time is it?" Li An said as he took out his phone, "Where's Che Lin?"

Chen Xuan: "Che Lin has already arrived home, her mother has come to pick her up, and I have already filled in the registration information for her."

Li An breathed a sigh of relief, then smiled apologetically with Xu Li, "I slept too late yesterday."

Xu Li: "You and Teacher Chen have worked so hard for these children recently."

Ang Lee: "We're alright, but the kids are still working hard, preparing for competitions and going to school."

As he spoke, he looked towards the stage again, "Stop playing, get out of class is over."

Hearing the sound, Wang Xiaohu put away the score like a runaway wild horse and galloped over, "Teacher! A lot of people applauded me just now."

Li An raised his hand and touched the back of Wang Xiaohu's head, "It means you play well."

Wang Xiaohu: "Hey."

Ang Li: "How about it, have you remembered what Teacher Tang told you?"

Wang Xiaohu: "It's okay, Teacher Tang drew me a few passages on the score, let me pay more attention to controlling the strength."

Li Ang: "Then when you go back to practice, pay attention to where you don't step on the pedal."

Wang Xiaohu said loudly: "Teacher, aren't you asleep?"

Li Anle: "What's wrong?"

Wang Xiaohu: "Teacher Tang especially emphasized that I should not step on the pedals in these places."

Xu Li answered: "Your teacher doesn't know anything, so just practice honestly."

Wang Xiaohu hummed deeply, as expected of Teacher Li, whom he admired the most, he was so amazing.

Xu Li: "Clean up quickly, let your teacher go back and rest quickly."
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Li An thought that Xu Li was driving today, so he went back together on the way, but after going downstairs, he found out that Xu Li was not going back to Meizhuang today, nor was he driving.

He casually asked, "How did you come here this afternoon?"

"A friend drove us here." Xu Li replied.

Hearing this conversation, Wang Xiaohu became unhappy again, and turned his head away.

Chen Xuan: "Sister Xu, hurry up and take Xiaohu across the road, he has to go to school tomorrow."

Xu Li: "It's okay, we're close, we'll be there in a few steps."

As soon as he said that, the car called by Li An arrived.

Xu Li: "Mr. Li, please slow down. Goodbye, Mr. Chen."

Wang Xiaohu: "Goodbye, Teacher, Goodbye, Teacher Chen."

As the car drove away, Wang Xiaohu became depressed again.
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Bai Zijun couldn't be blamed for what happened in the afternoon.

During the days of Bai Zijun's business trip, the two of them were separated, and they could only communicate by sending messages every day. Probably the distance can really produce beauty. In the last few days, as Bai Zijun's return date approached, Xu Li could clearly feel the love in her heart. Throbbing ready to come out.

At noon today, when Bai Zijun came back from a business trip, the two of them agreed to have dinner together three days ago.

As a result, Li An told Wang Xiaohu last night that he would arrange a class for Wang Xiaohu tonight.

Naturally, the child's affairs are important, so Xu Li told Bai Zijun about it, and apologized to the other party, saying that she came to invite the welcome meal, the time and place, the other party said, as long as it does not conflict with her son's time, anything is fine.

Bai Zijun expressed his understanding on the phone, but he offered to send her and Wang Xiaohu over tonight.

Xu Li didn't want to, but she couldn't bear the other party's soft-heartedness, and she also had a little expectation in her heart that her son and Bai Zijun would meet, what if?
So she complied.

But the facts proved that she still thought of the problem too simply. On the way here, Wang Xiaohu didn't say a word, even ignoring her words.

It can be seen that her son is very repulsed by this kind of situation in his heart, which is because she has done psychological construction for him in advance.

Before getting in the car, she told Wang Xiaohu that this was a former colleague of her mother, and she was going to bring her some special products this afternoon, and she also went to Yudong on the way, and she just stopped driving, and went straight back to grandma and grandpa's house when it was over. It's about crossing a road.

Wang Xiaohu didn't say anything at the time, but when he got into the car and found that it was an uncle, his face immediately dropped, which made Xu Li very embarrassed.

Hey.

So if she hadn't agreed to let Bai Zijun deliver it, these things wouldn't happen later.

Looking at her son's angry little face at this time, Xu Li felt uncomfortable, bent over and coaxed, "Do you want to eat shrimp egg pancake tomorrow morning?"

Wang Xiaohu turned his head, muttered for a long time, "I think."

Xu Li then smiled, straightened up and hugged her son and walked towards the intersection, "Is two enough?"

Wang Xiaohu was in a hurry: "How can two be enough! I want to eat five!"

Xu Li: "Okay, I'll burn ten sheets, two for grandpa, two for grandma, five for you, and one for me."

Wang Xiaohu: "Then I'll eat four."

Xu Li: "Yo, I feel sorry for others."

Wang Xiaohu: "No."

After a while, the green light on the other side of the road came on.

"Xiaohu, Mom has something to discuss with you, and I want to hear your opinion."

Wang Xiaohu raised his face and squinted his eyes when he heard the sound, followed by a rest sound.

(End of this chapter)