Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 488 187. The Little Poet's Sounds of Nature
After two competitions in May, Wang Xiaohu once again stood on the stage facing the gazes, and his heart has long been calm.

It's just that if I can become the final winner, my mother, grandparents, and aunts will all be happy.

Thinking of this, Wang Xiaohu slowly adjusted his breathing.

But in a blink of an eye, he thought of the imminent graduation, and the melancholy in his heart was born unnaturally.

A sad expression appeared on his face unconsciously.

He opened his mouth slightly.

"When the sun goes down, it will still come up tomorrow morning"

"Flowers withered will still bloom tomorrow"

"Beautiful bird disappeared without a trace"

"My youthful bird will not come back"

While singing, Wang Xiaohu looked out of the window on the back wall of the rehearsal hall, with a faint sadness that didn't fit his age in his eyes.

"My youthful bird will not come back"

For a moment, the silent children's voice was like the sound of nature, echoing, echoing, echoing over the entire rehearsal hall
It reverberated, circling like a bird and flying into the distance, but remained in the minds of everyone at the scene for a long time.
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In a blink of an eye, as Wang Xiaohu closed his mouth, small mouths opened one after another.

Wow.

Wow.

Wow.

A small wow sound rose from the pile of children.

Wang Xiaohu sang too well.

Everyone never knew that Wang Xiaohu sang so beautifully.

The monkey felt as if there was a raging flame in his heart, and he couldn't swallow it or spit it out, as if his chest was about to explode.

So handsome!
What did I say, Wang Xiaohu's singing will definitely beat the entire department, if you don't accept it, come to fight! !
Monkey is almost writing awesome on his face at this moment.

I can't wait to walk around the stage handstand.

On the other hand, the boy who sang in front of Wang Xiaohu didn't look so pretty.

He couldn't say how Wang Xiaohu sang, but it sounded a little bit better than him.

The girl who had been chosen by Fang Zheng couldn't help but look at Wang Xiaohu a few more times. In her impression, Wang Xiaohu was a troublemaker.

But the way Wang Xiaohu sang just now, and his singing voice, were so deep, including the calm appearance of the other party at this time.

a little handsome
Teacher Qiu didn't expect that Wang Xin's nephew would have such a hand.

The little guy sang really well.

In this case, she looked at Fangzheng who was at the side.

Teacher Altman didn't keep everyone waiting for a long time. He first asked the girl's name. The girl answered Ma Chutong, and then asked the boy who had studied pop singing for a year. The boy answered Yang Junxi.

Finally, Fangzheng asked Wang Xiaohu again.

The process still has to go.

"Wang Xiaohu."

"I remember your names," Fangzheng continued, "Wang Xiaohu and Ma Chutong, you two lead the singing."

"Everyone applaud our lead singer." Teacher Qiu clapped his hands in rhythm.

"Wow——" the monkey drummed the most ferociously.

Under the applause, Ma Chutong showed a happy smile, and Wang Xiaohu touched his forehead, both happy and helpless.

In Wang Xiaohu's memory, at the previous June [-]st party, the lead singer of the chorus program had to make up, that kind of perverted makeup. kind.

He felt very ashamed when he thought of appearing in front of his classmates with such a face.

But the most important thing is that mom is happy.

Three contested and one lost.

Fangzheng tried this taste before, he walked up to Yang Junxi, "Your task is much heavier than theirs."

A touch of confusion appeared on Yang Junxi's dark face.

"You are responsible for leading all the male students to sing your parts well. Chorus is the art of cooperation. You need to make the male parts into a complete whole. The chorus may not have a leader, but there must be a whole. You are the part of this whole." core."

"So, do you understand your responsibilities?"

Yang Junxi didn't really understand, but his eyes lit up again, he nodded vigorously and replied, "Thank you Teacher Fang, I will try my best to take the lead."

Fangzheng stretched out his thumb, showing his white teeth: "You will complete the task excellently."

After finishing speaking, Fangzheng turned around and clapped his hands, "Now we need to readjust our positions."

"You," Fang Zheng pointed to the group of students who were finally selected at the back of the stage, "Boys come to my left hand, girls come to my right hand."

The students in the rear quickly came to Teacher Altman, male left and female right.

Fangzheng selected two people from both sides, and those who were not selected stood by, and then he asked six people to be selected to the positions he designated.

There are two people in the first row, two people in the second row, two people in the third row, and two people in the fourth row.

There is at least five gaps between the members of each horizontal row, and there is no alignment between the vertical rows.

The students in the queue were very surprised by this way of queuing up, and the students onlookers were all talking in low voices.

Teacher Qiu didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in Fangzheng's gourd, so he could only cooperate with Fangzheng to maintain stage discipline.

"keep quiet."

The tigress was not built. Teacher Qiu gave an order, and the stage immediately fell silent.

Fang followed the same pattern and placed the students selected from the other two batches into the team one by one according to their gender.

After a while, a rectangular formation appeared in the center of the stage, only the third row was left empty.

Only then did Fang Zheng look at the group of students who were standing by, and divided the remaining eight into groups again.

"The four of you go to the left of the third row, the four of you go to the right of the third row, and leave the middle seat."

The eight children acted immediately.

At this time, only the middle position in the third row remained on the whole stage, Fang Zheng turned to look at Yang Junxi, "Go."

When Yang Junxi stood at position C in the center, a complete new station appeared.

Teacher Qiu didn't know why, she looked much more pleasing to the eye now than yesterday, she thought it was over, but Fangzheng continued to give orders, "The third row is centered on Yang Junxi, move half a step left and right, slow down on your feet be safe."

In an instant, the third row moved again, and each member was now separated by half a person.

"The center of the second row and the fourth row does not move, and the students on both sides move one step to the left and right."

With a bang, the formation moved again.

"The first row looks back at the students in the third row, and finds the position to align."

After all the students found their feet, Fangzheng gave the last instruction: "Take Yang Junxi as the center, the students on the left turn their bodies slightly to the left, and the students on the right turn slightly to the right."

The whole choir moves again.

moment.

Looking at it now, Teacher Qiu felt that just looking at this formation, she had a feeling of looking at our Jinhua chorus in her heart.

So stylish.

"Pay attention to your demeanor and show your energy." Teacher Qiu shouted at the men energetically.

Fang Zheng: "The body is naturally upright, the whole body is relaxed, the feet are slightly separated, the center of gravity is steady, the head is straight, the eyes are looking straight, the upper chest is open, the lower abdomen is slightly drawn, and the face is naturally relaxed and smiling."

Look at the choir again, it's more fanciful!

Teacher Qiu's voice became louder: "Yes, that's it."

As she spoke, she approached Fangzheng with a smile on her face, "Teacher Fang, we don't have much time today, shall we start now?"

Start?
Fangzheng scolded his mother secretly in his heart, he was not scolding Mr. Qiu, nor himself, he was scolding his damn obsessive-compulsive disorder reappeared.

The formation is already perfect.

According to his three rounds of ear tests, referring to his arrangement concept, everyone is now in their own position.

but.

But the level of girls in the middle position in the second row cannot reach this position.

But looking around, no one else could stand in this position except her.

It would be great if this girl had Ma Chutong's level.

Fangzheng tried to overcome himself while thinking, a temporary group, don't get entangled, don't get entangled.

Believe in the light.

Well, thinking of the light made him feel better.

"Come on, students, let's practice reciting the text now."

Teacher Qiu almost fell down, reciting the text?

Did this teacher Fang listen to his speech, and reminded politely again: "Mr. Fang, today is almost over, should we speed up the pace a little bit?"

"No." Fangzheng shook his head and said seriously, "It must be slow."

Teacher Qiu was stunned: "What?"

Fangzheng knew that Teacher Qiu didn't understand anything, and he didn't want to waste time with the other party in order to save time.

He stepped forward and beat the beat with his hands at a speed of about 65 quarter notes per minute. "We start to recite the lyrics with two words in one beat. We don't need to sing. We can recite the lyrics as we recite the Chinese text."

"1, 2, 3, go."

"When the sun goes down, it will still come up tomorrow morning"

"Flowers withered will still bloom tomorrow"

"Beautiful bird disappeared without a trace"

"My youthful bird will not come back"

Fangzheng led the children on the stage to recite the words without pitch. At the beginning, his voice covered everyone, but gradually, the children let go of their courage and their voices gradually became louder.

"Open your mouth, don't shout, pronounce it softly, softly."

Fangzheng began to inspect again. If any child's voice was wrong, he would stop and make adjustments for the other party.

Turn around in a circle, and then listen to the children's chanting at this moment, the voice seems to have floated in mid-air.

The mixed voices of men and women gathered together softly, with a bit of ethereal.

yes.

Fang Zheng felt extremely comfortable.

But that's just the beginning.

Starting tomorrow, we will start with the most basic breathing training.

Stopping to the side of Wang Xiaohu who was standing in the front row, he leaned closer and softly reminded: "Your voice can be louder."

Wang Xiaohu followed suit.

"Yes."

Fang Zheng admitted that he was not surprised by Wang Xiaohu's voice, but what surprised him even more was that the child could express his emotions through singing.

This is no longer a topic in the technical field.

Technology can be polished and enhanced through methods and techniques.

At least in the part of Wang Xiaohu singing a cappella just now, he seemed to feel that a sentimental little poet was standing in front of him, chanting softly.

For opera actors, only by understanding the libretto of the characters and the motivation of their actions can they directly hit the hearts of the audience with real artistic performance.

For a child, being able to do this to such a degree shows that the child has something in his heart.

The most commendable thing is that he sang it directly.
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After that, Teacher Qiu never said a word again, and Deng Shiqi almost smoked a cigarette when he was so idle sitting by the piano.

"Okay, we'll be here today."

In fact, it didn't take long for the children to recite, and it came to an end.

"Today I will assign a small task for everyone. Go home and recite the words in front of the mirror. Make sure your mouth is open, and then how do you sound when you recite?"

The children stood up: "Gently!"

Fang Zhengle: "As expected of you being selected by the light, it's amazing, today's rehearsal is over."

The children rushed away, as if they had forgotten Teacher Qiu who was sitting under the stage. Teacher Qiu was in a good mood today, and he didn't care about it. He just radiated his voice and said: "I need to practice when I go home, and I will check them one by one tomorrow. "

Even the monkey thought it was fooling the children.

"Old Wang, congratulations."

Wang Xiaohu was also happy, but, "You go back to practice hard at night, it's actually not difficult, just open your mouth, and then you can memorize it as you want."

Monkey: "Sure, I'll practice at night, and I promise I won't get you involved."

Wang Xiaohu picked up his schoolbag and said nonchalantly, "What does it have to do with me?"

Monkey Heart said, don't think I don't know, "Hehe, where are you going back today?"

Wang Xiaohu: "My mother is here to pick me up, how about you?"

Monkey: "My dad is here to pick me up."

The two friends left the rehearsal hall together.

The breeze on the campus is not dry, it would be better if the wind is not hot.

There is a busy scene at the school gate, children waiting for their parents, and parents waiting for their children, one of them can't tell which of the two worlds separated by a gate is the entrance.

The blaring music coming from the direction of the dance studio still hasn't stopped. As June [-] is approaching, various programs are busy preparing.

The monkey took a look and asked in a low voice, "Do you know where Qiao Zhizhi went to junior high school?"

Wang Xiaohu: "I don't know."

Monkey: "Can I ask another question?"

Wang Xiaohu: "No."

Monkey: "Cut, stingy hair."

At the school gate, the two little friends parted ways.

As soon as the monkey got in the car, he started talking to his father about Mr. Ultraman this afternoon, but omitted the link that he was the first batch of being selected by Guang.

Father Monkey encouraged Wan: "This teacher Ultraman is very interesting."

After a pause, "You have to work hard too."

Of course the monkey has to work hard, originally he couldn't be selected for the chorus with his crouching dragon posture.

It was Wang Xiaohu who secretly found Teacher Wang Xin (Aunt Xiaohu), so that he had the opportunity to participate in a June [-] activity in the last year of elementary school.

He got such an opportunity to show his face on stage in six years, he had to grasp it well, and there was another reason why he had to perform well, he was a well-connected person, so he couldn't embarrass Wang Xiaohu.

"Dad, Xiaohu has become the lead singer."

The monkey father let out a sigh, "It's amazing, I didn't realize that Xiaohu still has these two tricks."

Monkey was very satisfied with his father's reaction, "Hey, everyone was shocked at that time, except me."

The monkey father then sighed and said: "Hey, look at Xiaohu, who has learned the piano before, but it is different. Back then, your mother asked you to learn together, and you were disobedient."

The monkey said disapprovingly: "I just don't like piano, and besides, his being selected has nothing to do with learning piano."

Then, "Several students who were selected into the troupe included grade [-] in piano, grade [-] in violin, and grade [-] in cucurbit flute. Yang Junxi from class [-] also studied popular singing for a year, and Xiaohu just passed the grade [-] in piano."

Father monkey nodded: "That means he sings well."

Monkey proudly said, "Of course, he has always sung well, and he can also rap, but everyone doesn't know about it."

The monkey father took the opportunity to teach: "You two hang out together every day, and you also communicate with him and sing, let him teach you."

Monkey: "Well, Dad, to tell you the truth, I also have the same idea, ahem, so can I go to him this weekend?"

Monkey Father: "No, the exam is coming soon. It is your mother's kindness to let you participate in this activity. Besides, you spend so much time in school, don't think I don't know."

Monkey: "Slightly."

Monkey's plans for the weekend fell through again.
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In another car, Xu Li saw that Wang Xiaohu had a strange expression when he got into the car.

After asking Wang Xiaohu several times in a row, he didn't say what was wrong.

"Don't talk about pulling down." Xu Li thought of retreating as an advance.

Sure enough, after a while, Wang Xiaohu coughed and said, "Mom, I was chosen by the choir to be the lead singer."

Xu Li's first reaction when she heard this was that Aunt Xiaohu tried hard behind her back, but she still encouraged her: "If you are selected, you can sing well."

Wang Xiaohu became a little unhappy when he heard his mother's tone.

He knew what his mother was thinking, but this time it really wasn't.

"Mom, listen to my explanation."

Wang Xiaohu said and sat up.

Xu Li glanced sideways and felt happy seeing her son's expression. Why are you serious?

(End of this chapter)