Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 491. 190. Collaboration
Can't wait to go home, and before meeting Li An, Chen Xuan dragged him to the flute cabin before he could share his joy.

Finally found the long-lost feeling on the golden flute head, Chen Xiaomi was so happy that he was going to burst.

"Listen, listen."

Chen Xuan was blowing, and Li An stood aside and listened.

For a moment he remembered the night the two of them broke the ice last year, at the backstage of the concert hall on the first floor of the Huayang Theater, Chen Xuan said, my mother said it was my dowry.

So this time Chen Xuan came to give the flute head, is it considered a dowry? -
"of course."

Fangzheng said seriously, "I'm not joking, this is an official invitation."

In the corner of the milk tea shop at the entrance of Xintiandi Street, Fang Zheng and Qi Guojuan, who had just finished eating barbecue, sat facing each other, holding a cup of milk tea in each hand.

The thing happened like this, on the way home from get off work, Qi Guojuan suddenly received a call from Fang Zheng. Fang Zheng said on the phone that he would invite Qi Guojuan to dinner.

Qi Guojuan thought that the two of them had just finished eating last night, and they sent messages one after another during the day, so Fangzheng couldn't help but think about himself that way at night.

Fangzheng went on to say that there is something important to discuss.

Qi Guojuan turned her head cheerfully, but it turned out that the meal was almost over, and the other party really came to her for something.

At noon, Fangzheng sent her a message saying that he had accepted a rehearsal task for a school's June [-] chorus performance.

Fangzheng came to her for this job.

Fangzheng wanted her to help add some percussion music.

After hearing all of Fangzheng's ideas, Qi Guojuan didn't understand, and it wasn't linked to performance, why bother, children singing in chorus, just make do with it, and make it so complicated.

But seeing that Fangzheng was so serious, she didn't want to discourage the other party's enthusiasm, but from her point of view, she wanted to persuade Fangzheng not to be so stupid.

Just ask the other party if it's true or not, "I'm not joking."

"of course."

Fangzheng said seriously, "I'm not joking, this is an official invitation."

Qi Guojuan: "."

Qi Guojuan was speechless, what kind of brain circuit is Fangzheng, can't understand what she means.

Hey, forget it.

Qi Guojuan put down the milk tea in her hand and stretched out her hand: "Although it feels a bit nonsensical, it sounds quite interesting."

Seeing that Qi Guojuan agreed in this way, Fangzheng was overjoyed, and stretched out his hand without saying a word.

With such a grip between the two, Fangzheng suddenly felt that everything was perfect, not only that, but also very slippery.

Hey, unexpected harvest.

"Laughing so obscenely." When Fangzheng let go, Qi Guojuan withdrew her hand, and took out a tissue from her bag and handed it to Fangzheng, "Hurry up and wipe your palms, it's full of sweat, and you look strong, why are you so weak?" ?”

Fangzheng immediately put down the tissue and picked up the phone: "Wait a minute,"

Qi Guojuan could guess what Fangzheng was looking for, "Don't look for the medical report, I was just joking, I know you are in good health, okay bro?"

"Hehe," Fangzheng put down his phone, "You're so smart."

Qi Guojuan: "Why does it sound so scolding?"

Fangzheng: "You really understand me."

Qi Guojuan: "Yes, you should scold me."

Fangzheng didn't know what to say, "I shut up."

Qi Guojuan said happily, "Ah, I'm not happy anymore."

Fangzheng: "I haven't."

Qi Guojuan: "Then let's get down to business. It's best to put the rehearsal time in the evening. It's not easy to ask for leave during my working hours."

Fangzheng: "I will try my best to apply with the school."

Qi Guojuan was puzzled: "You are in charge of the rehearsal, and you don't count?"

Fangzheng: "Well, it is said that there is a director who doesn't understand anything, he has the final say."

Qi Guojuan: "...All right."

Fangzheng: "I will try my best."

Qi Guojuan: "Send me the sample of Gangban, I'll listen to it first."

Fang Zheng: "There are only rehearsal clips, and I'll send them to you now."

Qi Guojuan: "There is always a steel companion score."

Fangzheng: "Yes."

Fangzheng sent the rehearsal clips to Qi Guojuan, then found the steel companion score, opened it, and pushed the phone in front of Qi Guojuan, "Take mine to see, it's convenient."

As early as noon, after learning that Jinhua's chorus was youth dance music, he thought of asking Qi Guojuan for help.

Youth Dance is a Victorian folk song, and he wanted to add tambourines and nagna drums, two percussion instruments that are unique to the Uyghur people, into the chorus.

Qi Guojuan probably listened to the video, and mainly looked at the score. After watching it, she raised her head and said bluntly, "This score is not good."

Qi Guojuan was not sure whether this version of the score was sufficient for the singing arrangement Fang Zheng described, but from the perspective of a percussionist, she had to say that this version of the score left too little room for percussion.

Fangzheng: "This version is definitely not used in the score, I just want to give you a reference first."

Qi Guojuan nodded: "Since you want to use folk music to highlight the stage effect and the overall color presentation of the music, you have to leave enough room for percussion music."

Fangzheng: "Understood, I will finish the score as soon as possible, and the tambourine is easy to talk about. Do you know where you can rent Nagna drums in Rongcheng? I will find them for you."

Qi Guojuan: "You don't need to worry about the musical instrument, just give me the score earlier."

Fangzheng: "Okay."

The two came out of the milk tea shop, walked around the street stalls, and parted ways in the parking lot.

Back home, Qi Guojuan received the physical examination report from Fangzheng 5 minutes ago.

Fangzheng: Please take a look.

After dragging Fangzheng's medical examination report, Qi Guojuan remembered the date last night again.

Fangzheng carried a big bag last night, which contained various certificates, such as elementary school graduation certificate, honorary certificate of bel canto competition for middle school students, singer diploma issued by Milan Opera Association, blood donation certificate, health certificate, a lot of certificates in a mess.

I almost brought my account book with me.

Yes, yesterday was the first time she formally invited Fangzheng to dinner.

But it's not enough.

It was a normal 520 date, but Fang Zheng made it look like a water table meeting.

But it's also quite interesting. Qi Guojuan's greatest joy last night was to roughly grasp the development line of Fangzheng's appearance through Fangzheng's certificates from various periods.

She said that Fangzheng was pretty decent when he was a child, but he put on weight since high school, and it can be said that he was fat beyond the sky when he arrived at university.

I'm a little thinner now than when I was in college.

"The doctor said you are fat and told you to continue to lose weight."

After returning a voice message to Fangzheng, she opened the phone book.

She has tambourines in her tympanum, and there is nowhere to look for them in Nagnagu Rongcheng, but if she wants to find a good one, she has to find someone special.

"Master, good evening!"

"Haha, of course I miss you."

"Okay, okay, you have sharp eyes, I have to borrow a treasure from you."

"Is your nagra drum set still alive?"

"Of course there is a performance."

"Private private."

"Thank you Master!"

"Your words hurt my heart. I have never been to your performance."

"Hey, good night."

The drums are done, and the next thing is to wait for the score.

Just as Qi Guojuan put down the phone and was about to go back to the living room, she was startled when she opened the bedroom door, "Oh mom, what are you doing, you're so scary."

Qi's mother recently found out that something was wrong with her daughter. She came back in the middle of the night and went out for dinner two nights in a row.

Just now, as soon as I entered the house, I went to the bedroom, not even the living room. She was mysterious, so Qi's mother sneaked over to listen to the movement.

"What show, who are you going to see with?" Qi's mother was not embarrassed, and asked directly.

Qi Guojuan was speechless: "Of course it's Mr. Hua's performance, and the City Song Folk Orchestra will have a special performance next Friday."

Qi's mother: "Oh, then we have to go, then who are you going with?"

Qi Guojuan smiled: "You have clairvoyant eyes and good ears, you still don't need to ask me, besides, you won't believe me even if I tell you."

After speaking, he swaggered towards the living room.

Behind him, "Hey, what's the matter with you, and the flowers you brought back last night, who gave it to you?"

Qi Guojuan went to Qi's father and sat down: "Altman gave it to me."

Qi's mother: "Nonsense."

Qi Guojuan curled her lips: "Look, I said you don't believe it."

Qi's mother looked at Qi's father, put her hands on her hips: "I still watch and watch, your daughter is going to be out at night, so you just watch TV and kill you."

"You," Qi's father shook his head helplessly, "You were the one who forced her to go on a blind date before, but now she's gone out to play by herself, and you ask this and that again, didn't she say it, Ultraman gave it to you."

Qi's mother's eyes were about to roll over, "Okay, you two can work together to piss me off."

After finishing speaking, he stopped talking to the father and daughter.

After Qi's mother left the living room, Qi's father smiled and looked at his daughter, "When will you bring your Ultraman friend home to show Dad?"

Qi Guojuan rarely showed a little bit of shyness, "Oh, Dad, just leave it alone, we'll talk about it when the time is right."

Dad Qi: "Okay, then I'll ask one last question, what does he do?"

Qi Guojuan: "Vocal music teacher."

Qi's father wondered why he was a singer again, but he said affirmatively, "Hello, vocal teacher."
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Fangzheng is not only a vocal teacher, but he is actually pretty good at playing the piano.

But playing well does not mean that you are good at accompaniment to music. Qi Guojuan said that you should leave enough space for percussion.

After sitting in front of the piano for almost two hours, his progress was basically zero.

No, you have to find a professional for this matter.

After washing and going to bed, he took out his mobile phone.

Qi Guojuan at the other end of the message had been waiting for him for a while, "Are you going to kill me tonight?"

"kill."

Then Fangzheng opened the werewolf killer app.
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"Good morning, teachers."

Early the next morning, as soon as Fangzheng entered the office, he didn't see Li An and Chen Xuan, so he turned around and went to classroom 802.

When I walked to the door of 802, there was no movement inside. It was strange, where is the person?

It happened that Song Bowen was about to go to class, and Song Bowen knew that Fangzheng came out in a hurry just now to find Li An, so he reminded: "Ms. Li has gone upstairs. It seems that they have a colleague who resigned who came early in the morning."

"Thank you." Fangzheng then went upstairs.

As soon as I got out of the elevator door, I saw a group of people gathered in the lobby.

Li An, Chen Xuan, Wang Panpan, Deng Shiqi, and a man he didn't know, wearing a floral shirt and flip-flops, with dark skin.

The five were talking and laughing.

"Come on, Master Fang," Li An thought Fangzheng was in a hurry, "Let me introduce you, this is Xu Hongxin, I told you."

Xu Hongxin had also heard Fangzheng's name in the group, he smiled and reached out, "Just call me Ashin."

Seeing this, Fangzheng stepped forward and shook it: "Fangzheng."

Xu Hongxin came back from his honeymoon, and came to see everyone early in the morning, only to find out that the West Office is really not filled with people, newcomers have arrived, and the layout of the office has also changed.

Several people chatted for a while, Xu Hongxin: "Brother An, you are busy, I will withdraw first."

Li An: "Don't, go downstairs and have a meeting."

Seeing Fangzheng's hurried appearance, Xu Hongxin guessed what the other party was up to. Anyway, he has come back, and he has plenty of time: "I have to go to the Industrial and Commercial Bureau later, and we will gather in my store after June [-]st after you are all busy."

He looked at Fang Zheng and said with a smile, "Teacher Fang, you have to come too."

Fang Zheng replied with a round accent: "It must."

Xu Hongxin is happy, Fangzheng's accent is really interesting.

Seeing this, Li An said, "Okay, we will make an appointment in the group."

Deng Shiqi sent Xu Hongxin off, and the rest of the people got out of the elevator on the eighth floor.

"What's wrong?" Li An asked as soon as he got out of the elevator.

Fangzheng: "Boss, you have to do me a favor."
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10 minute later.

802 piano room.

After listening to Fangzheng's request, Li An asked Fangzheng to write down all his ideas on paper.

"Who sings at the beginning, how to sing, which part to sing, and who to sing next, you write your thoughts from beginning to end."

Fangzheng was already ready, took out his mobile phone and sent it directly to Li An.

Li An nodded after reading it, "Is it convenient for Qi Guojuan to answer the phone in the morning?"

"This time should be fine," Fangzheng sent a message to Qi Guojuan, who replied ok.

Then Fangzheng called the phone, turned on the speakerphone and put it on the music stand.

"Hello." Qi Guojuan's crisp voice came from the phone.

"You talk to the boss," Fang Zheng said and stepped aside.

"Morning, Teacher Qi." Li An greeted the receiver.

On the phone, "Boss, please tell me."

Li Anle: "Boss, they all work for Master Fang, listen to your thoughts, and let me see how to add these two percussion pieces."

That's it, the three of them spent most of the morning over the phone to arrange the song.

Time waits for no one, holding Li Ang's manuscript, Fangzheng immediately finds a friend who is a composer professional to write the score.

The score came out at two o'clock in the afternoon.

Deng Shiqi got the score and touched it. At four o'clock in the afternoon, he and Fang Zheng set off for Jinhua.

On the way, the two made a rehearsal plan for today.

Practice your voice first.

Practice singing again.
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One is born, the second is cooked.

Seeing Fangzheng again today, the children on the stage greeted each other proactively.

"Hello, Mr. Altman!"

"Hi everyone." Fangzheng walked to the center of the stage, "The formation is well formed and deserves praise."

After a while, "Let's not rush to sing today, come on, everyone relaxes, and follow me to do the movements of smelling flowers."

"Inhale."

"Correct."

"Then blow out the candles and spit out slowly and cleanly."

"very good."

"Smell the flowers."

"Tummy control."

"Blow out the candles."

"Come again."

After going back and forth about ten times, Fangzheng clapped his hands, "Very well, let's rest for a minute and do another set."

Effective breath control is the foundation of singing, and mastering the basic breathing principles is the premise of effective breathing.

After finishing the second set, do three sets in a row.

Looking at the children in the team at the moment, many people's noses are sweating.

Fangzheng: "Are you tired?"

Some of the children said they were tired and some said they were not tired, half to half.

Fangzheng: "Students who feel soreness in their abdomen raise their hands."

With a swish, most of the children raised their hands.

Fangzheng signaled everyone to put down their hands, "Now let's do the second exercise, memorizing the text."

"But today we have new requirements, we have to recite word by word."

After speaking, Fangzheng signaled Deng Shiqi to turn on the metronome.

"Drip-drip-drip-drip-"

The crisp metronome sounded on the stage.

"One word at a time, blowing air on the back side, the lower abdomen should be tight, start now."

The children recited it seriously, and Fangzheng listened more seriously.

(End of this chapter)