Please, come home and practice the piano

After listening to Li An's explanation, Boss X understood.

Not the work in his memory, but a new one.

Boss X asked sensitively: "Have you performed before?"

Ang Lee: "Not yet."

Boss X then asked: "Is it a commissioned work?"

Ang Lee: "Absolutely. At that time, I wanted to record another duet for the students. I chose this Vivaldi song, but I couldn't find a suitable score. Then I contacted a friend abroad, and she helped me make the contact. An arrangement by a composer.”

Boss X: “Have you already recorded it?”

Ang Lee: "Just finished recording."

Boss X: “Can you send it to me for listening?”

Ang Lee: "I haven't gotten the audio yet. I'll ask the sound recordist later. The children only practiced for three days and the recording was in a hurry. He just wanted to help me hear the effect."

Boss

Li An: "Teacher Chen, you are busy."

After ending the call, Li An received a WeChat message from Boss X.

'Students: electronic two-inch photo with blue background, front and back photos of ID card, contact information, and concert repertoire. '

'Parents: front and back of ID card, contact information. '

Li An glanced at it and forwarded these two messages to the parent group.

Ang Lee: Please send the above information statistics to the group before [-]pm. Each of our children will have a chance to perform with the master. The track is the work they recorded this time.

Xiao Ji replied in seconds: Got it.

Marco’s mother: Got it.

Parents responded one after another.

Xiao Liu’s father was more agile and posted Xiao Liu’s hilarious information in the group in less than 3 minutes.

Xiao Liu’s father: @李师, do you think this is the case?
Li An checked it carefully: No problem.

Xiaobei’s mother: @李师, is it OK to take a photo with a white background?

Li An thought for a while: I didn't say it had to be a blue background photo. Let's use a white background first. If it doesn't work then we'll take another photo.

Li An: If you have any questions, please leave a message. I have a class here.

Before putting down the phone, Li An called Lao Bian, but Lao Bian didn't answer. He guessed that Lao Bian was busy.

So he sent a message to Lao Bian: Brother Bian, please send me the split version of the recording first.

Five minutes later, Min Zhen knocked on the door.

"Enter."

"Hey, good afternoon, teacher."

"I can't help but feel better when I look at your golden hair. Hey, I'm really curious. Does your school teacher not care about you and just let you perm and dye your hair?"

"Teacher, you misunderstood me. My hair was permed during the summer vacation, and I dyed it back when school started. I am usually a model of good conduct and academic performance at school."

"Haha, come on, model, scale."

Min Zhen came to the fourth period class of the Art Examination Department to begin.

The metronome sounds.
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In terms of overall ability, Min Zhen is better than Zhao Weida.

His strength lies in his childlike skills and his ability to read music quickly.

Min Zhen started learning piano in the second grade of elementary school and stopped learning it after passing the CET-[-] exam in the second grade of junior high school. Later, he picked it up again in the first grade of high school in order to take the college entrance examination.

This is also the reason why Ang Lee chose Min Zhen at that time. Min Zhen is basically good.

But the problem is also fundamental.

The playing is irregular and has many minor problems.

For example, the hand grip collapsed when I flicked it, and sometimes I didn't even notice that I was folding paper.

Therefore, in the teaching plan for Min Zhen, Li An will help Min Zhen correct these problems in the first three months, that is, before October.

As long as these problems are corrected, Min Zhen's two months will be more than enough to prepare for the art exam.

"good."

After Min Zhen finished playing the scales, Li An turned off the metronome and affirmed, "Continue to practice the scales like this this week, and the speed can be increased by five to ten beats."

"Practice song."

The monthly test piece that Ang Lee assigned to Min Zhen was the first of 299.

Min Zhen took a breath and started playing with his fingers.

when!
On the first beat, it is no problem for the left hand to fall down a set of solid chords, and it is no problem for the right hand to follow the descending scale to keep up with the rhythm.

But on the second beat, Ang Lee stopped: "If you use your thumb hard, it will be a weak note. If you play like this, the rhythm will be messed up. There is no need to listen further."

Min Zhenhan: "Teacher, is it still serious?"

Li An came to the piano: "Zhong, don't think about that falling movement. It will pop out when you think about it."

Min Zhen: "I didn't think about it either."

Ang Lee: "Then you play it again and I'll take a look."

when.

Min Zhen did it again, it was wrong.

Unwilling to do it again, it happened again.

It's even more wrong.

He was obviously practicing well down there, but why was he unable to turn around after being told by the teacher? It seemed like the FA of his right thumb jumped out of the racket twice in a row.

Li An took a look and said: "The problem here is that your wrist is not keeping up. You have to turn your fingers. The thumb is the fulcrum. If your wrist does not keep up with the thumb, you will have to passively bear the force. Please be more active with your wrist this time and try again." .”

Min Zhen tried again, turning his wrist slightly to the right, and the entire descending scale immediately became smoother.

Ang Lee: "Don't ask me to comment on this kind of issue in the future, okay?"

Min Zhen chuckled: "Teacher, don't worry, I'll go home this week and eat something to replenish my brain."

Li Anle: "Okay, let's continue. Similar things make the same sense."

The piano sounded again.

While Min Zhen played, Li An paid attention to his hands on the keyboard. This kind of problem never happened again.

Li An: "Tomorrow's exam will be at this speed. Don't go any faster."

Min Zhen: "Good teacher."

Ang Lee: "Turn to item seven."

The seventh piece of 299 is a bit difficult. It is an etude for the left hand, which is suitable for Min Zhen's current weak left hand.

"Look at your left hand first. The first note must be played from top to bottom."

Min Zhen also knew that item [-] was his weak link, so he followed the teacher's explanation and listened carefully.
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An hour passed in a blink of an eye.

Dismissal.

"Go back and practice first. I will listen to the next class. If you have any questions during the period, you can come to me at any time."

"Good teacher."

"Min Zhen, you are quick to react. This is your advantage. But when you go to practice the piano, pay attention to the repetitive process. The areas that need to be refined cannot be played once and then passed. You must strengthen and consolidate them so that you can play them easily without making mistakes." Problem solved.”

[Min Zhen’s teacher-student index increased to 47]

"Teacher, I remember."

"and many more."

Min Zhen turned around, "Teacher?"

Li An: "Don't worry, let me ask you something. Are you and Gao Shen from the same school?"

Min Zhen: "Yes, we are both in the art class."

Li An: "Classmate?"

Min Zhen: "Teacher, you want to ask me what's going on with him, right?"

Ang Lee: "Yeah"

Min Zhen paused: "Actually, I don't know. I didn't say a few words to him in the two years of high school, and I never saw him get close to anyone. He seems to be born like this, and no one pays attention to him. We, the head teacher, are all used to it, it’s as if he is not there in the class.”

Li An: "How was his cultural class?"

Min Zhen: "The cultural class is awesome. I can stay in the top [-] in every major exam." That's it. Li An pondered for a moment, "I know."

Min Zhen asked curiously: "Teacher, what was he like when he was in class with you?"

Li An: "It's the same as you, there's no difference. Go call him."
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After understanding Gao Shen's situation in high school, Li An had nothing to worry about.

Some people naturally like to live in their own world and are unwilling to communicate with others. There is no problem with this. When Li An was in high school, he had such a classmate in his class.

Gao Shen played the piano well, studied well, and didn't sound like a troublemaker. As a teacher, Li An felt that he had no other need to pay too much attention to him, which might be counterproductive.

Since the children can come out of school and come here to study music, it means that the children themselves have no psychological barriers when it comes to contacting the outside world.

He just needs to teach Gao Shen step by step.

But having said that, after teaching so many children, Gao Shen is still the only student who has taken three classes with him and has not yet appeared on the list of potential students.

In other words, Gaoshen’s teacher-student index has not yet reached 1.

But this didn't seem to affect his teaching.

Perhaps he should look at the significance of the teacher-student index from a different angle.

"Dangdangdang."

"Enter."

"Teacher Li."

Gao Shen opened the door and walked into the classroom. Li An nodded, "Come on."

Chopin's Revolutionary Etudes, Gao Shen's piece for this monthly exam, was also the piece played by Ang Lee on the day he enrolled.

"when!"

With a powerful chord, the moment Li An noticed that the other party hit the finger keys, he knew that the other party had solved the problem he had solved in the previous lesson.

really not bad.
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The level of proficiency was ranked at the same level as Yang Shuangyu by Li An.

There is no other reason. The talent is there and the performance is well behaved.

Although he didn't know which teacher Gao Shen had learned from before, he had to say that the path was still correct, but the range of repertoire he played was too narrow.

It's harmless, he's a good prospect with potential.

From the current point of view, it is basically impossible for Gao Shen to surpass Yang Shuangyu before the art test, but it is completely achievable to improve to a higher rank.

It just depends on how much effort this kid can put in.

When teaching smart children, time flows like water, and it’s time to feel nothing.

"The speed will be a little slower during the exam tomorrow, for stability."

Gao Shen: "Yeah."

Ang Lee: "Go back and touch the first movement of Moonlight in the next few days. Next class we will start the sonata."

As he spoke, Li An took out a sheet of music from the piano and was about to hand it to Gao Shen when Gao Shen said, "Thank you, Teacher Li. I have the sheet music of Moonlight Sonata."

"Okay." Li An didn't force it, and casually put the score on the piano board again, and then whispered softly: "If you have any questions, please contact me at any time. Come to the next class with the score."

Gao Shen put away the score and did not leave immediately, "Teacher Li, I want to take a day off and go home the day after tomorrow."

I have to take the junior high school exam the day after tomorrow. Li An: "You can go back on Friday. Are you anxious?"

Gao Shen nodded.

Li An: It’s not convenient to ask questions when you see this: “If you ask for leave during the week, you need Mr. Tao’s signature. You can go to him and explain the situation. I have no problem here.”

Gao Shen: "Okay, Teacher Li. Goodbye, Teacher Li."

After saying that, Gao Shen turned and left.

After Gao Shen left, Li An sent a message to Taozi: Teacher Tao, Gao Shen just finished his professional class and told me that he would take leave the day after tomorrow to go home. I asked him to find you. Please tell me when you communicate with his parents, He has made great progress recently.

After a moment, Taozi replied: Got it.

Eighty-one: Hard work.

After exiting Taozi's chat interface, Li An first opened Xu Li's chat interface.

Xu Li sent a document half an hour ago.

Clicking on the document, Li An felt very comfortable when he saw it. Including Xu Li and Ji Yang, seven summer camp personnel materials to be submitted were neatly listed in front of him.

This doesn't save him from having to sort it out again.

Look at this parent representative, excellent.

There was also a two-inch photo of Xiaobei with a blue background. He estimated that Xiaobei's mother took Xiaobei to take a new photo during his class time.

That's it.

Li An replied to Xu Li: Thank you, Sister Xu, for your hard work.

Then he @everyone in the group: Got it.

Without checking again, Li An saved the photos and ID cards of several children into a photo album, which he estimated would be needed in the future, and then sent the documents compiled by Xu Li to Boss X.

and a summary of children’s registration fees.

get off work.
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On the way home, he received the ensemble audio message from Lao Bian.

He took the headphones out of his bag.

Listening to it again today, the feeling is completely different from the day of recording.

Maybe he was numb during the two days of recording?

Listening to the piano recital in the headphones at this moment, he thought to himself, was this recorded by them?
It sounds too good.

Bawanyi: Brother Bian, was this post-processed?
Pipe: I don't have time, brother, don't worry, I will correct it for you when I'm done.

Chen Xuan on the side: "What's wrong? What are you enjoying?"

Li An gave Chen Xuan a headset, and Chen Xuan put it on and listened to a few bars, then asked in confusion: "Is there any problem?"

Ang Lee: "Isn't it good?"

Chen Xuan: "Isn't this the split-track version?"

Ang Lee: "No, don't you think it's great? This is not something that happened later."

Chen Xuan said expressionlessly, "I know, it's just very good. That night I kept saying it was very good, very good, but in the end you had to say that I was comforting you."

Li An said with a serious face: "Do I have it?"

Chen Xuan was angry and funny about this, "You didn't."

The night the recording ended, Li An almost tortured her to death.

Ang Lee asked her how the afternoon ensemble recording went, but no matter how she told the truth, Ang Lee would always say, you are comforting me.

Then he came back after a while to ask - how was the afternoon ensemble recording?

She has seen Li An's grinding side.

"I'll make cumin mutton for you tonight." Li An was in a good mood.

"We haven't even taken out the meat yet, so don't worry about it. Just order a takeout tonight." Chen Xuan didn't want to waste Li An's time.

takeout?Hearing the word takeout, Li An became alert, but said calmly: "It's simple, just don't order the duck blood vermicelli soup."

"Then you decide!" Chen Xuan took out her hand angrily, it tastes so good!

Li An was waiting for this sentence: "I love you."

Chen Xuan’s favorite duck blood vermicelli soup is too terrible for Ang Lee.
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One ate duck blood vermicelli soup and the other ate instant noodles.

Neither of them could understand why the other ate with gusto.

It doesn't matter.

After the meal, the two of them went out for a walk hand in hand. When they passed the scholar's gate, Li An also made a bold statement: "The scholar, one day you will be worthy of me."

Chen Xuan looked at the scholar's brightly lit door and murmured, "What if."

A gust of wind blew, and both of them became more awake.

"What should we bring to Sister Yuan's house tomorrow?"

The children made an appointment for tomorrow night's dinner when they were taking their exams.

"Smoke and bars."

Although Li An didn't know what happened specifically, on the day he had dinner with Jiang Zhigang, he still noticed something from the other person's words about Liu Daguang and Shi Ge's defeat.

Less than 10 minutes after returning home, Li An received a call from Boss X.

"Lee Ang, can all the children who play the septet come?"

The tone is quite serious.