Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 606 305. The mystery of the draft
When Wang Jinhua was mentioned, Li An showed a regretful expression,

Among all the domestic masters invited to the Summer Music Festival in Chengdu, the one he is most looking forward to is the last concert, Wang Jinhua’s Chopin special.

In his eyes, Wang Jinhua's Chopin ranks among the top five among domestic first-line pianists.

"Hey," Li An said regretfully, "Yes, after staying in Chengdu for so many years, I have never met Teacher Wang in person."

Fang Yongbo smiled: "Hey, he moved to Suzhou and Hangzhou a long time ago, and now he can't stay in China for more than two months a year. It's okay. You will have many opportunities to meet in the future, so you should prepare well."

Ang Lee: "Then when will you listen to this piece?"

Fang Yongbo thought for a while: "Wait until after the National Day. You have been relaxing recently."

He said with a smile, "Your girlfriend's parents also have to go to Yanjing from Yanshi this time."

Ang Lee: "Yes."

Fang Yongbo: “Have you seen it before?”

Li An: "I only met her mother."

Fang Yongbo joked: "Then you will be quite stressed this time."

Li An grinned, smiling with a look of sadness creeping into the corners of his eyes. Although it sounded reasonable to Chen Xuan, the actual situation was this.

It is said that there is no fixed amount of money he can earn in a month now. He is said to be a teacher, but he has no establishment.

Those who are neither good nor bad can't even introduce themselves decently.

Fang Yongbo was someone who had been here before. He looked at everything at a glance, and then said with a smile, "Take your time, there are some things that you can't rush."

Li An nodded: "You are right."

Fang Yongbo: "Let's go."

Ang Lee: "Brother Bo, please drive carefully."

After watching Fang Yongbo drive away, Li An immediately called Chen Xuan.

He had already figured out some issues, but Fang Yongbo just mentioned it, which made him a little emotional for a while.

On the other end of the phone, Chen Xuan had just checked into the hotel and was about to send a message to Li An to go to sleep. When she heard that Li An had received a new score, she suddenly felt no sleepiness at all.

"Next year is Brahms' 180th birthday."

After Chen Xuan reminded him, Li An finally realized. No wonder Fang Yongbo gave him such a score.

Chen Xuanli continued to ask on the phone, "What did Fang Zhi tell you?"

Li An: “I didn’t say anything, just gave me the score and asked me to prepare it.”

Chen Xuan: "Didn't you say when the show will be performed at the end of the year?"

Ang Lee: "No, he only said the end of the year."

Chen Xuan: "Oh."

Li An: "Fang Zhi didn't mention that I was probably still at the Chengdu Concert Hall. What happened around New Year's Day, or there were other reasons that were not convenient to talk about at the moment. It's hard for me to ask if people don't tell me about this kind of thing. Anyway, I was given the score." , I also agreed, as long as I take out the things, I will naturally know what I need to know by then."

Chen Xuan: "Indeed, I heard a senior sister say that she was invited to participate in a flute music event before, and she also got the score from the conductor half a year in advance. She thought it was her for a modern work, but she ended up performing it later. Only then did I know that the conductor contacted three flute players and finally chose her.”

Ang Lee: "Isn't this the same as if I can participate in this music festival, so we don't think about anything else and just try our best to prepare."

Chen Xuan: "Yeah! Come on! Is it difficult to have sex?"

"It's difficult, hang up first," Li An said and entered the elevator.

After getting out of the elevator, he called again: "I'm home."

Chen Xuan said contemptuously: "You are too lazy to walk on the first floor."

Li An took off his shoes and lay down on the sofa, "Sister, I got up at 06:30 too."

Chen Xuan: "Okay, okay, continue. How do you say the song?"

Ang Lee: "How should I say, nearly five and 10 minutes."

Chen Xuan: "Oh my god! Five and ten minutes!"

Ang Lee: "No, it's a four-movement concerto. You can feel it."

Chen Xuan: "Oh my God, I'm about to catch up with a large-scale symphony. Have you touched it before?"

Li An: "Hey, I didn't even dare to tell Fang Zhi."

Chen Xuan: "What did you say? You haven't touched it?"

Ang Lee: “I haven’t even listened to it in full.”

Chen Xuan: "Bless yourself. I don't think you should take a nap at noon, so hurry up."

Li Anhan: "Are you going to sleep?"

Chen Xuan: "I'm so sleepy. I was so disturbed by a child on the plane that I couldn't fall asleep at all."

Li An: "Don't you want to eat something too?"

Chen Xuan: "I won't eat anymore. I'll save my stomach and go to Teacher Xiao for dinner at night."

Li An: "Oh, go to sleep."

Sharpening the knife and chopping wood, he hung up the phone, threw Li An's cell phone beside the pillow, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The whole morning was quite rewarding.

See the conductor. (√)
Clothes dry cleaned. (√)
Call home. (√)
Catching up on sleep. (√)
About half an hour later, the screen of the phone beside my pillow lit up.
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Guanshan No. [-] Courtyard.

Seeing that the teacher had not replied to the message, Xiao Ji continued to practice.

After practicing until four o'clock in the afternoon, Xiao Ji still didn't wait for the teacher's reply.

Xiao Ji, who had been practicing for a day, couldn't move anymore.

"Let's practice again tonight."

Muttering, she took her cell phone and returned to the bedroom.

Although the teacher asked everyone to take a break today, everyone had already taken a break yesterday. If she took a break today, she was worried that the children would forget the content of the rehearsal the day before yesterday, so she edited the content of the rehearsal the day before yesterday into text, sorted it into three messages, and sent it to the group, and @ everyone.

'Everyone records a monophonic video and sends it to the group today. '

After sending the message, he opened the official account message.

Pulling down slightly, she found the new content updated by the official account of the Chengdu Summer Music Festival.

'Falling in love with Mozart while listening to the Adagio' As soon as she saw the title of the article, Xiao Ji couldn't wait to click on it.

Recently, she reads official articles every day, and today's title obviously corresponds to the teacher's performance last night.

really.

Like every music review with the nature of praise and praise, Xiao Ji only has one feeling after reading the whole article - refreshing.

For example, this sentence: "Ang Lee's piano has a unique tone and is full of singing." '

Or maybe this: 'We really feel that he is concentrating on every note of the story. '

And the sentence she felt was the best she wrote was also her true inner feeling at the time——

'Lee An used the fewest notes, the simplest texture, and the simplest ups and downs to create a pure and warm artistic atmosphere. The inner vitality of the piano is continuously transmitted to the outside under his fingers, fresh and wonderful, just like Morning light shines into the courtyard. '

This is the official account!
Xiao Ji thinks the teacher is awesome.

Not satisfied with it, he simply searched for last night's keywords.

After reading each article, she felt completely comfortable.

How could she have such a good thing to herself? Send all the links to the group one by one.

Not just a group of kids, but a group of her family.

After a while, both groups became lively.

The replies from the family group were relatively monotonous, with a middle-aged and elderly emoticon combination of thumbs up and flowers.

The messages sent by the children are much richer, with various expressions and compliments.

Finally, Ji Yang reminded: Don’t forget to post the video!!!
Xiaobei: Senior sister, I’m shopping and I’ll record it when I get home.

Liu Fengrui: Senior sister, I’m at my cousin’s house. I’ll post it tonight!

Wang Xiaohu: Senior sister, I’m in the mall with my mother. We’re going to be there tonight!
Marco: Senior sister, I’ll record it when I get home in the afternoon!

Except for the little car that had been silent, the other four children all vowed to send it out at night.

Senior Sister Ji Yang: I sent the screenshot to the teacher.

After exiting the group dialog box, Ji Yang read Liu Fengrui's private message.

'Sister, have you asked the teacher? '

Ji Yang replied: Not yet, the teacher didn’t reply to my message.
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Li An also didn't expect that he would be able to sleep until six in the afternoon.

When he opened his eyes, he thought it was dawn and quickly opened WeChat.

There was a series of messages that he didn't know where to start.

Open Ji Yang's message first, he wants to go to class.

Li Anxin said that the child was the same, he said just call.

Bawanyi: Come find me at the Art Examination Department tomorrow at noon.

moment.

Yangyangyang: Okay, teacher, have you seen the links I sent you?
Eighty-one: Just woke up.

Yang Yangyang: Teacher, take a look!Super informative.

Li Anle, falling in love with Mozart while listening to Adagio, this title is a bit disgusting.

Bawanyi: OK, let me take a look.

Li An read the five articles for about 10 minutes. In other words, they were so written that he didn't even recognize himself.

For example, this sentence, "His touch keys are soft and crystal clear, but have magnificent strength and sensitive fingering changes." '

This description is too mysterious.

There is also this sentence, 'The sound is thick and layered, and the grain of the piano is strong and full. '

This sentence is written upside down, but the person who posted it is a big classical piano public account.

Li Anxin said that he could still get this level of public attention, and he posted about last night's concert at noon today.

And not only Ji Yang, but also several friends sent him links.

Why am I still "hot" when I wake up?

The most interesting thing is that the link Fang Zheng sent him was written by a blogger named Luo Ye Zhiqiu, and he also praised him.

This ID is Fu Tianming’s trumpet!
This had to remind him of the last Red Mansion concert, the same operation, the same technique.

Li An called and said, "What's going on?"

Fu Tianming said happily on the other end of the phone, "How about it, is it interesting enough?"

Li An knew: "It's not necessary. Thank you. Oh, you make me very embarrassed."

Fu Tianming: "No thanks, just think of it as a warm-up for the concert at the end of the year."

Ang Lee: "Then I'd like to thank the boss. You were the one who contacted me about the article published by HT Piano?"

Fu Tianming: "I still want to ask you."

Li An: "I don't know either. When I woke up in the afternoon, many people sent me links. All kinds of links. I was confused."

Fu Tianming: “Did the organizers of the music festival do this secretly?”

Li An recalled the scene of having dinner with Fang Yongbo in the morning. It was hard to say: "Are you busy tonight? Let's have a meal together?"

Fu Tianming: "We'll talk about it when you come back. I just received a script recently."

Li An: "I understand, then hurry up and thank the literary director for me."

Fu Tianming: "Hang up, hang up."

After hanging up the phone from Fu Tianming, Li An sent all the links to Chen Xuan.

Then he took Bo Er's score to the study room and ruthlessly locked [-] people out of the door.

"Meow-"

By this time, it was eleven o'clock in the evening.

(End of this chapter)