Please, come home and practice the piano

"hey-hey."

Qin Yong was a little surprised by Wang Xiaohu's sudden change of face. He had a sad face just now, but suddenly he became cheerful.

"What are you laughing at?" Qin Yong found it interesting.

Faced with Teacher Qin’s “advice”, Wang Xiaohu not only was not disappointed, but even more aroused his determination to learn conducting! He wanted to learn conducting!
If one can easily learn to conduct and become a conductor, then it means that the conductor is just an ordinary role.

Now he understands that learning to conduct is only harder than what the teacher said.

Then what he has to do is to prove himself. He will embark on a road that only belongs to him, overcoming thorns and thorns, like a young man holding a knife to slay an evil dragon, and finally become a true commander.

"Teacher Qin, I will work hard to learn sight-singing and ear training first."

Wang Xiaohu put away his smile and put on a look of determination to go into battle lightly.

Qin Yong witnessed several changes in Wang Xiaohu's expression, tapping his fingers on the table, and finally nodded lightly: "Okay."

Then he took out two books from the drawer and handed them to Wang Xiaohu, "get out of class is over."
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Wang Xiaohu came out of Qin Yong's office, and Li An went in next.

He was not in a hurry to show off the two new books he got. Instead, he sat obediently in the rest corner and waited for the teacher with his mother, and told her what he had learned in this class.

In the office, Qin Yong also talked to Li An about his personal thoughts on Wang Xiaohu's next study of conducting.

Lay the foundation first, and then see if the child can persist. There is an essential difference between learning conducting and learning all musical instruments. It requires a lot of accumulation in all aspects.

If he could grit his teeth and persevere for three years, then Wang Xiaohu's desire to learn commanding would be a real thing on Qin Yong's agenda.

Li An nodded after hearing this, "Brother Yong, thank you for your hard work."

"I don't work hard." Qin Yong knows that the process of accumulation is also a process of guidance and companionship.

Looking at the conductor industry, the birth of every conductor is accompanied by rare opportunities and a high-quality growth environment.

Family atmosphere plays a vital role in this. Qin Yong did not have Wang Xiaohu's family atmosphere and growth environment at the beginning, otherwise he would not stop here today.

Of course, Qin Yong only came up with the idea of ​​becoming a conductor when he was in college.

So from a certain perspective, he admired Wang Xiaohu for having such ambition at such a young age.

"What I can teach him is too limited. You don't even need to send him to me. As long as he has the idea of ​​becoming a conductor and keeps learning piano with you, it's enough. When he gets old, he should be able to He’s almost mastered it, and that’s when he’ll be truly tested.”

After a while, "You have to pay more attention."

Qin Yong did not shirk his responsibility. If it were not for Li An's relationship, he would never accept Wang Xiaohu.

There was no other reason. It was the first time that a child of twelve or thirteen years old had to learn to conduct in a serious manner. This was the first time he had seen this situation.

How can a twelve or thirteen year old learn to conduct? Is everyone born in Tang Zhongfu's family?

Born into a wealthy family in Tang Dynasty, he was born to be a half-conductor.

Is conducting really learned?

Qin Yong has the answer in his heart, and he knows that Li An also has the answer in his heart.

But Li An still insisted on sending Wang Xiaohu to his door. As a good friend, he had nothing to say.

So at a dinner half a month ago, when Wang Xiaohu was not present, he conveyed to Xu Li tactfully and half-jokingly in front of Li An that the key to Wang Xiaohu's desire to learn conducting was Wang Xiaohu's piano teacher .

Knowing that Li An and Xu Li were now close, he was able to help Li An again.

"It's a lot of trouble for one, and it's a lot of trouble for two."

Qin Yong smiled: "I knew you were a teacher, but I thought you were doing charity work, but that child Che Lin is indeed worthy of training."

Li An waved his hand: "Wang Xiaohu is not bad either. Can we have some for lunch?"

Qin Yong also waved his hand and put out the cigarette butt: "I'll have something to do later."

After that, the two left the office together. Qin Yong sent the three of them to the elevator. Before leaving, he made an appointment with Li An for the next class time, and did not forget to ask Wang Xiaohu to listen to Li An's words.

Xu Li wanted to invite Li An to dinner at noon. Li An accepted the invitation and stated that he was here to treat him to the meal.

After vaguely guessing that Xu Li had already divorced, Li An stopped mentioning the idea of ​​inviting the family of three to dinner.

Taking this opportunity at noon today, he also wanted to thank Xu Li for her help to him during this period of time.

He asked Wang Xiaohu what he wanted to eat. Wang Xiaohu said he wanted pizza, so the three of them went to a nearby pizza shop.

Li An had lunch with the mother and son, and Xu Li drove Li An home after the meal.

On the way home from the pizzeria, Wang Xiaohu seemed to have endless questions about conducting.

Upon seeing this, Li An asked Wang Xiaohu to go to his house to play in the afternoon. Wang Xiaohu was naturally very happy when he heard this. When he arrived at the south gate of Yunkai Garden, he got off the car despite Xu Li's objection.

Xu Li: "Your teacher has been busy all morning."

Li An: "It's okay, let him come with me, he will just do some work for me."

Wang Xiaohu choked and said, "You heard me, I have to help the teacher with work," and jumped out of the car.

Li An took over the message in the car, "Sister Xu, you are busy. I will let him go back by himself at four or five o'clock."

Xu Li didn't say anything else, put Li An down and went home alone.

After returning home, he began to calculate the teachers' salaries for September. According to the contract signed by the teachers and Li An, the teachers' salaries will be paid from the 12th to the 15th of each month.
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Here Wang Xiaohu followed Li An back upstairs, entered the room and lay down on the sofa, as if he had just returned home.

"Teacher, let me tell you a secret."

"Tell me." Li An took a bottle of ice Coke from the refrigerator.

Wang Xiaohu jumped up, took it, twisted it and took a sip, "It's great!"

Then, "My mom is going through menopause."

Li Anle: "Does this mean your mother is nagging you? Isn't it because she doesn't let you drink during meals?"

Wang Xiaohu sighed: "I'm not a teacher. You don't know. My mother has a bad temper recently. She criticizes me, my grandma, and everyone. It makes me want to live in school."

Li An: "Adults also have troubles sometimes, so just don't mess with her."

After a while, "It's not easy for your mother."

Wang Xiaohu curled his lips and muttered for a moment, "I know, she made such a full schedule for me on the 11th, so I didn't say anything."

For a moment, "Teacher, what work do you want to do?"

Li An: "What kind of work can you do? I'll give you an afternoon to rest."

Wang Xiaohu: "Hey! Can I play with my phone later?"

Li An: "Come here first."

Wang Xiaohu followed Li An to the study. Li An sat in front of the piano and asked Wang Xiaohu to bring a stool over and sit next to him.

Wang Xiaohu moved a stool over and said, "Teacher."

"listen."

As he spoke, Li An opened the cover of the piano and started playing.

Wang Xiaohu didn’t know what the teacher asked him to listen to, so he just listened.

The slow and comfortable piano sound is a little passionate and unrestrained, rich in color, and full of melancholy and exotic style.

Ang Lee only played sixteen measures of the excerpt. After playing it, he asked Wang Xiaohu which country the music was from.

How could Wang Xiaohu recognize this? "Italy?" Wang Xiaohu guessed.

Then Ang Lee started playing a section again. After playing, he asked again. Wang Xiaohu said, "France?"

Then Ang Lee played three more pieces of music in succession. Each piece of music had a distinct characteristic. However, Wang Xiaohu could only tell that each piece of music came from a different region, but he could only guess where it came from.

"Let's lower the difficulty for you."

After Li An finished speaking, he started playing again, playing eight to sixteen bars each time. After playing, he asked Wang Xiaohu about the beat, speed, and major and minor keys.

It was said that the difficulty was lowered, but Ang Lee's questions were still not easy, but Wang Xiaohu was still able to do it, and later he answered correctly the tonality of two melodies and the beat of one piece of music.

"Is it difficult?" he asked.

Wang Xiaohu nodded, "A little bit."

Li An pondered for a moment and said, "Wang Xiaohu, do you know why Teacher Qin asked you to start with sight-singing and ear training?" Wang Xiaohu: "Because singing and listening are the basis for learning music."

Li An: "That's right. Then do you know what exactly we practice in ear training? Is it just to hear the sounds?"

Wang Xiaohu: "No."

Ang Lee: “When it comes to listening, we must not only hear the sound but also hear the music.”

Wang Xiaohu: "Teacher, isn't the sound here just music?"

Ang Lee played a dol, "What is this?"

Wang Xiaohu: "Dol."

Li An played another note, "What is this?"

Wang Xiaohu: "re."

Ang Lee: "What do two tones sound when they are put together and sound one after another?"

Wang Xiaohu: "Melodic intervals."

Ang Lee: "Is there any more?"

Wang Xiaohu: "Second degree."

Ang Lee: "Is there any more?"

Wang Xiaohu scratched his head.

Ang Lee: "Is it an upside?"

Wang Xiaohu immediately caught the feeling, nodded quickly and said, "Yes."

Ang Lee: "Is it the direction?"

Wang Xiaohu suddenly said, "Teacher, I understand!"

Li An: "Say."

Wang Xiaohu: "Sound is dead, but music is alive and changes in direction."

Li Anle: "Okay, I'm a bit enlightened."

Wang Xiaohu didn't dare to be proud.

Ang Lee continued: "Music is made up of individual sounds. Even one sound is the smallest unit of music. Music is in motion. We must always beware of making them static."

"It is precisely because music is moving and directional that it can be ever-changing into various styles, various tunes, various beats, various speeds, etc."

"And you, next, have to use your brain to listen and accumulate."

"The first piece of music I played was Spanish, and the second piece was Italian."

"Controlling music through ears, understanding style, and accumulating a large amount of auditory material are the required courses for you to do next."

"Remember, when listening to music, you need to use your inner hearing to feel, understand, analyze, and think about what this music wants to express. This is the first step to develop your conductor's ear."

Wang Xiaohu was a little excited, "Teacher, but now I can only hear a single note within one octave."

Ang Lee: "Then listen more and practice more. Start now and build your own sound library in your mind. The height and length of each sound should be marked with your own mark and turn them into Your personal arsenal."

Wang Xiaohu: "Weapons arsenal?"

Ang Lee: "A conductor must be a professionally trained musician, and he must have his own arsenal."

"It contains eyes, ears, mouth, brain, hands, all the organs you need to use when standing on the command platform. They are all part of your personal arsenal."

"Take the ear as an example. Although the concept of absolute pitch is not a prerequisite for becoming a conductor, a conductor must have a keen ear to discern the accuracy of pitch and the balance of volume."

"Isn't it difficult to understand?"

Wang Xiaohu nodded vigorously: "Yes!"

Ang Lee: "Besides the ears, what are the eyes and mouth used for?"

Wang Xiaohu: "Sight-singing."

Ang Lee: "The biggest difference in ability between a professional conductor and a non-conductor professional musician is not that the conductor cannot play a certain instrument as skillfully as the musician, but that the conductor can Proficient reading of scores is something that professional musicians who are not conductors cannot do.”

"With one glance and ten lines, scores for more than a dozen instruments can be completed in his mind in an instant. This is a conductor."

Wang Xiaohu: "Teacher, can you do it?"

Ang Lee: "I can't do it."

Wang Xiaohu: “I don’t believe it.”

Li An smiled: "If you want to become a conductor, what I've said is just the beginning. Are you ready to endure hardship?"

Wang Xiaohu: "It's done!"

Ang Lee: "Don't be so serious. Even if you give up halfway, your mother won't blame you, and I won't look down on you, because we know that learning to conduct is too difficult."

Wang Xiaohu: "I'm not afraid!"

Li An nodded: "Okay, in that case, let's start with the two books that Teacher Qin gave you."

"Sing each piece carefully, listen carefully to each piece, and understand one piece thoroughly before moving on to the next. During this period, the piano and vocal music cannot be left behind. I don't care about the clarinet, but you must grit your teeth and persist in learning the other content."

Wang Xiaohu: "I will also stick to the clarinet."

Li An thought about it and swallowed the words that were about to come to his lips, "There is only so much time, you have to make the most of it."

Wang Xiaohu: "Yeah."

Li An: "Xiaohu, you have made great progress in all aspects since the summer vacation. The teacher is very pleased."

Wang Xiaohu felt a little embarrassed when he was told that, then he raised his head and asked cautiously, "But?"

Li An was stunned for a moment, then realized what he was doing, and scolded with a smile: "If I don't tell you a few words, you'll be itchy."

Don't tell me, Wang Xiaohu is really like this, he giggled twice.

Looking at the clock, it was almost time. Li An asked Wang Xiaohu to do something he wanted to do, but Wang Xiaohu wanted to practice piano.

Just practice.

Li An gave up his study room for Wang Xiaohu to practice piano, and went to Chen Xuan's flute practice cabin next door to clean up alone.

This room is not small, at least it is bigger than Xiaoche's bedroom.

It's just that the bed and desk are a bit old.

Li An was thinking about how to tidy up the house when his cell phone rang in the living room.

After putting down the rag and returning to the living room, Li An picked up his phone and looked at it, feeling something bad.

"Hey, Boss Zhang."

Lao Zhang didn't write ink on the phone. Although his voice was submissive, his semantic expression was very clear and affirmative. His wife thought that 16,000 was a bit too little.

"Teacher Li, it doesn't really matter to us whether you pay annually or half-yearly."

Li An smiled into the phone and said, "Then you can give me a price and we can come back."

After a while, Lao Zhang said on the phone: "17,000, you can pay it annually and half a year. I sincerely want to rent the house to you. The key is the home."

Li An: "I understand, I understand, 17,000, right? Then I will also discuss it with my family. You can do your work first."

After hanging up the phone, Li An threw the phone back into the cabin and continued to pick up the rag.

Why don't you just grab it? Do you really think those who engage in art are rich people?

I rub.

Then his ears perked up and he shouted angrily toward the door: "Wrong sound!"

Brother Tiger in the study room trembled.