Please, come home and practice the piano

There is no element of showmanship.

Ang Lee simply wanted the two girls to experience the difference in the effects of applying different beats to the same piece up close.

He doesn't need to let the two people hear the specific difference. Even the current small cars can't do it. It takes a lot of practice and practice to hear the clear difference.

Now he just hopes that the two of them can judge by feeling.

When the theme under the fingering reappeared, Ang Lee deliberately slowed down his fingering speed, but the feeling of the music did not seem to have changed.

"Is it 44 or 22 now?"

When Ji Yang looked at the car, he found that the car was also looking at her.

The two girls, one big and one little girl, had some doubts in their eyes. Has the rhythm changed?

The beat in their ears should still be 44 at this moment.

But if the teacher asks this now, doesn't it mean that the beat they hear now is different from what they heard just now?

What's the difference?

The two girls couldn't hear it. They only heard that the tempo had slowed down, but the progression and rhythm of the music had not changed.

moment.

"44."

"44."

The two girls said in unison.

The next second, as Li An stopped his hand, the room became quiet.

"It's 44," Li An affirmed with a smile. "You must always trust your ears. Once your ears are good, your brain will be good, and your hands will be good. It's not difficult to understand."

The two of them breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that the teacher had set a trap for them. Fortunately, they were not "cheated"!
"The key point here is Haydn's Boeing. Remember, you need to know how to deal with it if you encounter it in the future."

The two nodded.

"Also, Ji Yang, when you go back to practice, don't use the metronome yet. Use the 2-2 feeling when you're almost done and then turn on the metronome."

Ji Yang: "Yeah."

Ang Lee: "No one came on stage with a metronome, and the band accompaniment was not a metronome. You have reached the next stage."

Ji Yang: "Understood."

Li An stood up and picked up the teacup, and found that the teacup had reached the bottom. Xiao Che quickly took the cup, and when he came back, the cup was filled with hot water.

"Go do your homework."

"Ah."

After the car went back to the house, Li An talked to Ji Yang for twenty minutes about the details of the first movement.

Finally, Ji Yang was left to practice by himself for a while, and he listened. Just after half past nine, there was another knock on the door in the living room.

"goodbye teacher."

"Well, if you have any questions, send them to me directly."

After seeing off Ji Yang, Li An ushered in the second class of the day.

"Goodbye, senior sister."

Outside the living room door, Xiao Liu and his senior sister waved their hands. After entering the room, they didn't notice that there were two more pairs of shoes on the shoe rack at the door that were obviously not Teacher Chen's.

He actually stopped in the living room to look for 80,000 people. To his surprise, 80,000 people did not greet him!

BIG courage! Then he entered the study room.

"Happy National Day, teacher."

"How can I be as happy as you, Haiyan, where was the video your dad sent to his WeChat Moments, Forest Park?"

As soon as he heard "Haiyan", Xiao Liudun couldn't feel happy at all. He couldn't hold on to the forced smile on his lips. He sat down in front of the piano and started to complain for a minute.

The holiday homework for Xiao Liu's eloquence class is to record a video of outdoor recitation of poetry. "Haiyan" is the poem title assigned by the eloquence teacher, and the location of the forest park was chosen by his father.

In order to record this assignment, Xiao Liu spent a whole morning the day before yesterday!
Originally, he had made an appointment with his friends to go out for a happy eloquence class the day before yesterday!
"Damn it!" Xiao Liu hated it.

Li An: "Your dad just gave you half a day off?"

Xiao Liu curled his lips and said: "Other time has long been taken up with various tutoring classes and homework. Our school is so perverted. There are 21 papers assigned. I just finished them last night and I still need to do them at two o'clock this afternoon. It’s math class, school starts tomorrow, hey.”

Li An: "Is there anything else you can do in the morning?"

Xiao Liu: "No more."

Li An: "Go to class first. I'll tell your dad after class and ask you to stay here a little longer."

Xiao Liu: "Teacher, I love you!!"

After a while, "Teacher, I have been... lately."

Ang Lee: "I know, come on, let's continue with the etude from last class."
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The children are now in junior high school, and their studies inevitably become busier. Sometimes Li An can only sigh when he hears the complaints from parents.

Liu Fengrui is not an exception. Xiaobei has stopped taking piano lessons for half a month.

Marco's situation wasn't much better. After Xiao Liu finished class, Marco looked a little listless when he walked into the study room.

"Teacher, I practiced for a while the night before yesterday and last night."

"It's okay. I just entered junior high school. I need some time to adapt. Come on, let's continue with the etudes from the last class."

Liu Fengrui can still find some time to practice the piano from Monday to Friday, while Ma Ke has to live on campus from Monday to Friday, so he just plays the piano during class and before class every week.

In view of this situation, Ang Lee also had to adjust his teaching plan.

Throughout September, he slowed down the progress of every child's piano learning, including the little car.

As he said, children need time to adapt to the new stage of learning.

As long as learning is not delayed, Li An will adjust the curriculum based on the child's condition and the parents' thoughts. This is his only strategy at the moment.

Under such heavy study pressure, he is very satisfied that parents can spare half a day for their children to take piano lessons.

"You play well, Marco. Even though you have less time to practice now, your efficiency is still quite high. Not bad. Just keep it like this."

"Hey, teacher, I want to take the CET-6 test next summer, is it okay?"

"You want to play Korau's A minor sonata, right?"

"Well, after I heard Doudou play last time, I wanted to practice this one."

"Do you and Doudou have regular contact?"

"Occasionally."

"how is she."

"She also has more homework than before, but her home is right in front of the school and she can get home in five minutes after school. She said she can practice piano for more than an hour every day on average.

"That's pretty good. Come on, let's continue and tell you a trick. If we're not familiar with a piece of music, like your etude, you've been playing it for three weeks and you're not familiar with it. What should you do? Play forward, don’t stop if you make a mistake, don’t stop if you mess up.”

As he spoke, Li An raised his hand to demonstrate. There were artificially wrong sounds made by others, and there were also sounds that sounded like he had really messed up the rhythm. But no matter how wrong or messed up he was, he didn't stop.

Music is always moving forward.

Playing to the last note, he played it slowly and gradually, and the music ended perfectly.

At the end, he did not forget to gently lift his hands and then put them away again, as if he had completed a stage performance.

"How was it?" he asked.

Marco had to say that the only moment in his mind when the teacher finally dropped the key and stopped his hand was like listening to a performance.

"Sounds good." Marco replied truthfully.

Ang Lee: "The music doesn't have to be perfect, but it must be complete. If we don't have so much time to modify the middle part, then we should perfect the onset and ending to ensure that the music played at least has a beginning and an end."

Marco: "Teacher, I understand."

Li An: "I don't tell ordinary people."

Marco: "Hey."

Even if you don’t have time to practice, you still have to ensure that the overall learning framework is complete. This is the minimum.

When Li An saw this paragraph in Teacher Wei's teaching notes, he thought for a long time.

In the end, he found that there was no more suitable way to deal with some practical situations, such as Xiao Ma and Xiao Liu's current situation.

If a child knows that he does not have time to practice, but still wants to learn, and his parents support him, it means that the child still has the possibility to continue to improve.

However, if after a month of continuous lessons, the child finds that he cannot even play a complete thing, and then compares it with the past, there will definitely be a gap in his heart, which will undoubtedly have a certain impact on the child's enthusiasm for learning and self-confidence. "Keep it up, send it with your left hand! Yes, come back, it doesn't matter if you're wrong, keep going."

The sound of the piano rises and falls, and Ang Lee's body movements are even more exaggerated than the sound of the piano. Those who can't hear it think that the child in front of the piano is playing some big piece.

"Yes Marco, this etude is much more difficult than what you have played before."

After stumbling to the end, Ang Lee patted Marco on the shoulder and said, "Well done."

Marco: "Teacher, I think I can go on stage."

Ang Lee: "You understand."

After a moment, two bursts of laughter rang out in the study.

OK, now that I'm in junior high school, I'm much more cheerful than before, and I'm starting to have a dry sense of humor.

While laughing at Li An's attention, he paid attention to the door of the study. He just heard the sound of the door next door.
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living room.

On the sofa, Xiao Liu was once again surprised by Xiao Che's speech.

"Are you going to stay at the teacher's house on Mondays and Fridays from now on?" Xiao Liu lowered his voice as much as possible, his eyes full of disbelief, "When did it happen?!"

Car: "I moved it here yesterday."

After a brief shock, Xiao Liu realized that there seemed to be no problem: "Then your school will be much closer in the future."

Xiaoche: "Well, have you practiced that piece during the holidays?"

I feel ashamed to say that in mid-September, Xiao Liu asked the car god for the music score, but Xiao Liu has not practiced it until today. "There are too many homeworks. We assigned 21 papers during the holidays, as well as various excerpts from large books to read."

Xiaoche understood deeply: "We are about the same, but the teacher only assigned fifteen papers."

Xiao Liu: "Have you finished writing?"

Xiaoche: "There is also a handwritten newspaper. I can't draw."

Xiao Liu: "It's too troublesome. Just print out the next theme template online and just write on it."

Car: "Ah? Is it okay!?"

Xiao Liu: "Of course, our class teacher asked us to do it like this. You also have a National Day theme, right?"

The car stood up directly: "Yes!"

Finally, when he had the opportunity to fight against the car god, Xiao Liu took out his mobile phone and said rather grandly, "I will send it to you. You can choose any of the five templates."

Help!
Xiaoche really didn’t know how to thank Xiao Liu, “Thank you!!”

Xiao Liu grinned, "Be polite to me. From now on, all your handwritten newspaper templates will be handed over to me."

Just then, the door to the living room rang again.

"Xiao Bei." Xiao Liu blurted out while looking in the direction of the door.

"Xiaobei asked for leave again today," Xiaoche said, getting up and opening the door.

"Ah? Xiaobei asked for leave again." Xiao Liu murmured, and saw that the car had already reached the entrance.

Outside the door, Wang Xiaohu was guessing which day Che Lin would go to class today. Che Lin didn't reply to his message yesterday, and he was embarrassed to ask again. If it was based on their last class in September, Che Lin should come half an hour later. But not necessarily.

Suddenly there were footsteps inside the door, and then the door lock sounded.

next second.

"you."

Seeing that the doorman turned out to be Che Lin, Wang Xiaohu didn't expect that Che Lin was already here, but he never expected that Che Lin would be there.
He definitely didn't mean to look at anything, but when he lowered his head for a moment, he noticed that the other party was actually wearing slippers and had bare feet! ?

"Well, I moved to the teacher's house."

Xiaoche was not surprised by Wang Xiaohu's reaction. She could have imagined that if Wang Xiaohu knew her reaction to moving to the teacher's house, he would definitely say: I diao! !
"I am diao!!"

Wang Xiaohu was so shocked that he forgot to change his shoe covers. Just as he was about to follow Che Lin into the house, a voice came from in front of him: "Shoe covers."

Wang Xiaohu hurriedly bent down to change his shoe covers. The moment he lowered his head, he even had a "perverted" smile on his face!

Rub rub rub rub! ! Wouldn’t it be possible for me to just come to the teacher’s house in the future? ?
Xiao Liu on the sofa could hear the conversation at the door. At this moment, he seemed to have heard Wang Xiaohu's frantic inner cry.

But before Wang Xiaohu had time to rejoice, Marco had already walked out of the study.

The two boys greeted each other in a cool way. Wang Xiaohu did not forget to take another look in the living room, then passed Marco and entered the study.

"Why are you so happy about a good thing?" Li An joked.

Wang Xiaohu coughed: "I'm very happy to see you."

"Very good," Ang Lee directly motioned Wang Xiaohu to sit in front of the piano, "Come on then, Article 62."

Wang Xiaohu was dumbfounded: "Huh?"

After a pause, "Teacher, didn't you just learn that the day before yesterday?"

Li An: "You haven't practiced well?"

Wang Xiaohu: ". Ang."

Li An frowned: "Then you came to class so much that you didn't practice well. Why did you come to class? Fifty-eight points."

Wang Xiaohu: "Teacher, can I hand in my homework next class?"

The three 599s were all assigned in the last class, and Wang Xiaohu was not yet familiar with them.

Li An: "Then why are you just standing there stupidly? Why don't you hurry up and practice!"

Wang Xiaohu was so frightened that he hurriedly sat down and took out the music score from his bag, not daring to think about his friends in the living room.

Li An turned around with a smile on his face, "Can I let you come for free?"
Then he sat down in front of the computer and got busy. The first half of the ensemble etudes written by Pao Mei had been sent to him. He had to sort it out and print it out. He would use it in his literacy class next week.
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living room.

"very nice."

When Marco heard the news that Che Lin had moved to his teacher's place, his first reaction was that Che Lin finally didn't have to take the bus so hard every day.

"Yes." Xiao Liu took over, "Hey, is there anything to eat? Car God, I didn't even eat in the morning."

"Um." Xiaoche knew where there was food, but she couldn't make any decisions without the teacher's permission. Suddenly, "Yes."

Dingzhang brought her some food when he came yesterday, but she hadn't had time to eat it yet.

"Eighty thousand."

Xiao Che touched Bao Wan's head in his arms, and Ba Wan jumped off Xiao Che's legs as if he understood.

In the next half hour, the three friends ate snacks and talked about their first experiences in junior high school life.

There is happiness, but of course there is also trouble.

At the same time, at the entrance of Shipo Middle School, Dingzi was riding a brand new white electric car passing by, continuing towards Yunkaiyuan.

Yesterday Lao Che said he would buy an electric car for his small car, and today he has implemented it.

Returning to the piano from all the gossip in school, all three children said they have less and less time to practice.

Xiao Liu smiled mysteriously: "But the teacher gave me a secret book today."

Xiaoma: "Oh? What a coincidence."

The two little boys looked at each other and smiled, as if they saw the secret book in each other's eyes.

"what?"

The car was a little anxious when it saw this.

At this time, the study door was pushed open, and Li An walked out of the study and looked into the living room, "Good guys, there is so much food, why don't you have lunch at noon?"

When Wang Xiaohu listened to these words in front of the piano, he felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, with thorns on his back and a lump in his throat.

"Wrong sound."

With a few words, Li An slammed the study door shut.

Wang Xiaohu seemed to be awakened by a basin of water, and his attention returned to the music score in front of him again.

Now that Che Lin has moved to live with his teacher, he will definitely have much more time to practice piano than before, and he will have to work harder.

Listening to the steady rhythm in the room, Li An smiled inwardly, okay, this kid.

"What are three people talking about?"

Li An took the opportunity to sit next to Liu Fengrui, picked up the unpacked potato chips on the table and started chewing them.

Crunchy.