Please, come home and practice the piano

"Secrets?"

It turns out that the three little things were communicating about today’s lesson.

Not bad, not bad. Li An was very satisfied. He liked to watch the children have such meaningful exchanges, communicate together, and make progress together.

Looking at Xiao Che's longing eyes, Li An naturally couldn't "treat one over the other."

"Technology and musical understanding are bottomless pits, so how do we measure how well we have played a piece of music?"

After sharing the secrets with the car, Ang Lee then asked the three children a question.

How do we measure that we have played a piece of music?
The three children thought for a moment.

Xiao Liu: "Continuous."

Car: "Complete."

Marco: "+1+1."

Ang Lee: "Why do I allow you to make mistakes and have rhythm problems at this stage, because you are not professionals."

"Performers make mistakes on stage, let alone you."

"Mistakes can be made, as long as you know where you went wrong. It doesn't matter if you can't correct a piece of music, especially etudes. Etude is just for practice. If you fail to practice one, there will be countless others."

“But it must be complete.”

"It's a playing habit."

"Just like when we do things, if we finish one thing from beginning to end, we will gain something. This kind of gain is something you can't get even if you do 95% of ten things."

"do you understand?"

The three nodded.

Li An smiled: "You only understand half of it. Come on, let's give an example of our own."

"When any of you got the septet's score, you thought about the effect of our performance in the church."

The three of them shook their heads!

Who would have thought of this.

Ang Lee asked again: "Who could have imagined the effect of our recording at the Chengdu Concert Hall?"

The three of them continued to shake their heads.

None of them were sure they could pull off their vocals.

Ang Lee: "It turns out that the first thing each of us does is to play our respective parts completely, and then we solve technical and musical problems bit by bit in the ensemble."

"right."

The three of them felt something, and it was indeed what the teacher said.

Ang Lee: "If each of us sticks to our own details from the beginning, let alone ten days and a half month, even if we are given another month, we will not be able to achieve the effect in the church in the end."

"why?"

"Because technology serves music, if you already have the technology to perform an ensemble, then there is no such thing as picking out details. Since you need to pick out details, it means you don't have this technology. If you don't have this technology, you will It means that you don’t know how to deal with technical issues specifically, that is, you have no direction.”

The three nodded.

"When did you start to have a direction?"

Xiao Liu: "It's the first time it's done."

Li An: "Right, it's really hard to describe how we got together at that time. If you recall, you all called Che Lin the God of Cars. How about that time of God of Cars?"

Xiaoche pursed his lips in embarrassment.

Ang Lee: "It bounced like a cannon, and Marco couldn't even hear his voice."

Then, "Why can't I hear Marco? Marco doesn't dare to play for fear of making mistakes, right?"

Marco: "Yes, teacher."

Ang Lee: "But after finishing that session, Marco, did he feel like he knew how to play it?"

Marco: "Well, I feel much clearer."

Xiao Liu: “We have a direction.”

Ang Lee: "So, of course, if you are asked to play a piece of music, whether it is solo or ensemble, that is completely beyond your level, it will be useless even if you stumble a hundred times."

"Within the scope of the technology, if you play a piece of music completely first, it will help you establish a general practice direction. I am not sure about other teachers' students, but among you, I believe you have already begun to have it here. Such ability.”

As he spoke, Li An pointed to his temple, "To practice the piano, you have to use your brain. Of course, the more you practice, the greater your harvest will be. Since we don't have that much time at the moment, we must cherish every minute of practice time. A little bit."

Marco: “Accumulation.”

"That's right." Li An reached into the potato chip bag again and found that it was gone. He changed the subject and complained, "This thing is really unpalatable."

The three children laughed, and the car immediately picked up another bag of potato chips, "Teacher."

"If you don't want to eat, you have to eat at noon. I won't keep you two. Liu Fengrui has to have math class in the afternoon, and Marco has to go to the gate of the community to wait for the school bus at half past one, right?"

Marco: "Teacher, I can go later. My dad can drive me."

Li An: "Farewell, without delaying your normal arrangements, you two should leave soon."

After a pause, "A Liu, did you relax this morning?"

Xiao Liu's smiling face turned into an oval shape, "I'm happy."

Marco’s last question: “Teacher, what should we play in the next duet?”

The three children were discussing this issue just now. Xiao Che guessed it was a work by Mozart, Xiao Liu guessed it was a work by Bach, and Marco guessed it was a work by Beethoven.

Facing the three children's expectant eyes, Li An didn't intend to show off. He had already told Ji Yang in the morning, "Spanish dance music."

Spanish dance music? It sounds very good!

"Moshkovsky's works are simpler in difficulty than Vivaldi's and have beautiful melodies."

The third child already showed an impatient expression, and then Li An poured a basin of cold water on it, "It takes time to practice even if it is simple. Do you have time now?"

At this moment, a cell phone ringing came from the hut, and the car's phone rang.

Li An motioned Xiao Che to answer the phone, then looked at Xiao Liu and Marco: "Practice as much as possible without affecting your studies. I'll tell you the method. Since you like it, just bite the bullet, eh?"

"Yeah!" The two little boys nodded in unison.

Xiaoche hung up the phone and hurriedly walked out of the bedroom: "Teacher, I'm going downstairs."

"Who's coming," Li An asked.

Cart: "Nail comes to deliver something, and he has to leave in a hurry."

Li An nodded and looked at Xiao Liu again: "Remember not to collapse your palms."

Xiao Liu: "Yeah."

After instructing Xiao Liu, Li An turned to Marco and said, "Breathe."

Marco: "Teacher, I will pay attention."

Li An: "Okay, see you next week. Get your things."

"goodbye teacher."

"goodbye teacher."

As soon as Li An sent the two boys to the corridor, the car ran out of the stairs of the emergency passage.

"What is it?" Li An didn't see anything in the little car.

The car didn't know how to explain it: "Car, electric car, teacher, please go downstairs and take a look."

With that said, the four teachers and students got off the elevator together. As soon as they left the unit door, Li An saw a brand new white electric scooter.

"You two go home quickly and don't run around."

The two little boys waved and said goodbye to the lane, and then left. Li An looked around: "Is the nail leaving now?"

Car: "Ang."

Li An looked around the electric car and said, "It's pretty good."

Car: "He asked me to go to school and ride it, and let you ride it to buy groceries. He said it was convenient."

Li An: "Okay, let's go upstairs first."

A bunch of keys were handed to the car in the elevator, and Li An asked the car to be loaded first, "I haven't ridden it yet."

The car made a sound, and then emphasized: "It's very simple."

Li Anle: "I'm going to print something this afternoon, let's give it a try." Xiao Che: "Teacher, I'm going to print out some music too."

The trolley handler explained everything about the newspaper template. After hearing this, Li An felt that it was a bit inappropriate. Normally, the handwritten newspaper should be drawn by himself, "Does your teacher allow it?"

Xiaoche: "I just asked my classmates, and some of them asked the teacher and they said it's okay."

Li An: "Okay, it saves the trouble. Let's go after lunch."

When they got home, the teacher and the student discussed what to eat for lunch, completely ignoring the sound of the piano in the study.

Li An went in to take a look midway and asked Wang Xiaohu when he was leaving.

"What time does your mother want you to go back?"

"It doesn't matter what time it is. I won't go swimming until 2:30 in the afternoon," Wang Xiaohu said. "My mother came out with me just now. She went to my uncle's house. They seemed to have something to do in the afternoon."

Li An: "Are you going to your grandma's house later?"

Wang Xiaohu: "If you don't go, it will be too late to get back and forth."

Li An: "Then what do you eat for lunch?"

Wang Xiaohu: “Let’s go downstairs to have something to eat later, or go home and order takeout.”

Li An hesitated for a moment: "Then eat at my place for lunch."

Wang Xiaohu: "Uh, okay."

Li An: "Keep practicing, I'll call you when I'm eating."

After Li An came out, he sent a message to Xu Li, explaining that Wang Xiaohu would leave him to eat, and that Wang Xiaohu should go home and rest before going swimming in the afternoon.

Then he called Ding Ding again and asked about the car's condition and charging issues. Then Li An washed his hands and went to the kitchen.

The meat in the refrigerator was ready. Li An asked Xiaoqi to go downstairs and buy four sesame seed cakes, and he cooked them.

Half an hour later, two dishes, one meat and one vegetarian, were brought to the table. The bowls and chopsticks were placed on the trolley, and in the bowl was the remaining millet porridge from the morning.

"Wang Xiaohu! Wash your hands and eat."

"Here comes teacher!"

In the study, Wang Xiaohu stopped when he heard the sound, walked out of the study and glanced around, but Che Lin was nowhere to be seen, and then quickly went to the bathroom.

As a result, she bumped into Che Lin at the bathroom door.

"The floor is slippery." The car gave a friendly reminder after taking off the dirty bathroom that Liu Fengrui stepped on.

"Oh." Wang Xiaohu didn't know why. He didn't know how many times he had entered the teacher's bathroom. But after learning that Che Lin lived here, he felt that the teacher's bathroom had become different.

They didn't dare to look around, and they washed their hands much more quietly.

Li An and the car were already in place on the table. Wang Xiaohu was still missing. Li An asked, "Is he going to the toilet?"

Xiaoche: “I don’t know.”

At this moment, Wang Xiaohu came to the restaurant wiping his hands.

The three of them sat on each side of the square dining table. Li An moved the chopsticks first, and then Xiao Che picked up the chopsticks. Wang Xiaohu felt that he should move the chopsticks last.

"good to eat!"

A piece of spicy pork knuckle was fed into his mouth. Wang Xiaohu was almost confused by the aroma and immediately blew it to Li An: "Teacher, my mother's cooking is not one-fifth as good as yours."

"Che Lin's father cooked the meat," Li An said truthfully, "I'm just responsible for the simple processing."

"Wow." Wang Xiaohu was speechless. The way he wanted to eat more but didn't dare to eat more made Li An feel funny.

"The three of us will eat everything on the table, and there won't be any leftovers."

"Yeah." Xiao Che bit into the sesame seed cake. She was really hungry.

Wang Xiaohu can eat vegetables and cakes, but he doesn't like to drink millet porridge and polenta: "Teacher, can I drink water? I can't get used to this."

Li An: "Okay, then don't waste it."

Wang Xiaohu: "Thank you, teacher!"

Li An asked Wang Xiaohu to get the water by himself, and divided the porridge that Wang Xiaohu had not touched into his and the cart's bowls.

"Che Lin, do you drink water?" Wang Xiaohu didn't forget to ask before leaving, "Teacher, do you drink tea?"

Xiaoche: "No, I'll drink porridge."

Li An: "You don't have to worry about us, you are a guest."

Wang Xiaohu scratched his head and went to get a glass of water with a grin on his face.

Then about the rehearsal of Moskovsky's works during the winter vacation. Ang Lee said that he would give the score to Wang Xiaohu when he came back, and asked Wang Xiaohu to go back and sing the score for each part. It was regarded as the singing and listening homework for the first half of the semester. As a result, this made Xiaoche also had an idea in his mind.

Why was Wang Xiaohu able to get the score in advance? Just now when Marco and the others were there, she wanted to ask the teacher if she could practice first.

"I will try to finish singing it within a month."

As soon as Wang Xiaohu made his promise, Xiao Che took over and said, "Teacher, can I play the ball in advance?"

Li An explained: "This is a command assignment assigned to him. In your case, it will be in the second half of the semester."

Xiaoche immediately understood: "Good teacher."

Wang Xiaohu: "Teacher, do we have performances during the winter vacation? Winter camp?"

Ang Lee: "There will definitely be performances, but as for the winter camp, I'm afraid there won't be any. Why, do you still want to participate?"

Wang Xiaohu: "Well, I really miss our friends from Group 5."

As if he suddenly remembered something, Wang Xiaohu's tone suddenly became mysterious, "Teacher, do you know that Tang Xiaoxing has arrived in Moscow?"

Huh?
Li An slowed down the speed of picking up the vegetables. Of course he knew that. Just after finishing cooking, he saw in the WeChat Moments posted by Boss X that Tang Xiaoxing and Pisarev had already started class early in the morning.

"I know."

The question is how Wang Xiaohu knew. It didn’t sound like Xiaoche said, “How did you know?”

Wang Xiaohu: "Tang Xiaoxing sent me a message yesterday, saying she was leaving, and encouraged me to work harder and learn command."

Li An smiled: "Do you two communicate much?"

Wang Xiaohu: "It's okay."

Fortunately.

Well, Li An nodded, "Hurry up and eat, and we will talk more about music learning in the future."

Wang Xiaohu: "I don't like talking to her. She takes the initiative to send me messages."

At this moment, Bao Wan meowed around the dining table again, and the cart put down his chopsticks and went to the living room, followed closely by Ba Wan.

Xiaoche didn't notice that the eighty-thousand-dollar rice and water basins were empty, so he squatted down and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Bawan rubbed his head against the car's knees, then jumped on the sofa and scratched the sofa again.

"Che Lin comes back for dinner, you don't have to worry about it, it just wants someone to play with."

Xiaoche received it and whispered to Bawan: "I'll play with you tonight."

Then he returned to the dining table and continued eating.

After the meal, Wang Xiaohu wanted to talk to the car alone for a few words before leaving, but he didn't know what to say. While the teacher was going to the bathroom, he asked in a low voice: "Will you stay at the teacher's house on weekends from now on?"

Xiaoche shook his head: "I will go home during the weekend."

Wang Xiaohu: "Oh, have you finished your homework?"

Xiaoche: "There is also a handwritten newspaper, what about you?"

Wang Xiaohu: "I've finished writing it a long time ago."

While the two were talking, Li An came out of the bathroom.

"Wang Xiaohu, please go back and rest for a while. Please pay attention to your safety when swimming in the afternoon."

"Well, goodbye teacher, goodbye Che Lin."

"Bye-Bye."

Wang Xiaohu was sent away at the door, and the car was about to wash the dishes. Li An asked him to go back to the bedroom to sleep, "Sleep for forty-five minutes, and then we go out to print something."

"Good afternoon, teacher."

"good afternoon."

After a busy morning and noon, Li An finally got a moment of peace.

Just as he was lighting up a cigarette in the kitchen, Lin Yan's call came.