Please, come home and practice the piano

I finally finished my eleventh holiday homework, and the car felt like a great victory.

Hey.

Looking at the handwritten newspaper in front of me, which was a bit crooked even though it was drawn one stroke at a time, Xiao Che felt no regrets.

She tried her best.

She gained happiness that she had never had before. In the past, when she wrote holiday homework, she would do it half-heartedly, and sometimes she would not write it at all.

But now she does every homework carefully, and she feels a sense of accomplishment after finishing it.

She can do it too!

Xiao Qi did not dare to go out before being summoned by the teacher. While waiting, she took out her mobile phone expectantly.

Seeing that Xiaobei hadn't replied to her message yet, her joy was suddenly dampened.

Except for Dingzhi who sent her a message, there was no other message from anyone else.

Seeing Tang Xiaoxing's likes for Wang Xiaohu in the circle of friends, she thought of Wang Xiaohu's comment at lunch that Tang Xiaoxing took the initiative to send Wang Xiaohu messages every time, and then images of five groups of performance stages appeared in her mind. The two people's cooperation was really tacit. .

Thinking about the three dots together, she snickered.

She didn't know if it was her misunderstanding. She felt that Tang Xiaoxing felt a little bit guilty about Wang Xiaohu.

At this moment, there was a burst of chaotic footsteps outside the door, driving away the strange gossip in her mind. She pricked her ears, but she couldn't hear anything clearly.

Of course, this cannot be blamed on the poor ears of the car. It can only be blamed on Li An, who made the sound insulation of the two houses to the extreme in order not to affect the neighbors. Even the door gaps in the house were professionally filled.

About a minute later, there was a knock on the door and she stood up suddenly to open the door.

"Teacher." She whispered and looked out the door.

"Your master left. He didn't call you because he was afraid of disturbing your homework." Then Li An asked, "Have you finished your homework?"

Well, the master is gone. Xiaoche is still a little regretful that he didn't see the master, "I'm done!"

As she said that, she turned around and picked up the masterpiece on the table, and handed it to Li An with both hands expectantly.

Li An looked at it carefully, and after a moment he slowly said, "Thank you for having this template."

"teacher"

Xiaoche curled her lips resentfully, with a trace of "resentment" emerging from the corner of her eyes. What does it mean to be lucky to have this template? She wondered if her handwriting was so ugly. Although she knew it was ugly, she still wanted to get a little praise in some way. Any kind of praise will do.
She wrote really hard.

Li Anle said: "We have to accept the reality that the handwriting is not good-looking. This shows that we still have a lot of room for improvement."

Xiaoche heard that it made sense, and when she thought that her blackboard writing still had huge room for improvement, she became happy again: "Yeah."

After a rough scan, Li An carefully looked at the content under several headings, and then kept nodding, "Not bad, good, rich in content, clear themes, detailed descriptions, and written with care."

ah? He wanted to be praised when he was not praised, but when he heard that he was praised, Xiao Che became embarrassed. How could any teacher say it so well?

"Look here," Li An pointed out one point, "you have written down our inner feelings of watching the flag-raising ceremony during the summer vacation. With the title of this part, praising the motherland, people can intuitively feel the love of our Chinese people. The heroic mood, the ideal of gold, this gold is used particularly well.”

At this point, Xiaoche really didn't know how else to express himself other than a silly smile.

It was the first time she was praised for her good word choice, and she realized the joy of learning again.

"I've finished my homework, let's practice the piano."

"Ah."

The teacher and student started practicing on the same frequency today.

It’s not that this doesn’t interfere with each other at all. It’s okay for Ang Lee, after all, he is an experienced driver.

But the car is still small, and sometimes you still need to practice it by yourself.

It's just that Li An hasn't figured out where to get another piano to put next door. He can't touch the piano in the study because he has to use it for classes on weekends.

Let's do this for now.

With his hands up and down, he switched to the D major scale with both hands in the same direction, and the car was exactly in sync with him.
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At half past seven, the teacher and students had dinner. Xiao Che wanted to eat instant noodles, so Li An also tried to save trouble.

After dinner, he practiced with Xiao Che for a while, and it was nine o'clock. Considering that the child would officially start school tomorrow morning, Li An asked Xiao Che to go to bed early tonight.

Considering that the car might need a shower, Li An was worried that the child would be embarrassed, so he took the initiative to say that he had something to do.

"I have something to do when I go out. If you want to take a shower, be careful not to slip because of the burn. You don't have to wait for me to come back. You go to bed early and have fried dough sticks for breakfast tomorrow. It's agreed."

Xiao Qi really wanted to take a shower, "Teacher, where do you put the washed socks?"

Li An: "There is a shelf on the balcony. Um, well, you can dry it on the balcony first. When you come back, I will install a place for you to dry your clothes in the house. Let's go."

After saying that, he picked up the mobile phone in the living room, went out and called Chen Xuan.

In the house, Xiaoqi quickly went to the bathroom with a change of clothes.

She had to finish washing quickly and write this week's letter to Xiaobei, even though she had saved up and not exchanged letters with Xiaobei for two weeks.

Soon there were 80,000 sneaky voices outside the bathroom door.

"80,000, be good."

Eighty Wan is not good: "Meow-"
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"Hold on, there are still three to seven hours."

"I want to eat Ermao Malatang."

"Okay, let's go eat when you come back, and hurry up and study."

After greeting Teacher Chen, Li An hung up the phone and walked around the community twice.

Although the early autumn night was already a bit chilly, it still felt a bit pleasant.

The sweet scent of sweet-scented osmanthus can be smelled everywhere. Under the street lights, green and yellow ginkgo branches cover the street without knowing when, and the chrysanthemums on the roadside are in full bloom as promised.

The evening wind blew, rustling, rustling, and an old couple supported each other on the roadside and walked toward the lights in the south.

The scene in front of him reminded Ang Li of October in Lao Chai's Four Seasons, but it was different from Tolstoy's October in Chai. The garden in late autumn was withered and desolate, with yellow leaves blowing in the wind.

Li An didn't bring any headphones with him, so he took his cell phone and turned on the speakerphone.

The moving minor tune is refracted on the street, without strong emotional contrast. The beautiful melody is like a continuously developing line, lyrically and euphemistically.

Following the melody line and the path that the old couple walked, Ang Lee measured this autumn with his steps.

He feels this is a promising autumn.

As soon as the tune played in his ears, he seemed to feel a fire-like passion from the calm, full and powerful.

He stopped and looked at the lights of Wanjia, and Bo Er's melody appeared in his mind.

The piano begins eagerly, and the string section and horns respond with deep sounds.

It is full of fiery passion, full and powerful rhythm, and tense conflicts, just like the turbulent waves in his heart at this moment.

Doubtful, longing, meditating.

Another gust of evening wind blew, and Li An seemed to have caught a glimpse of inspiration. He took out his cigarette case, lit one and continued to move forward.

He kept walking, and the mobile phone in his pocket played Chai October in a loop, until Bo Er in his mind walked through it completely again, and he stopped.

After a while, he opened the memo on his phone and edited a few paragraphs. His fingers moved quickly and slowly, as if he was playing a piece of music with ups and downs of emotions.

But each paragraph of text he edited seemed to be broken and isolated from each other, making it impossible to connect them together.

Music is hidden in life, and it can also be hidden in the autumn wind
After reading it through, Ang Lee didn't know where he got the inspiration just now.

Even after turning off the music on his phone, he found that he could no longer understand the paragraphs he had edited.

But it doesn't matter, he smiled and put the phone back in place.

He plans to come out again tomorrow night.

When he got home, Li An took a shower, then went to bed and watched Teacher Huang's online class, and then fell asleep.

Silent all night.
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At 6:30 the next morning, I sat up from the bed as soon as the car alarm clock rang, and it was pitch black outside the window.

After waking up for about a minute, she quietly got out of bed, opened the desk and put the books on the table into her schoolbag.

There were so many things happening this week. Last night she wrote a four-page letter to Xiaobei in her notebook.

"teacher!"

Little Che didn't expect that the teacher was already drinking tea in the living room.

"morning."

Li An was holding the tea cup and staring at the coffee table without raising his head. As the car approached, he discovered that there were two pages of musical scores spread out on the coffee table, and he no longer felt sleepy.

"Teacher, what is this?"

"Brahms Piano Concerto No. 2 in B flat major, second movement."

"Mmmm."

"Teacher, are you doing your homework?"

"Correct."

As he spoke, Li An picked up a pencil and wrote a line of small words at the beginning of the development department. Xiao Che bent down to take a look and started to mutter: "Autumn is full of vitality."

"Wow," Xiao Chexin said such touching words.

What kind of movement should this be? In her heart, the background of autumn is late, but the teacher needs to use a sense of vitality to deal with it here.

At this moment, "Go wash up, change clothes, and carry your schoolbag. I'll go downstairs for dinner later."

Li An put away the score, packed up the car, and looked at the 80,000-meter rice bowl and basin. There was no problem!

After picking up their schoolbags, the teacher and student set off.

Electric vehicles are nothing when you don’t have them, but they become extremely convenient when you have them.

Li An took the car to the breakfast shop at the entrance of the community in less than three minutes.

Xiaoche asked out her curiosity during the meal. Before entering the teacher's life so closely, she often imagined how the teacher's day started after class.

"Teacher, do you do your music score homework first every morning when you get up?" she asked.

"Of course I make breakfast first when I get up in the morning." Li An wanted to say that today was a special situation, but thinking about it, this will probably be the norm in the future, "If Teacher Chen is not around, I won't have to make breakfast every day in the future. These fried dough sticks are delicious. Well, the xiaolongbao next door is also good, you can try it the day after tomorrow."

Seeing Xiao Che smiling mischievously, Li An also smiled and said, "Eat quickly."

"Ok!"

Xiaoche feels that the teacher must love Teacher Chen very much.

After breakfast, Li An got in the middle of the traffic, sent the car to the school gate, and then left the electric car with him.

"goodbye teacher."

"Goodbye, take your time on the road at noon, don't be in a hurry."

It only takes less than fifteen minutes to walk home from Shipo.

When he got home, Li An sat in front of the piano and read music until eight o'clock. Then he opened the piano cover and started morning exercises.

He started preparing lunch at eleven o'clock in the afternoon, and dinner at five o'clock in the afternoon.

He spent the entire time buried in front of the piano.

An Li had been immersed in the world of music all day long, and Xiao Che had noticed it since he came back at noon.

As if worried about interrupting the teacher, after finishing dinner quickly, the little car immediately had to go back to the cabin to do homework.

“I’ll go practice the piano after I finish my homework. I’ll go out in a while.

"Ah."

At 8:30 p.m., Xiaoche finished his homework and walked out of the living room. In the empty room, only 80,000 himself lay on the sofa and took a nap.

When she came to the study room, she saw a box of yogurt placed on the piano cover.
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Outside the community, Li An went around and continued to immerse himself in Boer Middle School.

Throughout the day today, he solved some existing problems and also discovered some new ones.

If he can maintain this state recently, he estimates that he will be able to complete Boer training before the end of the month.

Plans can never keep up with changes. He expected to start preparing for Bo Er in November. Unexpectedly, with the inspiration from last night, he opened the door of Lexi one month in advance.

"Teacher Li."

Xu Li's voice suddenly came from behind. Li An hurriedly turned around and looked with a surprised look on his face, "Sister Xu, are you ready to run?"

Xu Li was dressed in black sportswear. The sports watch on her hand and the running shoes on her feet looked like she was going to do some after-dinner exercise.

"Eat up and take a walk. Are you going to take the bus?"

"I also go for a walk. The weather has been neither hot nor cold recently, so it feels good to go out for a walk at night."

As they spoke, the two passed by the bus stop and continued walking forward.

Xu Li said that since Wang Xiaohu's condition stabilized, she has been out every night.

"It's good." Li An also understood. He used to have his son with him, but now his son lives in school several days a week. It's boring to stay at home alone at night. "I don't think you like to play either."

Xu Li really doesn't like to play, and she didn't like playing in the past. "She has entered the life of an elderly person ahead of schedule."

Li An smiled: "Then you have to go there."

Not far away, a group of old men and women were dancing to the powerful divine music.

"Good idea." Xu Li then changed the topic, "I heard from Xiaohu that Che Lin is living here."

Ang Lee: "Well, it's about having more pairs of chopsticks."

Xu Li also heard Li An say several times about Che Lin's family wanting to rent a house for their children near Shipo.

But this is not a matter of having multiple pairs of chopsticks. Xu Li admires Li An very much. If it were an ordinary teacher, most of them would not take this trouble for themselves. You must know that this is not a matter of ten days and a half.

"Che Lin is a sensible child."

Li An: "Xiaohu has become much more sensible this summer."

Xu Li: "I am satisfied that he can be half as sensible as Che Lin. He is still stupid one day. There was a period of time when he was at home every day and told Che Lin that this place is good and that there is good. I said you should also learn from others."

How to hear this? Li An didn't know how to answer it for a while.

"When a child reaches this age," Xu Li continued, "it's normal."

Li An turned his face sideways and saw Xu Li smiling meaningfully, so he also smiled.

The two of them walked around the old ladies dancing in the square and headed towards the commercial street on the west side of the street.

"When did Sister Xu find out?"

"It's early. I noticed something was wrong with him at the beginning of the year."

"Then our timeline is almost the same."

"Did he take the initiative to say anything to you during this period?"

"He never told me anything before. After practicing piano at my place that day, he took the initiative to find me. It was the day you cooked the ribs."

"Number three."

"Yes, we chatted at the gate of the community for a long time."

"What did he say?"

"I promised him to keep it secret."

Xu Li hummed, "There's a cafe in front of you, are you in a hurry to go back?"

Li An: "This money is spent unnecessarily, that's all."

Xu Li: "Listen to the boss."

Ang Lee: "No, no."

They found a bench near the roadside and sat down.

"Sister Xu, now that we've finished talking, I really want to find a chance to chat with you about Xiaohu. Before that, can you answer a question for me?"

moment.

"Little Tiger's father"

The air seemed to freeze at this moment, and Xu Li's pause made Li An's heart tremble inexplicably.

Xu Li's tone was calm. After a moment, she opened her mouth again: "At 9:30 in the morning on December 8, 15, there was a car accident."

A gust of evening wind blew, taking away a secret and bringing another secret.