Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 1019 279. Missing a Moon

"confident."

Although Ang Lee has not yet figured out how to proceed, he is sure that things will develop in the direction he wants.

Because he knows what he has and what the school wants.

"That's OK."

As long as Li An said he was sure, Xu Li would have nothing to say.

Since they met, she had never seen Li An fight a battle without confidence. "Just come up with a plan."

"I'll call Liu Zhen later," Li An said as he took out his cell phone.

Xu Li: "Then wait for your letter first."

"Wait a minute, Sister Xu," Li An looked up, "Do you have any friends who do mortgage lending?"

"Have you found a house too?" Xu Li understood as she took over the conversation. She was not sure whether Li Ang was trying to come up with a new trick for money. What she was sure of was that Li Ang would need money next.

Li An: "I haven't looked at the specifics yet, but I plan to buy one in our neighborhood."

Xu Li smiled: "This is going to be a move, congratulations."

Li An followed with a smile: "Try to do it this year."

Xu Li: "How much do you expect to borrow?"

Li An: "About one hundred and sixty."

Xu Li nodded: "I will recommend a friend to add you later, including the specific process of house buying and selling. You can just talk to him about anything. We are one family."

Li An: "Thank you! It has to be Sister Xu."
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Li An made an appointment with Liu Zhen for dinner in the evening, and originally thought that Liu Zhen would refuse.

But I didn't expect that the old man agreed immediately without any hesitation.

Since they were going to meet in the evening, Li Ang didn't say anything else in his message.

Xu Li left before ten o'clock, and Wang Xiaohu was going to see Fang Zheng for vocal lessons in the morning.

At noon, Li An, Lao Tang and I had a fast food meal at a nearby food court, and I also brought back a portion for Xiao Yun.

"Sister Yun."

"Thank you, I'll take the red envelope."

"Goodbye, Sister Yun. It's just a quick meal. I'm embarrassed to accept it even though you're embarrassed to give it to me."

Xiaoyun still sent a red envelope to Li An, but Li An naturally would not accept it. Not to mention anything else, Xiaoyun would soon be busy.

Before half past twelve, Li An received a call from an unknown number.

"Hello."

A cheerful middle-aged male voice then rang out on the phone, "Excuse me, is this Mr. Li An?"

"It's me, you?"

"Hello, Mr. Li. Mr. Xu asked me to contact you. Are you going to buy a house?"

"Yes, yes, what's your name?"

"Zhao Jinyang, Teacher Li, are you available now?"

"It's convenient, Mr. Zhao, please tell me."

"You can just call me Lao Zhao. President Xu has already told you that you can leave this matter to me. What stage are we at now?"
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Naturally, the progress was still zero. Li Ang added Lao Zhao’s WeChat, and the two chatted for a while on WeChat.

Lao Zhang told Li An to contact him anytime.

With someone close to him, Li An felt much more at ease. While thinking about looking for a house, he was also planning on talking to Liu Zhen about hiring new people, and rehearsals were about to begin. After the new year, things started piling up again.

Very good very good.

In the afternoon, Xiaoche came to class, and the teacher and student, who hadn't seen each other for years, chatted for ten minutes.

Xiaoche talked about her experience of going back to the countryside with Aunt Sang, and said how fun it was there. She also invited the teacher to go there and play when she had time.

"Sure, I'll definitely go and visit if I get the chance." Li Ang gave an affirmative answer.

Xiao Che took the initiative to suggest going to Sang Ping's hometown. In Li Ang's opinion, this "mother and daughter" are getting closer and closer to their final honest meeting.

Ang Lee is happy for this family.

"Come on, listen to your Bach."

"what?"

"Ah what, you haven't practiced yet?"

“Yes!” Xiaoche said with a smile, “I thought you wanted to listen to Twinkle Twinkle Little Star first!”

Li An: “You have to listen to it.”

Seeing that Xiaoche didn't take out the score after warming up, Li Ang knew that Xiaoche had memorized Bach, but he still suggested that Xiaoche take out the score.

"This time, I'll play it by looking at the score first."

"Good teacher."

Xiaoche took out the music score and flipped through it, directly turning to the second to last song.

The score has obvious signs of being pressed, but it is quite clean on the surface, with only a few strong and weak marks.

Xiaoche placed the music score and uttered a few words lightly, then began to play the stage hand.

The sound of the piano rang out, peacefully and calmly.

Li An leaned against the wall, looking up at the white ceiling, his eyes as calm as the sound of a piano.

Although he nodded from time to time, he never looked at his hands in front of the piano.

After all the cars had been played, he sat down next to them.

Li An: "Linlin, are you looking at the music?"

Xiaoche: "Sorry, teacher, I couldn't take care of it halfway through."

Li An: "It doesn't matter. The point is why you can't keep up?"

Xiaoche: "I don't know either. I didn't expect that I wouldn't be able to keep up."

Li An: "Analyze it yourself."

Xiaoche: "I didn't follow the music carefully when I practiced."

Ang Lee: "You practiced along with the score, and I could tell you practiced very carefully. Your sentences were in perfect harmony with the score."

Xiaoche: "Then teacher, I don't know what's wrong with me."

Li An: "When did you memorize it?"

Xiao Che: "I memorized it for two days in the countryside, and practiced it for two days after returning home. I never looked at the score again."

Li An: "That is, you have been practicing off the beat in the last few days."

Car: "Yeah."

Li An: "Did you feel comfortable while playing this time?"

Xiaoche smiled and said, "It's okay."

Li An: "Then listen to me."

Xiaoche quickly stood up and made room for the piano.

Li An sat down and said, "Just look at the score."

After saying that, Li An raised his hand and began to play.

The piano sounded again, still the same theme, the same speed, but Xiaoche's performance was more lively.

After the theme began to change, Xiaoche immediately sensitively discovered that the frequency of the music had changed.

Looking at the music score, gradually even the breathing rhythm of the car changed as the music played.

It was a magical feeling, her breathing and the teacher's playing seemed to be blended into one, and she seemed to be able to control the music with her breathing.

She even ignored the parts where her eyes couldn't follow the music just now, and followed her breathing from the beginning to the end. Finally, when the music ended, she let out a breath easily along with her teacher.

Li An withdrew his hand, turned his head, and asked with a smile: "Are you comfortable?"

The car nodded: "Comfortable!"

Lee Ang: “Something went wrong.”

Xiaoche: "Breathe."

Ang Lee: "Linlin, Bach is very complicated."

Xiaoche: "Teacher, I understand. I didn't practice well enough."

Li An shook his head: "It's not a question of whether you practiced well or not. I heard a kind of tranquility from your performance. For Bach's music, this is a good feeling."

Xiaoche pursed his lips and nodded seriously.

Ang Lee: "You have chosen a feeling that you want to express. There is no problem here. The problem is that you have not figured out how to develop this feeling."

In an instant, Xiaoche realized the key point!

Li Ang raised his hand again and imitated the performance of the car, saying as he played: "Theme, theme, theme again, continue."

Then Xiaoche heard a faint sense of dynamics from the teacher's theme development, and it was this little fleeting dynamic that made the music seem even more peaceful.

The teacher and the student looked at each other, and Xiaoche scratched his head in shame.

Ang Lee smiled: "Is it fun?" As he spoke, he increased the intensity of his performance. At this moment, a familiar figure appeared outside the glass wall.

Grandpa Gao gave Li Ang two thumbs up through the glass, then left with a smile.

The teacher and the student looked away, and Li An stood up and moved away from the piano. "Linlin, music is a kind of spatial art."

"How three-dimensional it can be depends not on how three-dimensional the performer can imagine it to be, but on how the performer arranges the notes."

Xiaoche: "It's still musical notes."

Ang Lee nodded: "Let me give you an example with painting. If we want to express that the picture is in a quiet environment by drawing a person, can we draw a person who is sleeping?"

Xiaoche: “Yeah.”

Ang Lee: "Then how do we paint it? How do we depict his comfortable sleeping posture, his expression while sleeping, or the kind of bed he is lying on? Is there something missing?"

Xiaoche: "There is a missing moon."

Ang Lee laughed: "If this is an animation, at this moment, everything is quiet under the moonlight, and there is a person sleeping on the bed, what kind of state should he be in in the picture?"

Dolly: "His body will be undulating."

Ang Lee: "He is breathing, so his body rises and falls. This is a subtle movement that strengthens the night scene. If there are a few faint sounds of cats outside the camera, as if they are coming from far away, does it create a sense of the scene?"

Xiaoche: “Yes!”

Lee Ang: "Do you know what the development of feeling is?"

Xiaoche: "Teacher, I understand, but I'm not sure if I can do it."

Ang Lee: "If you understand it, you can definitely make it bit by bit. Everything is on the score."

Xiaoche: "Musical notes."

Ang Lee: "Every note can have different functions. It depends on what you want to do with it."

Xiaoche: "Teacher, I know why my eyes can't follow when I play."

Li An: "Tell me about it."

Xiaoche: "Actually, I haven't assigned work to the notes that follow."

Ang Lee nodded and said, "Very good. I can feel that you are practicing this work in a new way that belongs to you."

After a moment, Xiaoche hummed awkwardly: "Teacher, I think there is something in Bach's music that I can't put into words."

Upon hearing this, Li An patted Xiao Che on the shoulder and said, "The end of speech is music, play it boldly."

Car: "Hey."

"Oh, one more thing." Li Ang pointed casually at a middle voice, "Touch the keys softer in the alternating parts. You need to consciously control the keys further now."

Xiaoche: "Teacher, can I understand that my key touch has improved?"

Lee Ang: “It’s a huge improvement.”

Car: "!"

Li An: "What?"

Xiaoche was excited: "Teacher, this is the first time you said that I have made great progress!"

Li Anle: “No way.”

Xiaoche: “Really!”

Ang Lee: "Okay, it seems that you have made great progress this year. Keep up the good work. Bach, go back and think about it. You can continue to refer to the two recordings I sent you."

Xiaoche: "Um, teacher, should I play Twinkle Twinkle Little Star?"

Li An: "Play."

Three minutes later.

Li An: "Stop, you are playing exactly according to my score."

Xiao Che was confused: "It's the music score you sent me."

Li An: "Didn't I ask you to moisten it?"

Xiaoche: "I added strength and weakness."

Li An gave a bitter smile. After all this time, all he did was add some strengths and weaknesses?
".Okay, that's fine, you can just play it as it is. I want you to modify it, add some of your own ideas, and then play it out."

Xiaoche understood now: "Adaptation?"

Ang Lee: "You can't say it's an adaptation, how can you say it?"

Suddenly, "Teacher, is that the sound of the moon and the kitten?" Xiaoche asked uncertainly.

Look how smart you are! Li An snapped his fingers, "Yes!"

Xiao Che understood this time, and then said that she would go back and lubricate it again.

"Let's leave it like this for now," and let Xiao Che give full play to his inspiration after listening to the orchestra. Ang Lee then talked about the possible rehearsals on the 13th and 14th.

This is what happened. Although Li An did not tell Xiao Bei yesterday, he has already given the celesta score of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star to Hai Tao, and Zhang Miao will explain it to Xiao Bei in class tomorrow.

"Linlin, you will be the principal piano player in this performance."

Li An thought that Xiaoche would be very happy, but why did his little face look hesitant?
"what happened?"

Xiao Che was of course happy. When she was watching the premiere in the audience, she was thinking how nice it would be if she could also participate in such a show.

But if she plays the piano, what about the boy who played the piano before?

After learning about this, Li An sighed that this child is kind, "You still don't understand what's going on."

"This performance is very important. Teachers must put on the best stage, so every position must be absolutely elite."

"Tell me if you can play better than him?"

After a moment, Xiaoche nodded.

Li An: "If your level and Han Yiming's were reversed, and you were the one playing the guitar before, I would choose Han Yiming to replace you this time, do you understand?"

Xiao Che understood and felt much better: "I understand."

Li An smiled: "It's not because you are my student, but because of the program requirements."

Xiaoche nodded: "Teacher, I understand. I will do my best!"

Li An stretched out his fists, and the two fists, one big and one small, touched each other, "Go all out! Not just you and Xiaobei, all of you have a mission this time."

Xiaoche suddenly became more motivated: "Wang Xiaohu is going to play the role of the big tree conductor, Zhizhi is going to play the role of Little Star and play the violin, Xiaobei is going to play the celesta, what are Liu and Ma Ke going to do?!"

Ang Lee: "Their task is not easy. You will know when we rehearse."

Xiaoche: "Does everyone know?"

Li An: "Wang Xiaohu doesn't know, so don't tell anyone, and don't tell Xiaobei in advance. I'll notify their parents when the time comes, and you'll meet during rehearsal."

Xiaoche: “Understood!”

After class, Li An offered to take Xiaoche home, but Xiaoche kept saying no until the teacher took her to the silver sedan at the door.

"Linlin, is this car cool?"

"handsome."

"Hey, get in the car!"

"what?"

"What? My car, hurry up!"

The driver immediately opened the passenger seat and got in the car.

five minutes later.

"Linlin, is it spacious?"

“Spacious, very spacious!”

"Well, the word "special" is used very well. Keep praising it and make it 500 words."

"Hahahahaha!"

A moment later, "Teacher, can I take a picture?"

“You have to take the photo, and you have to show off! Forget about sharing it on WeChat Moments, forget it, it’s up to you. The main thing is to show off!”

"understand!"
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After sending the car to the store entrance, Li An took two bottles of wine from the trunk and sat in for a while.
It’s the New Year, so just visit someone.

He politely declined Lao Che's invitation to stay for dinner, then went home to pick up Chen Xuan and went to find Liu Zhen.

After learning that Shu Ren was going to co-organize a formal program with Rong Ai, Liu Zhen readily agreed to Li Ang's request to recruit new members in the spring.

However, Liu Zhen also made a request.

“It must be of high quality.”

"cheers."

"cheers."

In the evening, Chen Xuan drove to the gate of the community, and Li An got out of the car and asked Chen Xuan to go back first.

He chatted with the security guard Lao Liu about the sales situation of the houses in the community, and threw two packs of cigarettes at the guard post before leaving.
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On the morning of the twelfth day of the Lunar New Year, Li An went to see Lao Wei, went home to rest for a while, and contacted the parking space landlord, Ms. Zhang, in the afternoon.

Li An has spent most of his time these past two days studying the housing types in the community. He has finished his research and wants to go and see them in person.

(End of this chapter)