Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 123 121. Evaluation of crayfish, revolution?And the clock! ?

Of course, the appearance is just a small show with Wang Xiaohu.

In the evening, Xiao Ji was praised by Ang Lee.

"hey-hey."

"Thank you, teacher."

Since she was criticized last time, she can feel that her whole state has changed a lot recently.

From "I really want to play well" to "I must play well", the change in mentality has prompted her to become more efficient in practicing, and with the full guidance of Ang Lee's thigh.

After a week, the most intuitive change is that her right hand frame has been able to run stably without deformation during the performance of the black key etude.

"You can rest tomorrow."

Only by combining work and rest can the good state of practicing the piano be continued. According to Ji Yang's habit of practicing the piano, Li An suggested that she do some outdoor activities tomorrow, go for a walk, and stop touching the piano.

Give the brain and body a little time to digest.

"Let's have some fruit."

Ji Yang got up and sat down next to Li An, picked up a toothpick and tied a small piece of watermelon in the fruit plate, crunched it into his mouth and swallowed it in one bite.

"Teacher, how long can you practice the piano every day in the first half of the art exam?"

"Not necessarily, depending on the status, the average is about ten hours a day."

"Ten hours!"

Ji Yang opened his mouth wide, and the melon juice in his mouth almost leaked out, "Isn't it true that besides eating, sleeping and going to the toilet, he spends most of his time practicing the piano."

Ang Lee recalled: "Sometimes I dreamed that my fingers were moving, and I felt that there was a song I practiced during the day next to my ears, and then when I stepped on the pedal, I woke up."

When Ji Yang looked at Li An again, the expression in his small eyes was no longer admiration, "Teacher, you are too hardworking."

Li An smiled, and couldn't help but look at the vicissitudes of life in his tone, "What if you don't fight hard."

A child from a family like Ji Yang will never understand what the art test means to a single-earner family in a small county on the [-]th line.

"At that time, I only thought about one thing every day, which was to practice the piano. As long as I knew that I could still practice today, I would not do other things."

There is no regulation that says that children from poor families cannot pursue art.

Relying on the brute force in his bones that will not die until the Great Wall, he finally got his wish and got an admission notice for the piano and watch major of the Conservatory of Music.

At that time, he didn't know that there were so many twists and turns behind the art exam.

Looking back today, he feels that he is still lucky.

The original owner was also the same. Before the art exam, both of them had fought their lives for their artistic dreams.

Ji Yang was greatly moved, "Teacher, I don't want to rest tomorrow."

Li An probably guessed what Xiao Ji was thinking, and corrected him: "Practicing the piano is not simply measured by time. It doesn't mean that practicing for a long time will definitely give good results, and it varies from person to person."

He told Ji Yang a short story about the original owner: "In the year I took the exam, the first major when I entered was a southern girl. She practiced for three hours a day. You never saw her soaking in the piano room for a day. , but by the time she graduated as a senior, she was still our No. [-] major.”

"Wow."

Ji Yang praised, "It's so cool, what is this sister doing now, did she take the postgraduate entrance examination?"

"She went to WYN after she graduated from undergraduate."

Ang Lee cut to the point: "She is a typical person who has her own way of practicing the piano."

"Practicing is a matter of method efficiency."

In fact, he does not advocate time tactics. If he could do it again, he would never practice like that in the art test stage. He would spend more time thinking about music instead of just repeating notes on the keyboard over and over again.

Notes are just one part of music, and music should not be a mechanical movement.

"Ji Yang, you are very smart and willing to work hard. I hope you can think and summarize more in the future practice, which will benefit you for life."

Ji Yang nodded earnestly: "Thank you teacher, I remembered it, sum up more and think more."

Li An sighed in relief, stood up for a moment [Ji Yang's teacher-student index rose to 93]

Ji Yang's teacher-student index, which hasn't increased for a long time, has moved again today.

Ang Li is looking forward to the 100 mark.

"Master, can I ask you a question?"

Ji Yang asked on the way downstairs.

"ask."

"Why didn't you go abroad after you graduated?"

Ang Lee: "No money."

Ji Yang: .
She thought there was some story in it, but it turned out to be an economic problem.

"Then teacher, do you still want to go abroad?"

Li An smiled and said nothing.

Declined Ji Chengguang's invitation to sit, waved goodbye to the family of three in front of the door, and Teacher Li An set foot on the way home.
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On the way home, Ang Lee roughly experienced tonight's concert from his circle of friends.

Judging from the small videos taken from different angles, the overall atmosphere is not bad.

The stage setting is far from comparable to the stage of the last classroom skills assessment.

It can be seen that Lan Tian has indeed made a capital investment this time.

When the bus arrived, he got off and strolled to the agreed place near the east gate of the community. He stopped and looked around. When he didn't see Chen Xuan, he put his hands on his hips and looked at the uncle and aunt who were dancing not far away.

At this moment, a pair of warm little hands covered his eyes from behind.

Then he felt a light push against his back.

moment.

"Chen Xuan, how much do you weigh?"

"50 kilograms."

"That."

"Then what."

"How old are you?"

"?"

The next second there was a scream in the street.

In the next second, he covered his ears with one hand and was led forward by Chen Xuan.

Feeling the pain in the left earlobe and the catkin in the right hand.

Give a stick and a sweet date?

Since holding hands in the elevator last time, Li An misses Chen Xuan's touch very much these days, but there is no chance to do it.

"Let's go eat crayfish."

Chen Xuan found a store with good reviews on word of mouth today.

Li An really doesn't know what's so good about that thing, "It's hard to remove the shell and there is little meat."

Chen Xuan giggled: "It's okay."

"I'll call you to eat."

How do you hear this?

Li An was moved but did not dare to move.
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The next morning, the Wind Band took the stage.

As a special guest of the wind group concert, Li An accompanied Chen Xuan on the stage early in the morning.

The process is the same as yesterday when the piano group went on stage.

Go one by one in the order of the program, the teachers find problems together, and then solve the problems.

On the way, Qin Yong brought people to the scene and directed several workers to move a grand piano to the stage during the stage break.

Li An looked over from time to time.

The violin measures approximately 6.5 feet.

In terms of appearance, it can be regarded as a relatively large size among medium-sized grand pianos.

An entry-level concert-grade grand piano.

Ang Lee gave a conclusion.

It is suitable for concert halls such as Huayang Theater.

Qin Yong's purpose of getting such a set is naturally for the piano group's concert tonight.

A piano concert cannot be justified without a performance-grade grand piano.

As the boss of Rongcheng, Lan Tian still has the necessary arrangements.

Just don't know how it feels.

After Kiki's Delivery Service, the flute octet ended and the stage ended, and it was time for Chen Xuan and his show.

In fact, there is no need for the two of them to go on stage. In the two days after Qixi Festival, they hid in the piano room to study when they had nothing to do.

Some sort of settlement has been reached.

Everything is waiting for the official stage tomorrow night.

After summing up, they decided not to go on stage.

He Yiming didn't care about this, anyway, he was assured of the two people's programs.

Qin Yong also felt that there was no need to walk the stage, even including the official rehearsal tomorrow afternoon, it was enough for the two of them to go up and find a place.

Keeping the freshest state of the stage for the official performance, Qin Yong knew what they were thinking.

He agrees.

but.

"Li An."

Qin Yong stood on the stage and waved to Li An. He still had something to ask for his help.

Li An asked Chen Xuan for two wet wipes, and then walked onto the stage from the right side of the stage, passing through several parents and children who were busy packing up and preparing to leave.

"Principal Qin."

"Come." Qin Yong made a gesture of invitation, pointing to the grand piano in the middle of the stage, "Try."

Li An nodded, and walked to the grand piano while wiping his hands, and looked up, down, left, and right.

Except for the golden trademark next to the music stand, this piano can be said to be a perfect replica of the yamaha C5L in appearance.

"It's really like it."

As he spoke, he poked his head under the castanets and took a closer look at the peg pins and actions. "The workmanship is good."

Qin Yong smiled without saying a word.

Li An sat in front of the piano, raised and lowered his hands and began to run upwards from the bass area.

Immediately afterwards, a burst of rapid sound burst out from the center of the stage, attracting the attention of everyone present.

At the end of the ascending scale, he turned his wrist slightly to the left, and swiped his ten fingers down again with the sound flow.

The tone uniformity is not bad.

Halfway through the slide, his right hand suddenly flew into the air.

the next moment.

Spread your fingers!

"when!!!"

The sound seemed to be faster than his slamming hand.

A group of chords sounded like a thunderbolt under the passionate and powerful touch of his right hand, and the sound was strong and powerful, and the huge sound directly rang through the entire concert hall.

Chopin's Revolutionary Etude, op10.no12.

His left hand quickly followed, running from right to left across the black and white keyboard.

Ang Lee handles the beating little notes with both hands very delicately. With appropriate speed, clear division of phrases and perfect outline of small motives, he performs a unique interpretation of this work.

Qin Yong is the one closest to the piano, and he can clearly feel that Li An, who is at the center of the note storm, is brewing a musical emotion.

This is definitely not a performance on the spot, he can conclude that Li An must have practiced this piece countless times in private to have this kind of performance effect that can be played immediately.

The teachers of the wind group under the stage were even more impressed by the explosive power of the repertoire, even though they knew Ang Lee's high piano level.

But the effect of his work in the concert hall and on the spot at this moment is also very good.

Chen Xuan looked at the figure in front of the piano on the stage from a distance, full of pride in her heart.

It was as if Ang Lee could always create surprises as long as he sat in front of the piano.

Just when everyone's emotions were drawn forward by the sound of the piano.

Ang Lee suddenly changed hands again at the end of a powerful chord.

The mechanical performance is OK, and the resonance is average.

His right hand suddenly stretched out in an exaggerated range, and his thumb slightly raised, and when he was just able to reach the distance of pressing an octave, he paused for half a beat in the air.

Then lightly landed, while stepping slightly on the sustain pedal with the right foot.

Instantly, the left hand reproduced the movement of the right hand. After three reverberant and incomparably clear beeps, it fell down.

"drip, drip, drip"

"Da da da"

"drip, drip, drip"

Like a dialogue between left and right hands, from Chopin to Liszt.

"bell."

The music cuts to Liszt's clock again.

Qin Yong's emotion of being forcibly interrupted was picked up again.

He already knew that Li An should be testing the treble range of the piano this time.

It's just that he felt that it had only been more than a month, if Li An and Tian Yu were to compete on the same stage again.

He felt that Li An was not much worse than Tian Yu this time.

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