Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 811 70. "Teacher, do people really turn into stars when they die?"

Qiao Zhizhi learned piano!
Khan, how is that possible?

Wang Xiaohu returned to the sofa and took a sip of water, thinking to himself that the brigade committee was the brigade committee, it was awesome.

At this time, Bawan was passing by the living room. Wang Xiaohu called Bawan in a low voice. Bawan stopped and glanced at Wang Xiaohu, then turned back and continued walking forward with cat steps.

Haha, quite arrogant, Wang Xiaohu said in his heart that I will bring a box of canned cats next time and see if you ignore me.

Picking up the music score, Brother Xiaohu continued to read, and sang quietly as he read.

Half an hour passed in a blink of an eye. When Wang Xiaohu heard the teacher calling him, he put down his music and went to the study.

"what?"

Wang Xiaohu thought it was his turn to go to class, but upon entering, the teacher asked him to play accompaniment for Qiao Zhizhi.

"Thank you for your hard work." Qiao Zhizhi said with a smile, "I played very slowly."

"Um." Wang Xiaohu scratched his head, "You play very well, much better than when I first learned it."

"Thank you." Qiao Zhizhi was very happy to hear Wang Xiaohu's praise.

If get out of class hadn't ended yet, she would have asked Wang Xiaohu right now where she needed to improve.

Li An made way and Wang Xiaohu sat in front of Xiao Hei.

"Our theme part is strictly based on repetition. Zhizhi, you can just play with your right hand."

"In the first variation, Zhizhi, you only play the left hand. Now you can pay more attention to the legato. As we just said, it feels the same as the little advance legato. In terms of singing, I won't That’s nonsense.”

After a pause, "Do you understand the rest of Wang Xiaohu's bullets?"

The two children said in unison: "I understand."

"OK, four ready shots, 1, 2, 3, let's go."

Following Li An's order, the two people in front of the piano dropped their fingers.

Qiao Zhizhi was already able to play with both hands, but now she only had to play with one hand, making it even easier.

Combining the breathing of the violin with the legato of the piano, Qiao Zhizhi played a solid and smooth one-handed melody.

There is no need to say more about Wang Xiaohu. His dreams these days have been filled with twinkling lights.

As Qiao Zhizhi's theme accompaniment, Wang Xiaohu can now use the relationship between parts to simply perform processing during playing.

For example, when the harmony is about to change, he will consciously collect the tones of the previous chord and emphasize the key tones of the next chord before the harmony changes.

At the same time, he can also arrange musical lines from a conductor's perspective.

For example, when Qiao Zhizhi pops up a strong and weak undulating line, he immediately uses the music prompts to figure out where Qiao Zhizhi wants the music to go next, and then makes volume adjustments in advance to help the other party complete the processing.

Li An kept nodding as he listened to the cooperation of the two children.

Wang Xiaohu once again used his actual actions to prove that his decision was correct. This is the reason why Wang Xiaohu was given the important responsibility of the piano part.

Wang Xiaohu has a macro grasp and judgment of the entire music, and will make adjustments at any time. Only when the music comes out will there be changes in levels and appeal.

Furthermore, he also heard that Wang Xiaohu had really worked hard at home these two days.

Putting aside the music, if you are proficient in fingering, have a natural body posture during the accompaniment, and can still find the energy to look at Qiao Zhizhi from time to time, this means you have mastered it well.

Look at Qiao Zhizhi, it’s also very good.

Although it was my first time to play the piano with accompaniment, I was not timid at all.

The main melody is the main melody, and it is not swayed by Wang Xiaohu's skillful accompaniment. He always plays according to his own feeling. If the piano is replaced by the violin at this moment, Ang Lee believes that the two children will give a wonderful live performance.

"Not bad."

The two of them worked together to complete the tasks assigned by the teacher.

After playing, they looked at each other and saw happy looks of approval in each other's eyes.

"How do you feel, Zhizhi? Do you have a new understanding of this piece?"

Qiao Zhizhi turned around and nodded: "Yes!"

Li An smiled: "Okay, that's it for today's class. Next, let's talk about the program."

When the show was mentioned, the two children stopped smiling.

Wang Xiaohu stood up to make a piano bench available, and then Qiao Zhizhi stood up as well.

"You two just sit down."

Li An brought a chair over himself.

"As for the appearance, let's make a new setting. Zhizhi, you don't have to play the little rabbit anymore."

Then the idea of ​​the car came on the scene.
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At the same time, Xiaoche was practicing Beethoven at home.

When Sang Ping came back last night, she packed some thick clothes for the car. She didn't plan to bring too many clothes for the car, but Lao Che asked her to pack all Che Lin's winter clothes.

After sorting out the winter clothes in the car, Sang Ping quietly carried the suitcase downstairs and went to the store.

In the store, Nai Nai is braising pig's trotters, and they are almost ready, but there are far more than four pig's trotters in the pot.

Li An had four nails marinated yesterday, and he went to the market early in the morning and bought eight of them.

Knowing that his daughter was going to Teacher Wei's house for dinner in the evening, Lao Che specially asked for more nails.

It's okay if he doesn't know, but if he knows, he can't let his daughter go empty-handed.

It's not appropriate to let the child take anything else with him. Bringing some stewed food to make a dish can be considered a little bit of his appreciation.

Nail marinated the pig's trotters, packed four of them together with the prepared cooked meat, and set off for Yunkaiyuan with the luggage sent by Sang Ping.

There were too many things for Che Lin to carry by herself, so they sent them over in advance so that the car could travel lightly in the afternoon.

By the time Nail arrived at Yunkaiyuan, Qiao Zhizhi had already left with the violin score.

Li An was teaching Wang Xiaohu. He heard the door ring and went to open it. Seeing Ding Ding outside the door panting and carrying something with both hands, he let Ding Ding come in to drink some water.

"No trouble, Teacher Li. I have to go back quickly. Please hurry up."

Someone will come to the shop immediately, and there is no need to delay the nailing. "By the way, Teacher Li, we have braised eight pig trotters in total. I will send you four. Let Linlin take the remaining four with you in the afternoon. You can bring them to Teacher Wei in the evening." "

"Hey," Li An didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "That's what I meant when I asked you to kill four people yesterday. Now I won't do more."

Only then did Nailiao realize, "There's plenty here, just eat it. Teacher Li, please go in quickly, I'm leaving."

"Wait a minute." Li An went back to the house to get a bottle of water for Nail, and took two packs of cigarettes from the drawer of the wine cabinet. He came back and stuffed Nail, "Just smoke it yourself. There is no need to give it to your master."

Nail was not polite, he smiled and said, "Thank you, Teacher Li."

"Thank you, please be safe on the road."

After sending away the nails, Li An returned to the study to continue teaching Wang Xiaohu.

Wang Xiaohu has already played three variations, and there are still two more to go. The remaining time is enough for Wang Xiaohu to practice.

Only five of the original twelve variations remained after Ang Lee's adaptation, plus the theme just matched the six scenes of the show.

"Practice the remaining two slowly. There is enough time for you to practice. Don't delay your homework."

"Don't worry, teacher."

"Okay, what would you like to eat for lunch?"

"I can do it. Teacher, I can eat whatever you want."

Xu Li went to check on the water and electricity this afternoon. It happened that Li An was going to teach art candidates in the afternoon, and Wang Xiaohu was also going to take conducting and vocal lessons, so she left Wang Xiaohu to Li An.

"Still doing it?"

Li An felt something was wrong when he asked this. If Xiao Che was at home, he would definitely not ask. The meat delivered by Nail Ding was still fresh, so why would he go out to eat it?

"Teacher, I can really do it." Wang Xiaohu said happily, what a bicycle is needed to have a meal alone with the teacher!
"Do it, do it."

Li An simply tidied up and went to the kitchen.

Wang Xiaohu happily followed to the kitchen, "Teacher, let me help you."

"What can you do?" Li An took out the vegetables from the refrigerator and turned around for a moment, "Can you wash the vegetables?"

"Of course!" Wang Xiaohu patted his chest, "I used to wash vegetables for my grandma when I was a kid."

"Really or not? Why don't I believe it so much?" As Li An carried the vegetables to the basin, Wang Xiaohu ran over and shouted: "Really! If you don't believe me, ask my grandma!"

"Okay, okay, then I'll wash it for you. Wash it thoroughly for me. Don't just rinse it with water. Gently rub it with the vegetable leaves."

Wang Xiaohu took the basin and started washing it in a decent manner, while Li An started cutting the meat.

"For lunch, let's stir-fry some vegetarian dishes and then make some pig's trotters. These pig's trotters were just braised by Che Lin's brother this morning."

Wang Xiaohu laughed out loud when he heard this, and became more energetic for a while.

"Teacher, do you think it's okay?"

Not to mention that Wang Xiaohu looked rough, but the dishes he washed were quite clean and were carried neatly in the basin.

"Not bad, otherwise I wouldn't be able to tell whether Che Lin washed it or you washed it."

This made Wang Xiaohu very proud, "Teacher, what else do you want me to do!"

Li An: "Go and sit there and pluck a few green onions."

Wang Xiaohu sat down obediently and started to pick up the green onions. After a while, he asked: "Teacher, how did you come up with the idea of ​​letting Qiao Zhizhi play the role of Little Star? I was stunned when I heard it. I was so looking forward to it."

"It wasn't my idea." Li An poured oil into the pot and put the oil pot down. "It was Che Lin's idea."

"what?!"

Wang Xiaohu was confused for a moment, "How could it be Che Lin!"

Then there was a crackling sound in the kitchen, and for a moment, "Can't it be Che Lin?"

"No!" Wang Xiaohu quickly finished picking up the green onions, then ran to the stove and was pushed away by the teacher, "Is this really Che Lin's idea?!"

Under the range hood that Wang Xiaohu couldn't see, Li An raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "I lied to you."

"Impossible!" Wang Xiaohu was stunned, "It must be Che Lin!"

Li An shook the wok a few times, and a plate of green leafy vegetables came out of the wok.

"Then you still ask, bring the food over."

Then Li An took out the steamed buns and pig's trotters from the refrigerator and steamed them together, and then a quick lunch was served.

Genius, absolute genius!

Wang Xiaohu's mind was filled with Che Lin's creativity, just like the pig's trotters that melted in his mouth didn't have the fragrance of Che Lin's creativity.

"Teacher, how could she come up with such an idea?"

"Isn't it amazing?" Ang Lee smiled, "Speaking of which, the three of you have contributed very good ideas to this show. In fact, if you look at it now, this show is just the sum of the three of you's ideas."

"Yes." Wang Xiaohu thought to himself that it would be great if Che Lin could also participate in their performance. "Teacher, are our props arriving soon?"

Ang Lee: "The curtain has been made, the costumes have arrived, and the gloves are still a few days away."

Wang Xiaohu: "That's great."

Ang Lee: "The biggest problem now is actually the percussion of a piece. The time for rehearsal and class alone is definitely not enough. It will be the end of the month after next Monday, and we only have a little more than ten days left."

"Eat quickly." After speaking, Li An gave Wang Xiaohu a chopstick of green vegetables, "Eat more vegetables."

Wang Xiaohu: "Thank you, teacher. Really, teacher, your food is a hundred times more delicious than my mother's cooking."

Li An: "I heard from your mother that your father's craftsmanship is pretty good."

Wang Xiaohu: “I have no impression.”

moment.

Ang Lee: "Maybe."

Seeing that Wang Xiaohu remained silent, he continued: "You are already very strong, stronger than ninety-nine percent of the boys I know."

Wang Xiaohu: "Teacher, I'm fine, I just don't know what to say."

Li An smiled: "You see, this is what makes you strong. If you don't know what to say, you don't say it, and you don't choose to escape."

Wang Xiaohu raised his head: "Teacher, will people really become stars in the sky after they die?"

Li An: "I don't know, but birth, old age, illness and death are the laws of nature. Including your mother, me, you, each of us will have the day when our lives end, and no one can avoid it."

Wang Xiaohu lowered his head and continued to eat: "Yeah."

a long time.

Wang Xiaohu: "Teacher."

Ang Lee: "Yeah."

Wang Xiaohu: "I miss him very much."

Li An frowned exaggeratedly: "Aren't you talking nonsense? I miss him every day while my dad is still alive."

Wang Xiaohu's mood seemed to rise and fall suddenly. The smile on his little face disappeared briefly, and then he sighed softly.

Li An sighed softly in his heart. Ever since he knew about Wang Xiaohu, he had always wanted to find an opportunity to chat with Wang Xiaohu. This was something Xu Li asked him to do, and it was also his wish to help the child.

It just so happened that it was just the two of them today, and the atmosphere at noon was quite suitable, so he used the topic to start the conversation.

Not bad. Wang Xiaohu's attitude towards this issue was much better than he expected.

But after all, this is still a heavy topic for children.

"Then let me share with you a little secret of mine."

A thousand words of comfort are not as good as a secret. As expected, Wang Xiaohu's attention was attracted.

Facing Wang Xiaohu's curious gaze, Li An asked Wang Xiaohu to swear not to tell others.

"Teacher, I swear not to tell anyone." Wang Xiaohu became even more interested.

After a long time, Li An put down his chopsticks and said seriously: "Actually, I am not from Earth. I come from a place called Blue Star."

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"I'm not a teacher. I may indeed be a child in your eyes, but I'm not a fool."

Li An smiled mysteriously: "Then guess whether Che Lin will believe it."

Wang Xiaohu immediately frowned and thought about it. Combining everything he had observed about Che Lin since they met, he finally came up with an answer that was difficult for him to accept: "Che Lin might."

Li An pointed to the top of her head: "So she can see the stars falling from the sky."

Wang Xiaohu was startled.

Ang Lee: "If you believe that when a person dies, he will become a star in the sky, then your father may one day fall from the sky and land on a certain planet."

"Just like me."

"Share a little bit of my personal experience. No matter where he ends up, he will always remember the most important people in his life journey. I think there must be a mischievous person among them."

"If he is still attracted by the moving sound of the piano, I think he has seen that the naughty and troublemaker has grown up now."

Wang Xiaohu didn't know when his eyes became wet. In the mist of tears, he couldn't tell whether the figure standing in front of him was his father or his teacher.

He only felt that he was being hugged by a pair of big hands. It was an experience that he had almost forgotten, and he was wrapped in warmth and solidity.

"teacher"

Li An gently rubbed the little head in his arms.

"Boys can cry. Tears are not shame, nor are they cowardly. They are just the crystallization of the moment between you and the world. Inside is a small world that only belongs to you."

A crystal teardrop fell on the back of Li An's hand. He hugged Wang Xiaohu quietly, letting Wang Xiaohu hug his waist tightly, and he gently stroked the back of Wang Xiaohu's head.

There was a sudden sound in the silence.

“Ding—Wang Xiaohu’s teacher-student index reached 100—”

Li An didn't seem to hear the subsequent sounds. He remained unmoved and continued to caress the back of Wang Xiaohu's head.

The warm afternoon sun shines into the kitchen and onto the quiet dining table.

I don't know when, 80,000 people also came under the dining table, rubbed his head on Wang Xiaohu's shoe covers, and then lay on Wang Xiaohu and took a nap.

(End of this chapter)