Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 812 71. Make money! Difficult little tiger, the same first time

Holding the crying Wang Xiaohu in his arms, Li An was thinking about two other things.

He smiled as he thought about it.

He had experienced this scene twice.

One time was at the entrance of the examination room in the studio, Xiao Ji cried in his arms.

One time was in the lobby of the Giger Hotel, with Xiao Che crying in his arms.

Regarding the fact that children are willing to cry in his arms, he believes that this is an invisible magnetic field between him and the children.

Under the invisible magnetic field, they are tied to each other.

Because Ang Lee also loves to cry, he never hesitates to shed tears when the story is moving or when the music sublimates.

When the heart is touched and cannot help but give feedback, and when words are scarce, tears will bloom.

Think about it. From a certain perspective, children's tears are exactly the same as those of adults.

"Brother Xiaohu, I would like to remind you that you have two classes in the afternoon."

Wang Xiaohu heard the sound and gently raised his head from Li An's arms.

Their eyes met, and Li An patted his head instead of his shoulders, like a silent encouragement.

For a moment, "Go wash up."

Wang Xiaohu nodded and turned to go to the bathroom.

Li An looked down at his T-shirt. When he first changed it in the morning, it still smelled of laundry detergent, but now it was covered with snot.

Counting the clock, the little kid had to cry for ten minutes.

Okay, I will have to cry sooner or later, so today is fine.

Li An knelt down and touched Bai Wan again. Bai Wan stretched and walked away reluctantly around the wall of the restaurant.

Wang Xiaohu came back from the bathroom. Except that his eyes were a little red, he couldn't see anything else.

"Okay, let's continue eating."

Wang Xiaohu sat down, but did not pick up the chopsticks, feeling heavy in his heart.

As if he had just gone through a mental storm, he had a lot to say to the teacher.

But he didn't know what to say.

"Why, you still want me to feed you?"

"Okay," Li An picked up a boned pig's trotter and fed it to Wang Xiaohu, "come and open your mouth."

Wang Xiaohu looked at the gentle teacher, and a big bubble suddenly appeared in his nostrils.

"Oh, I'll go," Li An hurriedly tried to withdraw his chopsticks, but Wang Xiaohu beat him to it and swallowed his chopsticks and his nose in one gulp.

Seeing the teacher's extremely "disgusted" expression, Wang Xiaohu let out a sigh.

"Still sitting here! Blowing your nose!"

Wang Xiaohu took out a tissue and blew his nose vigorously. One sheet was not enough, so he asked for another one.

After blowing three times in a row, the dinner table finally became quiet.

moment.

"Thank you, teacher."

Their eyes met again, and this time Li An saw an indescribable look in Wang Xiaohu's eyes, and he knew that Wang Xiaohu's heart was relieved.

"How can I thank you?"

Wang Xiaohu solemnly said: "Teacher, if you don't have children in the future, I will support you in your old age."

Li An: "Then don't thank me, I have to thank you."

Wang Xiaohu was anxious: "I'm serious!"

Li An laughed and scolded: "You are so serious, go and get me a pair of chopsticks."

Wang Xiaohu quickly went to the kitchen to get a pair of chopsticks and came back, "Teacher."

Li An took the chopsticks and asked Wang Xiaohu to sit down, "Eat."

Wang Xiaohu picked up the chopsticks and started eating.

For a moment, the atmosphere at the dinner table seemed to be back, but there was something new.

Li An thought for a while and said nothing more, letting the child digest it.

Wang Xiaohu's words are believed by Thaksin. Although they are a bit childish, they are quite touching, but a bit heavy.

He hoped that Wang Xiaohu could relax and stop thinking so much.

After the meal, Wang Xiaohu rushed to wash the dishes, and Li An returned to the living room to take a rest.

After Wang Xiaohu finished washing, it was time for them to set off.

Picking up the phone, he saw the message Qiao Zhizhi's mother sent him five minutes ago.

Then he called Qiao Zhizhi's mother back.

"Hey, Mom Zhizhi."

"Hey, Teacher Li, I'm really sorry today. I called Zhizhi when she got home and said that she had a great time in class today and she didn't even want to finish class."

"Hahaha, I taught her some basic piano knowledge today. She digested it very quickly and mastered everything in class. I had high expectations for her, but her performance today still exceeded my expectations. A very rare talent.”

"Thank you, Teacher Li. It will be your hard work from now on. I'll sign her up for a year of classes first. Is it convenient for you?"

One year? This was the first time that Li An heard parents sign up for classes on an annual basis, and he couldn't figure out how many classes this included.

Then he heard Zhizhi's mother say on the phone, "Fifty-two weeks a year, we have sixty classes?"

Li An didn't give in when he heard this: "No problem."

Zhizhi’s mother: “I’ll transfer it to you in a moment. Besides, she’s in junior high school now and doesn’t have as much spare time as before. Depending on the situation, we can also have two classes at a time.”

Li An: "No need at the moment. We have a literacy class in the middle of the week. I can assign some content for her to practice in the literacy class. The problem now is that there is no piano at home and she needs to practice on the weekends."

Zhizhi's mother: "That's right, Mr. Li, we will definitely buy the piano, and we will have to trouble you then. Her father and I have been a little busy recently. I have to go on a business trip tomorrow and won't be back until around mid-November."

Li An: "Yeah, just contact me when the time comes."

Zhizhi’s mother: “I don’t think she should be left idle during this period. My sister’s child studied piano for a while, but she didn’t stick with it, so the piano has been sitting in her house taking up space. I was wondering if I could take up the piano first. Let Zhizhi use the Taiwanese piano for a while, and then we can buy it when I come back."

Li An: "How long has the piano been playing? Do you know what kind of piano it is?"

Zhizhi’s mother: “It must have been sitting there for more than a year. It’s a Yamaha. It seemed like it cost 50,000 to 60,000 when I bought it.”

Li An: "That's right. You two can discuss it. If possible, you don't need to buy a new piano. This piano is enough for Zhizhi. Just move it over and tune it."

Zhizhi's mother: "The key is that I don't know the specific situation of that piano. What I mean is to choose a new one for her according to your ideas."

Li An: "Don't worry, I will recommend a master for you. You contact him and let him take a look at the piano. If he says it is OK, you ask him to help you transport the piano back and tune it. Basically, this instrument The piano is enough for Zhizhi to use for more than five years.”

Zhizhi’s mother: “Okay, please, Teacher Li.”

Li An: "You're welcome, let's leave it at that. If you have any questions, please feel free to contact us."

As soon as Li Ang hung up the phone, Wang Xiaohu came over and laughed.

"why are you laughing."

Wang Xiaohu: "Teacher, Qiao Zhizhi's family is very rich."

Li An followed Yile: "You know again."

Wang Xiaohu: "Of course, her father and mother both run companies."

Li An: "Just take care of yourself, why don't you take care of other people's families?"

Wang Xiaohu: "She said it herself!"

While the teacher and student were talking, Li An received the tuition fee from Qiao Zhizhi's mother, which was 24000 yuan.

Looking at this string of numbers, I sighed. Really, sixty classes without blinking an eye.

Then Li An pushed Lao Lu's phone over.

Then he sent Lao Lu a WeChat message and explained the situation.

Li An changed his clothes, and the teacher and student set off.

Li An usually takes the subway by himself, but today Wang Xiaohu was here and he took a taxi.

He just happened to take advantage of the time on the road to have a quiet video call with Chen Xuan.

Wang Xiaohu sat quietly next to the teacher all the way.

In order to make Wang Xiaohu happy, Li An would let Chen Xuan and Wang Xiaohu interact from time to time.

But the effect was average, not as good as when he hung up the phone with Qiao Zhizhi's mother just now. At that time, he thought Wang Xiaohu's mood had become normal.

The little cub is quite difficult to deal with.

After getting off the bus, the teacher and student went straight to the gate of Yudong Office Building. Li An was thinking about it when he suddenly heard Wang Xiaohu ask: "Teacher, are my eyes okay?"

Li An had an idea: "You took a photo with your phone, you obviously just finished crying."

"what!"

Wang Xiaohu wanted to see Che Lin later, but this was not possible! How could he let Che Lin know that he had just cried. Li An smiled: "Why, Teacher Qin and Teacher Fang are too lazy to ask you."

Wang Xiaohu suddenly felt a little desperate. With despair, the elevator stopped at the eighth floor.

Qin Yong was waiting on the eighth floor. As soon as he saw the teacher and student, he took the initiative to say hello.

Wang Xiaohu responded carefully while paying attention to the way Teacher Qin looked at him. There was nothing unusual.

"Listen carefully to Teacher Qin."

After handing Wang Xiaohu to Qin Yong, Li An said something to Wang Meili, and then went to classroom 802.

At the door of classroom 802, a group of art candidates waiting to "overcome the tribulation" saw the teacher just now.

By observing the teacher's expression and body from a distance, everyone gave today's teacher a happy score of only 70 points.

"Who comes first?" Min Zhen asked.

No one responded.

Zhao Weida: "Sister Ran, if I remember correctly, the teacher has never been angry with you."

Luo Xiaoran: "Please let me go, the teacher just has nothing to do with me."

Seventy points is a very subtle score.

Below seventy points - I have to finish today.

Seventy points and above means there is still a chance of survival.

If it can reach ninety percent, it will be peace in the world.

Everyone has only experienced 90 points once, when the teacher brought little junior sister Che Lin with him.

While the public arts candidates were observing Li An from a distance, Li An also saw the whispers of people in front of Gate 802 from a distance.

"Hello teacher!"

"Good afternoon, teacher!"

"Teacher looks handsome again today!"

"Teacher will be more handsome tomorrow!"

"Teacher, let's have lunch together tonight!"

Li An looked around and said, "How many points did you give me today?"

Everyone was shocked: We have a traitor! ! !
"Zhao Weida didn't tell me that."

In an instant, Zhao Weida became the target of public criticism. If looks could kill, Zhao Weida had become a sieve.

"I didn't!" Zhao Weida was about to cry again.

Yang Shuangyu took the initiative to push the door open. Li An entered 802 first, and then everyone followed.

The weekly tribulation ceremony officially begins.

Yang Shuangyu volunteered to raise his hand in order for the brothers to go smoothly.

"Teacher, I'll go first."

"Come."

Yang Shuangyu had already received the repertoire for the art exam last week, Schubert's sonata.

After a week of hard practice, Yang Shuangyu was able to play the Allegro part.

After listening to it again, Li An told Yang Shuangyu a few details about how to practice his wrist slowly.

Through this practice method, he extended to everyone how to experience the force transmission from the arm to the wrist through slow practice, and how to create a soft and unfinished timbre effect through slow key release.

"This exercise does not have to be done through adagio, such as lyrical pop songs. Don't some of you like to play pop songs? Hey, you can apply it. In addition, you can also practice it in scale etudes."

As he spoke, Ang Lee gave a demonstration using musical scales. The tender scales made everyone feel for the first time that musical scales can also be so beautiful that they bubble up.

"Come and try Yang Shuangyu."

Yang Shuangyu thought about it for a moment, then imitated Ang Lee's performance and played the scales.

Without comparison, there is no harm, and everyone just feels offended.

"It's so difficult."

Yang Shuangyu stopped his hand and smiled bitterly. He only heard it very simple, but when he actually played it, it was completely different.

Li An: "It's difficult."

Yang Shuangyu nodded: "It feels like I have to control every time I close the key, but as long as I control it a little bit, the sound will be stuck."

Li An: "But where is it?"

Yang Shuangyu: "Wrist."

Li An: "How can you practice if you know this part?"

Yang Shuangyu: "Yeah."

Ang Lee turned around and said, "Tone sensing practice is a long-term exercise. You have to try more and be as slow as possible. The rest depends on your ears and understanding."

Everyone nodded.

"Who's coming next?"

Gao Shen raised his hand proactively: "Teacher Li, let me do it."

"Come Gao Shen."

Half an hour later, Gao Shen successfully escaped from the tribulation.

Half an hour later, Zhao Weida successfully escaped.

"Next person."

Min Zhen felt that it was almost his turn.

"Come, listen to your slow movement."

The homework Min Zhen will teach this week is the first movement of Beethoven's Sonata No. 1, which is the same as the car.
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Just as Min Zhen sat down in front of the piano, Wang Xiaohu walked into Fang Zheng's piano room.

"Hello, Ultraman-sensei."

As soon as Fangzheng heard Wang Xiaohu's voice, he realized that Wang Xiaohu's voice was wrong, but he didn't say anything else and let Wang Xiaohu take a drink of water first.

"Hello warrior, today we are going to challenge a new sound area."

New vocal area? Wang Xiaohu immediately became energetic.

The more reason for his excitement was that neither Ultraman nor Qin noticed that he had cried.
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Just when Wang Xiaohu was challenging the new sound zone, the elevator on the eighth floor rang.

Then Xiao Che walked out of the elevator wearing a gray sweatshirt and poking his head from side to side.

The teacher sent her a message at noon, asking her to come directly to the Art Examination Department when she arrived.

"Che Lin!" Wang Meili waved.

The car walked over: "Hello, Teacher Wang."

The last time Wang Meili saw Che Lin was in August. She said that children grow very fast. She hadn't seen her for more than two months, and now she was more than half a head taller and her hair had grown a lot.

This is great, she is quieter now and looks like a girl. She was a tomboy before.

"Go to 802." Wang Meili said with a smile. Li An gave the order just now and went directly to 802 when Che Lin came.
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Something is wrong with 802 at this moment.

Everyone felt a trace of invisible pressure again, even those who had finished class felt a little nervous.

The teacher in front of the piano is silent.

Min Zhenzheng stretched out his hands tremblingly in front of the piano, and just as he was about to drop the keys, Li An spoke.

"forget it."

Everyone trembled!
At this moment, everyone looked and saw someone knocking on the door of 802.

"It's okay," Li An stood up, patted Min Zhen's shoulder and comforted, "I'm not angry, but really, this problem must be changed. You can take your time, but you have to take the initiative. As for these people in the room, you If you don’t dare to play, what will you do if there are other occasions in the future?”

As he said that, he went to open the door, and everyone saw the figure outside the door along the opened door.

The savior is here! !
"teacher."

Li An nodded and signaled Che Lin to come in, and Luo Xiaoran hurriedly gave up her seat to Xiao Che.

"Sit down."

Li An asked Luo Xiaoran to sit down, then looked at Min Zhen in front of the piano, "Min Zhen, get up, there's no need to put away the sheet music."

Min Zhen stood up quickly.

"Come on, Che Lin, put the bag down and you can play."

Before anyone could react, Xiao Che had already put down his schoolbag and sat down obediently in front of the piano.

The car sat down and looked at the score. It was the second movement of the F minor sonata.

The teacher hasn't let her practice this movement yet.

Then she started sight-reading, a soft melody sounded, and 802 seemed even quieter for a while.

The junior sister plays the piano very well.
This is what everyone is thinking at this moment, but they don’t know that Xiaoche, like Min Zhen, has received this slow movement for the first time.