Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 834 94. Lies of Professional Classical Musicians
Bubble tea is sweet.

The corners of Li An's eyebrows were bitter.

It's not bitterness, it's just that he doesn't understand.

If there was an explanation waiting for him on the other end of the phone, it was a little late.

If what was waiting for him on the other end of the phone was comfort, he might as well explain it.

What other possibilities are there? At this point in time, Fang Yongbo wouldn't want to invite him to dinner.

The cell phone on the table continued to ring, and Li An didn't know how to answer the call for a moment.

The teacher and the student stared at each other, and for a moment Xiao Che also felt a little "tricky". Who was calling the phone? The teacher's face actually changed into five expressions in just a few seconds.

When it comes, pick it up.

"Hey, Brother Bo."

Li An put down his chopsticks and picked up the phone. Then he heard the long-lost hearty laughter coming from the other end of the phone. It was undoubtedly Fang Yongbo himself.

"If you're not busy, just tell me."

Xiaoche knew who Brother Bo was, but she couldn't hear exactly what he said.

Then she saw the expression on the teacher's face change again, and a word that Xiaobei often used in her last reply immediately came to mind - dumbfounding.

She had never quite understood what this expression looked like, but now she felt it for herself.

Xiaobei couldn't laugh or cry because every day there was a boy who had to wait for Xiaobei to hand in his homework before handing in his homework. He had to put his homework on top of Xiaobei's homework. One day Xiaobei forgot his homework at home, and the boy didn't do it that day either. After handing in his homework, he was called to the office, so Xiaobei didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

But what is it that makes the teacher dumbfounded?

"I'm really sorry, Brother Bo. I have to arrange a program for the school tonight. There will be a performance soon."

Li An never expected that Fang Yongbo actually wanted to ask him to have a meal together in the evening.

It must be said that for a moment just now, he almost agreed, "Yeah, yeah, no problem tomorrow at noon, Lotus Pavilion at 11:30, okay, okay, Brother Bo, see you tomorrow."

After hanging up the phone, Li An touched his forehead. He was already sweating. Boss Fang suddenly called and said he wanted to have dinner tonight. Who would have thought that it was neither early nor late?

"eat fast."

The teacher and student continued to use their chopsticks.

"Teacher, did Uncle Fang invite you to dinner?"

Li An calmly picked up the dishes and hummed slightly. He had forgotten that before the call came, he was telling Xiaoche about a Polish man who had just arrived in Paris.

Xiaoche chuckled: "Teacher, it will be a long time before I can listen to your Brahms."

Listening to the child's expectant tone, Li An felt twice in his heart. At first, he only thought about how to explain to the adults around him, but had not yet figured out how to explain to these children.

He knew that several children were looking forward to the end of the year.

"Should -" When the words came to his lips, Li An really didn't know what to say. He didn't want to deceive Xiao Che. Xiao Che would definitely be very sad if he knew about it.

Even if it's a white lie, it can be hidden for a while, and it won't be able to hide it until the New Year. The children will always know that he didn't come on stage.

Suddenly he thought of a way that might be feasible. There would be so many concerts at the end of the year, and Fang Yongbo would randomly arrange a corner for him. Even if he could play an intermezzo, it would live up to the children's expectations.

He was sure that Fang Yongbo would definitely be willing to help him as long as he asked for it, "It should be at the end of the year, between January and February, eh."

Xiao Che immediately started counting on his fingers, "If it's mid-January, there are still two and a half months." Then he got excited, "There are still ten weeks!"

Ang Lee also showed a relaxed smile, "Yes, but I don't know if I can play the concerto by then."

The little boy frowned, and the little car showed a puzzled expression. What did the teacher mean? Is it possible for the teacher to play other songs?

"It's possible to play other songs, please listen to me first." Taking advantage of the atmosphere on the table at this moment, Li An decided to make a foreshadowing in advance, "This is Linlin, this kind of musician's birthday concert and ordinary music The nature of the meeting is slightly different, and there are many aspects to consider. It does not mean that the conductor gives me the score half a year in advance and then I will play it. "

"The conductor will send out several invitations at the same time, and finally he will decide who will cooperate with the orchestra to complete the final performance."

Oh oh, Xiaoche understood, and then showed a more relaxed expression, "So it's up to you, teacher, to play."

Xiao Che's matter-of-fact tone almost made Li An choke in his throat. He hurriedly explained: "You can say whatever you want at home, but don't talk nonsense when you go out. There are too many great pianists."

The little car doesn't care, the teacher is the most powerful anyway: "So the teacher wants to discuss the music with Uncle Fang tomorrow?"

Ang Lee continued to pave the way: "Well, based on what I know so far, it's a bit mysterious for me to play the concerto this time."

"I'm serious." As he spoke, Ang Lee seemed to have really been brought into the situation he was talking about. "Did you know that not only our Rong'ai is preparing for the concert at the end of the year, but also first- and second-tier performance groups across the country are preparing for it. "

Xiaoche was not surprised, he could think of it, but when she heard that Brahms would be performing at the end of the year across the country, she was a little excited: "Teacher, do all orchestras have to play Brahms' Second Piano Concerto?"

Ang Lee: "The piano concerto is only a part of Brahms's life. There will definitely be other works of his performed, such as symphonies and violin concertos. However, in the piano concerto, Bo Er's appearance rate should be very high. He can penetrate Bo Er's works. Rams’ music life, this is why I just mentioned why the nature of the birthday concert is different, it is more about commemorating the composer.”

Xiaoche: “So we have to choose the most representative track.”

Li An: "Yes, we talked while eating."

Xiao Che immediately picked up a large piece of chili pepper with chopsticks and put it into her mouth. Her cheeks became squirming, but her eyes did not leave the teacher's face for a moment. She liked to listen to the teacher.

Ang Lee: "Think about it, by then most orchestras will have to take the BOE. Will it feel like a final exam?"

Xiaoche: "Yes, there must be a grade ranking at the end."

Ang Lee: "You're smart. This is the ranking. Who doesn't want his class to be ranked high, right?"

Car: "Yes!"

Li An: "Then I'm testing you. How do you rank this?"

Xiaoche thought for a while: "The audience's score."

Ang Lee: "Who will the audience rate?"

Trolley: "Rate the concerto."

Ang Lee: "But there are also symphonies and other categories of works. Do you only count a single subject in your final calculation of grades?"

Car: "Score the total."

Ang Lee: "That's right. Comparing only one subject is not objective. The total score must be calculated."

The car was poked inexplicably, "Teacher, what should I do if some students have poor grades before?"

Li An glared: "Then you have to ask this classmate why his grades are poor!"

Xiaoche stuck out his tongue, picked up the bubble tea and took a sip, "Teacher, talk while eating."

Ang Lee: "."

After feeding a chopstick of chili into his mouth, Li An puffed out his cheeks and said, "If you have a poor foundation, you have to find a way to improve your score, otherwise you will have to continue to be beaten."

Xiaoche: "Teacher, where does Xiaorong rank?"

Ang Lee: "It's hard to say what Xiaorong said. Can he be ranked fourth or fifth at the moment? In terms of echelons, he is the eldest brother in the second echelon. Occasionally, he will perform in the first echelon, but he cannot maintain it. "

Xiaoche: "Mou Mengmeng!"

Ang Lee: "What are you?"

Xiaoche: "Mou, Meng, Meng, there is a girl in our class. Her overall score is in the sixth or seventh place, but she can occasionally get into the top three in a single subject."

Ang Lee: "Precision! That's what it means."

Xiaoche: "Teacher, who is the first place?"

Li An: "Well, it's actually hard to say who is number one. It depends on what angle you look at. There are some things that you don't understand even if I talk about them now. Just understand it like this. There are Xiaoyan, Xiaohai, and Xiao in the first echelon. wide."

This is a purely money-burning thing. Apart from the advantages of being a cultural center, it is not just about throwing money at it. Otherwise, how could Xiao Guang rise to the top so quickly?

"The rest are targeting them."

Xiaoche said seriously: "I understand, teacher, we have to work hard and strive to enter the first echelon as soon as possible."

Li Anle: "You have a sense of responsibility, but after all, your teacher and I didn't grow up in Chengdu. This matter has nothing to do with me. To say the least, even if I have transferred my registered permanent residence here, our generation should have nothing to do with it. I’m counting on it, but in the future it’s up to you to fulfill this mission.”

As he spoke, Li An couldn't help but think that ten or twenty years later, if Wang Xiaohu was lucky enough to take charge of Rong Ai, and coupled with the car, these two children might really be able to lead Rong Ai forward.

The car scratched its head.

Li An's heart moved, and he asked casually with a smile: "Are you feeling stressed?" Xiao Che nodded.

Li An sighed and it was true. Fortunately, he realized it early. It seemed that his accidental words could also put pressure on the car.

The child is so "stupid". If it were Wang Xiaohu, he would have felt so awesome.

"I'm joking with you, but I take it seriously. If you really have an idea, it wouldn't be too late to consider this issue ten years later. But the teacher will tell you in advance that this is a very complicated issue."

Hearing this, Xiaoche instantly relaxed and said, "Yeah."

Ang Lee: "For example, why did your Uncle Fang find so many pianists to try out in advance? His starting point was to consider the whole thing. It's not that whoever plays well will be accepted. It depends on the final overall effect and presentation style." Can I get a higher score?”

"Let's just talk about this one. The first half is Brahms' Violin Concerto in D major. This work is very great. Brahms only wrote one violin concerto in his life. At first, he followed the symphony routine and planned to write four movement, but he finally deleted the fourth movement, but this did not affect the grand symphony of this work. Its harmonic effect and dramatic conflict can rival any violin concerto. "

"Does it sound familiar?"

Xiaoche was about to say: "Boer is also magnificent."

Ang Lee: "Putting two behemoths into the same concert is a test for everyone."

"In order to avoid giving the audience a homogeneous viewing experience, the conductor must make a fuss here."

"The first half was grand and the second half can continue to be grand, but it can't just be grand."

"What should I do? The conductor will select the one he thinks is most suitable among the many players. No one can play well or not well, it just depends on whose handling style can make the whole concert more complete and make the performance more complete. The overall score is a little higher.”

"Linlin, the teacher's other identity is a professional performer, but the teacher also has areas of performance that he is good at and areas that he is not good at. The teacher can only say that he is trying his best to present the parts that he is good at. As for the results."

Thinking about being able to participate in an event like the Summer Music Festival, Ang Lee suddenly felt that he was very lucky. For most young performers, there is usually no chance to wait for the results.

Car: "Yeah!"

Li An smiled: "What are you talking about?"

Xiaoche: "The results haven't come out yet?"

After a moment, "Yes, hurry up and eat," Li An added a spoonful of soup to the cart, and then took a sip of bubble tea.

Much sweeter.
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During lunch break, Xiaoche was thinking that if Uncle Fang didn’t let the teacher play the concerto tomorrow, she would never like Uncle Fang again.

Although, she did what she said.

On the sofa in the living room, Li An was also thinking about this issue. It was a bit funny to say that Rong Ai's trailer had been released, and he analyzed it well.

Yes, at first he was thinking of coaxing the child, but the more he analyzed it, the more he felt that his analysis still made some sense.

Play house with a little childlike innocence.

However, it seems that there is nothing wrong with adults being naive sometimes. Just like when he talked so much with the car at the moment, he felt more at ease.

Tomorrow he must let Lao Fang pay the bill, and the other party must arrange a small performance for him to play a piece.

If you don't give it to him, you'll be "cheating"!
Although, Uncle Fang, do you know how long I have been preparing and how hard it has been! ! ! ! !

With a cry in his heart, Li An pulled the 80,000 people next to him over and gave him a raw fuck! -
Li An did three things in the afternoon.

The first thing was that after the car went to school, he played the music for Fu Tianming's wedding twice more.

Then the car’s tablet was charged.

The second thing is that Teacher Liang from Class 4, Grade 7 of Heshu Ren, who is also Wang Xiaohu’s class teacher, completed the recording in piano classroom A.

In the complete story setting, the first scene of the opening scene requires the dubbing of a teacher, and Ang Lee immediately thought of this female teacher.

"Thank you for your hard work, Teacher Liang."

"It's okay, it should be."

"That's right, Mr. Liang, we are recording just in case anything happens. If possible, I still hope that you can participate in the performance in person tomorrow afternoon, preferably with live original sound."

"I have no experience. Are you sure I can do it?"

"Believe me, there is no problem. Let's practice and practice on stage tonight. You can find the state."

"Okay okay."

The third thing is to make the final stage setting.

After the performance of the hip-hop club in the afternoon, no club wanted to use the concert hall stage anymore. The group directly arranged the stage into the state required for tomorrow's performance, which was convenient for the walk tonight.
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Regarding tonight's performance, Ang Lee seems to be the only one who is not so satisfied.

Everyone else gave the children warm applause for their last performance. Liu Zhen even complained about why Li An didn't stop him from coming today.

Wouldn't it be better to see a performance like this live tomorrow?
What can Ang Lee say about this?
"Definitely next time."

After returning home from the stage, Ang Lee went back to his study and took out tonight's video and watched it over and over again. Finally, he found the problem.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door behind him.

"Teacher, the milk is ready."

Hearing this, Li An got up and went out to drink milk with him. In the meantime, he called Zhou Song: "Brother Zhou, I want to design a lighting effect at the end. See if it can be realized."

The little car holding the milk pot became more and more curious as she listened. She was so curious that she couldn't help but go and watch the complete stage plot tomorrow.

By the way, let’s take a look at Wang Xiaohu.

And Qiao Zhizhi, she hasn’t met Qiao Zhizhi yet.

But the teacher shouldn’t agree, right?
What if?
Forget it, the midterm exam is next week, and the teacher will definitely not agree.

Giving up the idea, Xiao Che quickly drank the milk in the pot and went to the bathroom.

She washed up and came back to see the teacher who had finally finished her phone call.

"Teacher, I'm sleeping."

"Good night Linlin, you decide what you want to eat for lunch tomorrow."

"Okay, good night, teacher."
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Early the next morning, as the car went to school, Li An played Fu Tianming's wedding song twice more.

Then I practiced Moskovsky again, and finally played Bo Er with great emotion.

The music score in front of me was handed to me by Fang Yongbo when he accompanied him to the Lotus Pavilion for dinner last time.

Hey.

It's okay, just a little emotion.

At eleven o'clock, Li An arrived at the door of the Lotus Pavilion on time.

But he didn't expect that Fang Yongbo would come earlier than him. He was still wondering whether he should wait below, but Fang Yongbo's voice could be heard upstairs.

"Li An!"

When he went upstairs to see Fang Yongbo, Li An also didn't expect that Fang Yongbo looked so good. Wasn't it serious?
Of course, he was happy to see Fang Yongbo healthy.

"Brother Bo."

What Li An didn't expect was that Fang Yongbo's first greeting was: "How are you preparing the music?"

"what?"

Li An almost stopped subconsciously, as if he had hit a wall head-on.

Fang Yongbo looked at Li An's expression that his eyes were not eyes and his nose was not a nose, and laughed loudly.

laugh? !

Li An doesn’t understand!

He really doesn't understand!

what's the situation? !

Am I ready?

Then what? ! ! !

I call you brother, you pigeonhole me! ! !
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怒.