Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 837 97. Stop at red light, go at green light

Despite doubts, the car still quickened its pace and walked towards Fang Yongbo, with his hands behind his back as if he was lightly holding his schoolbag.

"Good afternoon, Uncle Fang."

Although he has regarded Uncle Fang as an "imaginary enemy" these past two days, his emotions are emotions. Xiaoche knows that Uncle Fang must have made an agreement with the teacher to appear here.

"Good afternoon, Che Lin." Fang Yongbo also responded to Xiao Che in a formal tone.

Then explained, "Your teacher is too busy in the afternoon, I will pick you up to go to the show."

After a while, "Shall we set off?"

Xiaoche nodded: "Thank you, Uncle Fang."

Looking at the cute appearance of the car and some of Li An's words during lunch, Fang Yongbo liked Che Lin more and more sincerely the more he looked at her at this moment.

Fang Yongbo had no experience picking up a child for the first time. Looking at the adults around him with food and drink in their hands, he realized it was too late.

However, there was still time, and the two people, one large and one small, squeezed out of the crowd. Fang Yongbo planned to find a nearby store to buy something to drink for the car. He thought about his children who had worked hard all afternoon.

"Thank you, Uncle Fang." Xiao Che quickly took out a blue water cup from the storage compartment on the left side of the schoolbag. The cup was transparent, with half a bottle of water hanging inside, "I have water to drink."

As if to prove that the water was drinkable, Car turned on the switch of the cup, and the lid of the cup bounced up. She grabbed the straw and took a deep sip.

Fang Yongbo was dumbfounded by the scene in front of him, and saw that the water level in the cup in the little driver's hand had dropped by less than half, "Okay, okay, kid, slow down."

The car stopped, the lid of the cup was put back on, and he skillfully put it back into the storage compartment of the schoolbag with one hand.

His eyes widened for a moment, and when he saw that Xiao Che's gaze seemed a bit awkward, he wondered if he looked too serious, making the child a little scared?
He coughed, then smiled and said, "Che Lin, my car can't be driven out for the time being. I've checked the route. Can we walk there?"

"Yeah." Xiaoche nodded again.

One large and one small child crossed the road and headed north. While Fang Yongbo reported the itinerary to Li An, the small car also took out his mobile phone.

Fang Yongbo: Got it. It’s expected to arrive in about 20 minutes.

Che Lin: Teacher, Uncle Fang and I are going to Shuren now. We can get there in fifteen minutes!
Although Shipo Middle School is only three blocks away from Shuren, it can be reached by just pressing the accelerator a few times by car, but it still takes a little time to walk.

A bad start! At the first major intersection they encountered a long red light.

"Hey, we have to wait for this traffic light."

"Well."

At the zebra crossing, Fang Yongbo stood on the side of the car and noticed that the schoolbag in the car was so big, so heavy that it almost covered him below his waist.

When he saw Che Lin just now, he saw Che Lin with her hands behind her back, as if she was dragging her schoolbag from below.

The girl is not short. How many books must be packed in this schoolbag to become like this?

Fang Yongbo felt a little "guilty" for not buying a water cart for the car. At this moment, he just wanted to do something for his children.

"Che Lin, let me carry your schoolbag for you."

Before Fang Yongbo made a move, Xiao Che quickly turned sideways and carried his schoolbag out of Fang Yongbo's reach, "Thank you, Uncle Fang, I can carry it myself."

Quite sensitive, Fang Yongbo smiled and then joked: "Is there any treasure in the schoolbag?"

Xiaoche bared his teeth and smiled: "Yeah."

Ouch, Ouch, Fang Yongbo was a little flattered by Xiao Che's smile.

From the moment they received the car to now, the two of them have spoken no less than five sentences.

The child is indeed very polite, and almost always thanks Uncle Fang, but his expression is always a little distant.

Now the child is smiling. It is a rare opportunity, and Fang Yongbo is not going to let it go. In his nearly thirty years of coaching career, he has never met a musician that he cannot solve.

"There is a secret." Fang Yongbo followed the car's words and then made a mysterious expression. Without waiting for the car's reaction, he continued to attack: "I guess there is something belonging to someone else inside."

Car: "!"

Children are children, and their first reactions to things will only be written on their faces.

Seeing the car's reaction, Fang Yongbo smiled and seemed to have guessed it right, and then showed a kind expression again, "Would you like to share it with your uncle?"

"Forehead--"

Xiaoche looked embarrassed. She didn't want anyone to know what was in her schoolbag except the teacher.

Fang Yongbo smiled again, and then the phone in his pocket rang.

"Hey."

The car subconsciously turned sideways when he heard the sound.

"Why did you send it to me? Didn't I give you the address?"

Such a majestic question, Xiao Che felt for a moment that Uncle Fang next to him seemed to be a different person.

The car looked away, and the traffic in front of her made her tangled.

Of course she didn't want Uncle Fang to know what was in her schoolbag, but Uncle Fang asked her.

She is not afraid of Uncle Fang, but Uncle Fang is a very important person to the teacher.

Thinking of this, Xiaoche thought of what the teacher said to her yesterday.

Thinking of those words, Xiao Che pursed his lips and the corners of his eyes suddenly dropped.

Because the teacher has already had dinner with Uncle Fang.

There's no next meal, right? She thought to herself and sighed softly.

Hey.

In fact, when she thought about it more last night, she already had a hunch that the teacher might not be able to play the concerto.

If what the teacher said is true, if he doesn't play the concerto, he will definitely play other pieces, but what are those pieces?

The teacher didn't say anything.

Recently, except for Hanon and Moskovsky, the teacher occasionally plays one or two 740s and Chopin, and the rest of the time is spent playing Boer.

Based on her experience, if the teacher wants to prepare other repertoire, he will definitely practice it in advance. Even if he is familiar with the performance repertoire, he will go through it every day and tell her about the piece.

The teacher didn't tell her anything this time, and she hadn't heard the teacher practice either. It was like a piece of music just appeared out of nowhere. She couldn't believe that the teacher was going to perform this piece of music out of nowhere in a concert unless the teacher told her in person.

However, the teacher clearly had so many opportunities to tell her what this piece of music was yesterday, but in the end she heard nothing.

Even after she recalled all the conversations she had with the teacher at noon yesterday, she realized that the teacher had actually been avoiding this topic.

From this, Xiaoche inferred that the teacher must have known that there was no way to get into Boer, but because she asked, the teacher was afraid of disappointing her, so he made up a piece that didn't actually exist yet, as if to tell her that it was possible to play this piece.

The reasons are as follows:

First, if the teacher is sure that he will be admitted to Boer by the end of the year, he will definitely not reveal so many details to her in advance, but will maintain a sense of mystery with a smile.

Secondly, if the teacher really prepared a second song, even if he wanted to maintain a sense of mystery, he would reveal a little bit of bait to her like fishing.

So everything the teacher said yesterday seemed to be telling her about some attempts at large-scale concerts, but in fact it was to comfort her in advance.

She knew that the teacher didn't want to disappoint the expectations of everyone around her.

After seeing all this, she had almost concluded that this was the truth.

The only hope left in her heart is that the teacher will have dinner with Uncle Fang today, and there may be a miracle. It's not that she doesn't want to believe in miracles.

She has personally experienced miracles, but will the miracle itself happen?
She didn't know, really didn't know, and this was what made her most uncomfortable.

When she was in her second year, one day her father said to her: Linlin, we may have to move again, but we haven't decided yet, and we may not move at all.

From the moment she learned that she was going to move to the actual move, even as she watched less and less things being moved into her and her father's small rental house, she thought they wouldn't have to move again this time.

Because her father said again that we might not move this time, so she wanted to believe that they wouldn't move this time.

Then soon Friday came, and my father said: Linlin, we are moving tomorrow.

She had experienced many similar things, but as a child she was always willing to believe in what she expected. Gradually, as she experienced more, she realized that she actually had no choice. It was as if at that point in time, an invisible force would make a choice for her and her father.

It wasn't until she met the teacher that she discovered that she and her family had options, and not only AB, but also CD.

So she has always felt that the teacher is omnipotent, and the appearance of the teacher is a miracle that she has experienced personally.

But until after one o'clock today, she felt that the teacher and Uncle Fang must have finished eating.

When she got home at noon and called her teacher, she still had a vague expectation in her heart. But when she felt that her teacher and Uncle Fang had already had dinner, it was like knowing that she would be moving tomorrow, and the invisible power came from her again. Fire shot out of her heart, making her restless.

Although she made a wish to Grandma Moon last night.

So she deliberately left home fifteen minutes early at noon. She was afraid that she would not leave when the teacher came back, and she had not yet decided how to face the teacher.

She was afraid that the teacher would say something to comfort her if she felt uncomfortable.

Thinking about it now, that invisible force is probably the helplessness of adults.

It was like her father taking her to move again and again, like the teacher's concerto.

Maybe Uncle Fang also feels helpless like Uncle Fang.

She didn't know anymore, her mind was in a mess.

Shaking his head suddenly, the traffic in front of the car became increasingly sparse.

The teacher obviously hasn’t told me anything yet!
The thirteen-year-old girl bit her lower lip with "resentment". She hated herself for a moment just now!

The teacher can definitely play the concerto!

For a moment, the car suddenly became enlightened, but in the next second, why did the teacher say those things to him yesterday, and then a wave of emotions came up again.

For another moment, Xiaoche curled her lips, but this time the corners of her eyes did not drop.

She made a new discovery: she also had the neurosis Xiaobei claimed in her letter.

Sure enough, there was a reason why she and Xiaobei became good sisters.

No problem, teacher!
Teachers don’t need miracles at all!
No matter what the teacher is, he is her favorite teacher!

If the teacher fails to play the concerto, she will make mapo tofu for the teacher for a week!

With one stroke, he cut off all distracting thoughts, leaving only these four short lines of words in his mind.

"That's it." After hanging up the phone, Fang Yongbo quickly asked with concern: "What's wrong? Does your neck feel uncomfortable?"

Just now he suddenly saw Xiao Che Lin shaking her head several times.

"I'm fine, Uncle Fang," Xiaoche scratched his head in shame and said softly, "I have gifts in my schoolbag."

Fang Yongbo didn't react for a while, and then he remembered that he had just asked Che Lin what was in her schoolbag.

He groaned in his heart, look at his talk of looking for trouble, the gift must be a little more mysterious, he had to ask someone about the child.

But this child is really cute. I'm afraid if it were another child, most likely he wouldn't tell him.

Without asking who Che Lin gave the gift to, Fang Yongbo frowned and pretended not to hear clearly, "I didn't hear what you said clearly."

Then, "Forget it, I don't want to know what's in your schoolbag."

Xiaoche was amused by Fang Yongbo's embarrassingly fake acting. She thought Uncle Fang was very interesting.

In fact, Uncle Fang was really nice. He came to pick her up, bought her water, and helped her carry her schoolbag. The car could feel Uncle Fang's care for her.

Ok!

Xiaoche decided again, no matter what the outcome, she still liked Uncle Fang.

Just then, the green light came on.

The old and young people were crossing the road, and the car quickly ran to the front like a small guide dog to lead the way.

Fang Yongbo watched every move of the car from behind, and his heart melted. No wonder Li An was willing to pay for this child. He thought it was definitely not just because of the child's talent.

Speaking of Che Lin's talent, Fang Yongbo thought of Paganini played by Che in the Chengdu Cup final.

From the perspective of a professional conductor, what amazes him most about Xiaoche is not his skills. In this age group, Xiaoche’s skills are not outstanding.

What moved him was that a thirteen-year-old child could play both sides of life.

There is a sleepless night, boundless darkness, and a cry to break through the constraints in the sound of the piano.

He has seen too many children from aristocratic families who can play Xiao Xie Li B at a young age, but every note under the fingers of those children seems to be inlaid with gold edges, and the charm is full of charm, like a perfect play. Chain, every link is just right.

But it just lacks a little flesh and blood, and that little flesh and blood can only be treated as an exquisite mortal.

In comparison, the car's performance is intermittent, but every note is true.

Although the composed musical picture was incomplete, he could feel the texture in each scene.

She didn't know what else Xiao Che had experienced in her childhood, but at the end of the song Paganini, it still fell on a happy child.

There is no pretentious embellishment. When it comes to piano and music, the car is real.

Therefore, he had no reason not to believe that as long as he gave Xiao Che enough time to continue to think, continue to grow, and continue to live, the genius' wisdom would eventually give birth to unforeseen consequences in the years.

Fang Yongbo believes that day will come.

But before that, he had something to say. He had indeed lied to the child. If it were any other child, he would really not be interested in who the gift in the bag was for.

Xiaoche's straightforwardness was so weighty, he really wanted to know.

It's just that he was too embarrassed to ask the child anything anymore.

So he could only settle for the next best thing and ask something that he was also interested in and could ask.

"Che Lin, I heard that you have been practicing Beethoven recently. Can you tell me about Beethoven's music as you understand it?"

One of Fang Yongbo's daily tasks is to communicate with young musicians.

But for someone as young as Che Lin, this was his first time.

But this did not affect his attitude. He was eager to know what this young musician was thinking,

Xiaoche replied directly and confidently: "The teacher said that Beethoven's music only needs to be described in two words, move forward!"

Fang Yongbo was stunned. Che Lin's vivid description was really hilarious, and Ang Lee was really insightful. However, Ang Lee's style was not like Beethoven's music, but like Mozart's music, which was too silky.

However, after just a brief contact, Che Lin's way of dealing with others felt more like Beethoven's music.

"Che Lin, what your teacher said is what your teacher said. What I'm asking is how you understand it."

Xiaoche thought for a while, she had to answer Uncle Fang's question, and then blurted out: "Go forward! Go forward!"

Two forward?

Fang Yongbo was stunned for a moment and laughed loudly again.

What did he just say?

This is where genius comes in.

"awesome!"

"Uncle Fang, I'm not great."

"I say it's great!"

"Well"

Moving forward, the old and young passed through the traffic lights and soon disappeared at the intersection.
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At the scholar's door, Xu Hongxin was a little nervous.

"Brother Yong, isn't Commander Fang very powerful?"

Qin Yong couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, yes, but, "Just wait."

Xu Hongxin lamented that it was his turn to take over Fang Yongbo's job. He could also do some psychological development for the children in the background!