Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 890 150. Angry? Get lost! What is a pentagon teacher!

How much power can it have to be recognized by people you recognize?

The exact soup is still unclear.

After listening to Li Ang's words, he felt that the energy that had been exhausted gushed out from every corner of his body again, and then gathered together to form a new force.

Just then, there was a sudden noise outside the door.

"The baby is here."

Li An retracted his gaze and looked at Lao Tang and smiled, as if nothing had happened just now, "You go to class, I'll go cook."

Lao Tang nodded: "There are still a few children today."

Li An: "There are two more in the afternoon. We'll have dinner after Marco finishes class."

After a pause, "Marco is an interesting kid. You can get a feel for him first. You can let him pass his homework after listening to it. He has to learn a new piece of music today."
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Li An returned to the living room, and Wang Xiaohu and Marco, who were whispering, stopped.

"Good morning, teacher."

"Good morning, go in and have class with Teacher Tang."

"Ah."

Marco just heard Wang Xiaohu say that the teacher who taught him just now was a very cool bald teacher. The first person Marco thought of was the powerful and trance-like teacher Saitama.

Sure enough, when Marco pushed the door and walked into the study, he was shocked by the tall figure in front of the piano.

"Hello, Teacher Tang!" Marco came up and bowed 90 degrees. "My name is Marco, Marco as in Marco Polo. Thank you for your guidance!"

"Nice to meet you, Marco," Lao Tang immediately imitated Marco's tone and said with a smile, "Let's spend the next hour of happy time together. Please give us your guidance."

Wow!! Marco couldn't believe it, Mr. Saitama actually responded to him!!

"Five minutes to warm up." Lao Tang checked the time, "Start now."

Marco: "Okay, Mr. Tang!"
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living room.

Wang Xiaohu looked at a teacher lying at the door of the study room with "disdain", and thought that if the teacher wanted to listen, he could just go in openly.

Li An was really just simply curious. He still remembered that when he first taught Marco, Marco was confused.

But Lao Tang sounds very calm.

To be honest, Lao Tang would never be able to say what he just said, "Let's go through this together." Even if you kill him, he would never be able to say it.

It’s too two-dimensional, but I think it should be just what Marco likes.

Hearing Marco start to warm up his hands, Li An quietly returned to the sofa.

"Teacher, why didn't Teacher Wu and Teacher Jin come?" Wang Xiaohu asked in a low voice.

Li An: "They are still abroad. Teacher Tang came here by himself."

Wang Xiaohu: "Is Teacher Tang coming to travel?"

Li An: "I guess so. Mr. Tang will be here for a long time this time. You will see him often in the future."

Wang Xiaohu: "Wow, does he live here too?"

Li An: "He doesn't live here, you have your own place to live, how did you feel just now?"

Wang Xiaohu: "Are you taking classes with Teacher Tang?"

Ang Lee: "Yeah."

Wang Xiaohu thought for a moment and said, "It's great. Teacher Tang emphasized the importance of the left hand, taught me two methods of practicing the left hand, and also explained the melody lines of the Russian piano."

Li An: "A big harvest?"

Wang Xiaohu: "Yeah!"

Li An smiled and said, "How about letting Teacher Tang teach you from now on?"

Wang Xiaohu shot up: "!!!"

Li An hurriedly said: "Shh!"

Then he glared and lowered his voice, "You can't take a joke like that."

After hearing the joke, Wang Xiaohu let out a sigh of grievance and made a face with a look of resentment.

"Okay, your mom has already signed you up, don't worry."

Wang Xiaohu seemed to be still immersed in his "anger" just now. There was no expression of surprise on his face. He just said "oh".

Li Anxin smiled with a rather temper, and stood up and said, "Come and help me."

Wang Xiaohu followed Li An angrily to the kitchen, and Li An asked Wang Xiaohu to wash his hands later.

Then, while he was washing, Wang Xiaohu came over and squeezed his hand into the sink, not only stealing the water, but also soaking the soap bubbles on the back of Li Ang's hand.

Amidst the laughter, Wang Xiaohu finally became happy again, and then while peeling the green onions, he suddenly said, "Teacher, let me make a promise to you first. I won't learn piano with anyone except you."

The tone sounded deliberately casual, but the inadvertently raised pitch still made people hear a layer of tension in it.

Li An didn't look back: "Hurry up and pick your green onions."

Wang Xiaohu: "I didn't waste any time. I already dialed two."

After a while, "Then I'll take this as a deal."

Ang Lee: "You're going to study abroad, so why don't you practice piano? Do you think you don't have to practice piano after you study conducting?"

Wang Xiaohu: "Then I won't go to study abroad."

Ang Lee: "You can go if you want. It's not like I want to learn conducting."

Wang Xiaohu: "Then I won't learn it."

Li An: "That's great. It saves your mom money."

Wang Xiaohu: “Teacher!”

Wang Xiaohu, who was so angry, stood up and ran over to hug Li Ang's arm and started shaking it, just like a kid who couldn't afford to play and started to play tricks on adults.

Li An knew that Wang Xiaohu just wanted to hear something soothing from him, but he couldn't tolerate this. Although Wang Xiaohu's temper had improved a lot now, as long as Wang Xiaohu did this, he would strike back.

You can't do this with anyone.

"Let me go, go home if you're kidding."

Before Li Ang could finish his words, Wang Xiaohu let go.

Seeing Wang Xiaohu return to the corner and continue picking onions, Li Anxin said, "Okay, there has been progress."

As soon as he turned around, he heard a voice behind him mumbling: "Teacher, I didn't cheat."

Li An ignored him and continued washing the hairtail.

five minutes later,

"Teacher, I've finished peeling, what else do I do?"

“Peel the garlic.”

five minutes later.

"Teacher, I've finished peeling, what else do I do?"

“Can you pick bean sprouts?”

"know a little."

"Then just pick up a little and look for it in the refrigerator yourself."

Wang Xiaohu went to the refrigerator to find the bean sprouts and returned to the kitchen. Li An asked him to go outside to find a place to pick them.

This time Wang Xiaohu felt really wronged, but then he heard the teacher say, "It smells fishy."

Sitting down, Wang Xiaohu opened the plastic bag and picked up the bean sprouts one by one without saying a word.

After a while, "Not fishy."

Where Wang Xiaohu couldn't see, Li An smiled.

He smiled and sighed again. He wondered if he had gone a little too far just now. He understood the child's thoughts.

Where Li Ang couldn't see, Wang Xiaohu felt much better after he said it wasn't fishy. At the same time, he was wondering if he really shouldn't have done that just now. He knew that the teacher was joking with him.
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In the kitchen, the teacher and the student were reflecting on themselves, and Lao Tang was also reflecting in the study.

He just said that Ang Lee had slowed down Wang Xiaohu's progress. Now after listening to Marco's performance, he seemed to realize that Ang Lee's explanation just now was more to save his face.

Based on his previous teaching experience and habits, the conclusion he came to after listening to Wang Xiaohu's performance just now was that Wang Xiaohu should increase the difficulty.

But Ang Lee told him that Wang Xiaohu was going to be a conductor, so he needed to consider the overall study schedule.

Now, after listening to Marco's performance, he had a feeling that the "progress" of every student of Ang Lee might have been slowed down.

He thought Wang Xiaohu was just an exception.

In other words, it wasn't that Ang Lee slowed down the children's progress, but that they were too focused on so-called efficiency. Combined with what Ang Lee said later, Lao Tang had a general understanding of Ang Lee's teaching methods.

Compared to the fast pace of mainstream teaching, Ang Lee is very slow.

But perhaps it is this kind of slow teaching that allows Marco to play such clear rhythmic phrases at this stage, especially the control of speed.

With Marco's skills, he shouldn't have such ability.

Lao Tang did not come to this conclusion because he was moved by Ang Lee's last words, but based it on his observations based on his experience. Ma Ke's musical sense is far inferior to Wang Xiaohu's.

Therefore, to be able to pop out such sentences with this common talent, it can only be said that the child has put in real effort in this area, and behind this effort is undoubtedly the teacher's method.

What method did Ang Lee use?
As a piano teacher, Lao Tang couldn't help but be curious.

If he was Marco's teacher, there would be absolutely no way he could make Marco speak such sentences at such a level.

He doesn't believe that it is impossible to simply emphasize that the details of the score should be perfect.

"Teacher Tang, has this piece of music passed?" Marco asked.

Lao Tang nodded: "No problem, you are going to learn a new song today, do you know what it is?"

Marco opened the examination textbook: "Handel's Sarabande."

Lao Tang: "Are you preparing for the exam?"

"I don't know," Marco scratched his head, "The teacher didn't say there would be a test. I said I wanted to try other works by composers from the Baroque period, so the teacher asked me to play this."

Huh? Can students still choose the pieces they want to play?

Lao Tang immediately found it somewhat interesting, but what was even more interesting was the feeling that Marco's words gave him. He had never seen a child at the examination stage take the initiative to tell the teacher that he wanted to play a piece from a certain period.

And Marco's original words are from the works of other composers of the Baroque period.

"Which works of Baroque composers have you played?" Lao Tang asked curiously.

Marco: “I’ve played the works of Bach and his sons, as well as Vivaldi’s violin concerto and a piece by Carimisi.”

Karimisi?

Lao Tang felt dizzy. He didn't even know who the composer was.

"Handel is also very good," Lao Tang changed the topic, "This Sarabande is very famous. Do you know Sarabande?"

Marco: "Sarabande is a type of ancient Western European dance music. It was introduced to Spain from Persia in the early 16th century, to France in the late 16th century, and has often appeared in German ancient suites since the first half of the 17th century."

Lao Tang: ".Very good, have you prepared for it?"

Marco: "No, I don't have time to practice this week."

Lao Tang: "Then you know these dance music very well."

Marco didn't quite understand why Teacher Tang said that. Isn't this something the teacher often tells everyone? He had heard this Sarabande at least five times during the summer camp.

"No, no, I only know some history. Che Lin really knows it. She can do music form analysis."

Form analysis?

Lao Tang almost fainted. Are these children all from the affiliated primary school?

"Do you know form analysis?"

Ma Ke said embarrassedly: "I only know the term form analysis, Che Lin can write it on the score."

If Lao Tang hadn't heard it with his own ears, it would have been hard for him to believe it.

Putting aside Carine, Ma could probably recite sarabande music fluently, which is better than most other piano children.

It would be difficult for even a random piano art student to do this.

According to Lao Tang’s previous teaching ideas, he should be the next to explain the score.

However, in view of this episode, he was a little hesitant to tell Marco, "Student Marco, how does Teacher Li usually teach you a new piece?"

Marco: “The teacher will let me read the music first.”

Lao Tang: “Okay, let’s try it.”

Marco stared at the score for a while: "Solemn, 2/3, the first bar has a weak start in the right hand, and the left hand should pay attention to the descending notes."

Marco was muttering to himself while drawing circles with a pen. Lao Tang was listening nearby. The more he listened, the more stressed he felt.

Really, he really felt that Ang Lee overestimated him.

He didn't have any child of his age who could reach such a level. Not to mention Marco's skills in his hands, even the skill of reading music score could not be developed overnight.

How does Ang Lee teach in his daily life?
The question mark in Lao Tang’s mind grew bigger and bigger.

"Teacher Tang, can you show me here?"

Lao Tang thought that he had finally made some difference, so he stood up and walked to Marco's side.

After taking a deep breath, Lao Tang was actually a little nervous for a moment, fearing that he had not demonstrated it well to Marco.

As he plucked his fingers, solemn chords immediately filled the entire study.

After playing three measures, Lao Tang lowered his head and said, "This only appears once in the whole song. You need to pay attention not only to the chords, but also to the notes above. Do you understand what I mean?"

Marco nodded, picked up the pen and wrote 'upper note' on a few chords, "Teacher Tang, this piece of music is a bit sad."

"Yes." Lao Tang nodded. "Sarabande dance was often used in Western funerals. He wanted us to play it with a solemn mood."

Marco immediately looked at the beginning, "slowly."

Lao Tang smiled and said, "Yes, the playing speed cannot be too fast. Let's try it. Note that the second beat of the sarabande needs to be emphasized."

Marco nodded, then placed his fingers down after recognizing the first two sets of chords.

"when!"

Lao Tang reminded, "Just now you said that there is a weak start in the first measure, so here."

"Understood!" Marco immediately stopped and readjusted to press the first chord with weaker force.

Lao Tang could see that Marco was trying to control the volume, so he interrupted Marco again: "Try to use your fingertips to gently grasp it, do you understand what I mean?"

Marco nodded again and followed Teacher Tang's instructions. This time the sound effect was weak but full, and the emotions contained in the music also appeared.

Twenty minutes passed and the class was about to end, but Lao Tang had only taught Marco less than eight bars.

This is the first time for Lao Tang. If it were in the past, he would probably have to explain most of the music for a kid of Marco's level.

He didn't slow down intentionally, but because the child had something in his mind, he could see that the child wanted to bring up something, so his explanation slowed down accordingly.

He seemed to have grasped some of Ang Lee's teaching ideas, wanting to provide children with a space to explore, then accompany the children to explore slowly, and then tell the children how to play in the process.

Different from traditional teaching where the teacher asks you to play in a certain way, Li Ang turned it around. Now it’s the child who wants to play the instrument, and the teacher is responsible for providing technical teaching support.

They are all about learning performance techniques, and Ang Lee's method can undoubtedly allow children to learn the most essential part of the technique - how to use it.

However, the real difficulty lies in how to reverse the teaching and give him such a ready-made Marco so that he can slow down and explain the content to Marco in the most detailed way.

Once again, Lao Tang's admiration for Ang Lee rose to a new level.

Ang Lee is so patient.

What we lack now are teachers with teaching skills?
Maybe not. What we lack now are patient teachers.

Just when Lao Tang thought he had found the feeling, the squeaking piano sound in front of him suddenly changed.

The part that Marco was playing caught his attention.

There is a continuous musical pattern in the left hand. Marco uses his wrist to lead the movement while also controlling the keys a little bit.

This?
Then Lao Tang's frown relaxed a little bit, and he had to retract his previous thoughts.

Compared to Ang Lee, teachers with teaching skills are also scarce.

Fortunately, Lao Tang understood this detail immediately and learned a very wonderful teaching technique from it.

It has to be Ang Lee.

Now he finally understood why Marco could play each phrase so clearly at this stage.

Thumbs up, to students and teachers.

"Keep it up, don't let your voice drift away."

"Ok!"
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In the kitchen, Li An was teaching Wang Xiaohu how to fry fish.

Suddenly a voice came from behind.

The teacher and the student both turned around at the same time.

Xiaoche: "Teacher, two packages have arrived."

Li An: “OK.”

Wang Xiaohu: "Um, my teacher told me to wear it."

The car made a puffing sound, and the way Wang Xiaohu looked in her apron was really funny.

"The teacher is teaching me how to fry fish." Wang Xiaohu's voice was a little proud. "I picked all the onions and garlic today, and I picked the bean sprouts and leeks."

"Not bad, you have made progress." Xiaoche nodded, then turned to the teacher, "Teacher, I have finished my Chinese homework."

Li An: "Cut the meat."

Xiaoche: “Okay.”

Wang Xiaohu: "."

hateful!!