Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 919 179. Underestimated? The car helps the symphony journey!
But sitting alone is not without its benefits.

At least he doesn't have to face Wang Xiaohu's energy that has nowhere to go.

Just now when they were waiting for the flight, Wang Xiaohu almost annoyed him to death.

Moreover, you can have a sound sleep while sitting alone.

After the plane took off smoothly, Ang Lee put on an eye mask and fell asleep. In order not to be woken up, he specifically told the flight attendants that he did not need to eat.

But in the end, he couldn't escape the black hole of Wang Xiaohu.

"Teacher, teacher, teacher, teacher, teacher, wake up, teacher."

It's like calling souls.

Fortunately, Ang Lee continued to sleep and slept until the plane landed.

"Teacher, teacher, teacher."

"Hmm."

When he took off the blindfold again, everything in front of him seemed to be bright and vivid, and Ang Lee was full of energy. This should be the most sound sleep he had this year.

"You two didn't sleep?"

A group of four people, two adults and two children, followed the crowd into the safety passage with their belongings.

Wang Xiaohu chuckled: "I can't sleep at all."

Xiaoche also laughed: "Teacher, I didn't sleep either."

Li Anle: "Thank you for your hard work."

Fang Yongbo smiled: "I'm not working as hard as you. Look how tired you are."

Before Li Ang could reply, Wang Xiaohu burst into laughter, and then Xiaoche also secretly covered his mouth.

"What are you two laughing at?"

Wang Xiaohu replied in a low voice: "Teacher, you have been snoring."

Snoring!!!! And still going on!!!!!!!!!

Li An collapsed! When did he start snoring! ?

"Why didn't you remind me?" The auntie who had just sat next to him happened to pass by and smiled at him.

This smile is really embarrassing.

"I did yell," Wang Xiaohu said with a bit of grievance, "but you told me to be quiet and you were very impatient."

Li An: ".Is it very loud? Linlin."

Xiaoche: "Not much, it sounds more like heavy breathing."

Li An: "You sound more objective, so I believe you."

Wang Xiaohu: "Teacher, but I have a recording."

Li An: “Are you sure?”

Wang Xiaohu: "Yeah."

Li An: "Okay, now as the head of the wind band club, I declare that you are dismissed. You will no longer be the conductor of the band next semester."

Wang Xiaohu: “Teacher!”

Hehe, these teacher and student duo.

Before leaving the airport, Fang Yongbo already had a feeling that the next two days would not be boring.

Just then Fang Yongbo's phone rang, "Old Yao must have arrived a long time ago."

Li An smiled: "Thank you for your hard work again, Brother Yao."

After a brief phone conversation, Fang Yongbo said to the two children, "Do you two want to eat first or put your things away?"

The two children said in unison: "Eat!"

Fang Yongbo: "Okay, get your luggage, then have dinner."

"gogogo!" In a blink of an eye, Wang Xiaohu put the bad news of being dismissed behind him and took the lead in striding forward.

"Don't you tell your mom before you get off the plane?" Li An shouted from behind.

The car following Li An has already called home.

The group of four picked up their luggage and met up with Yao Libin who was responsible for picking them up at the airport.

"Lao Fang, this, this, this."

"Teacher Li."

"Brother Yao has worked hard."

"Please don't. Thanks to you guys, I finally got a day off. Don't mention that I've been busy lately."

"Hahaha."

After a simple greeting and handshake, Yao Libin set his eyes on the two little classmates behind Li An.

At least Yao Libin could be sure that one of them must still be a student, because the other person was still wearing a school uniform, and the style of the uniform was basically the same as the one his daughter usually wore to school.

With a clean smile and clear eyes, the little girl looks well-behaved.

The other one looks very sporty, wearing sneakers and sportswear, and his suitcase is decorated like a blackboard. You can tell at first glance that this guy has a lot of personality.

"Hello you all."

It seems that these two children are the accompanying personnel that Lao Fang specifically instructed. Lao Fang did not tell him who they were on the phone at the time, which made him quite curious. Now he saw that they were indeed beyond his expectations.

"Hello, uncle."

"Hello, uncle."

Fang Yongbo looked at the second child and said with a smile: "Let me introduce you two. This uncle's surname is Yao, you can just call him Uncle Yao. Next time you come to Guangzhou, just go find your Uncle Yao and I will make all the arrangements for you."

Yao Libin was slightly startled, for he knew very well who Lao Fang was. The fact that these words came out of Lao Fang's mouth meant that the identities of these two children were definitely not simple.

After a pause, Yao Libin looked at the second child and patted his chest and said, "Of course. I'm going to ask you for your WeChat ID when we eat later. You must give it to me, hehe."

Wang Xiaohu also laughed and said, "Uncle Yao, do you use QQ?"

Yao Libin: "Of course, let's go, it's a little late today, let's just eat something first, and then uncle will treat you to a good meal tomorrow night."

Wang Xiaohu: “Wakaka!”

Xiaoche: "Thank you, Uncle Yao."

"No thanks, no thanks," Yao Libin said as he led the four people away into the dense crowd.

When he went to the parking lot, Yao Libin learned that the two children were actually Li Ang's students.

I am here to observe and learn.

It seems that Lao Fang is determined to win over Ang Lee. To see a performance of this level, you can't just pay to get in.

While the adults were chatting and laughing, half of the 40-kilometer journey had already passed.

Sitting in the last row of the car, she never took her eyes off the window since she got on. The night view of Guangzhou made her feel like she had entered a kaleidoscopic neon world, which was different from the feeling she saw before the plane landed, and even more different when compared to the night view of Yanjing.

In comparison, she felt that the scene outside the window at this moment was more in line with the melody of her fantasy.

"Hey."

The voice of Wang Xiaohu at the side interrupted the arrangement of notes in Xiaoche's mind. Xiaoche turned around and found another beautiful scenery outside the window on Xiaohu's side.

Eh? Is Che Lin smiling at me? Wang Xiaohu was about to have her heart beat faster, but then she noticed that Che Lin's smile had disappeared.

"What's wrong?" Xiaoche looked away and asked.

Depressed, depressed, depressed, this expression changes so quickly, Wang Xiaohu muttered: "Are you hot?"

"No." Xiaoche was puzzled, "Are you hot?"

Wang Xiaohu sighed, "The Internet says there is no winter here. I felt a little cold when I left the airport just now."

Xiaoche: "What now?"

Wang Xiaohu: “It’s OK now.”

The conversation between the two children reached Yao Libin's ears, and Yao Libin asked: "You two grew up in Chengdu, right?"

Wang Xiaohu: "Yeah, Uncle Yao."

Yao Libin smiled: "Then you two should be able to adapt to the winter here."

Wang Xiaohu scratched his head: "It's okay."

Xiaoche bared his teeth: "Very comfortable, Uncle Yao."

Fang Yongbo: "It's more comfortable to stay in Chengdu during the winter."

Li An, a northerner, also had something to say about this. As for wintering, he felt it was more comfortable in the north. The winter in Chengdu was too wet. As for Guangzhou, he felt it was okay when he arrived there at the end of November. It was not as wet as he had imagined.

Yao Libin: "I'll have a headache after winter."

Wang Xiaohu was puzzled: "Won't spring come after winter?" Fang Yongbo smiled and said, "Xiaohu, have you heard of the return of the south wind?"

Return to the South?
Wang Xiaohu immediately became interested. After some research, he asked a question very seriously:
"Uncle Yao, will the school be closed when we return to Nantian?"

There was a moment of silence in the car.

Yao Libin: The child has a lot of ideas
Fang Yongbo: Worthy of being called Tiger Boy
Li An: "Yes, I am so envious."

Wang Xiaohu: "Ah? Why? It's not fair! Why didn't we go back to Nantian?"

Car: Idiot.
Amidst laughter and joy, the car drove south towards Yuexiu District. Under the night sky, not far away, a tall tower was surrounded by colorful lights, reflecting the surrounding modern buildings, yet it seemed so different.

Wang Xiaohu: "Small waist!"

Fang Yongbo: “I did a lot of homework.”

For the rest of the journey, Fang Yongbo acted as a tour guide and the two children listened with great interest.

Especially when Fang Yongbo talked about the delicious food in Guangshi, Xiaoche's eyes lit up.

How can you not feel hungry when you travel far away?
"We're just ahead," Yao Libin took over Fang Yongbo's words, "Get ready to get off the bus, kids."

Fang Yongbo pointed outside the window and said, "Do you see that yellow plaque?"

Wang Xiaohu suddenly asked, "Uncle Fang, how do you know this place so well?"

Fang Yongbo: "You estimate."

Wang Xiaohu: "Huh? What do you mean?"

Fang Yongbo was happy: "Guess."

Wang Xiaohu: "Ah? I don't understand Cantonese, Uncle Fang."

Ha ha ha ha--

Wang Xiaohu was very depressed. He wanted to laugh when the adults were laughing, but he knew he was the one being laughed at.

But soon his attention was attracted by a huge monster.

Yao Libin went to park the car, and as soon as the four teachers and students got out of the car, Wang Xiaohu saw the Xinghai Concert Hall not far away.

Wang Xiaohu: "Teacher, is this the Xinghai Concert Hall?"

Ang Lee: "Yes."

Wang Xiaohu swallowed his saliva and said, "I feel like the Rongcheng Concert Hall is like its younger brother."

Fang Yongbo: "Then you are right."

Wang Xiaohu: "Ah? Really? Uncle Fang, please tell me about it."

Li An: "Wang Xiaohu, can you ask Uncle Fang to be quiet for a while?"

Wang Xiaohu thought that he had indeed said too much today, and quickly apologized: "Sorry, Uncle Fang."

Fang Yongbo: "Have a good rest tonight. I'll take you inside for a thorough tour tomorrow."

After a pause, he said, "Xiao Hu, for some things, don't be eager to listen to what others say at the beginning. You must first have your own understanding."

Wang Xiaohu clenched his fist and growled, "Yeah."

Fang Yongbo smiled and said, "Let's go in first."

Li An: "Wait for Brother Yao."

Fang Yongbo: "Listen to me, let's go in first, Che Lin and Xiao Hu are leaving."

As soon as the two adults entered the store, the small car following behind gently bumped into Wang Xiaohu's arm, then slowed down.

"What's wrong?" Wang Xiaohu moved closer.

Xiao Che whispered: "Why don't you respond to Uncle Fang's words?"

Wang Xiaohu: "Huh?"

Xiaoche: "Didn't you ask Uncle Fang to recommend the second version of Bo Er to you on the plane?"

After hearing what Che Lin said, Wang Xiaohu reacted immediately. Thinking back on what Uncle Fang had just said, he felt as if something had suddenly dawned on him.

Yeah, why do we have to listen to other people’s versions? But he doesn’t have his own version, right?

No, no, what Uncle Fang meant should be to avoid pursuing anyone's version, or to say that no matter whose version you listen to, you should listen with your own ideas.

"Che Lin, is this what Uncle Fang meant?"

"It seems you are not stupid at all."

"You call me stupid?"

"Let's go!"

Today's midnight snack is porridge.

"Come on, kids. I've been drinking this porridge for five years. I promise you'll never forget it after drinking it once."

"Wow"
-
On the flight just now, as soon as the plane stabilized, Fang Yongbo saw two children each taking out a score.

I don’t know, I’m scared.

The score in Xiaoche's hand was the piano score of Bo Er, which he could still accept, but the problem was that the score in Wang Xiaohu's hand made him really worried for Wang Xiaohu.

Isn't this a nonsense by Ang Lee? Is this score suitable for a child this old? And he's still snoring in the back?
Reading the score is a lifelong compulsory course for conductors. It is an extremely long learning process that needs to be taken step by step.

The best first step is to tackle Bach's four choral works on the piano, then gradually transition to string quartets, then chamber music with transposed woodwind instruments, and finally symphonic works.

Each step here involves a lot of professional knowledge. Even if you can't complete this set of steps with high standards, you have to at least go through it with low standards.

Only by going through this process can you establish the most basic auditory concept and pay attention to every detail on the score.

And each of these details determines the final completeness of the music.

It can be said that a set of scores is a silent symphony composed of symbols, words and pictures.

The conductor must look at the score and hear the music in his mind at the same time.

What does the oboe and flute sound like when they sound at the same time, and what kind of noise will be created when the strings play together.

All of this is accumulated step by step.

Fang Yongbo didn’t know what Wang Xiaohu was looking at while staring at the score, so what could he see?
Without a doubt, he was sure that Wang Xiaohu was just watching for fun at this time.

Out of respect for the "little conductor", he did not ask or disturb him. Personally, he really did not like being interrupted when he was reading music.

It wasn't until Wang Xiaohu took the initiative to speak to him that Wang Xiaohu asked him, "Uncle Fang, can I ask you a question?"

Fang Yongbo smiled and said, "Excuse me."

Wang Xiaohu pointed to a mark on the score and said, "Does the pf here mean weak then strong?"

Fang Yongbo thought to himself that it was good and had some common sense: "That's right."

Wang Xiaohu thought about it and seemed a little unwilling: "Don't you have any other ideas?"

Fang Yongbo raised his eyebrows and asked, "What else?"

Wang Xiaohu curled his lips and looked thoughtful: "I think the string music here has a different mood from the previous one."

Hmm? Fang Yongbo gradually stopped smiling, "Oh?"

Wang Xiaohu hummed: "It should feel a little different here, but I can't put my finger on it."

A strange look flashed across Fang Yongbo's eyes, and he sat up slightly. "Then if you were to direct this segment, how would you direct it?"

Wang Xiaohu pondered for a moment and said, "I will prompt all the strings to prepare for the next section."

Be fully prepared for the next section.

When Fang Yongbo heard this, he laughed.

Then he asked Wang Xiaohu a question that was completely unrelated to the discussion atmosphere, which confused Xiaoche next to him.

"Xiao Hu, do you know which line the middle C is on in the mezzo-soprano clef?"

what is this?
What is the mezzo-soprano clef?

Is there such a score?
The car asked three soul-searching questions.

"The second line." There was a hint of doubt in Wang Xiaohu's relaxed tone, as if he didn't understand why Uncle Fang asked him this. Is there anyone who doesn't know such a simple question?
Fang Yongbo nodded, as if he had underestimated this little guy at the beginning.

His eyes returned to the position on the score where Wang Xiaohu's finger was. He was sure that he had not told Ang Lee about this.

At this time, the flight attendants began to serve meals. Wang Xiaohu muttered that the teacher had not eaten before boarding the plane, and then turned around:

"Teacher, teacher, teacher, teacher"

When Ang Lee fell asleep again, Fang Yongbo asked Wang Xiaohu for the score and put it in the middle, then turned back to the first page.

"I'll give you two one minute to watch the first section."

Until the plane landed and interrupted Wang Xiaohu with another question.

Wang Xiaohu asked: "Uncle Fang, can you recommend a more exciting version for you?"
-
While waiting for the porridge, Fang Yongbo and Li An were talking about the travel time for tomorrow morning. They had just decided when Xiaoche suddenly asked, "Uncle Fang, how many kinds of C staves are there in total?"

Following Xiaoche's questions, the topic once again came to the score.