Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 922 182. Che’s original creation: M teaching method

The atmosphere became much lighter afterwards, until Chen Xuan called, and the two children left laughing.

There was no video call tonight, but the two of them talked on the phone for half an hour.

Before going to bed, Li An took a shower, returned to bed and chatted with Lao Tang Mu Xin in the group after he left in the afternoon.

Judging from the feedback, several art exam candidates did not have any emotional fluctuations because of his departure, which made him relieved.

Li An: There is still some room for improvement in the advanced pieces. Zhao Weida just needs to maintain the current speed. Luo Xiaoran should give her some more affirmation and encouragement. Gao Ruijin needs some psychological counseling for the exam. Min Zhen should practice less and rest more. You two should divide the work tomorrow.'

Lao Tang: It has been divided. I will take Luo Xiaoran, Gao Ruijin and Min Zhen.

Mu Xin: I have already given Gao Shen some homework. I will listen to Zhao Weida tomorrow.

Ang Lee: I leave it to you. Good night, good night.

Lao Tang: Good night

Mu Xin: Good night

After putting down his phone, Li An tossed and turned in bed. Three minutes later, he got up and took out the piano score of Bo Er from the bag on the bedside.

I have to say that the sleep I had on the plane at night was really good.
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At the same time next door.

Xiaoche, who had just come out of the bathroom five minutes ago, was about to go to bed when Wang Xiaohu next door sent him a message.

Wang Xiaohu: Are you asleep, Che Lin?
Xiaoche: I was just about to go to bed. Did you look at the score again?
Wang Xiaohu: How do you know what I was doing just now!
Don't use that tone, Xiaoche was speechless. Is there any need to ask? At this moment, Wang Xiaohu sent another message: I have finished all the homework that Uncle Fang left for me!
Xiaoche frowned: "All done? You've done all?"
Wang Xiaohu: Hey, wait a minute! Aren’t you sleepy?
After a while, Xiaoche received the photos sent by Wang Xiaohu. After looking at them, she was no longer sleepy at all.

Angry.

There were various marks written on the three pages of music, and different parts were distinguished by different colored pens, which looked even more detailed than Uncle Fang's drawings.

Xiaoche: Are you sure you know what these mean?
Wang Xiaohu sent a finger-shaking emoticon: Believe me.

Xiaoche: What does the red line part mean?
Wang Xiaohu: The same texture.

Xiaoche: And then?

Wang Xiaohu: Huh? That’s all. They will remind me which part to play next.

Xiaoche cut out two small pictures from the picture Wang Xiaohu took, sent them to him and asked: Is there no difference between the two?

for a long time.

Wang Xiaohu: What did Uncle Fang say at the time? Am I right about melodic texture and harmonic texture? It seems that there is indeed a difference between the two.

Xiaoche: Melodic texture, harmonic texture, polyphonic texture. What does harmony mean? Can you tell me exactly what it means?

Wang Xiaohu: It seems not, but I basically understand what it means.

Xiaoche: Do you dare to say this to the teacher?

Wang Xiaohu: Well, I’m still learning about harmony.

Xiaoche: So you haven’t fully understood what Uncle Fang said yet. Then what’s the point of drawing the line straight and beautiful?

The moment she clicked send, Xiaoche felt a little regretful, but she immediately dismissed the idea.

Just now in the teacher's room, she heard the teacher talking about conducting in such a serious tone. She was extremely nervous for Wang Xiaohu. Fortunately, Wang Xiaohu said in the end that he still wanted to learn conducting.

Hearing Wang Xiaohu facing the teacher so confidently, she felt happy and proud of Wang Xiaohu.

But no matter what, she kept the words the teacher said in her heart.

Only then did she realize how fierce the competition in the conducting industry was.

She was wondering at the time what kind of person could become a conductor when he grew up, and the first person she thought of was Tang Xiaoxing.

Perhaps only someone as outstanding as Tang Xiaoxing can take on a commanding role when he grows up.

Wang Xiaohu.
Although he was happy, Xiaoche couldn't help but worry about Wang Xiaohu if he really wanted to become a conductor in the future.

Looking at the homework Wang Xiaohu had just done from a new perspective, Xiaoche felt that Wang Xiaohu did not really realize the significance of what the teacher said tonight.

The teacher has made it very clear that this trip is not for you to have fun. It is very difficult to become a conductor.

What else can the teacher say to you?

Don’t think about why the teacher said that, just remember that the teacher said you passed at the end.

You must calm down and think more. Passion alone is not enough.

Indeed, Wang Xiaohu was enthusiastic and finished Uncle Fang's homework in 40 minutes.

If Xiaoche remembered correctly, Uncle Fang asked Wang Xiaohu to do this homework after he returned home.

He had to stay here for three days, so why did Uncle Fang ask him to go home and do it? Did Uncle Fang have something to say in the next two days?
Alas, Xiaoche didn’t know either, she only knew that Wang Xiaohu was too anxious.

So she asked Wang Xiaohu several questions in a row, but the final result was not as optimistic as she expected. Wang Xiaohu only did superficial work.

Isn't what the teacher meant by thinking more is to think behind these rules and regulations? It doesn't matter if you find that you are not sure. Just go deeper and learn until you understand them thoroughly. Isn't that solving the problem?
Idiot.

In a 16-bar score, if you can understand clearly the issues behind every line you draw, you will learn so much.

Stupid Wang Xiaohu, you want to be a commander, you can’t be so careless anymore!
So the car is gas.

Although she was angry, her tone in the dialog box was a bit too harsh. After all, Wang Xiaohu was still younger than her.

Hey, for the first time, Xiaoche was at a loss as to how to ease the atmosphere with his phone. What should he post? He couldn't just say "I know you're working hard, no, no, no". At this moment, the dialog box refreshed.

Wang Xiaohu: It’s so difficult, Chelin. I find that I can’t fully understand a lot of the nouns that Uncle Fang mentioned. Does this cadence represent the end of a harmonious paragraph?

Then a screenshot was sent to him, and Xiaoche quickly enlarged it and saw that it was the Baidu entry for harmony. Above a crooked red line was an explanation about the termination of harmony.

So those straight lines just now were drawn with a ruler. Xiaoche felt relieved and a smile appeared on his face again. You can still be saved.

She was really worried that Wang Xiaohu would be hit again by what she had just said.

"Wait for me." A voice message was sent, Xiaoche put down his phone and got up from the bed.

She knew that even if she asked Wang Xiaohu to go to bed first, Wang Xiaohu would not sleep. What she said to Wang Xiaohu should be more efficient than what Wang Xiaohu could read alone.

After putting on his clothes again, Xiaoche quietly left the room with the tablet and room card.

Wang Xiaohu next door was still holding his phone and waiting when he suddenly heard the door open.

'Ding-ding-ding-ding'

Oh my god! This is such a familiar rhythm!
"Wait a moment!"

Wang Xiaohu jumped up from the bed in an instant, quickly covered the messy bed with a quilt, then grabbed the pants on the sofa and put them on his legs.

Who could have thought that this is what waiting means!
One minute later.

The door finally opened a little, and the car went in.

"hey-hey."

"Stop laughing and hurry up." Xiaoche walked straight to the sofa with the tablet and sat down, "Bring the score here."

"It's saved, it's saved!" Wang Xiaohu rushed over and handed over the music score, "Teacher Che, please talk!"

Xiaoche looked up: "Can you be serious?"

Wang Xiaohu was so scared that he dared not make a sound and sat obediently on the opposite side of the car.

Xiaoche got straight to the point: "First build a fabric in your mind before talking about other things."

Wang Xiaohu nodded vigorously. "I'm not going to lie to you. I still don't really understand what texture is. I found that what the teacher, Mr. Qin, and Uncle Fang said are all different, but I think they are all right."

Xiaoche: "Texture is not that complicated. I suggest you don't give it an unchangeable definition before you fully understand it. Didn't Uncle Fang say that you shouldn't always listen to what others say, you should summarize it yourself." Wang Xiaohu: "I just can't summarize it. It may also be that I really didn't grasp the essence. In addition, I learned too many things and came into contact with too many nouns, which are easy to confuse."

Xiaoche nodded, "Then let me share with you my summary of the texture, what the McDonald's logo looks like."

Wang Xiaohu: "An M."

Xiaoche: "What color?"

Wang Xiaohu: "The background is red, and the M is yellow."

Xiaoche: “Anything else?”

Wang Xiaohu scratched his head: "The two arches of the M are arc-shaped."

"Okay." Xiaoche woke up the tablet and opened the prepared drawing board. "Now I only ask you to use black lines to restore the McDonald's logo. Can you do it?"

This is simple, but what does this have to do with texture?

He slid his hand across the screen a few times and a black double-arched M was drawn. When he raised his hand, Wang Xiaohu looked at the M on the screen and suddenly froze.

The frown on his face looked as if his brain had started working at full speed.

"To put it simply, if the McDonald's logo is a piece of music, then the M you drew is its monophonic texture."

Awesome!!!!!!!
Wang Xiaohu is so clear!
Without waiting for Wang Xiaohu's reaction, Xiaoche turned the paintbrush to yellow and painted half of the M yellow.
Wang Xiaohu concentrates, there are single lines and color filling, etc.! !

Isn't this a mixture of single-note melody and chord colors? So this is what harmonic texture is all about? ! ! !
"come over."

Xiaoche came to the bathroom with the tablet, and Wang Xiaohu hurriedly followed.

The car held the tablet against the mirror, and two identical black line M's appeared inside and outside the mirror. The car in the mirror moved its mouth.

"water."

Wang Xiaohu directly took out a cake of fruit tea from his bag, unscrewed it and put it in front of the car.

Xiaoche was speechless and could not be stopped even if he was called: "I don't want to drink it, I need water for other purposes, a little is enough, water from the tap will do."

Wang Xiaohu quickly put down the fruit tea and picked up the glass mug to fill half a cup of water.

"Throw it on the glass"

"What?" Wang Xiaohu thought he had heard it wrong.

Xiaoche: "Splash."

The next second, with a snap, the whole bathroom seemed to be raining.

The water flowed down the mirror, but the black M in the mirror was deformed for a few moments under the light.

a long time.

“Contrasting polyphonic texture.”

Wang Xiaohu wiped the water drops from his forehead and understood, he understood everything.

Looking at Che Lin in the mirror again, he felt as if he was looking at a god.

Xiaoche put down the tablet and wiped his forehead, then said with a smile: "This is my summary, you can refer to it."

Returning to the sofa and opening the first page of the score again, Wang Xiaohu seemed to have lost a layer of gauze in front of his eyes.

Wang Xiaohu: "Can you give me a few minutes?"

Xiaoche: "Ten minutes at most."

Wang Xiaohu immediately took out the last piece of tiramisu from the box and said, "Eat something first."

Eh?
"You didn't eat the last piece?" Xiaoche asked puzzledly.

Wang Xiaohu: "Well, I was a little full at the time. Eat it quickly, or it will go bad tomorrow."

Xiaoche: “Isn’t there a refrigerator there?”

Wang Xiaohu: "If you freeze it again, it won't be fresh anymore."

Xiao Che thought so too. Such delicious food could not be wasted. Besides, she was indeed not full at night and the bowl of porridge was too small. She was too embarrassed to say it at the time.

"Then I'll eat it."

While eating the cake, Xiaoche leaned on the sofa and watched Wang Xiaohu read the music score.

Come on, Wang, I really admire your courage and I really hope to see you standing on the professional stage sooner.

But how long will it take?
Well--

Really delicious.

I wish I could make it, so I can eat it every day! -
Next door, Ang Lee yawned and closed the music score.

He lay down again and tried to fall asleep, and Wang Xiaohu popped into his mind again.

Oh, he was wondering if he had said too much to Wang Xiaohu just now.

But if he doesn't say these words, who else can tell Wang Xiaohu?

He understood what kind of kid Wang Xiaohu was. Even though he usually didn't take anything seriously, once he made up his mind, no one could change his mind even by a hundred cows.

The main character is stubborn.

Judging from Wang Xiaohu's attitude, he is determined to learn how to conduct.

As Wang Xiaohu's teacher and someone Wang Xiaohu trusts, he should at least let Wang Xiaohu understand the truest side of this industry.

If Wang Xiaohu is really persuaded by him to quit, that would be perfect.

A child's future can be diverse, and there is no need to decide his or her future path at such an early age.

But if Wang Xiaohu is still willing to use his immature brain to make the decision to learn conducting after knowing all this, then he has nothing to say.

stand by.

How to support?

The first step is to face up to Wang Xiaohu’s age.

If Wang Xiaohu really wants to become a conductor in the future, he is not young anymore.

How many years does it take for a child who dreams of becoming a conductor to step onto the real professional stage? Ang Lee asked Fang Yongbo this question when he came to Guangzhou last time.

At that time, Fang Yongbo first told him a scenario.

A scene that sounds very luxurious and very vivid.

"While hundreds of students in comprehensive colleges share a classroom and listen to a professor's lectures, in the conducting department of a music college, everyone takes turns to receive guidance from the teacher in order. It is standard for three teachers to guide one student."

Three teachers guide one student, which is the standard configuration.

Although Li An had heard about the teaching classes in the Conducting Department, he couldn't help but feel emotional when he heard an active conductor say this to him in person.

It is indeed a profession that is made with gold.

"Compared to other majors that have fixed topics, the conducting course does not have fixed topics, and its teaching standards are not standardized."

"Ang Lee, conducting is the most brutal profession among all music disciplines."

“It was so in the past, and it will be even more so in the future.”