Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 927 187. "Do you dare to accept my call of 'Senior Brother'?"

In response to the uncle's sudden question, Xiaoche just chuckled, "I don't know either," and then quickened his pace with a smile.

"what?"

Wang Xiaohu was a little confused by Che Lin’s reaction. Uncle Fang wanted to communicate with you, so why did you slip away?

"Where are you going?" Wang Xiaohu tried to call the car back.

Xiaoche turned around and said, "I'm going to the convenience store in front to buy some water."

Wang Xiaohu also wanted to go, but Uncle Fang hadn't finished speaking yet.

At this time Fang Yongbo spoke again: "Xiao Hu, you should go too. We will meet at the restaurant."

Seeing this, Wang Xiaohu no longer hesitated and chased after the small car.

"Wait for me!"

The three adults behind couldn't help but smile at the happy backs of the two children.

Fang Yongbo: "Xiao Linzi is very supportive of you."

Li An had nothing to be ashamed of, "In fact, I didn't even notice that problem the first time."

Fang Yongbo paused and said, "That's not the problem. Don't put so much pressure on yourself. Sometimes you should learn from the children."

Li An nodded: "You are right."

Fang Yongbo shook his head: "Look, your condition is not right as soon as you open your mouth, Li An, you need to adjust yourself in the next two days."

Li An smiled: "Yeah."

Yao Libin interrupted: "Let's not talk about work, let's get pregnant first."

As they were talking, the three adults had already walked past the convenience store.
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In a convenience store.

In front of the beverage cabinet, Xiaoche picked out a bottle of Coke for himself, a bottle of iced black tea for his teacher, and a bottle of Oriental Leaves for Uncle Fang and Uncle Yao respectively.

"What would you like to drink?" Xiaoche asked Wang Xiaohu, "I'll treat you."

Wang Xiaohu picked up a bottle of mineral water without hesitation, "Thank you."

Xiaoche raised his left eyebrow, "Are you sure?"

"Then - then let's have Sprite." Wang Xiaohu obediently put down the mineral water and replaced it with a bottle of Sprite.

Xiaoche snorted in his heart, when did you start drinking mineral water!

After the incident of buying shrimps, Wang Xiaohu learned a lesson. Since Che Lin said she would treat them, he would be responsible for carrying the bags.

"Do you need a convenience bag?" asked the cashier.

Xiaoche: "I want a big one, thank you sister."

Wang Xiaohu was a little confused again. They both carried bags, so why did Che Lin spend two more dollars for a bag?

But he still didn't say anything and took the convenience bag packed by the cashier. Wang Xiaohu also said thank you, and then the second child left the convenience bag.

"We already have bags, why do we need to buy a big bag?"

As soon as he left the convenience store, Wang Xiaohu couldn't wait to ask.

Xiaoche explained: "When I walked in just now, I saw an auntie carrying a big and sturdy cloth bag, so I bought one. In the future, when I go to the supermarket with my teacher to buy things, I don't have to buy bags. Every time the teacher spends one dollar to buy a bag, she ends up using it to hold garbage."

I see! Wang Xiaohu was impressed that this is indeed Che Lin!

"This bag is great, it doesn't pinch my hands at all!" Wang Xiaohu raised the bag in his hand, his face full of praise.

Xiaoche smiled: "Yeah, actually I was thinking of buying two."

Wang Xiaohu stopped immediately, and the car stopped with him: "What's wrong?"

"Then I'll go buy another one." Wang Xiaohu was about to turn around when the car stopped him: "No need, hurry up, we have to go through two traffic lights, don't keep the teacher waiting."

After chasing all the way, the two saw the three teachers standing on the side of the road as if waiting for them after passing the first traffic light.

From a distance, Xiaoche waved to the teacher, and the teacher also waved back to her.

Seeing the teacher turn around and continue walking forward, the car quickened its pace again.

"Che Lin, wait a moment."

"Ok?"

Wang Xiaohu had another question: "Uncle Fang asked you just now why you said that, and you didn't know what it meant?"

Xiaoche: "You listened to it again on stage, don't you know the problem from the first time?"

Wang Xiaohu: "Ah? Wasn't it Uncle Fang's question the first time? Didn't I tell you everything?"

Xiaoche: "Okay, then you should think about it carefully."

Wang Xiaohu thought to himself, isn’t that right?

Seeing Xiaoche's calm face, he couldn't help but get anxious: "My brain is running out, tell me quickly."

moment.

Xiaoche: "The first time is the teacher's question."

Wang Xiaohu was shocked: "How is it possible!"

Xiaoche: “Really.”

Wang Xiaohu: "What does it have to do with the teacher? The teacher did nothing wrong."

Xiaoche: "The teacher did not play it wrong, but the teacher slowed down the tempo when he first played the French horn introduction."

Wang Xiaohu caught something in an instant!
Xiao Che: "Actually, I was not sure at first, because the environment in the study room is different from that on stage. The teacher said that the stage space is large and the sound propagates slower, so I thought that this was the reason why the teacher's performance today sounded slower than in the study room."

"You reminded me later. You said that Uncle Fang's mistake in the first pass was that he gave the speed to the band. You also emphasized the position, which was the first interface. Think about who will take the first interface."

Wang Xiaohu should have understood: "Teacher."

Xiaoche: "Uncle Fang set the tempo for the French horn uncle, and when the teacher took over, Uncle Fang gave the tempo to the teacher, but the teacher played too slowly, and the woodwind uncles and aunts followed the teacher's tempo. At this time, the whole music was actually much slower than the tempo Uncle Fang set at the beginning. Later, when Uncle Fang tried to take over the orchestra, it could only be slower, just like you said, so slow that the teacher couldn't play the cadenza anymore."

"Wait a minute." Wang Xiaohu stopped and pondered for a moment. "I understand what you mean, and I agree with you. But if Uncle Fang slowed down the first time when the teacher entered the cadenza, like he did the second time, do you still remember the gestures I learned from Uncle Fang in that section?"

Xiaoche nodded: "Yeah."

Wang Xiaohu: "You understand what I mean, right? It's still Uncle Fang's problem. If Uncle Fang did it this way the first time, the speed would be restored."

"Uh," Xiaoche tried to emphasize a question, "Isn't it the teacher's question that came first?"

Wang Xiaohu: "But Uncle Fang is the commander."

Xiaoche: "Didn't Uncle Fang say that conductors are not omnipotent? There may be all kinds of unexpected problems on stage."

Wang Xiaohu: "The question is, is the teacher's question a problem? The teacher didn't play it wrong, he just played it a little slower with some emotions. Didn't the teacher also tell us that there are no two identical performances? Maybe the teacher just had that feeling at the time."

Xiao Che didn't know what to say. Perhaps Wang Xiaohu and she had different opinions about the teacher's performance today. After all, everyone's hearing perception is different.

She felt that the teacher was a little out of focus during the first reading today. She couldn't tell where the problem was, but she was sure it was not a matter of a few wrong notes.

Although the last time it sounded perfect, but, how should I put it, simply put, she was not satisfied enough, and she always felt that the teacher was suppressing her a little.

Maybe it’s not the official stage yet, Xiaoche doesn’t know. Maybe it’s just like Wang Xiaohu said, the teacher just tried it, but Uncle Fang didn’t keep up.

"That might be Uncle Fang's problem." Xiaoche nodded.

"Are you angry?" Seeing that Xiaoche's expression was a little strange, Wang Xiaohu instantly faded out of the argument.

"No." Xiaoche shook his head and then smiled and said, "Why should I be angry?"

Wang Xiaohu thought to himself that you were still scary like this, "Then you said you didn't know what Uncle Fang asked you."

Xiaoche asked back: "What do you want me to say? Say in front of others that there is something wrong with the teacher?"

Wang Xiaohu stuttered: "Then, then if the teacher makes a mistake, shouldn't we point it out to him in person? I also said that Uncle Fang was wrong."

Xiaoche simply stretched out his little fist and raised it, his expression full of threats.

Wang Xiaohu curled his lips: "You are too partial to the teacher."

The little car was so angry that he laughed: "What does this little brat know?" Little! Brat! Brat!

Wang Xiaohu was stunned! Che Lin actually called him a brat!!!
This is absolutely unacceptable!

"Who is the little brat!" Wang Xiaohu was angry.

Xiaoche: “You.”

Wang Xiaohu: "Why do you say I'm a brat?"

Xiao Che groaned inwardly, and was quite angry: "Because I am older than you."

"I don't!" This has touched Wang Xiaohu's bottom line as a boy, "We are the same age!"

Xiaoche stretched out his hand: "Take out your ID card."

Wang Xiaohu felt wronged: "That doesn't count."

Xiaoche: "Tsk, admit it, you are younger than me."

Wang Xiaohu: "That's what I learned from my teacher first. According to seniority, you still have to call me Senior Brother!"

Xiao Che frowned, "Are you sure?"

Wang Xiaohu swallowed and said, "Yeah."

Xiao Che nodded: "If I call you Senior Brother, will you agree?"

Sensing the murderous smile in Che Lin's eyes, Wang Xiaohu immediately admitted his mistake and then shouted bitterly: "Aren't you bullying me?"

Xiaoche snorted, "Are you a little brat?"

Wang Xiaohu simply said: "You are also a little brat."

Xiaoche shrugged: "Didn't I say I wasn't?"

Wang Xiaohu choked instantly!
If that's the case, then he can accept it. He and Che Lin are just little kids, so he has no problem with that.

Wang Xiaohu said seriously: "Then let's make a deal, we are all little kids."

".You", Xiao Che really couldn't understand Wang Xiaohu's train of thought. It was just a joke but he took it seriously. "Well, anyway, I still want to congratulate you today."

Speaking of congratulations, Wang Xiaohu couldn't help but be happy again, "Thank you."

After a pause, he said, "Actually, I should thank the teacher. Ha, the teacher lied to me again last night and said that he didn't give me the opportunity to prepare to go on stage. Hum!"

Xiaoche opened his mouth and said, "Don't mention this when we eat later."

Wang Xiaohu: "Why am I bringing this up? Uncle Fang has already given me the baton, so the teacher can't take it back."

Xiaoche: “Show off.”

The phone in his pocket rang, and Xiaoche took it out and looked at it, "Hurry up, the teacher is calling."

Following the instructions on the phone, the second child walked into the restaurant and quickly found the private room.

“Che Lin bought it!”

Wang Xiaohu proudly put the convenience bag on the dining table, looking so proud as if he had bought it.

In response to every thank you, Xiao Linzi grinned, shook her head and said you're welcome.

Today’s lunch is Cantonese-style roast meat.
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In the afternoon, there was a rehearsal at Meidao, and Ang Lee brought his two children to the scene.

It is a rare opportunity to listen to the rehearsal of international masters up close.

Not only did the two children listen with great interest, but even Ang Lee was able to learn a lot from it.

The music stage is the same, and the higher the level, the more so.

Whether it is the violin or the piano, as long as they stand next to the conductor's podium as soloists, they are no longer just representatives of a certain instrument in the eyes of the audience, they are the music itself.

Fang Yongbo asked him to adjust his condition again at noon.

In fact, Fang Yongbo had already reminded him of this during the intermission in the morning. At that time, Fang Yongbo seemed to be admonishing the two children through conversation with him how to correctly view the relationship between the audience and the stage performers, but he knew that those words were mainly meant for him.

"Whether it's rehearsal or performance, we are presenting. Who are we presenting to? Of course, the audience. The audience is the audience. Do the audience have the right to question? You answer me."

The subtext of this statement is - don't think too much. No matter how you play, the audience may question you. This is a situation that every stage worker cannot avoid.

In short, let go of your psychological baggage.

Indeed, Ang Lee admitted that when he saw the huge poster at the door today, ripples of emotion appeared in his heart again.

What if he screws up?
He had prepared everything that needed to be prepared, from psychological preparation to every detail of the score, including the trump card he had not yet revealed during today's rehearsal.

But he still couldn't help but worry about what would happen if he messed up?
This concert is not just about him personally, but also about Rong Ai's power struggle.

Relax, everyone can talk.

Well, he understands the truth.

After all, it’s because I’ve experienced too few big scenes, or I haven’t practiced enough.

Look at Sister Midori, her piano sound is soft and moist, and with the vigorous accompaniment of the orchestra, she firmly controls the atmosphere and style of the entire music in her hands.

From Juxiu to Shenxiu, the difference is just a matter of one thought in terms of relaxation.

Sister Midori is a true master.

During the intermission, Lee took the initiative to go on stage and greet Midori. The entire conversation was in German, which once again confirmed to the two children that their teacher secretly mastered another language.

Midori is a famous violinist on stage and a funny big sister next door backstage. Although she is not young anymore, she still retains some girlish cuteness.

Ang Lee still remembers the last rehearsal, the first time he shared the stage with international performers. He was so nervous before the meeting, fearing that there would be some problems with etiquette.

As a result, when they met, the other party bowed to him first.

I go.

At that time, Ang Lee was immediately impressed by the magnanimity of this elder sister. He was at the same level as her.

No matter what they thought in their hearts, they showed him great respect on the surface and even praised him for his excellent German.

Oh, so ashamed.

When we met again this time, my elder sister was still warm and lovely.

Last time, Ang Lee treated us to a meal, and today, Sister Mei wants to treat us too, and asked Ang Lee if he had time.

There is time, but Ang Lee has two children to take care of.

Fang Yongbo explained on behalf of Ang Lee, and Mei Daoli looked at the two cute little ones in the audience and waved.

Just like that, Ang Lee accepted the dinner invitation from Ms. Mijima, a famous Asian violinist, and Fang Yongbo and their two children accompanied him.

Coming out from the backstage, Fang Yongbo told Ang Lee to get the car ready.

"Let her come up after this, and prepare a longer piece of music."

"Okay Bogo."
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The second half of the rehearsal for the Beauty Contest has begun.

After a while, a whispered conversation between the teacher and the student could be heard from the audience.

"Linlin, after teacher Mijima finishes rehearsal, you go on stage."

"Good teacher."

"What do you want to play?"

"It's all fine."

"nervous?"

"not nervous."

"With so many professional musicians, maybe Mr. Mijima will also listen to you play."

The little car tilted its head and then bared its teeth: "But it's not like I want them to hear it."

Wang Xiaohu at the side said: Damn it! My car is killing me!