Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 931 191. On both sides of the scale, romance or classicism

After going to the toilet twice in ten minutes, Brother Xiaohu seriously suspected that he had an upset stomach.
'Do you have a stomachache?'

Wang Xiaohu, who had no intention of doing his homework anymore, sent a voice message to Che Lin, and then replied to his mother saying that he was too tired today and didn't want to do his homework anymore.

After replying, he sent another message to the teacher: Teacher, do you have a stomachache?
Five minutes after he sent the three messages, no one responded to him!

Just then, the phone screen lit up.

'It doesn't hurt. Do you have a stomachache?'

Touched, my car still cares about me. Wang Xiaohu turned over in bed and typed a reply: I just came out of the toilet, and I don’t feel pain now. I must have eaten too much. Are you still doing your homework?
As soon as he sent the message, his mother's reply came, with only a few short words: If you don't want to write anymore, go to bed early.

Lululu~ With such a perfunctory reply, you must be watching TV series again.

"Well, mom, you should also go to bed early. Good night."

Click Send, switch back to Che Lin’s dialog box, wait for a few seconds, and the message from Xiaoche comes.

'I'm not writing anymore. My stomach doesn't hurt but it's very bloated and it's uncomfortable to sit.'

Wang Xiaohu: Wait for me.

Xiaoche: What are you doing?

Wang Xiaohu got out of bed and took out the stomach-strengthening and digestion-promoting tablets his mother had prepared for him from his bag. Then he fixed his hair in front of the mirror and was stunned when he opened the door.

"Teacher, why are you here?"

In the corridor, Li An was talking on the phone with Li Fu. He had just come out of Fang Yongbo's room, took out his phone and found that Li Fu had sent him several messages, so he called the other party first.

"Third brother, that's it. When the time comes, you just go with him and register for the exam normally. Don't worry about anything else."

"Yeah, just call me if you have anything."

After hanging up the phone with Li Fu, Li An asked Wang Xiaohu what he was going to do.

"Um, Che Lin seems to have eaten too much. I'll give her some stomach-strengthening and digestion-promoting tablets." Brother Xiaohu was relatively calm. "Teacher, would you like some too?"

Li An looked down and asked, "Anything else?"

"Yes!" Wang Xiaohu had a box in his bag, and he went back to the house and took it out.

Li An took a board and said, "Go ahead."

Wang Xiaohu immediately proved his innocence: "Teacher, I won't go in, I'll just hand it to her at the door."

Li An was happy in his heart, but didn't pay much attention to it. "Go to bed early," he said and went back to the house.

Seeing the teacher enter the room, Wang Xiaohu thought that it seemed that the teacher had eaten too much.

She walked back and forth in the carriage house waiting, not knowing what Wang Xiaohu was going to do. Suddenly, she heard a sound outside the door. She hurried over, and then there was a knock on the door.

She opened the door and stretched out an arm.

"Good night, stomach-strengthening and digestion-promoting tablets."

She took it and withdrew her arm.

Not coming in? Xiaoche thought Wang Xiaohu was going to come in.

"Good night."

She locked the door again.

After returning to the house, Xiaoche sent a message to Wang Xiaohu: Thank you!
Then Wang Xiaohu sent a message back: It’s okay, this works very well. I always had a bloated stomach when I was a child, and it’s cured after eating this!
Xiaoche: How many do you want to eat?

Wang Xiaohu: Four, no need to drink water, just chew them up and swallow them!

Xiaoche was editing the message when Dingzi called.
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As soon as Li An returned to the house, he called Yao Libin.

He thought something was wrong, but it turned out that Yao Libin said he would take the two children for a walk and play tomorrow morning.

Li An appreciated the kindness, but they were not out for fun. They had a mission and the two children had to do their homework tomorrow morning.

After politely declining Yao Libin's offer, Li Ang sent a message to Fang Yongbo. He estimated that Yao Libin was also commissioned by Fang Yongbo.

I explained to Fang Yongbo that the two children would have to prepare for their final exams when they returned and would have to do homework tomorrow morning. Fang Yongbo didn't say anything when he saw this.

Then Ang Lee asked about the other person's stomach with concern, then gave him some stomach-strengthening and digestion-promoting tablets for Wang Xiaohu, and asked for the recording of Nikita's rehearsal tonight.

"That's enough. Rest is more important than anything else."

"Don't worry, Bogo, go to bed early."

When he returned to the room, Li Ang's heart was still restless. The conversation with Fang Yongbo kept lingering in his mind.

What a god.

Ang Lee sighed that it was no wonder that Fang Yongbo had achieved what he had today. His perspective on problems, the way he thought about problems, and the way he dealt with problems all made him admire him deeply.

The big brother has already talked to him to this extent, how can he, as the younger brother, hold the big brother back?

Rest is important, but some things are much more important than rest.

After a half-hour video call with Chen Xuan and some minor adjustments, Ang Lee took out his last recording this morning and began to compare it with Nikita's recording in the evening.

After repeated thinking and comparison, he discovered a problem, about him and about Nikita.

Objectively speaking, Nikita's performance is indeed more thorough than his, as he said in his answer to Fang Yongbo.

This "透" means transparent.

But is this perfect?
For Fang Yongbo, who prefers works from the classical period, Nikita's performance was a dish that suited his taste, so Fang Yongbo gave Nikita a score of 90, which was completely understandable.

When Ang Lee calmed down and listened to Nikita again, he repeatedly and in-depth analyzed the treatment of Nikita in the third movement and found that this kind of transparency did not seem to be a foolproof pass in Brahms' music.

Ang Lee has listened to Nikita's Beethoven recording, which is very wonderful, but if this kind of performance style, which is very representative of the classical style, is brought into Brahms' music, it would seem somewhat narrow.

Brahms is the successor of classicism, but no one can deny his indelible contribution to the development of romantic music.

Brahms is the perfect combination of classicism and romanticism. Both classicism and romance are indispensable in this great man.

Nikita's performance is pure and classical enough, and it can even be said that it expresses classicism to the extreme.

But what about the romantic side of Brahms' works under his fingertips?

Nikita's thoroughness did not fully take into account the temperament and emotional needs of the music.

This is Nikita's problem, he is a bit stubborn, but it is not ruled out that the other party deliberately did this on the spot to ensure a smooth exit from the performance.

After confirming Nikita's performance, Ang Lee looked back at his own performance, and his problems began to surface.

He and Nikita have the exact opposite problem.

Looking back on all the process of his preparation for Bo Er, from not knowing where to start in the beginning to gradually nibbling away at the score, from Chen Xuan's trip to France to Xiaoche's move in, from the preparations for the opening of Sigang to the "replacement" storm, every event in between affected his mood for performing this piece.

When Chen Xuan left, his theme was filled with sadness of parting.

When the cart was moved in, his slow movement was like a beam of light shining through the clouds.

The high spirits he felt while preparing for the Four Steels made his entire piece of work rigid.

When Fang Yongbo learned that Nikita had participated in the second rehearsal with Rong Ai, his fourth movement seemed to be shrouded in fog while he was silent.

For Ang Lee, music is sometimes mysteriously connected to life, something he cannot control.

Just like when he walked out of the subway entrance and saw the sunset glow covering the neon streets that were just lit up, and then looked at the hurried pedestrians around him, he couldn't help but think of a passage from Bach's Toccata Fugue in D minor.

At that moment, the world before his eyes seemed to have turned into a sample of a piece of music score. He could become a part of this world just by moving his fingers.

Similarly, when he first opened Bo Er's piano score, he felt as if he was looking at a huge physical maze.

All these emotions came from the bottom of his heart, burst out from his blood, and then flowed into his ten fingers.

He put too much personal emotion into this piece.

Instead, the classical side of Brahms is neglected.

Ang Lee once struggled with whether this was too unconventional and too self-centered.

As a result, he fell into internal friction many times.

What if the audience can’t accept it?
What if the bomb hits?
But he had an urge to play like this. That was his problem - he wanted to do everything.

I want to take care of the audience and cater to the market, but I also want to retain some of my own identity.

Ang Lee was quite impressed with himself. Even with all his difficulties, he was able to hand in such an answer in the final try.

In fact, the contradiction arises from himself and the execution under the contradiction.

If he played it exactly as an industrial assembly line, he was confident that this piece would be no worse than Nikita's rehearsal tonight.

If he plays completely according to the voice of his heart, at least he can clearly explain the motivation behind each one.

He did not choose any of the above two to implement, trying to integrate.

The true side of music lies in how you play it and how it will give you feedback.

When limited emphatic tones appear multiple times, it can feel verbose and excessive, and the music can feel like it's talking to itself for no reason.

This is the most realistic feeling that Ang Lee has when he listens to his performance this morning.

It's really terrible.

He should stick to his own ideas and play, he has clearly touched the most romantic side of Brahms.

He himself would feel regretful if he didn't play it for people who loved Brahms.

As for the classical side of Brahms' music.

It seems he still has time.

He put down his phone and lit a cigarette. After smoking, he opened the email and found Old Charlie.

He had a question and wanted to ask the old man again.

While Ang Lee was editing the email, Fang Yongbo next door was also busy. He was listening over and over to some details from Ang Lee's last presentation that morning.

Next door to Fang Yongbo, Wang Xiaohu and Xiaoche were chatting on their phones across a wall.

They were also talking about music.

At the same time, Xiaoche was helping Dingzi choose background music.

Dingzi is worried about the music selection for the new dish video.

Xiaoche: Have you ever eaten boiled fish?

Wang Xiaohu: Yes, I have.

Xiaoche: If you were asked to choose a piece of classical music to represent the dish of boiled fish, what would you choose?
Wang Xiaohu: Ah?
Xiaoche: Yeah!

Wang Xiaohu wondered why Che Lin suddenly asked him this: "Are you hungry again? Don't scare me."

Xiaoche: I’m not hungry, please help me think about it!

Seeing that Che Lin was still very anxious, Wang Xiaohu started to think.

Uh, these are two completely different things.

One is food and the other is music. If you want to use a piece of classical music to represent a dish, such as boiled fish, boiled fish is delicious. But music is not food, eh?

Ugh?
Ugh?
If it is a piece of music that makes people feel hungry, then it can be associated with boiled fish.

Oh my god, I'm such a genius!
After a moment, a wonderful melody appeared in Wang Xiaohu's mind.
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Ang Lee didn't know that the two children were not asleep. He was busy immersed in his own world of music.

It seemed like he hadn't been able to empty himself so freely for a long time.

The busy work and trivial life sometimes leave him no time to even practice the piano, let alone like tonight.

He didn't have a zither in his hands, but he had one in his heart.

He played the poetic chapter in his mind over and over again. Before he knew it, he fell asleep, and before he knew it, it was daybreak.
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Xiaoche was the first to wake up in the morning.

The child woke up because of stomachache.

After coming out of the bathroom, Xiaoche felt relaxed all over and no longer felt sleepy.

It was only half past seven and Xiaoche started to memorize English words.

After last night's dinner, Xiao Che became more determined to learn a foreign language well. He wanted to be like his teacher!

The teacher is so amazing. In fact, Xiao Che didn’t have time to secretly tell the teacher yesterday that she thought the way the teacher spoke German at the dinner table was so charming!

What is an idol?

This is an idol!

After Xiaoche had memorized music words for an hour, Wang Xiaohu woke up from his sleep in a daze.

Wang Xiaohu’s first reaction when he woke up was that he was very hungry. He sent a message to Che Lin and then to his teacher, but no one replied to him?

It seems that I stand the highest.

Wang Xiaohu finished washing up proudly and was thinking about what to wear today when there was a knock on the door.

"Eh? Good morning, Uncle Fang."

Fang Yongbo was already dressed outside the door: "It's getting late, change your clothes quickly, we're going to eat."

Wang Xiaohu continued, "Teacher and Che Lin haven't woken up yet, why don't you go eat first, Uncle Fang, and I'll wait for you."

Fang Yongbo curled his lips: "Che Lin has been reciting English for an hour, hurry up."

Wang Xiaohu: "Ah? How come I don't know?"

He quickly went back to the room and picked up the phone on the bed. Sure enough, Xiaoche had sent him a message a minute ago.

'I was memorizing words and didn't look at my phone. Uncle Fang knocked on the door. Let's go eat.'

Two minutes later, Fang Yongbo and his second child gathered in the corridor.

Wang Xiaohu was wearing a sexy pink sportswear, but he looked pretty good.

"Teacher?" Brother Xiaohu asked.

Xiao Che lowered his voice: "Keep your voice down, the teacher is still sleeping."

Wang Xiaohu: "Oh, then we won't wait for the teacher?"

Fang Yongbo: "No need to wait, let him have a good sleep today."

The three of them went downstairs to have breakfast, each with a serving of Yuntuan noodles. During the breakfast, Fang Yongbo asked Wang Xiaohu many questions.

For example, where is Wang Xiaohu’s conducting class going.

Wang Xiaohu answered every question seriously: "Now I am practicing the four-part chorus of Sing Bar Bach."

Fang Yongbo smiled when he heard this: "Follow Teacher Qin and listen to what Teacher Qin says. Do whatever Teacher Qin asks you to do. Remember?"

Wang Xiaohu: "Yeah!"

After dinner, Fang Yongbo bought Li An a bowl of porridge and asked the two children to take it upstairs. "You two should stay in your room and do your homework in the morning. Wait for your teacher to get up. I won't accompany you in the morning. Do you two have any problems? Will some people run away secretly?"

Wang Xiaohu: "Uncle Fang, I promise I won't run around!"

Xiaoche: "Uncle Fang, I promise he won't run around."

Fang Yongbo laughed: "I feel relieved with Xiao Linzi's words, let's go up."
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Two hours later, Li An opened his eyes in a daze.

The moment he realized that it was daybreak, he subconsciously reached for the cell phone beside his pillow.

Seeing the new email on the screen, he sat up in bed with a start.

He first glanced at the WeChat message to make sure nothing had happened, and then he opened the email from Old Charlie.

five minutes later.

"I see."

Li An quietly got out of bed, walked to the window and opened the curtains, revealing the endless sunshine outside.