Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 955 215. The Art of Not Compromising

It was 8:15 in the morning, less than eleven hours before the official performance.

Li An woke up from his sleep, groped for the water bottle on the bedside and took a sip.

I have been woken up by suffocation, but I have never been woken up by thirst.

It's so fresh.

It must be because I ate too much salty food last night.

Teacher Li got out of bed and opened the curtains. The sky was still quite blue.

"What a nice day."

After reporting to Chen Xuan, Li An planned to go have some breakfast first.

As for how to spend the daytime, he hasn't figured it out yet. According to his expectation, he should sleep until noon.

Without sending a message to Fang Yongbo, he went to the restaurant by himself.

As a result, he ran into Fang Yongbo in the restaurant.

"Morning, brother Bo, I thought you had finished eating a long time ago."

"I woke up at seven o'clock and just came back from a walk. Why didn't you sleep a little longer?"

"I want to sleep."

After walking around the dining area for two, Li An didn't seem to have much appetite, so he just took a bottle of yogurt.

In comparison, Fang Yongbo looked more like a young man, with his plate filled with fried eggs, wonton noodles and fruits.

"I usually only eat this one meal during the day if I have a performance in the evening," Fang Yongbo explained, "because I don't want to sleep at noon."

Ang Lee: "I tend to feel sleepy after lunch."

Fang Yongbo: “That’s what I mean.”

Li An: "It's so comfortable to have a good sleep. Wouldn't it give you more energy at night?"

Fang Yongbo smiled and said, "When you get to my age, you will understand. It doesn't matter whether you take a nap at noon or not, you will be tired at night. It's the same."

Li An: "It is still somewhat helpful."

Fang Yongbo put down the spoon and waved his hand: "If I take a nap at noon, my mind will be in a mess when I wake up, and I will have to go through it again. I won't have enough time, especially for a piece like today's."

Ang Lee: "I see. Then you have to spend the whole day to figure it out. It will take almost two hours to finish the two songs. That's too much work."

Fang Yongbo: "Well, I'm used to it. I feel more at ease when I'm not like this. What do you have to do before going on stage?"

Li An: "I am the opposite of you. If conditions permit, I must have a good sleep. I can skip meals, but I must sleep."

Fang Yongbo heard this, wiped his mouth and thought for a moment, then said, "Then you have to make some time for it later."

Li An: "Brother Bo, please tell me, I don't know what other plans I have for today."

Fang Yongbo smiled and said, "I didn't want to tell you in advance, but I arranged an interview for you this afternoon."

Lee Ang: "Interview? What interview?"

Fang Yongbo: "It was a short interview, just talking about the composer and the concert. It wasn't a formal interview, just a chat. The organizer will make a short film later."

Ang Lee: "They just need to dig some material from me."

Fang Yongbo: "Yes, relax."

Li An laughed: "Why did you tell me in advance? Otherwise, I wouldn't be nervous."

Fang Yongbo: "Don't be nervous, we are all family, let's pack up and leave, I will contact them now."

Li An: "Brother Bo, please wait a moment."

Fang Yongbo put down his phone and asked, "Any other questions?"

Li An: "No need to change the time, just come at the time you agreed. I'm just worried about how to kill time. After the interview in the morning, I'll just be waiting in the afternoon. It's better to wait until the afternoon."

Fang Yongbo: "Okay, let's go there at 3:30 pm. You can take a nap at noon."

Li An: "Where is it? Is it far?"

Fang Yongbo: "It's in the concert hall. I'll take you there. If you have nothing to do, come and exercise with me. Do you have your sneakers?"

Li An: “I brought it.”

Fang Yongbo: "Let's go."

Li An: "Don't worry, wait until you finish eating."

Fang Yongbo: "I'm full."

Seeing that Fang Yongbo was quite anxious when talking about exercise, Li An hurried back to change clothes.

Ang Lee thought that the exercise Fang Yongbo was talking about was going to the gym on the eighth floor to run and lift weights, but after he changed into casual sportswear and came out, he found that Fang Yongbo had not changed his clothes at all.

"What are you doing?"

Fang Yongbo smiled and said nothing, "Let's go."

The elevator went all the way down to the underground parking lot, and Li An asked, "Brother Yao is coming with us, too."

"He can't."

Fang Yongbo led the way in front, and Li An followed behind.

Fang Yongbo stopped next to a black Toyota sedan and handed the car keys directly to Li An.

"This?" Li An was confused.

Fang Yongbo: "What?"

Li An: "Brother Bo, I'm a newbie."

Fang Yongbo: "Didn't you drive a white Mercedes Benz when you went to the concert hall last time?"

Li An hurriedly explained: "I opened it. I can open it easily at home. I am completely unfamiliar with this place."

Fang Yongbo was happy: "What's the difference? Just drive on the lane. Have you driven on all the roads in Chengdu?"

Li An shook his head. These were two different things. It was possible for him to drive slowly using the navigation system, but he absolutely did not dare to do so with the person in front of him.

"Brother Bo, I have very little driving experience. How about I call a car now?"

Fang Yongbo curled his lips: "Do you dare to open it yourself?"

Li An smiled bitterly.

Fang Yongbo: "Let's go. I'm not afraid, so what are you afraid of?"

After saying that, Fang Yongbo got on the passenger seat first. He had seen Li Ang drive and he was very skilled at turning around.

With no other options, Ang Lee had no choice but to go ahead with it.

"This car is quite spacious." Li An sat down and fastened his seat belt without asking any other questions. "I'll guide you where to go, Bo."

Fang Yongbo: "Xiaoxiao Teahouse."

Go to a teahouse for exercise?
Li An searched the navigation system and found that it was not far, only six kilometers. "It's on Binhai Road."

Fang Yongbo: "Yes, let's go."

Li An fumbled to start the car, and when he gripped the steering wheel, he felt a little more at ease.

The navigation voice told him to turn right, but he first turned left according to the road signs in the parking lot. Then he released the accelerator with his right foot and the car slowly moved forward.

The steering wheel turned to the left and the car drove completely out of the parking space.

After driving out of the parking lot smoothly and seeing the green trees and blue sky, Li An followed the navigation instructions and drove onto the main road.

When they reached the first red light, Fang Yongbo smiled and said, "Is there any difference?"

"I'm taking you with me." Li An observed the road conditions ahead vigilantly.

Fang Yongbo stopped talking. He waited until the six kilometers were almost finished and the last traffic light was red before he spoke again: "No need to follow the navigation. Keep to the right. Do you see the parking lot sign in front?"

Li An glanced around and glanced at the right rearview mirror to confirm that the conditions for changing lanes were sufficient. He turned on the right signal and stepped on the accelerator slightly, and the car directly crossed two lanes and changed to the rightmost lane.

handsome.

Li An couldn't help but grin.

Just as he entered the auxiliary road and was about to enter the parking lot entrance, he saw the big words "Badminton Hall" on the side.

"Are we here to play badminton?"

Fang Yongbo laughed: "I heard you talking to Koch last time, but I didn't know you were also a badminton enthusiast."

Li An: "I didn't play before, but Chen Xuan loved playing. She led me to play."

Fang Yongbo: "Oh? Xiao Chen has this hobby?"

Li An: "She learned it in college. She smashes the ball really hard."

Fang Yongbo became interested. "Xiao Chen is an expert. I will ask her for advice when she comes back."

"Hahaha, as long as you have time." Li An parked the car in the parking space.

While chatting and laughing, Ang Lee seemed much more relaxed than when he first got in the car. He put the car in P gear and turned off the engine.

Phew, so cool.

For the novice Xiao Li, every time he stops the car he feels very relieved.

"You're fine, right?" Fang Yongbo loosened his seat belt and complained, "Let me tell you, novice drivers are the least likely to have major problems."

Li An nodded: "Brother Bo's car is easy to drive."

Fang Yongbo: "All Toyota cars are like this. They are indeed easy to drive. But they may not be powerful enough for young people like you."

Li An: "I think it's very smooth. Is it weak in power? I think it's very comfortable to drive. Besides, it's useless to have such a large power in the city."

Fang Yongbo smiled: "You are right to think so. If you don't pursue power, it is still quite worry-free to choose a Japanese car for urban transportation."

Chatting all the way in the car, the two entered the stadium.

There were four courts left, and Fang Yongbo directly chose Court No. 8, where he used to play.

Fang Yongbo is an old member here and has his own private locker.

After changing into a set of professional-looking equipment in the locker room, Comrade Lao Fang brought Xiao Li with him, carrying the golf bag.

Passing through the crackling sounds of balls hitting the balls and shouting, the two arrived at the No. 8 court.

Fang Yongbo had a bunch of rackets in his tennis bag, about six or seven.

"You are so professional." Li An gave a thumbs up.

Fang Yongbo: "Well, I'm a typical poor student with lots of stationery. You can pick the rackets you're used to. These rackets were originally weighed at 26 pounds, but they've probably lost some weight now."

"I can use any racket," Li An smiled and grabbed a racket with a green grip. He swung it twice in the air. The feeling was okay. "Anyway, I'm not good at anything."

Fang Yongbo laughed, "Warm up."

Fang Yongbo’s warm-up is very particular and comprehensive; ten minutes only pass by in a single set.

The collar of Li An's T-shirt was already wet, but Fang Yongbo seemed to be fine: "Brother Bo, your physical fitness can definitely reach 99."

Fang Yongbo laughed: "Stop talking nonsense, come on, and be sure to pay attention to safety."

Li An nodded: "Don't worry."

As they were talking, the two of them walked to the two sides of the court, Fang Yongbo held the ball and Li An prepared to receive it.

Comrade Lao Fang, who had been itching to hit a ball for a long time, came up and served a high forehand ball. He swung the racket from bottom to top, and the ball flew high towards Li Ang's baseline.

Li An never expected that Lao Fang could serve the ball so far. In addition, he had not exercised for a long time, so the first round ended with him lying motionless.

"Why don't you answer it?" Fang Yongbo shouted across the Internet!
"Come again!" This time it was Li Ang's turn to serve.

Just like that, the two of them started competing with each other.

Ang Lee is not bragging, he has defeated Founder three times!
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An hour later, Li An sat down on the ground.

"No fight, no fight!"

Teacher Li, whose T-shirt was already soaked, stood up this time without saying anything. It was too bullying.

In comparison, Li An would rather be abused by Chen Xuan. At least he was defeated by Chen Xuan.

But when playing against Fang Yongbo, Fang Yongbo kept making fake moves, and he didn't know how the ball came to him, and then the ball fell to the ground.

"Can't fight anymore?" Fang Yongbo came over and said cheerfully, "Stand up, stand up. Don't sit down right after strenuous exercise. It's bad for your heart. Walk slowly."

"It's not that I can't play anymore." Li An stood up breathlessly, "It's that I can't run anymore. I couldn't catch the ball even when I ran. It's amazing."

Fang Yongbo waved his hands: "It's because you don't play enough and have no experience. You need to practice more in the future. Your power is very good, but you lack control. The high ball goes out of bounds when you hit it. This is not good. Power is like music. The louder the better. You have to control the strength well."

Li An: "You are right. I will play basketball with you more often when I go back. To be honest, I am pretty good among the people around me."

Fang Yongbo: "Hahaha, call me anytime. I may not have time for eating and drinking, but I have plenty of time for playing basketball."

Li An: "Just don't think I'm a bad cook."

Fang Yongbo: "I've come this far. If you want to improve, you have to play more. Go up there and relax."

In comparison, the stair climbing machine is indeed relaxing.

Li An: "Brother Bo, did you know that Rong Ai's ticket for today has been delivered to my previous workplace?"

Fang Yongbo: "Yes, Xiangnan called me last night when we got back. A total of 375 tickets were given out."

Li An: "So much?! Doesn't that mean Rong Ai will definitely lose money on tonight's performance?"

Fang Yongbo smiled: "Do you know how many tickets we gave away tonight?"

Li An: "We're giving away tickets too?"

Fang Yongbo: “Seven hundred.”

Li An: “!?”

Fang Yongbo: "No orchestra in China can maintain revenue by selling tickets. Government subsidies are part of the revenue, sponsorship is part of the revenue. Even if all 1500 tickets are sold out, and the average ticket price is 300 yuan per ticket, how much money is that?"

When Ang Lee did the math, he immediately realized that it was only 450,000. If you didn't count it, you wouldn't know how pitiful it was, and that was after all of them were sold.

Fang Yongbo: "Right, your appearance fee alone accounts for a lot of it, and the platform also takes a cut. Don't be fooled by the big fuss today, in fact, tonight's show is not as popular as the average small show."

Li An: "Brother Bo, I feel embarrassed if you say that."

Fang Yongbo was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud: "It really has nothing to do with you. You are just a bonus for today's show. The big star today must be Mei Daoli. If you can't carry the box office, can Mei Daoli still carry it?"

Li An: "Yeah, so I was wondering just now, it's not necessary to give away half of the tickets, right?"

Fang Yongbo then dropped another bombshell: "In fact, the number of tickets sold this time has exceeded our expectations."

moment.

Ang Lee hesitated and said, "Is it because of Brahms?"

Fang Yongbo smiled: "I figured it out."

Ang Lee: "If it was a Beethoven and Mozart concert today, it would be different."

Fang Yongbo: "Unlike us, the name Brahms is still too unfamiliar to most classical music listeners in China, so even if Meidao opens the concert, not many people are willing to spend real money to listen to it live."

Ang Lee: "I understand."

Fang Yongbo: “But as practitioners, we cannot use the market to judge art at times.”

Ang Lee: "You are right."

Fang Yongbo: "For example, in the process of examining your own music, I know that you got into some difficulties some time ago."

After a pause, he said, "Ang Lee, art cannot be compromised. Once it is compromised, it will be difficult for it to move forward. It will only wither little by little in a closed space."