Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 1051 311. Lao Li went on a secret visit and the wind band almost killed someone!
After an unknown amount of time, Xiaoche suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from the bed.

Then a scream that wasn't quite a scream startled Ba Wan in the cat litter box.

It’s already half past ten!

A deep sense of guilt made Xiaoche rush out of the cabin as fast as he could.

A three-minute wash might indeed be a bit perfunctory.

In the pot in the kitchen there was spinach soup and omelet as mentioned in the teacher's message.

"good to eat!"

Xiaoche took a bite of omelet and then a sip of spinach soup, feeling like his mouth was not enough.

Grandma is right. Only when you get enough sleep can you have the energy to do things!

After eating and drinking, Xiaoche came to the piano with an unprecedented sense of confidence.

She felt like she could go straight into the recording studio right now.

A minute later, the two-handed C major scale sounded in the study.

Although the speed is slow, it sounds extremely solid. Each note is like a nail hammered into a wooden board, heavy yet silky.

Warming up is no longer a rule for Xiaoche, but a piano practice habit deeply rooted in his brain.

Only with open hands can you play the notes you want in your heart.

Xiaoche was warming up his hands while building up the emotions for the first track.

Beethoven's First Sonata in F minor, today Xiaoche wants to give it more passion.

Twenty minutes later, there was a moment of silence, followed by a heavy breath in front of the piano, and a fiery piano sound swept the entire study.

"when!"
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"when!"

"Dang Dang Dang!"

In the lounge area on the first floor of Piano Classroom No. 4, Lao Li nodded. Seeing the old man sitting next to him looking at him, he smiled politely at him.

“That’s a job well done.”

As Old Li spoke, he touched the wood board on the wall.

The old man smiled to himself that this old fellow was quite restless, and then he asked, "Are you the grandson or granddaughter? Who is your teacher?"

The old man was the third group of parents to send their children to class in the morning. He had no idea that the old man with crutches in front of him was Principal Li’s father.

Old Li was also scared. When he and An Ma came over early in the morning, they were treated like giant pandas, which made Old Li very uncomfortable.

"I'm just taking a look around. Is it your grandson or granddaughter? Which teacher does he or she have classes with?" Old Li sat over.

The old man then thought that Lao Li was here to check out the place, and thought that he should have a good chat with Lao Li, maybe he could even make a referral: "My grandson takes classes with Teacher Tang, and my granddaughter takes classes with Teacher Mu. Both teachers are very good. You can bring your child to try a class, it's free."

"Oh," Old Li responded, searching quickly in his mind, and then he matched the names. Xiao Tang was bald, and Xiao Mu was short. "You are so lucky, you have both a grandson and a granddaughter."

The old man waved his hand and said cheerfully: "It can be annoying sometimes."

Old Li grinned: "It's still mine."

The old man said, "From your accent, you must be from another place to help take care of children. Let me tell you, if children want to learn piano here, they should be sent here. This is the best piano school in Chengdu. The teachers are highly professional and pay attention to scientific methods. The principal is a famous pianist in Chengdu. If you have a chance to hear the piano played once, you will know."

Following the old man's words, the parents nearby echoed him.

Lao Li Le, is it really that mysterious? He used to listen to it every day, and sometimes he couldn't sleep after the night shift because of the noise.

"Okay," Old Li was of course happy, "wait until my son gets married first."

Huh? The old man was shocked when he heard this. It turned out that after all this time, his son still hadn't gotten married yet. "Is he going to get married soon?"

Lao Li: “It’s almost there.”

The old man said: "When you have a grandson, you can send him here. That's for sure."

Old Li was a little overwhelmed, "Okay, okay, brother, you sit down, I'll go upstairs and take another look, this is quite big."

Just as the get out of class was about to end at eleven o'clock, three children rushed down from upstairs.

"Slow down, kids." Old Li quickly moved aside to make way for the kids. "Look at the steps. They are shaking. Ouch, kid."

"Uncle Li," Lao Tang followed the children and greeted Lao Li as soon as he saw him.

Lao Li: "Don't worry about me, just watch the kids."

This won't do. Lao Li needs to give Lao Li some advice. After class, the teacher should walk in front and lead the children downstairs. This is really unsafe.

"Uncle, why don't you rest in the office?" Haitao also walked out of the piano room.

Old Li laughed: "Don't look at my weak legs. I can't sit still all night. Do I have classes in the morning?"

Haitao: "Yes, all three of us have to go to school until four in the afternoon."

Mu Xin also came out of the piano room: "Uncle Li!"

Lao Li: "Hey, drink some water and take a rest."

As the three were talking, Lao Tang came up with three children.

Old Li asked the three of them to hurry up. He passed by piano room No. 10 and took a look through the glass. Xiaohu was practicing very seriously inside. Then he went to the office.

Mother An cleaned every spot that could be cleaned in the morning. "Why are you here again?"

Lao Li: "I'm not going to go upstairs. I'll be in the way wherever I stay. There's another wave of kids coming downstairs."

An's mother couldn't help but smile: "Anzi did a great job."

At this moment, the office door was pushed open. As soon as Li An entered the room, he saw the rag in his mother's hand and stepped forward to grab it, "I told you not to do it anymore. There is a cleaner."

Mother An: "It's okay. We have nothing to do anyway, so we can help you tidy up."

Li An: "What are you organizing? Stop it. You don't know where to put some things. Ang's mother, you can go out for a walk with my dad. I'm almost done here. I'll take you out for dinner later."

Lao Li: "We will be back soon. There is so much food at home. Just focus on your business."

Mother An: "Yes, Linlin is still at home."

Li An: "Don't worry about her. She got up late and just finished her meal at around 10 o'clock. Don't leave in a hurry. I'll come up and talk to her later."

With that, Li An picked up a stack of documents and left the office.
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When Ang Lee returned to the conference room, the teachers had already started discussing the concert repertoire.

Distribute the organized teaching frameworks for each subject. "Teachers, today, according to the joint training plan, combine this framework to make a detailed lesson plan, and implement it in every class and every week. Zhang Miao, please send your lesson plan to the group for everyone's reference."

Zhang Miao: “Yeah.”

Li An: "Do you have any questions about the teaching plan?"

Seeing that no one raised any more objections, Li An nodded, "Then let's decide on the repertoire for the concert."

Everyone started discussing again.

Considering the nature of the concert, the school hopes to keep the concert duration within forty minutes.

So this time Ang Lee does not plan to follow the traditional concert format, with just one show, without a second half.

If we want children to fully understand each musical instrument within 40 minutes, we have to select programs in terms of content and form that can make children remember them instantly, and secondly, we have to arouse children's interest.

Although the Trout Quintet is a childlike piece of music, it is also a purely classical work.

The threshold for classical works is still too high for children, but a classical work cannot be missing in such a promotional concert.

Then having one classical work as the foundation is enough, and the rest of the works must all be down-to-earth.

To connect with children, the music should resonate with them as soon as it starts.

Wang Wenyang: "Then it's just like what Uncle Feng and Brother Peng said just now, we have to play it again."

Cheng Peng: "The concert time is limited, and we can't satisfy every teacher to have a solo." Lao Feng: "It's not impossible, there are also solos in the ensemble."

"For example, if we are performing a brass quintet's song "Childhood", the teacher and the children are familiar with this piece, so we can just play a trumpet, and add the saxophone to replace the second trumpet."

"The trumpet, saxophone, trombone, French horn, and tuba all come up and play the interlude. The French horn plays the main melody for the first time. Xiao Ge steps forward, and the audience immediately knows who the protagonist is. The other parts of us play accompaniment. Isn't this Xiao Ge's solo?"

Everyone: "Yes, yes, this is good."

The trombone player Lao Jiang took over the conversation: "After Xiao Ge finished playing, the trumpet took over the melody, and the trumpet continued to move forward. After a circle, there were solos and ensembles. Each part was highlighted, and when each instrument played solo, there were other parts to accompany it. The music was not dry, but rich and pleasant to listen to."

The two veteran artists solved the problem as soon as they opened their mouths. Indeed, in this way, each brass part had a chance to perform independently within the limited time, and the music was not only enriched but also beautiful in form.

Ang Lee: "I think the song Childhood is good. It is catchy and suitable for people of all ages. Mr. Feng, have you ever arranged this song?"

Lao Feng: "The score is ready. Just change the trumpet number two to the soprano saxophone. They are all in the key of B flat. Zhaocheng, you have a soprano, right?"

Liu Zhaocheng: "There is Teacher Feng."

Lee Ang: "How long is the whole piece?"

Lao Feng: "About three minutes."

Lao Jiang: "Less than three minutes. The last performance video was only two minutes and forty seconds."

Li An: "Zhang Miao, please add some time to the existing program."

Zhang Miao picked up a pen and started to write: "The ones confirmed so far are the Trout Quintet, which will last twelve minutes, and the collective program of all teachers and students in the wind band, Tequila. The version we performed at the end of last semester was four minutes and twenty seconds. If a teacher joins us, it should be faster, so we'll just count it as four minutes."

"The show is currently sixteen minutes long. If you include the time for going on and off the stage and the preparation time, it should be around twenty minutes."

Li An: "Okay, then the remaining twenty minutes will be given to the three groups to perform together."

"Brass Quintet, Mr. Feng, Mr. Jiang, Ashin, Xiao Ge, Zhao Cheng."

Several people nodded.

"Woodwind quintet, Lao Cheng, Wen Yang, Yu Dan, Yu Fei, and Xiao Ge."

Ge Xingyan chuckled: "I can't help it, it's just a little important."

Everyone laughed. Indeed, no matter whether it is a brass quintet or a woodwind quintet, the French horn is indispensable.

"String quartet, Yunshu, Wanying, and Yuanbo."

Ren Boyuan raised his hand: "Brother, Boyuan Boyuan."

Li An: "Sorry, Boyuan, I called the wrong name again. The three of you plus Trout Erti and that kid, you four can form a string quartet."

The three groups were divided in this way.

Li An continued, "Since we already have a trout for strings, a short piece will be enough, about three minutes long. Yunshu, do you have any suitable pieces?"

Zhang Yunshu and the other two were members of the school string quartet and often rehearsed and performed together. Not to mention a three-minute piece, they could even put on a concert in an instant.

But it only took about three minutes, and it was given to the children, so everyone started to help think about it.

Li Wanying: "Ave Maria?"

Ge Xingyan: "It's too heavy."

Liang Yudan: "Whose Ave Maria?"

Wang Wenyang: "Caccini's music was performed at a concert last year. It was really nice, but it's a bit hard for children to listen to it."

Li Wanying just thought it sounded nice and since the time was about right, she just said it out loud, and immediately felt a little embarrassed.

Ang Lee: "Zhang Miao, please remember to put the Ave Maria in the next concert."

Lao Feng: “Yes, please share your ideas and provide some repertoire for future concerts.”

Li Wanying felt relieved: "Maybe a big fish would be more suitable."

Zhang Miao: "Big fish is good! My cousin loves it and hums it every day."

Zhang Yunshu was just about to say, "I think it's okay."

Lao Jiang: "Which song is Big Fish?"

Wang Yufei hummed a tune, and Lao Jiang exclaimed, "This song is very good, very good, suitable for string music."

Ren Boyuan: "It will probably take a little more than three minutes."

Li An: "Then we've got the big fish."

Zhang Miao: "Let's count it as four points. There are still sixteen minutes left."

Ang Lee: "Let's have half brass and half wooden. Let's start with the brass."

Old Feng looked at Xu Hong and asked in a soliciting tone: "Then let's have a skewer, shall we?"

Xu Hongxin said modestly: "Mr. Feng, you can just make an agreement with Teacher Jiang."

Old Feng smiled ashamedly, "Old Chiang and I have lost touch with you. We don't know what children listen to nowadays. Childhood is three minutes long, and you young people will do the rest."

Xu Hongxin handed the decision-making power to Liu Zhaocheng and Ge Xingyan, "Although I am young, I have the heart of an old man."

Everyone was stunned, and the conference room suddenly burst into laughter!
Wang Wenyang said with a smile: "Brother Xin, is it possible that you have more than just an old man's heart?"

Another burst of laughter.

Xu Hongxin touched his nose and said, "I'm going to be a father soon."

Ge Xingyan suddenly stood up and everyone looked over at him immediately.

"Then just throw the trump card," Ge Xingyan pointed forward in a very immature way, "There is only one truth——"

Wang Wenyang, who was sitting opposite Ge Xingyan, clapped his hands and stood up immediately after hearing what he said, "Then our woodwind quintet will perform!"

The melody of Detective Conan's theme song has not yet started, but the two teams are already excited.

Ge Xingyan was not in a hurry: "Brother Yang, I don't have any other meaning. First, the saxophone is here with us. Second, isn't your woodwind instrument lacking some atmosphere for this piece?"

Wang Yufei: "We can also be very exciting."

Wang Wenyang took over Wang Yufei's words: "Yeah, what are we lacking? Have you heard my Blue Rhapsody? Teacher Liang would joke about the existence of the flute B-box? It would blow up the place."

Xu Hongxin interrupted Wang Wenyang: "Don't argue. To be honest, this piece of music can be performed by anyone, but the brass instrument does have an advantage. You have to admit it. Everything is done to make the atmosphere better, right? Xiao Ge, persuade your teammates."

Ge Xingyan: "I don't care. I have to perform on either side. I just think the brass section is more suitable."

The conference room fell silent for a moment.

Just then someone knocked on the meeting room door.

Everyone looked over. Li An said, "Come in."

Then the door was pushed open, and Wang Xiaohu showed half of his head. "Maybe all the teachers can perform together? Including the string group."

Everyone: "!"

Zhang Miao: "Add one. It seems like this way I won't have to sit idle anymore."

"If you teachers need a conductor," Wang Xiaohu swallowed and slowly raised his hand, "it's free. I can even give you the score."

Li An: "Where did you get the score?"

Xu Li, who had been silent in the corner for an hour, coughed and said, "I promised to buy him a complete set of anime collections of orchestra scores for the New Year. Anyway, it cost 2400 yuan, but I don't know if it can be used."

The conference room became even quieter for a moment.

Wang Xiaohu: "Also, woodwind quintet teachers can try the Harry Potter Suite, which should be able to create the most atmosphere. If possible, teachers can wear robes to perform."

Li An: "Come in."

Ge Xingyan directly made room for Wang Xiaohu, "Please take a seat, Mr. Wang."