Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 1103 363. The Battle between the New and the Old
Linlin can't blame me if she wants to be strong, right?

Although Li An thought so in his heart, he still listened to what the teacher said.

"Received Director Wei!"

Old Wei was too lazy to respond. He returned the score to Li An and asked, "Do you have any classes later?"

"It's over for today," Li An covered the piano, "Teacher, where are you and Guoguo going?"

Lao Wei: "Let's go home. Your sister will pick her up in the evening."

Li An: "Come on, I'll take you back."

Lao Wei: "No need, we can just take the bus back."

Li An: "What delicious food will Master's wife cook tonight?"

Lao Wei: "I don't know either. Why?"

Li An: "I want to eat for free."

Lao Wei: "Not busy tonight?"

Li An was indignant: "I've finished my get out of class, can't I relax at night?"

Old Wei Le: "Then relax. If you want to eat something, call your master's wife. Forget it, let's go eat tonight. It's a good opportunity to invite your father as well."

Li An: "Don't call him, he's more comfortable at home alone. I just want to drink the dumpling soup cooked by Master's wife."

Seeing this, Lao Wei did not persuade him any further: "Okay, call your mistress and ask her to prepare in advance."

As they talked, the teacher and the student went downstairs, and Li An called Liang Huilan.

Liang Huilan was extremely happy to learn that Ang Lee was going to bring his car over for dinner that evening. She went to prepare after hanging up the phone.

"Where's Guoguo?"

The two adults had forgotten about Lin Guoguo next door. When they went out, they saw that the piano room next door was empty.

When I returned downstairs, I saw Xiaoche still sitting in front of the piano playing, but there was no sign of Guoguo.

Xiaoyun: "Guoguo is in the bathroom."

Li An nodded and followed Lao Wei to the back of the small car again.

Looking at the back of the car, Li Anxin sighed and said, "The child has worked hard."

In such a noisy environment, Xiaoche practiced hard for nearly sixteen hours throughout the weekend.

It's really not easy.

Then his eyes moved to his hands on the keyboard, and after a moment Lee Ang nodded.

As a pianist who pays great attention to training his piano skills, Ang Lee naturally subconsciously hopes that Xiao Che can learn from him in this regard.

This is what the car has always done.

As for whether there is any harm, Li An has never paid attention to it.

It shouldn't be a big problem, otherwise, given the teacher's personality, he would definitely talk to him seriously, not in a joking tone.

Of course, since the teacher reminded him today, he has to pay attention.

As Xiaoche finished playing a long sentence, Li An interrupted: "Okay, Linlin, let's stop here today. Relax a little and give your fingers a little more freedom."

Xiao Che withdrew his hand, turned around and grinned, "Master just taught me a way to play the fading notes, which is very useful."

Old Wei grinned.

Li An smiled smugly: "Just kidding, don't you see who the teacher is."

Just then, Lin Guoguo came out of the bathroom after washing her hands and ran towards her grandfather and teacher.

"Teacher, get out of class is over!"

Li An squatted down to catch Lin Guoguo and asked lovingly, "get out of class is over. Guoguo, when did you come down?"

Lin Guoguo pointed to her belly and said, "It will come down if the stomach hurts."

Li An: "Does it still hurt?"

Lin Guoguo said as a matter of course: "It won't hurt if you poop!"

Li An smiled and said, "Sister Linlin and I will go to grandpa's house for dinner later. Are you welcome?"

Lin Guoguo immediately started dancing with joy, and jumped to Sister Linlin's side and took Sister Linlin's arm: "Welcome! You are so welcome!"

Xiaoche was pulled towards the gate by the enthusiastic Guoguo, and Li An followed closely behind, helping Xiaoche put away the music score on the piano.
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On the way to Rongyuan, the two children sat in the back and watched the tablet computer.

The tablet is a small car, the hotspot is also a small car, and it was Guoguo who chose My Little Pony.

Ang Lee and Lao Wei were chatting about the performance, and it took them an hour to finally reach the gate of the staff quarters after many stops and starts in traffic.

"Grandma, we're back!"

"Master's wife."

"Master's wife."

"Linlin is here. Take a break and eat some fruit. Dinner will be served soon."

After dinner, Lin Guoguo pulled the car back to the cabin to play doll games.

Lao Wei knew that Li An had nothing to do at night, so he wanted to keep Li An for a while, "Wait until your sister comes and you can go together."

Li An: "Where is Sister Yuan from?"

Lao Wei: "From home, she and her husband have been busy recently. Guoguo has been here for half a month. Your master's wife picks her up every day. We had agreed to leave her here this week. She called at noon and said she would come to pick her up in the evening."

Li An: "I can just send it back to Guo Guo when I leave later. It's on my way there."

Lao Wei: "That's fine. You have to go east."

"Just tell me," Li An took out his phone and called Wei Fangyuan.

After hanging up the phone, Li An stood up and filled Lao Wei's teacup, "Brother-in-law is doing well recently."

Lao Wei sighed, "It's good, but I'm too busy."

Li An smiled and said, "After all, I changed offices. Others want to be busy but still can't get the time. Don't you think so?"

Lao Wei nodded. It was indeed true. "Yes, it's better to be busy. You are all getting busier and busier."

Li An: "I am just busying myself. I can't compare with my brother-in-law."

Lao Wei waved his hand and said, "I think the live broadcast room you created is great. I have recommended it to all the teachers in our department."

Li An: "I know. Xiaodong talked to me on the microphone last night. I saw quite a few students from our department and Li Qing's students came yesterday."

Lao Wei: "I know, you didn't miss a single one of my live broadcasts, it was really interesting."

Li An asked in surprise: "Which one are you?"

Lao Wei: "Who do you care who I am? Let's be serious. The next step is to do Internet teaching, right?"

Li An: "Yes, I will definitely do it, but I am still thinking about what kind of courses to make. I don't want to be like Mr. Huang and his colleagues. The courses they make can only be used as an online reference. If there is no offline guidance, just buying a set of online courses is basically useless."

Lao Wei: "This is what I want to remind you of. The threshold for piano learning is not that low. Don't be impulsive."

Li An: "Teacher, do you have any suggestions?"

Lao Wei: "I have been thinking about this these days. If you don't find me today, I will find you in two days. I have watched the courses taught by the professors of the colleges you mentioned, including Huang Ming, Lv Liping and Ma Xiao's joint piano live studio. I have also read the course catalog. What can I say?" "I have the same opinion as you. I also think it is useless. No matter how good you talk, it will not work without the guidance of a teacher."

"We old guys were taught by teachers. We have never learned through online courses, nor have we taught any students online, so we have no experience."

"They can do it, but I can't keep up with the times. So when you ask me, I can't give you any advice. I can only help you promote your live broadcast room. The specific courses will have to rely on you young people."

Li An smiled when he heard the last part.

Lao Wei: “What are you laughing at?”

Li An: “I didn’t expect that.”

Lao Wei: “I didn’t expect anything.”

Lee Ang: "I thought you had to criticize me for this."

Old Wei smiled along. If it weren't for the little conflict that broke out during the Chinese New Year, he might really not agree with Ang Lee doing this.

Because in Lao Wei's eyes, teaching piano online is not the right thing to do.

It was just that unpleasant family dinner. After Liang Huilan's guidance, Lao Wei has now figured out a lot of things.

It may also be true that he has not kept up with the times.

You don't earn some money, but others do.

In addition, after watching several live broadcasts by Ang Lee's team, Lao Wei sincerely feels that this group of young people is great.

The programs he made were also very meaningful, and he learned a lot of teaching ideas from modern young teachers.

There are also young teachers' views and answers on traditional piano teaching materials——

The story of Czerny told by Ang Lee, and the idea proposed by the kid named Tang last night to split 599 into two textbooks.

These are issues that are worthy of reflection for piano teachers of all ages.

Are Czerny's works industrial assembly-line products? Do they really have potential musicality worth studying?
Is the difficulty of 599 after item 70 out of sync with the previous ones?
These questions were asked to be answered by Lao Wei, but frankly speaking, he could not answer them, even though he was a recognized leader in the piano education community in Chengdu.

The times are progressing. When you get old you have to accept your age and when it’s time to give up your position you have to give up your position.

Since the young man has his own ideas, or ideas that he thinks are worth reflecting on, he should give support, or even strong support.

It would be truly tragic if this group of young people were still using the teaching methods left by their older generation when they were in their fifties or sixties.

So what is there to criticize?

However, "Will you not do it if I criticize you?" Lao Wei asked back.

Ang Lee didn't expect that the old man would joke with him, but he already understood from the old man's smile.

"Teacher, I actually have an idea that I would like to share with you when I am more mature."

"explain."

moment.

Li An's expression became serious: "Teacher, I am serious. Do you think the piano can be played with one hand?"

Old Wei was startled and frowned, "What kind of question is this?"

Li An shook his head: "Don't think too deeply, just answer me, can the piano be played with one hand?"

Lao Wei: “Yes.”

Li An: "Right? Everyone who learns piano starts with the thumb of the right hand."

Lao Wei: "That's no problem. What's your problem?"

Lee Ang: "My question is whether I can play it with just one hand."

Lao Wei: "Only use one hand to play?"

Lee Ang: "Yes, just learn to play with one hand, just pretend you only have one hand."

Old Wei was stunned. He looked at Li An and opened his mouth in disbelief. However, just as he was about to speak, Li An interrupted him.

"Teacher, what I mean is to turn the traditional concept upside down. Why do we have to use both hands to learn the piano? Can't we use one hand to play?"

"Wait a minute." Old Wei picked up the teacup and took a sip. He was completely at a loss for words after hearing what Li Ang said. "Why do you have to play the piano with one hand? No, no, no, isn't the piano played with two hands?"

Li An: "Who stipulated that?"

Lao Wei choked up. He was really wondering who made the rule. The next second he thought something was wrong: "Does this need to be regulated? Have you ever seen anyone playing the piano with one hand?"

Ang Lee: "History has not been without one-handed pianists. Nicholas McCarthy, born without a right hand, is the first one-handed pianist to graduate from the Royal Academy of Music in 130 years. Wittgenstein, as you told us, was a pianist who lost his right hand during World War I, but he overcame the defect caused by his physical disability and later left behind a large number of left-handed piano works. He is known as the founder of left-handed piano. One of them started from scratch, and the other started as a pianist, and both completed a life counterattack of self-challenge."

Lao Wei vaguely understood what Li An was going to do, but for a moment he didn't know what to say: "You also said that they were a counterattack."

Ang Lee: "What I want to emphasize is not their counterattack story, but the rationality and possibility of playing the piano with one hand."

"If we can recognize its rationality and its existence, then we can try to do something like this and create a path for learning one-handed piano."

Facing Ang Lee's clear gaze and listening to his calm tone, Lao Wei no longer knew what his expression was at this moment, or what kind of expression he should give to deal with this blockbuster bomb thrown by Ang Lee.

He could only say that he might be really old.

After a long time, "An An, what do you think?"

Ang Lee smiled easily: "I just want more people to experience the joy of music and the joy of piano. It's that simple."

Lao Wei tried to bring in Lee Ang's idea: "So you want to lower the threshold for learning piano."

Ang Lee: "Yes, you said that if we change from two hands to one hand, then the instrument will be simpler, or in other words, we don't need a piano at all, and an electric piano will do."

Lao Wei: "Isn't that just an electronic keyboard? What's the difference between what you've been talking about and learning an electronic keyboard?"

Li An: "You may think there is no difference, but we teach one-handed piano. We have supporting courses and teaching materials. Most importantly, students can switch from one-handed learning to two-handed learning at any time."

Got it, Lao Wei understood.

"What is this called?" Old Wei narrowed his eyes and searched desperately in his mind, and suddenly he came up with: "gimmick."

Li An smiled and shook his head: "I don't refute you on this point, including Chen Xuan's statement that I did this to attract traffic to the online class. Your meanings are similar, and I don't deny it."

After a pause, he said, "But teacher, you still haven't answered my question, can piano be learned with one hand?"

Lao Wei: “Do you think there might be a market for this?”

Li An: "You still haven't answered my question."

Another long time.

Lao Wei: "If I can learn with one hand, isn't it easy to learn with one hand?"

Ang Lee: "Whether there is a market or not is not up to me, nor is it up to you or anyone else. Only when someone does it can we get preliminary feedback on this issue."

Lao Wei: "I don't understand why you are doing this."

Li An smiled again: "Teacher, didn't you tell me that it's easy to learn with one hand?"

Old Wei was stunned.

Ang Lee sighed and put away his smile: "Wouldn't it be better if we make the piano simpler and let it return to the essence of music from the beginning? Our children have been restricted by so-called orthodoxy and various shackles for too long. Does the threshold for entering music through piano really need to be so high?"

After a pause, he said, "Actually, I don't know either, so I want to give it a try."

The living room fell into a brief silence.

Afterwards, Lao Wei looked at the night scene outside the window. After a moment, his brows relaxed a little, and then he sighed and nodded.