Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 1323, Section 543: A Boy Until Death! An Older Man's Inspiration Strikes
"What's going on? Six o'clock is too much."

At the breakfast table, while Tang Xiaoxing went back to her room to answer a phone call, Li An quietly fed half an egg white into his mouth.

"Under adjustment."

Seeing that the teacher already knew, Xiao Che quietly fed the bun to his mouth.

*Gurgle gurgle*, "What's wrong with you?"

"I can't sleep, my head is full of lines." Ang Lee picked up his soy milk cup and took a sip. "It can't be that bad, can it?"

"It can't be that bad," Xiao Che said, offering her a glass of milk. "Isn't giving a speech on stage your forte?"

Ang Lee pursed his lips: "This time is different."

The car nodded: "Me too."

"Meow-"

At this moment, Bawan followed the smell of egg yolk and came to Li An's feet.

"She's already this fat and she still wants to eat."

Li An put the prepared egg yolks into a small dish and placed it at his feet. Then Xiao Bai followed, but after smelling it, Xiao Bai turned around and left.

"Teacher, I looked it up, this is called intrusive thinking."

"what?"

"This phenomenon is a common occurrence during puberty. The key is to regulate attention allocation in a healthy way, rather than forcibly suppressing it."

Ang Lee glanced in the direction of the cabin, then turned around, leaned closer to the car, and lowered his voice.

"Getting up at six in the morning to study music during the holidays, isn't that considered forced suppression?"

"I'm just adjusting my attention allocation, not using a suppression strategy, so don't worry, hehe."

"It's better not to laugh."

Ang Lee really wanted to complain, but the little car was talking to her about science.

Okay, okay, okay.

God knows how long he agonized over it that morning before deciding to talk to Xiao Che about the issue again.

As it turned out, Xiao Che decided to rely on himself instead of others, and instead searched online and found a solution that addressed the problem.

Intrusive thinking! Ang Lee feels that he is the one being invaded.

If it weren't for these two little devils keeping him occupied these past two days, would he be worried about forgetting his lines? He wrote them all out word by word!
Sad reminder.

Just then, the teacher and student both looked towards the living room.

It's clear that Tang Xiaoxing is still very happy today.

Before even sitting down at the table, Xiaoxing started chattering excitedly, "Grandpa said he and Teacher Chen are coming over tomorrow."

It's been changed to tomorrow afternoon again?

Li Anxin laughed, realizing that Grandpa Tang really missed his granddaughter. The day before yesterday, he repeatedly emphasized on the phone that there was no rush and that he would come over after the summer camp officially started.

"And what about your dad and mom?"

"My dad hasn't confirmed the time yet, and my mom probably can't come because the troupe has a last-minute performance schedule."

Okay, Ang Lee nodded: "Got it, eat up."
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After dinner, the two girls went to practice piano in room 2201. After cleaning up the table, Li An returned to his study.

He walked up to the mirror and gave himself a thumbs up.

Baring teeth.

"Keep smiling."

"Good, that's it."

In an instant, his voice became clear.

"What exactly makes classicism classic?"

"Cough cough."

"What exactly makes classicism classic?"

"That's not right either."

"Classicism."

Unlike last year, this year Ang Lee is the head of the summer camp.

He's going to give a speech at the opening ceremony.

What to talk about?

He and Chen Xuan had discussed this issue a long time ago.

He originally intended to start like Boss X, launching into a long, conventional speech, since that was something he excelled at.

However, Chen Xuan advised him to talk less nonsense.

"Kids don't like those big meetings, just ask Xiao Che and the others."

Ang Lee later reflected on it and realized that it was indeed the case with you. If he were sitting in the audience, he wouldn't want to hear those clichés either.

It was like the principal giving a speech at the opening ceremony of a school.

So he didn't ask the children around him and decided directly to start his speech at the summer camp opening ceremony with this year's theme.

Last year's theme was the Baroque period.

This year's theme is the Classical period.

Following this line of thought, he wrote several speeches, which were basically centered around "what classicism is".

The piece he's currently looking at in the mirror, trying to find the right feel for, is the one he ultimately chose.

But two hours later, Ang Lee gave up.
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"Still not good."

Slumped back in his computer chair, Ang Lee crumpled up the manuscript in his hand and threw it into the trash can.

He didn't know if it was a problem with the content or with his state of mind.

Something just felt off.

five minutes later.

"It's still a problem with the manuscript."

Ang Lee pulled the manuscript out of the trash can again.

After reading it through once, he sighed softly; it was indeed a problem with the manuscript.

The transitions between each section are like parallel fifths in a harmonic progression; they seem clear, but are actually quite bland.

The so-called parallel five degrees of separation means that colleagues A and B were originally at the same level, then the company restructured and they were both promoted, but their new positions were still at the same level.

I just adjusted to a state of loneliness.

"Hey."

"Forget it."

Ang Lee gave up for the time being, saying, "Let's talk about it tonight."

Before the two children came back for lunch, Ang Lee went through Rabbi II.

Playing the piano is still the easiest.

Say something.
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At 12:15, the two little girls returned.

Ang Lee didn't cook either. The three of them, teacher and student, discussed it and decided to make do with something simple.

Xiao Che said that since there would be a big dinner that night, they should eat less at noon so that Aunt Xu Li's hard work wouldn't be in vain.

Ten minutes later, three buckets of braised beef noodles appeared on the tea set.

The three—teacher, student, and teacher—sat on opposite sides, watching TV and eating instant noodles, with Ang Lee glancing at the car every now and then.

In the end, their eyes met. The car's expression seemed to say: Teacher, I'm sure I'm fine. How about you?

Ang Lee responded with a shake of his head.

"puff."

Xiao Che chuckled, prompting Tang Xiaoxing to turn around and ask, "What's wrong, Linlin?"

"It's nothing," Xiao Che picked up his water glass and took a sip. "Xiao Xing, do you think the Classical period or the Romantic period is more interesting?"

“It’s definitely the Romantic period,” Tang Xiaoxing replied without hesitation. “The Classical period was the least interesting.”

Ang Lee: "Wait, how come the Classical period is uninteresting?"

Tang Xiaoxing: "There are too many rules and regulations."

Xiao Che: "Indeed."

Ang Lee: "Well, actually I also prefer the Romantic period."

The car gave a helpless look, then picked up its instant noodle bowl and continued eating.

On the TV screen, SpongeBob and Patrick are arguing again.

The noise gave Ang Lee another headache.

"You two can go there yourselves this afternoon, but don't go too late."

After dinner, Ang Lee said something and left home with his car keys.

No sooner had he left than Tang Xiaoxing asked, "What's wrong with the teacher today?"

Xiao Che: "I guess I didn't sleep well last night. The teacher has been under a lot of pressure lately."

Tang Xiaoxing expressed her understanding: "Last year during summer camp, Teacher Chen was the same way before you went, constantly asking what to do, what to do, what to do."

Xiao Che: "Huh? Is that how Teacher Chen is?"

Tang Xiaoxing: "Sometimes he's just like a child."

Xiao Che thought for a moment, and it seemed that the teacher thought the same way: "I guess all boys are like that."

Hahaha! Lunch break time!
"Xiao Xing, I won't set an alarm. Wake me up at two o'clock."

"Okay!"

It felt like the car lost consciousness the moment its head touched the pillow.

She vaguely heard a voice from the upper bunk one last time, but she was already falling asleep.

"Linlin, do you prefer the Baroque period or the Romantic period?"

"moment."

"Linlin?"

Realizing that the car had fallen asleep, Tang Xiaoxing stopped talking.

Unable to fall asleep, Tang Xiaoxing picked up her phone and started playing with it.

She was browsing Taobao when a message popped up.

It was a message sent by Wang Xiaohu in the group.

A photo of the trunk.

The room was filled with bags of various colors, and without even looking closely, it seemed that the bags contained chicken, duck, fish, and meat.

Followed by.

Karajan: Today I'm going to show you all something!
Can the captain cook?
moment.

Little Star: I can't wait!

Less than five seconds later.

My idol: @Karajan, please, please!

Karajan: You doubt me?

My crush: I'm not doubting you, I'm doubting myself. I doubt my body can handle it.

Hahaha, Tang Xiaoxing almost burst out laughing.

Teachers do have a boyish side, after all.

Karajan: You wait.

Male god: Okay, I only have one request: remember to wash your hands before cooking.
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After replying to Wang Xiaohu's message, Li An put away his phone.

Where is Haitao?

"I expect they'll be back soon."

In the lobby of Piano Classroom No. 4, Mu Xin and Yan Zhen were having a lesson on the second floor, while Li An, Lao Tang, and Xiao Yun were waiting for Hai Tao in the lobby on the first floor.

"Forget it, I won't wait any longer."

Ang Lee also called Wang Meili over, and the four of them went over the pick-up procedures for the next two days.

Local Chengdu students who have registered for the summer camp should meet at the entrance of the Fourth Steel Plant the day after tomorrow afternoon, and the buses will depart together.

Apart from Sun Liwen and Huang Chuxian, who will arrive the day after tomorrow at noon, the rest of the teams from outside the province will arrive tomorrow.

Ang Lee: "Sister Xu and I will be in charge of picking up Brother Yan, and you and Mu Xin will be in charge of picking up Wang Han."

Old Tang: "Are two cars enough for you? Aren't there three other judges coming from Yanjing with Brother Yan? Why don't you let Mu Xin drive a car with you too? I can manage on my own with Wang Han, since we're all traveling by bus anyway."

Ang Lee: "I still have Chi Yang, that's enough."

Old Tang: "Oh, okay, that's fine then."

Ang Lee: "Sister Yun, you and Haitao are responsible for picking up Wu Zening. They are taking the train, so you don't need to leave too early tomorrow."

Xiaoyun: "Okay."

Li An: "Sister Meili, the store will be in your hands with Yan Zhen tomorrow. Prepare for the reception work. We may not come; we might go directly to the event venue. I'll let you know in advance."

Wang Meili: "Understood."

The four of them were talking when they heard that Haitao had returned.

Ang Lee: "Everything is done."

Haitao: "It's all set up, in the trunk. Should we bring it in first?"

Ang Lee: "Just put it in your car. We'll take it over tomorrow. By the way, you and Sister Yun will pick up Wu Zening tomorrow."

Haitao: "OK, are we still short of cars? Brother Xu just called me to ask how we're going to arrange things. He's free these next couple of days."

Ang Lee: "Let's forget about him. The baby isn't even 100 days old yet. He doesn't have time for that. That's enough for now."

"In a little while, you guys should find the teacher in charge in the group and privately chat with them to explain the situation. We need to get busy."

Everyone nodded.

Ang Lee: "Any other questions?"

Xiaoyun: "I'll prepare in advance what kind of wine we should drink tomorrow night."

Ang Lee: "I've already prepared the wine. If there's nothing else, I'll head out now. We can talk in the group chat if anything comes up."

Old Tang: "Where are you going?"

Ang Lee: "Going home? Where are you going?"

Old Tang: "I've arranged to see the house with the landlord this afternoon. It'll only take an hour, so I can go with you."

Ang Lee: "Then let's wait for Mu Xin to come along."

Old Tang: "She finishes class at five, so I won't wait for her."

Ang Lee: "Let's go."

On the way home, the two chatted about the house, and Old Tang couldn't contain his excitement.

Ang Lee understood perfectly; he felt the same way back then.

"Anyway, it's all the same. Once you move in, all houses are the same, and your price is even a little cheaper than mine back then."

“My dad also said this price is acceptable.”

"Then don't hesitate, just decide on it. I'll have Brother Zhao go with you then."

"Well, Brother Zhao texted me last night to ask how my decision was going, so I contacted the landlord again this morning. Now I'm thinking about how to express my gratitude to Brother Zhao."

"No need to say anything. You'll need to do some simple modifications later anyway, so just do it for him."

"Shouldn't we at least show some appreciation?"

"Listen to me, no need. Giving him too much is inappropriate, and giving him too little is meaningless. So just hand over the work to him when the time comes."

"Okay, I'll treat you all separately when Sister Xuan comes back."

"Get out of the car now, I won't be going to the store tomorrow morning."

"Don't worry, I'm leaving."

Old Tang got out of the car by the roadside, and Ang Lee then turned into the parking lot.

After parking the car, I bought some fruit and drinks at the supermarket downstairs, and then went to the neighboring community.
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Wang Xiaohu was marinating chicken wings step by step in front of his tablet in the kitchen when he heard the doorbell. He panicked, thinking, "What time is it?!"
Then I heard the teacher's voice.

"Let's eat together, okay? We'll pick up what you bought tonight. Where is he?"

"Sure, sure, I'll go take a look."

Li An handed the bag of fruit to Xu Li, then changed into slippers and went to the kitchen.

"Teacher, why are you here so early?"

"What's up? I just wanted to see what delicious food you're going to make for us. What is this? Orleans chicken wings? You have to admit, it smells pretty good."

“Of course,” Wang Xiaohu turned his head and grinned, “Teacher, why don’t you go to my bed and take a nap? There are still four hours before dinner.”

Li Anle: "Is your bed clean?"

Wang Xiaohu called out loudly, "Mom! Change the teacher's sheets, he wants to sleep in my bed!"

Ang Lee glared: "What nonsense are you spouting!"

Saying that, she left Wang Xiaohu and went back to the living room, "It's okay, Sister Xu, I'm not sleeping. He was just joking."

Xu Li: "If you're sleepy, take a nap. I just changed the sheets in the north bedroom a couple of days ago."

"No, no, I'm not sleeping." Li An waved his hand. "I was thinking of coming over early to help out, but it seems I'm not needed today."

Just then, Wang Xiaohu's voice came from the kitchen: "Just wait and eat!"

Li An raised his voice and replied, "May I play your piano, Conductor Wang?"

Then Wang Xiaohu's voice came from the kitchen again, "Play whatever you want!"

"Sister Xu, you're busy, don't worry about me, I'm going to practice the piano."

Stepping into Wang Xiaohu's bedroom, Ang Lee had to admit that it was indeed much tidier than when he had last visited.

Just as he approached the piano and was about to sit down, his gaze was drawn to a book title on the bookshelf next to him.

"If history were a bunch of cats."

He immediately recalled the scene last year when several children in the car discussed the book, which seemed to have become a huge hit at the time.

He remembered very clearly that Marco said it was a comic book series.

Each episode is based on a historical event and tells the story through the dialogue and performances of a group of cats, which is very vivid and interesting.

"Ugh?"

Suddenly, Ang Lee seemed to have grasped something.

Why can't he interpret the Classical period in a more novel way?
"Ugh."

Ang Lee grinned.

He seems to have an idea.

To paraphrase Wang Xiaohu: I'm truly a genius.