Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 1325 545.1V2! The Temporal Context of Fate's Arrival

"The oil temperature is too high, turn off the ignition."

"I didn't tell you to turn off the fire."

"The fire got too big. It's burnt!"

"Oh well, forget it, Tiger, you should learn how to use an air fryer."
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Half an hour later.

The camera pans to the dining table in the restaurant.

At first glance, tonight's dinner looks very lavish.

Upon closer inspection, tonight's dinner was incredibly lavish.

Except for the plate of fish pieces that were fried until they were slightly burnt.

Fortunately, Wang Xiaohu's Mapo Tofu looked like a great success.

Before the meal, the five of them—two adults and three children—clinked glasses.

"welcome!"

"Thank you for your hard work, Auntie!"

"The captain is great too."

"Everyone is excellent, let's have a toast."

"cheers!"

"cheers!"

"cheers!"

Apart from Ang Lee, the rest of the staff are all from Uni-President Juice.

"Please give me a chance."

Wang Xiaohu put down his cup and asked everyone to wait a moment.

Everyone was confused.

"Teacher, please try this Mapo Tofu first."

So that's how it is. The two little girls chuckled to themselves. Wang Xiaohu was still holding a grudge. All he did was get the teacher say before lunch that the fish pieces looked like stinky tofu.

"I'll try it."

Ang Lee took the spoon from Wang Xiaohu, scooped up a piece of bright red tofu, and put it in his mouth.

Then, with an "Oh my!" he exclaimed, "You know what, it's really good."

“You guys should try it,” Ang Lee said, digging up another piece and continuing to praise, “I really wouldn’t believe it was made by Wang Xiaohu if you didn’t tell me.”

Upon hearing this, the two little girls picked up their spoons.

Tang Xiaoxing took a bite, and the look of surprise on her face was genuine: "It's delicious!"

The little car gave a thumbs up and kept making noises, too busy to say anything.

Only then did Wang Xiaohu reveal a smug look, and he said with a smile, "It's not entirely my fault that the fish wasn't fried properly; Alin's instructions were also problematic."

Xu Li pouted: "Come on, who can you blame if you didn't control the oil temperature properly?"

Wang Xiaohu reasoned, "I have my own rhythm."

Just as Xiao Che was about to speak, Wang Xiaohu grinned mischievously and said, "But it was Ah Lin who taught me how to make Mapo Tofu, and I made it perfectly on my first try."

"You're awesome~" the little car grinned.

Tang Xiaoxing chimed in, "The captain is the best!"

Seeing this, Wang Xiaohu smiled helplessly: "I admit I was wrong, okay?"

Ang Lee raised his hand: "Alright, alright, let's eat. We're all starving."

"Let's eat, let's eat," Xu Li asked who wanted rice. "Are we eating later or now?"

The little car raised its hand: "Auntie, I'll eat now."

Tang Xiaoxing: "I'll eat now too!"

Ang Lee: "I don't want that, I want to eat meat."

Wang Xiaohu: "Mom, you sit down, I'll go get the rice."

And so, a joyful and cozy dinner began.

It's clear that the main focus today is on the three children.

The three children ate and talked, one after another, and Wang Xiaohu would often become the target of their "attacks".

The two adults would occasionally exchange a few words, but most of the time they simply served as smiling background figures.

An hour and a half passed in the blink of an eye, and most of the food on the table was still left, but the three children had already put down their chopsticks.

Even Tang Xiaoxing, who usually pays great attention to her appearance, couldn't help but lean back in her chair and touch her bulging belly.

I'm really tired of feeding the kids.

"Auntie, I really can't eat anymore," Tang Xiaoxing said.

Xu Li then looked at the car and said, "Linlin, have some more."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Che picked up his chopsticks, but ultimately shook his head.

"If you're full, you don't need to eat anymore." Xu Li was worried that the two children hadn't eaten enough, so she said, "Rest for a while and have some fruit."

"Still eating fruit?" Wang Xiaohu felt like he was about to throw up and said with a worried look on his face, "Anyway, I can't eat anymore."

Li An, however, hadn't stopped eating. He picked up a piece of fried fish and said, "I told you to eat less rice, are you out of stomach? Sigh, if you can't eat anymore, then don't eat. You three go play for a while."

Play?
playing what?
The three children looked at each other.
"Teacher, do you still want to eat?" Xiao Che asked.

“Eat up,” Li An said, wiping his mouth with a tissue. He knew what Xiao Che meant. “I haven’t finished eating yet. We’ll clean up together at the end.”

The car nodded.

Xu Li: "Go have fun. Watch TV if you want, play computer games if you want, do whatever you want."

Ang Lee suddenly smiled and said, "I'll find you guys something to do."

The three children all looked over at once.

"Che Lin and Xiao Xing, you two play Fate, just treat it as practice, and let Wang the conductor practice too."

"Is it okay!?" Little Tiger's eyes lit up when he heard that! Why didn't he think of that before!

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

As far as he knows, there is a practical course in the university's conducting department that involves conducting condensed versions of symphonic works for two pianos.

And this setup! Che Lin and Tang Xiaoxing's dual piano duo, wow, that's amazing!
Ang Lee laughed: "Are you two capable? Give Director Wang a chance to learn."

Wang Xiaohu: "Yes, yes, yes! Give me a chance to learn, and I'll treat you two to Er Mao Spicy Hot Pot next time!"

"I have no problem." Tang Xiaoxing stood up with a grin.

Then Wang Xiaohu looked at the car pleadingly.

"Then please give us some pointers, Mr. Wang." With that, the car stood up.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!" Wang Xiaohu couldn't wait any longer. "Do you have sheet music?"

Car: "I'll send it to you, take a look on your tablet first."

Tang Xiaoxing: "Captain, have you ever read the score for an orchestra?"

Wang Xiaohu: "I've seen it more than once! I've played it with various orchestras' versions at least ten times, and I can even recite the first movement by heart."

Tang Xiaoxing: "Uh."

Wang Xiaohu: "Really! You can ask Alin if you don't believe me."

Xiao Che: "I can vouch for him; he probably practiced more than ten times."

"It's not that I don't believe it," Tang Xiaoxing quickly explained. "I'm just a little incredulous; this is the first time I've ever heard of such a thing."

Ang Lee laughed: "How so?"

Tang Xiaoxing: "In my understanding, the conducting learning process may not involve such a situation. Beethoven's Fifth Symphony is too daunting for a graduate-level conducting student."

Ang Lee understood. Tang Xiaoxing's implication was that Wang Xiaohu was just a middle school student who had just started learning to conduct and was completely incapable of handling such a work.

"How did you swing it?" he asked Wang Xiaohu with great interest.

Wang Xiaohu didn't think there was anything wrong with it: "Just wave it around, look at the score, listen to the orchestra, and follow the conductor's movements in the video."

Tang Xiaoxing frowned: "Why don't you analyze why the commander in the video is waving his arms like that?"

Wang Xiaohu smiled confidently: "No, because Karajan said that as a conductor, you must first listen to your own heart."

Tang Xiaoxing: "." "Then please invite Instructor Wang." The car made a gesture of invitation.

Wang Xiaohu knew that Tang Xiaoxing hadn't understood him, but it seemed that he hadn't explained it clearly either. It didn't matter; he also wanted to put his ideas into practice, and they could discuss it again later.
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The three children came into the bedroom, and just to be on the safe side, Wang Xiaohu asked Xiao Che to send him the sheet music.

"You two warm up first."

As he spoke, he carefully looked at it from the beginning, and it must be said that the beginning of the four-hand version and the orchestral version were almost identical.

Three more minutes passed, and he had a general idea of ​​what was going on.

"Aren't you two about done?"

"We can start anytime."

"Okay, then I'll listen to your beginning first. I might interrupt at any time."

Wang Xiaohu seemed to have already entered the state of preparing to direct a rehearsal.

He walked to the side of the piano, bowed his head, and said to the two people in front of it, "Relax."

Tang Xiaoxing tried her best to calm herself down, but she did feel a little strange at the moment. It wasn't that she didn't trust the captain.

To be honest, she doesn't think the team leader can truly master this piece by simply imitating others.

However, as the lead vocalist, she will cooperate with the leader as much as possible.

Xiao Che's idea was completely different from Tang Xiaoxing's; she believed that Wang Xiaohu must have his own insights into this work.

Because she and Wang Xiaohu had discussed various musical works on more than one occasion, Wang Xiaohu never spoke casually about symphonic works.

Furthermore, she doesn't see anything wrong with learning by following videos. From her own experience, while the method of learning music is important, what's even more important is how to feel and understand music during the learning process.

Beethoven could not produce a second Beethoven, but he could produce a first Czerny.

The two have completely different musical styles.

Therefore, she did not agree with what Tang Xiaoxing had just said.

She will do her best to cooperate with Tang Xiaoxing to realize Hu Zi's idea, and the rest is up to Hu Zi.

Five seconds later, the two girls glanced at each other out of the corner of their eyes, and then raised their hands at the same time.

"Clang clang clang-!"

The moment the resounding theme of destiny exploded, Douhua, who had been lingering outside the bedroom door, seemed to have seen something unclean and was so frightened that she hid everywhere.

At the dinner table, Ang Lee picked up another piece of fried fish. "It's really quite delicious. Did you marinate it or did he marinate it?"

“It’s a semi-finished product that was already marinated when I bought it,” Xu Li smiled. “But the Mapo Tofu was indeed made by him. He kept grumbling about it all day, saying that he would definitely surprise you.”

Lee Ann-lo, "Him—"

Just then, the piano music in the bedroom suddenly stopped.
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The two girls who were told to stop stopped at the same time.

Car: "Please speak."

Tang Xiaoxing: "Please speak."

Wang Xiaohu frowned and shook his head. "You played very well, exceptionally well."

Tang Xiaoxing thought to herself, "That tone is exactly like the teacher's..."

"But I feel like you're not in the right state of mind."

Car: "Entering the current state?"

Wang Xiaohu: "Yes, to my ears, you've filled your place too full."

Tang Xiaoxing: "Too full?"

Isn't this a bit like nitpicking?
Car: "Do you mean sound?"

Wang Xiaohu continued to shake his head, leaning against the piano and looking out the window, as if he was thinking about something.

After a moment, he said, "It's not about the timbre, it's about the state of being, or more precisely, the state of being portrayed during the performance."

The two girls understood what Wang Xiaohu meant, but that only made them more confused.

The strong emotion of the first theme of the opening section of the Fate movement was personally marked by Beethoven himself on the score.

How can you express strong emotions if you don't play with your fullest energy and focus?

No orchestral version begins without this state.

"Xiaoxing, you should know that Beethoven himself did not name this piece."

Tang Xiaoxing nodded: "It's the publisher."

Wang Xiaohu: "But he wrote a few words above the first theme of the work."

He paused, then said, "Fate is knocking on the door."

Just as Wang Xiaohu uttered the words "fate is knocking on the door," the car seemed to have a momentary hallucination, as if its teacher was standing beside the piano.

From his eyes and tone of voice to even the rhythm of his pronunciation, Wang Xiaohu seemed to be possessed by his teacher.

Tang Xiaoxing: "Yes."

Wang Xiaohu: "What kind of fate is knocking on the door? Is it dangerous or bitter? It certainly isn't happy, otherwise Uncle Bei would have no reason to resist and get rid of his bad habits."

Tang Xiaoxing admitted that she almost laughed, but she vaguely understood what Wang Xiaohu was trying to say, and unconsciously felt a little more appreciative of him.

Xiao Che: "Are you saying our opening wasn't dramatic enough?"

Wang Xiaohu: "Yes! It lacks the feeling of being startled."

Xiao Che: "When misfortune strikes suddenly, we shouldn't be in a state of complete preparedness."

Tang Xiaoxing thought to herself, "Linlin is right. In her opinion, Wang Xiaohu is also trying to express the same meaning."

"Hey, hey, hey." Wang Xiaohu pouted, a little annoyed. "They stole my lines."

Hahahaha.

Wang Xiaohu: "Hey, hey, stop laughing. That's exactly what I meant. If I were handling this, I definitely wouldn't have started with such strong emotions. The fighting spirit I was prepared for right from the beginning isn't fate, it's 'Come on, fate!'"

Hahahahaha!
The two little girls were amused again.

This time, Tang Xiaoxing had to admit defeat; Wang Xiaohu's explanation had moved her. But the problem was...
Little Car Heart Smile truly lives up to his name, Tiger; he certainly didn't disappoint.

However, "How to solve it is now up to you."

Tang Xiaoxing added, "We are fully cooperating."

Wang Xiaohu grinned and held up a finger, saying, "Slow down. The first theme or motivation at the beginning must be slow, it must be sustained, it must spread little by little, creating a sense of uncertainty about what will happen next."

Even misfortune comes from the unknown.

"Only when people first feel this sense of the unpredictability of fate, and then as the motif in the third movement gradually fades, will they gradually feel the dawn of victory. What should your performance state be like at that time, right? Do you have any feeling about it?"

Car: "Me"

Wang Xiaohu interrupted: "I know you only played the first movement, but its overall emotion is complete."

"Of course, of course, the above is just my personal opinion, which is completely contrary to your performance."

As he spoke, Little Tiger gradually faded from his commanding state and smiled shyly.

"I can't play the feeling I'm talking about either, and I don't have a band to practice with. Maybe I'm just imagining things. Don't laugh at me, haha."

"No! Captain, your explanation is amazing!" Tang Xiaoxing had to take back her previous thoughts; she had been presumptuous.

The captain's issue is no longer just about going in; he's gone from going in to coming out, and he has his own interpretation of the entire piece.

"so amazing!"

Wang Xiaohu quickly waved his hand: "No, no, you guys continue. I promise I won't interrupt this time. You play, and I'll practice swinging along."

The car looked at Tang Xiaoxing, who nodded to indicate that she understood.

After spending time together day and night and practicing side by side, the two have developed a tacit understanding.

With just a glance, they understood what the other wanted to say.

next second.

The two raised their hands again.

In the instant the finger touched the ground, fate struck once again.

This time, however, its pace became somewhat bewildering.

At the dining table outside, Ang Lee picked up his wine glass, then put it down again.

Xu Li asked in bewilderment, "Why is it so much slower?"

"Shh." Li An made a silencing gesture.

(End of this chapter)