Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 1330, Section 550: Tiger is finally eating fine chaff! [Part 1]

"Does Arlene want it? If not, I'll have all my money."

"No."

Just as Xiao Che put his phone down, Wang Xiaohu's phone next to his feet rang.

"Four in a row! That's not easy."

Wang Xiaohu thought to himself that he had finally won a round. He picked up his phone, glanced at it, and then scratched his head: "It's almost eleven o'clock. How about we call it a day?"

The car owner chimed in, "Let's continue tomorrow night!"

As they talked, everyone started to clean up. Zhang Ya Hui and Xiao Bei put away the playing cards, and Xiao Che tidied up a small bag of trash.

"I'm off now, goodnight everyone!"

After taking the trash from the cart, Brother Tiger said goodbye.

The hallway was still as noisy as it was around 7 or 8 pm. Wang Xiaohu, passing by room 311 while throwing out the trash, called out to the open room.

"We're going to do the ward rounds right away."

"Okay, Captain!"

Back in 308, Wang Xiaohu sent a message to Marco, then took his pajamas and went to the bathroom.

Just as I was taking a shower, I heard the sound of the door unlocking.

"The ward rounds have begun on the fourth floor."

Marco was clearly in high spirits, and Wang Xiaohu understood perfectly.

He was especially excited to see his old team members today.

"Are they all doing well?"

When Wang Xiaohu came out of the shower, Marco was still on the bed, frantically texting someone on his phone.

"It's all pretty good."

Marco rolled over and said, "Although only a year has passed, I feel that everyone has changed a lot."

Wang Xiaohu sighed with some emotion, "Yes, after all, we're another year older. When we meet again next year, it will feel different."

Marco noticed something was off about Wang Xiaohu's tone and asked, somewhat puzzled, "What's wrong? Today isn't even the first official day yet, why are you talking like it's going to end tomorrow?"

"It's nothing," Wang Xiaohu said softly. "I just wanted to say that time flies by too fast. In the blink of an eye, a year has passed, and in the blink of an eye, we may all be going to high school."

Marco nodded in agreement: "So we need to make the most of every day. When Ah Liu comes tomorrow, the three of us will reunite."

Wang Xiaohu suddenly grinned mischievously: "How about the three of us form an alliance?"

Marco grinned mischievously and asked, "How does the alliance work?"

Wang Xiaohu: "No matter what happens tomorrow night, the three of us should quietly maintain our cooperative relationship. We'll divide the girls into first, second, and third place after we've eliminated them all."

Marco: "What a cunning tactic, but I kind of like it."

Hahahaha.

In fact, both children know that this is just a joke.

Marco continued playing on his phone, while Wang Xiaohu dried his hair and went to bed.

A short while later, Teacher Haitao knocked on the door to check on the students.

Wang Xiaohu sent a message to Xiaoche, who replied that Teacher Yuan had just left their room as well.

Lin: Go to sleep now, we need to get up early tomorrow.
'Okay, goodnight Arlene, see you tomorrow morning.'

After clicking send, Wang Xiaohu checked the background music the teacher would use tomorrow, then put down his phone and closed his eyes.

Goodnight Marco, I'm going to sleep now.

Marco was just about to share the treasure video he had just discovered with Wang Xiaohu when he saw this and said goodnight.

Then he casually turned off the light.

Marco thought to himself that Wang Xiaohu must be too tired today.

into the night.

The wind outside the window gradually picked up, carrying a hint of mountain coolness as it crept into the room.

Xiao Bei was already fast asleep, so Xiao Che quietly got up, got out of bed, and walked to the window.

It's almost one o'clock, and laughter can still be heard intermittently coming from one of the windows.

After closing the window, the car set the air conditioning to 28 degrees Celsius, and then the driver went back to bed.

I picked up my phone, opened the Destiny Chart, and watched it for a while. Finally, I couldn't resist the drowsiness, checked the alarm clock, closed my eyes, and fell asleep.
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The first ray of morning light leaped down from the top of Yunxi Mountain.

Old Master Tang Zhongfu and Old Charlie were strolling along the stream.

The morning light, like a mischievous little monkey, rolled around in the mountains before landing on the ground with a thud, illuminating the entire mountain village.

At 7:00 AM sharp, there was no announcement or loudspeaker to wake everyone up, and unlike last year when teachers would knock on the door, there was no assembly time this morning, so everyone could sleep in as late as they wanted.

then.

"Linlin, can I get up later? I'm really sleepy."

Xiao Bei opened her eyes groggily, a tuft of unruly hair sticking up from the end of her head.

They look both cute and pitiful.

"Go to sleep, Xiao Bei."

The car had already finished washing up and changing its clothes.

Having received the instruction that she could continue sleeping, Xiao Bei buried her head back under the covers.

Like Xiao Bei, most of the children were still dreaming.

After waiting for a while at the elevator entrance on the third floor, Tang Xiaoxing and Wang Xiaohu arrived one after the other.

"Where's Xiaobei?"

"He hasn't gotten up. Where's Liu Zige?"

"He hasn't gotten up. Where's Marco?"

"They didn't get up. Where's the teacher?"

Just then, all three of their phones rang at the same time.

My crush in the group chat @everyone: Let's meet at the restaurant!
five minutes later.

restaurant.

Compared to the bustling scene last night, the restaurant now appears unusually quiet.

The first thing the three children saw when they arrived at the cafeteria was the teachers having their meal.

"Teacher, did you drink too much yesterday?"

"Drank too much? Did I drink yesterday?"

"Tch! That's not clever at all. You're just drunk, aren't you?"

"Hurry up and eat your food, who knows who will drink more?"

Ang Lee got up in the morning and knocked on Novak's door, but there was no response.

According to Novak himself, he gets up at 6:30 every morning.

Li An thought it might be due to jet lag, anyway, he got up.

"Let Grandpa Tang listen to your program first, and then we'll go over it again after you've finished."

Wang Xiaohu was overjoyed; such an opportunity to learn up close was rare. He immediately asked, "Is Grandpa Tang up yet?"

Tang Xiaoxing: "Grandpa goes out for a walk every day at five o'clock."

Wang Xiaohu: "Wow, teacher, can I shamelessly sit next to Grandpa Tang and listen in later?"

Ang Lee: "As long as you have thick skin."

Hahahaha.

Wang Xiaohu pursed his lips: "It sounds like you're swearing at me."

Ann Lee: "I'm just repeating what you said."

"Hmph!" Little Tiger swallowed the thick omelet in his hand in one gulp, slurping, "Not bad for breakfast!"
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Twenty minutes later, the four teachers and students arrived at the auditorium.

Xiao Che felt like she was returning to a familiar place; the last time she came here was to attend Uncle Fu Tianming's wedding.

Compared to the previous setup, this time the venue was more like a small concert hall combined with a piano exhibition hall.

The venue was divided in two: the left side was the stage and seating area, while the right side had two pianos placed in each of the four corners of the open space.

Wang Xiaohu boldly guessed that the area on the right was probably where they had been holding their recent open classes.

"Grandpa is there."

Following the direction Tang Xiaoxing pointed, the car came into view.

Grandpa Tang wasn't sitting in the audience; instead, he was pacing around the connection between the stage and the audience area, as if checking the safety of the platform for going up on stage. "You three go ahead."

After finishing his speech, Ang Lee sat down in the audience section closest to the door.

This made Wang Xiaohu embarrassed: "Teacher, please go ahead. I feel awkward going alone. Or you could tell Grandpa Tang."

"Stop dawdling." Li An said impatiently, looking down as he took out his phone.

Just then, a shout came.

"Wang Xiaohu!"

Wang Xiaohu jumped at the sound and then ran towards the stage with a grin.

"Grandpa Tang is here!"

This really confused Tang Xiaoxing; she thought the captain was genuinely embarrassed.

"Let's go, Xiaoxing!" Xiaoche grabbed Tang Xiaoxing's arm.

Two little girls followed Wang Xiaohu and walked quickly toward the stage.
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"You two warm up."

Grandpa Tang had been waiting for a long time. While the two young girls were warming up, he and Wang Xiaohu sat down in the audience and chatted for a while.

We didn't talk about conducting or music; it was just about everyday things.

This actually made Wang Xiaohu feel much more relaxed.

Wang Xiaohu: "Grandpa Tang, you've been to Chengdu before, haven't you?"

Grandpa Tang: "I've been here a few times. There's so much better food in Chengdu."

Wang Xiaohu: "Haha, there are lots of delicious foods in Yanjing. As long as you can handle spicy food, there are delicious foods everywhere here. If you have time, I'll take you to eat something delicious that I guarantee you've never eaten before!"

Grandpa Tang: "Oh? Then I'll have to trouble you to take me to try it."

Wang Xiaohu: "When will you be returning to Yanjing?"

Grandpa Tang smiled and said, "At the end of the month."

Wang Xiaohu's eyes widened. The end of the month?!

"Shh." Old Master Tang made a shushing gesture, then whispered, "Tang Xiaoxing doesn't know yet, your teacher doesn't know either, and right now only you do know. You have to keep this a secret for me for the time being."

Wang Xiaohu immediately looked puzzled. "What did you just say?"

Grandpa Tang was taken aback, then burst into laughter, thinking to himself that this kid was really interesting.

"Alright, let's go up on stage and take a look."

"okay!"

Wang Xiaohu got up and took out a large music book folder from his schoolbag, which was about the size of an A4-sized dictionary.

Grandpa Tang: "Wow, such a big music folder, what kind of music is inside?"

Wang Xiaohu: "There are full scores for the band, as well as snippets of the band performance, everything is included."

He looked embarrassed as he spoke, "It's all a mess, hehe."

Mr. Tang: "Don't young people nowadays all like to use tablets to read sheet music? It's so convenient. A thin electronic screen can hold tens of thousands of sheet music scores."

Wang Xiaohu touched his nose: "I still feel more connected to the sheet music on paper."

Grandpa Tang: "How so?"

Wang Xiaohu: "Looking at the electronic version of the sheet music feels like the notes are all electronically synthesized, but touching the paper sheet music allows me to imagine the different sounds played by various musicians."

Grandpa Tang: "Do you have their version of the full score?"

Wang Xiaohu: "Yes, it was just printed."

Grandpa Tang smiled but didn't say anything more, and walked onto the stage first.

"Aren't you two about done?"

The two little girls in front of the piano stopped playing and nodded in unison.

"Then let's get started."

Xiao Che looked at Tang Xiaoxing, who nodded in agreement. The two had already discussed it and would play the version they had practiced for the first time.

The two held their breath and focused, and the next second, all four hands rose and fell at the same time.

"Clang! Clang!"

The motive of destiny resounded throughout the hall, carrying an unwavering conviction.

It was exactly the same as the first time Wang Xiaohu heard it. Although he was amazed by the reverberation effect on stage at this moment, he still felt that this treatment lacked drama.

However, he later reflected on himself and realized that he should have learned to listen when faced with different opinions.

He was listening intently when he heard Grandpa Tang's voice beside him.

"music score."

Upon hearing this, Wang Xiaohu quickly flipped to the page of the four-hand piano piece "Fate," only to realize that the score had been completely messed up by his own drawing yesterday morning.

"Um, Grandpa Tang's sheet music is a bit messy."

"The score for a conductor only needs to be understandable to himself, thank you."

Grandpa Tang smiled as he took the sheet music from Wang Xiaohu, seemingly no longer paying attention to the music playing in his ears.

He was immediately drawn to the handwriting above the first paragraph; it was a fairly neat sentence.

Fate should strike unexpectedly.

Following that sentence, he saw similar narrative annotations, and at some connection points, he could even see requirements for the timbre of the melodic voice.

The voice should be even and soft.

Forward! Sprint! Try to break through the dark clouds!

Before the two little girls had even finished playing, Grandpa Tang had already read through the first movement marked by Wang Xiaohu.

Wang Xiaohu then found a large chair that could barely hold the sheet music. "Grandpa Tang, please put it here and read it."

"Thank you," Mr. Tang said, closing the sheet music and placing it on the chair. "I've finished reading it."

After watching it, Wang Xiaohu was astonished, but also felt a strange excitement. Was this the speed at which the Godfather of Conductors could read music?
In less than two minutes, the entire piece of music was finished.

Six minutes later, as three complex chords fell, the entire hall was filled with a breathtaking feeling.

moment.

The two little girls in front of the piano stopped playing at the same time.

"Wow—"

Three rounds of applause rang out from the audience.

Wang Xiaohu looked back and noticed that, without him noticing, Teacher X and his mother had joined the teacher.

What kind of work is "Fate"?

Grandpa Tang suddenly asked a question. His voice was not loud, but it was full of authority, as if he were asking one of the three children, or as if he were asking everyone in the audience.

The car: "Symphony".

Grandpa Tang nodded.

After a long pause, he said, "When a composer is creating a symphonic work, people expect it to be a large-scale piece."

"Wang Xiaohu, answer me, what is a large-scale piece of music?"

Wang Xiaohu pondered for a moment, “Multiple movements, sufficient vocal support, and sufficient duration.”

Mr. Tang: "Sufficient voice support, sufficient duration, very good. Can you tell me which is Beethoven's first symphonic work that can be considered a large-scale symphony?"

Wang Xiaohu answered decisively, "The Third Symphony, Hero."

Upon hearing this, Old Master Tang's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile. "Reason."

Wang Xiaohu: "First of all, before this work was created, symphonic works usually did not exceed thirty-five minutes in length, and were generally around thirty minutes long, while the length of Heroic is fifty minutes."

"Secondly, Beethoven added a third horn to it, which further expanded the concept of the symphony."

Mr. Tang once again showed his appreciation, saying, "It can be said that starting with this work, Beethoven's expression became richer than that of Mozart and Haydn."

"But there is one thing you must remember: Beethoven came from the classical tradition of Mozart and Haydn."

"No matter what, when studying Beethoven's music, one must never step out of this context."

Ang Lee noticed what Mr. Tang had just said.

Mr. Tang was saying that Beethoven came from the classical tradition period of Mozart and Haydn, not that Beethoven belonged to the classical tradition period.

The word "from" is used particularly brilliantly.

Ang Lee learned a lot.

Boss X smiled and said, "The old man hasn't talked about these things in a long time. I can't even remember the last time."

Xu Li had already turned on the camera.

(End of this chapter)