Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 1399, Section 619: A Brief Account of a Concert [Part 2]

Ang Lee was truly moved.

When he designed this set of pieces, he did not overly scrutinize the source of each work.

But in fact, he did incorporate his own love-hate relationship with Czerny from his youth into this repertoire.

For example, the 299 articles that were debated for a long time back then.

For example, this poem, number 740, has 27 lines.

He really liked that piece of music at the time.

Of course, it's not that he doesn't like it now, but liking it now and liking it back then are not the same feeling.

That's pretty much how people are.

The things we wanted as children but didn't get, even when we get them as adults, no longer fulfill the same expectations we had as children.

Perhaps to make up for the regrets of his childhood, Ang Lee placed this piece at the end of the concert.

As he drove the little car on the stage, the little regret that had been buried in his heart for many years finally disappeared.

very nice.

"teacher."

"Ah."

"I think I understand why harmony is so important."

"Tell me."

“Harmony is like a series of doors; only when the doors are opened can the melody know where to go.”

"It makes sense."

"Hehe! Arlene is really awesome."

"of course."

"Teacher, will you go upstairs to give her the flowers later?"

"Your master's wife goes upstairs."

"What about you?"

"I'm not going up."

"Can you do me a favor? Could you please deliver my flowers to her for me later?"

Ang Lee nodded.
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As the music grew brighter, the little car's eyes also grew brighter.

It's like a passion that comes from the bottom of one's heart.

It's also like a joy that blends seamlessly with the music.

"when."

As the last chord fell, it was like fireworks blooming in the night sky.

The entire concert hall was silent for a few seconds before a wave of applause and cheers swept through the venue.

Many audience members stood up and applauded enthusiastically, paying their warmest respect to the young woman in a black dress in front of the piano.

The applause came in waves, one after another.

Amid cheers, the car bowed three times in each direction below the stage.

Under the warm yellow light, her cheeks were rosy, and her eyes seemed to glisten with a hint of moisture.

She then sat back down on the piano bench and performed an encore that she had carefully prepared for the audience.

The Nightingale of Glinka.

She should have gone backstage first, and then returned to the stage amidst applause.

But she didn't do that, as if she didn't want to make every audience member wait even a second longer.

The enchanting melody accompanied her fingertips as they danced, and as the nightingale's last note faded, applause erupted once more from the audience.

Xiao Che stood up again, and this time she began to wave to the audience, her skirt swaying gently like a bird spreading its wings.

Xiao Bei was the first to rush onto the stage.

Xiao Bei was holding a cluster of pink flowers.

The two little girls hugged each other warmly on the stage.

Following closely behind were Qiao Zhizhi and Zhang Jiaze.

Tang Xiaoxing.

A Liu Marco.

Nail Chen Xuan.

One familiar figure after another rose from every corner of the audience, carrying flowers as they walked onto the stage.

"Wow————"

"Thank you! Thank you, Master's wife!"

The little car was already too big to hold, and even the things next to the piano were almost too big to fit in.

"Wow!!!!!!!"

At this moment, the appearance of a figure immediately pushed the atmosphere of the scene to a new climax.

"Grandmaster!!"

The driver quickly freed his hands and rushed to greet them.

"Xiaolinzi was really amazing today!"

"Grandmaster, you're making fun of me!"

"I don't have any!" The grandfather and grandson joked as Xiao Che accepted the flowers offered by Grandpa Wei.

"Thank you, Grandmaster!"

"You're welcome, you're welcome. Where's your teacher? I haven't seen him at all."

Just then, Ang Lee walked onto the stage from the backstage entrance, holding a bouquet of white flowers.

"Haha, I'll go down first then."

"Please don't rush off."

Ang Lee called out to Wei Sanwan repeatedly, but Wei seemed not to hear him and turned away from the stage.

"That old man is really something."

"Na."

Walking up to the car, Li An presented the flowers with both hands, then bent down and whispered, "Someone asked me to give these to you. Hmm, you look especially good today, a perfect 100!"

"Thank you, teacher!" Xiao Che chuckled as he accepted the flowers.

Ang Lee: "Shall we take our final bow?"

Car: "Yeah!"

The teacher and student went to the front together and bowed again to the audience.

"Whoa!!!!!!!!!"

After the concert officially ended, Ang Lee invited everyone to come on stage for a group photo.

The photo took half an hour to take.

The little car has become incredibly popular; everyone wants to take a picture with it alone.

Ang Lee couldn't bear to see Wang Xiaohu looking so pitiful, so he offered to let Xiao Che and Wang Xiaohu share a ticket.

"Come on, let me take a picture of you two."

The camera captured Xiao Che's appearance on the last day of her thirteenth year, holding a bouquet of pure white flowers, her face beaming with joy.

Standing next to her was Wang Xiaohu, dressed in a summer outfit that was both casual and formal, and he looked slightly nervous.

The two children in the photo are standing at a distance that is neither too close nor too far apart.

"Crack!"
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Although Old Tang missed tonight's concert, fortunately, the home-buying process went exceptionally smoothly today.

He took advantage of the midnight hour to catch up on tonight's concert.

After listening to the entire piece, he published an article titled "Transformation" on the WeChat official account of Piano Classroom No. 4.

The cover features two photos.

One photo is of Xiao Che from two years ago, showing him carrying a small red backpack from behind.

One photo is from today's stage performance; she's dressed in a black evening gown, exuding an air of elegance and grace.

Old Tang used more than two thousand words to describe the changes he saw in the car over the past two years.

Finally, he wrote in response to tonight's concert:
This concert, themed around Czerny etudes, is not only a showcase of the achievements of a high-level learning phase, but also a tribute to growth.

'A tribute to every day and night of perseverance, a tribute to every step forward on the piano journey, and a tribute to the technical and artistic beauty inherent in the etudes themselves.'

May every child who loves music shine with their own unique light in the most beautiful night sky.

Let's look forward to it together!
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The next morning at 7:30, Chen Xuan drove to Rong Ai's woodwind quintet rehearsal for the day.

After Ang Lee woke up, he called the car.

Happy birthday!

"Hehe, thank you, teacher."

Are you practicing the piano today?

"Practice for a little while longer, Xiao Bei and the others will be here at noon."

"You're starting at noon?"

"They wanted to do their own barbecue, since there was no one in the shop in the afternoon anyway, so we prepared our dinner in advance."

"Oh, I'm so happy! Okay, then be careful. I'll come at six o'clock this afternoon."

"We've been waiting for you!"

After hanging up the phone in the car, Li An went downstairs to the bank.

As he and Chen Xuan had agreed beforehand, they each gave each other a red envelope.

Back home, Ang Lee started practicing the piano, as his concert was the next night.

There are less than thirty-six hours left.

Time flew by and it was already three o'clock in the afternoon.
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In front of the barbecue grill.

"Little Tiger, you baked it very well."

"Thank you bro!"

"Do you feel warm?"

"It's not hot at all."

"Wipe the sweat."

"Brother, I didn't sweat."

As he spoke, Wang Xiaohu raised his hand and wiped his forehead.

The nail standing to the side was greatly puzzled.

(End of this chapter)