Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 1408, Section 628: Good News and Bach's G Minor
Is this really not just a rumor?

Over the phone, Lao Wei directly asked Li An to come over to his house that afternoon when he had some free time.

After lunch, Chen Xuan told Li An to leave directly, "Don't worry about me. I'll go there myself this afternoon, and you can bring your teacher and teacher's wife over tonight."

Ang Lee: "Okay, you can have the car. I'll take a taxi."

Chen Xuan: "I don't need the car, you can take it. I'm taking the teacher with me tonight."

Ang Lee: "Then how will you get there?"

Chen Xuan: "I can just take a taxi, it'll save me the trouble. I don't want to drive today."

Ang Lee: "Okay, see you tonight, good luck!"

Chen Xuan: "Hmph, send me a message as soon as you have any good news."

After changing his clothes and arriving at the parking lot, Li An sent a message to the car.

Less than two minutes later, Xiao Che replied: Teacher, wait for me!

Tomorrow morning, Grandpa Tang will be leaving Chengdu to return to Beijing, and Ang Lee is thinking of giving the grandfather and grandson some more time alone.

Anyway, it doesn't matter where the little car practices the piano.

Five minutes later, the little car carrying the music bag hopped and skipped into the parking lot.

"teacher!"

"What did you have for lunch?"

"Guess?"

"No need to guess."

At noon, Grandpa Tang made another meal of noodles with soybean paste for the two little girls.

Why did the advisor suddenly call you over?

"That must be good news. When we get there, you can sit with us for a while and then practice your piano. In the afternoon, we'll have some dinner with your teacher and then go to your teacher's wife's concert in the evening."

"Okay, teacher! I'll tell Tiger to go to the concert hall by himself."

"You two agreed to set off together?"

"hold head high."

moment.

"Then tell him to come find us around four or five o'clock, and we'll set off together then."

"Okay, teacher!"

The teacher and student chatted about Bach all the way to the Chengdu Conservatory of Music.

As the start of the new school year approaches, the campus is already bustling with busy faculty, staff, and student council members.

Although Ang Lee had a school vehicle pass, he still parked his car at the school gate.

The teacher and student bought some fruit and milk at the supermarket downstairs in the girls' dormitory, and then went upstairs.

Liang Huilan went out to get her hair permed and hasn't come back yet. Old Wei is using an electric fan by himself.

"Master!"

"Oh, Xiaolinzi, you even bought me fruit? Didn't your teacher tell you about my rules? Take it all away in a bit."

"I do not!"

With a chuckle, Xiao Che put down the fruit he was carrying and went into the living room.

"This girl." Old Wei cheerfully beckoned Li An to come in quickly, "Little Chenchen will go over by herself in a bit, or you should go back and pick her up."

Ang Lee: "She can go there by herself this afternoon, we don't need to worry about her."

Old Wei: "What date are you two leaving?"

Ang Lee: "The flight is the day after tomorrow afternoon."

Old Wei: "Where are Dad and Mom?"

Ang Lee: "Their flight is early the day after tomorrow."

Xiao Che was already sitting quietly on the sofa in the living room. When Lao Wei walked into the living room and saw that Xiao Che was holding the sheet music, he told Xiao Che to go practice the piano.

"Go practice now, we won't bother you in the living room, will we?"

"Of course not!" Xiao Che was worried that his piano practice would disturb the teacher and the advisor's conversation.

Old Wei: "Just practice yours, we can only chat more if we hear you practicing." Li An: "Hurry up and practice, let your advisor give you some pointers later."

As the toy car began its clanging and clattering warm-up, the teacher and student on the sofa started talking.

The matter was not complicated. Just as Li An had heard, the piano department of the Chengdu Conservatory of Music wanted to hire him as a special guest piano teacher.

Old Wei leaned back on the sofa and tapped the file folder on the coffee table with his fingertip: "I called you here today for two reasons: first, to give you the letter of appointment, and second, to discuss the follow-up arrangements."

As he spoke, he pulled out a gold-embossed letter of appointment from his file bag and handed it to Ang Lee.

Ang Lee reached out and took it, his fingertips touching the stiff cover, and opened it to take a look.

The words "Special Lecturer, Piano Department, Rongcheng Conservatory of Music" are clearly and neatly printed in gold lettering, with the conservatory's red seal at the bottom.

"Teacher, you should have told me sooner."

Suddenly overwhelmed with emotion, Ang Lee ran his fingers over the certificate cover. Compared to the empty praise online, this thin certificate of appointment made him feel that his efforts had not been in vain.

Old Wei waved his hand: "I only received a call from Dean Li this morning. You should ask Tianming about this."

Ang Lee sighed, "I knew it! Why would Dean Lee suddenly comment on my performance publicly?"

Old Wei smiled and said, "You should have given a lecture first, but Dean Li specifically instructed that your lecture doesn't need to be at the beginning of the semester."

"Once you've finished your engagement and Lin's performance, the first show can be held at the end of October. The theme will be Russian piano techniques, focusing on Rachmaninoff. We can take advantage of your popularity and let the kids in our academy learn from you."

Ang Lee: "Then I'll have to prepare a concert, right?"

Old Wei: "I'll play the second note of the zither."

Ang Lee: "A band? Our school's youth symphony orchestra?"

Old Wei: "Well, Lao Pei is in charge of the band, so you don't need to worry about that for now. The key is to design the content of the lecture first."

Ang Lee nodded.

Just as the car's warm-up was coming to an end, it began playing a Bach fugue.

Old Wei listened for a couple of minutes and nodded, saying, "The rhythm of your fingertips is indeed much more stable than when you participated in Xiao's competition."

Ang Lee: "Yes, she put a lot of effort into rhythm this summer. The more you practice, the more you gain."

Old Wei shook his head: "This girl's progress all along is inseparable from your teaching."

While it is important to learn deeply, going in the wrong direction without a teacher to guide you is an even bigger problem.

"From now on, we will regularly arrange for you to teach pieces to the top students in the department, and we will follow this approach."

Old Wei looked at Li An and said, "Don't be bound by traditional teaching methods, just follow your own ideas."

Ang Lee nodded in response, glancing at the piano before saying softly, "I have no other problems, I'm just worried that I might not have enough energy and might delay my students' progress."

Old Wei immediately understood what Li An meant and laughed, "Don't worry, there aren't many restrictions on being a guest lecturer. You only need to come two or three times a month, either to give lectures or to provide guidance to top students. The rest of the time you can focus on your own work. The department won't hold you back."

Hearing this, Ang Lee felt relieved, as that was what he had been worried about.

As the teacher and student were talking, a chord suddenly sounded from the piano.

"when!"

The moment the chords sounded, the dust in the music room seemed to pause for a moment.

The music wasn't a smooth legato; the car deliberately slowed down, breaking down the entire musical phrase.

Her right hand played the main melody clearly, while her left hand provided steady accompaniment. After playing two phrases, she stopped and went back two measures to play it again.

Ang Lee nodded. This is still the place we need to practice.

The difficulty of polyphony lies here: the two hands are two independent voices, each needing to be clear yet interlocked.

The transition between the vocal parts in the previous phrase was a bit unclear; the accompaniment notes of the left hand slightly overshadowed the melody line of the right hand.

Before the third attempt, Xiao Che paused, and this time her fingertips hovered in mid-air for two seconds before falling.

Then a "clang" rang out, and Lao Wei and Li An exchanged a glance, realizing that this was exactly what they wanted.

After half an hour.

Wang Xiaohu, carrying a fruit basket, had just reached the entrance of the building when he heard a familiar voice behind him.

"Little Huzi."

Wang Xiaohu turned his head and exclaimed, "Grandma! Wow! Grandma, you got a perm! It looks so beautiful!"

This made Liang Huilan laugh so hard she could hardly close her mouth.