Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 1409, Section 629: Is it concern? A picture exhibition!
Pushing open the door, Wang Xiaohu followed the housewife into the house and waved obediently to his grandpa.

Then he went behind the piano and sat down.

Xiao Che knew Wang Xiaohu was coming, but he didn't expect him to arrive so early.

So she thought that since she was already here, she might as well not just sit around doing nothing.

She stopped and asked Wang Xiaohu to get the tablet from her bag.

Wang Xiaohu didn't know why Alin suddenly wanted the tablet. As he stood up, he saw that the teacher had already handed him the tablet.

"Thank you, teacher."

After receiving the tablet from the teacher, Wang Xiaohu handed it to Xiao Che.

The car unlock code was swiped twice, and the orchestral score of Bach's Piano Concerto in G minor appeared on the screen.

"Na."

Wang Xiaohu's mouth involuntarily opened as he took the item.

Suddenly I'm full of energy!
And so, one continued practicing the piano, while the other occasionally waved his fingers according to the score.

Occasionally, the two children would stop and chat for a while.

At first, Lao Wei didn't say anything, just watched the two children and smiled. Later, when Li An went to the kitchen to help prepare lunch, there was no one to talk to, so Lao Wei moved closer to the two children.

"Please have a seat, sir!"

Just as Wang Xiaohu was about to get up and lift his buttocks, Lao Wei pressed down on his shoulder, "Xiaohuzi, what you just said is not right."

The car also stopped and turned its head.

Where is that piece of sheet music?

Before Lao Wei could finish speaking, Wang Xiaohu quickly raised the tablet.

“Yes, yes, that’s it,” Lao Wei pointed to the screen. “When ascending this scale, you can do it like climbing stairs, one step at a time, without rushing.”

"This fits the style of Baroque music, but what about the downward strokes? Is this step-by-step feeling still necessary?"

Wang Xiaohu wanted to shake his head, but this was probably what the advisor wanted to correct him about.

After a moment's hesitation, he nodded.

Old Wei grinned: "That's right, the descent still has to be like this. The descent in Bach's works can't be let fall like a leaf; it still has to be solid."

Wang Xiaohu: "Yes! I understand, Master."

Xiao Che silently observed Wang Xiaohu from the side, knowing that Wang Xiaohu did not agree with the advisor's words.
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After a simple but delicious meal, the family of five prepared to head to the Chengdu Concert Hall.

The two children nimbly went downstairs first.

Actually, Xiao Che secretly asked Wang Xiaohu to go downstairs earlier during the meal.

"what's wrong?"

Before even leaving the building, Wang Xiaohu couldn't help but ask.

"I feel that descending scales don't necessarily have to be played step by step."

The car turned its head in response, "Sometimes you have to stick to your own ideas."

Wang Xiaohu was taken aback: "Is this all you wanted to tell me?"

Xiao Che shrugged: "Otherwise, I feel like the advisor might not have understood what you meant."

Wang Xiaohu smiled and said, "I understand what the advisor means, that's enough."

After a pause, he said, "Don't worry, I will definitely stick to my own path!"

The little car pouted: "Showing off."

Wang Xiaohu: "Ahem, Ah Lin, are you worried about me?"

The little car tilted its head and thought for a moment: "I guess so."

A late summer breeze blew by, and both boys smiled.
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Time flies, and it's already time for tonight's concert.

As the lights in the concert hall gradually dimmed, the atmosphere quieted down.

The first piece tonight is a major work: Mussorgsky's Painting Exhibition.

When the stage was completely dark and no one could see anything, a spotlight fell on the center of the stage a few seconds later.

The lights illuminated the five musicians and their instruments.

"Wow——————"

The applause fell.

Teacher Xiaomi, sitting on the far left, looked around, brought the flute close to her lips, and lightly touched the tone hole with her fingertips.

At the same moment, her partner, the oboe player sitting next to her, had his fingertips taut, the clarinet player had his mouth agape and head bowed, the bassoon player had taken a deep breath, and the French horn player's eyes were already fixed on her.

This is the tacit understanding that the five of them have built up through rehearsals over the past few days.

As the first part of this piece, the flute is the lead player.

Those familiar with this work know that most of the whimsical notes Mussorgsky wrote are connected by the higher register.

Clearly, in the absence of a conductor, Ms. Xiaomi, who is in charge of the flute section, is the stage conductor at this moment.

She glanced around, then slightly raised and lowered her flute, sending her breath into the mouthpiece first. The next second...

A clear flute note pierced the air, and the entire concert hall seemed to enter through a solemn door.

Theme: Stroll.

The notes moved at a steady pace, like footsteps on the floor tiles of an art gallery, one after another, calm yet with a touch of warmth.

In just a few seconds, all the eyes of the audience were focused on her.

Ang Lee stared intently without blinking.

Teacher Xiaomi's fingertips moved quickly but calmly, pronouncing each note accurately and ending each note cleanly, subtly conveying a guiding force.

Then the oboe followed closely behind, its tone rich and mellow, as if echoing her steps.

The clarinet melody then follows, supported by the bassoon's low notes, while the French horn's harmony arrives at just the right moment, filling the gaps.

When the sounds of the five instruments came together, the solemn harmony gave many audience members goosebumps.

Teacher Xiaomi kept her attention on her partner's tone so that she could make adjustments based on the music at any time.

When we reach the Tuileries Garden section, the melody suddenly becomes lighter and more cheerful.

The flute's notes became lively, like a group of children chasing each other, chattering away.

She deliberately held her breath, making her voice crisper and brighter, with a touch of playfulness.

Hearing the oboe's note sound a little ethereal, she subtly paused her fingertips for a half-beat.

Then a short, embellished note followed, like a gentle tug on a companion's hand.

The oboe player immediately understood, and the tone steadily returned to her rhythm.

Upon hearing this, Xia Yongbo and Grandpa Tang both showed admiring glances.

This is the kind of live stage performance a lead musician should have: no need to speak, just one note is enough.

When the melody from the ancient castle began, the concert hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Teacher Xiaomi also slowed her breathing, and the flute's tone suddenly softened, like moonlight soaked in water, carrying a touch of melancholy.

Like the song of a wandering poet, it echoed around the stone walls of the ancient castle, circling and circling, drifting into the distant twilight.

Her fingers pressed the tone holes with perfect precision, the final note lingering long yet resilient, carrying a tenacious quality that encapsulated the entire ensemble's emotion within this touch of melancholy.

The bassoon's low notes deepened, like the shadow cast by an ancient castle.

The harmonies of the French horn gently enveloped us, like the evening breeze.

The children in the audience were almost mesmerized. This was no classical music piece; it was a fairy tale drawn from musical notes.

We finally arrived at the witch's hut, where teamwork would be put to the ultimate test.

The melody was rapid, and the notes fell like hailstones.

Teacher Xiaomi's fingertips danced like butterflies, and the flute's notes were urgent and bright, like a witch's scream, piercing through layers of harmony.

The steady rhythm is fast but not chaotic; each note is like a nail, firmly nailed to the beat.

The other four instruments followed her lead.

The oboe's rapid, the clarinet's sharp, the bassoon's deep, and the French horn's booming sound, all intertwined, suddenly exploded in the concert hall.

Upon hearing this, a barely perceptible smile finally appeared on Teacher Xiaomi's lips.

Once the witch's hut is successfully navigated, the hurdle of this piece is overcome.

We proceeded methodically to the final movement – ​​the Kyiv Gate.

The flute once again became solemn, carrying a grand and expansive air.

Teacher Xiaomi's presence seemed to fill the entire concert hall, and the musical notes, like sunlight, spilled into every corner of the audience.

Her lead playing was no longer flamboyant; she simply supported the music steadily, lifting up the timbres of all the other parts.

The oboe's melodious tune, the clarinet's clear sound, the bassoon's powerful melody, and the French horn's majestic grandeur.

As all the melodies converge for the last time, the music, like a grand sound emerging from the torrent of history, moves towards the climax of the finale.

As the last note of the music faded, Teacher Xiaomi's fingertips stopped on the tone hole.

His breathing gradually subsided.

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

After two seconds of silence, thunderous applause erupted from the audience.

Teacher Xiaomi put down her flute, turned to look at her side, and Sister Ma smiled and gave her a thumbs up.

The moment the stage lights came on, Brother Liu stood up and gestured to the audience to give a round of applause to the flute section that evening.

So, I ask you: Will Teacher Xiaomi be polite?

A: Of course not.

Standing up and looking around, Chen Xuan covered her chest and bowed. Enveloped in an exquisite purple dress, she embodied the essence of dignified beauty.

"Wow!!!!"