Chapter 251 Fang Xiaoyu mustering up his courage, then hold my fist
Except for Fang Xiaoyu's mother, no one has asked her what plans she has for the future.
And her father ultimately supported her in this career, and it seemed that he valued the so-called "gold and gold" in the art circle more.
In other words, he didn't care at all about what Fang Xiaoyu was going to learn. As long as he could send her into a circle that was far away from them and find him a rich son-in-law in the future, his efforts would not be in vain.
Fang Xiaoyu was disgusted with this because she felt that this was not an idea that a qualified father should instill in his children, even though these were just some of his father's drunken words.
But she could understand that they were afraid of poverty.
However, Fang Xiaoyu is still very grateful to her parents who wake up early and work late at night. No matter what, as she said herself, she likes music. Now with their support, she has the opportunity to pursue what she likes.
that's enough.
As for the rest, she will work hard. She has already sketched a future of her own in her heart.
Although the sky is not big, it contains the vision she painted with her heart.
So when the gentle Teacher Qin across the street, who she regarded as more like a big brother next door, asked her, she spoke her mind.
"Teacher Qin?"
A soft call brought Qin Jian back to his senses, and he looked at Fang Xiaoyu in front of him again.
He felt filled with a sense of security in the girl's clean eyes.
Three simple and unpretentious little wishes, don’t be impatient or impatient.
First have a stable job, then own a piano of your own, and finally become a good piano teacher.
Qin Jian felt that behind every little wish there was a story belonging to Fang Xiaoyu, which was very real.
However, Qin Jian had already asked what he wanted to know.
"come on."
Qin Jian nodded and said with a smile, "I think you will succeed."
"You can come to me when you want to buy a piano and I can recommend it to you."
With that said, he picked up the spoon and continued to eat. If he could, within his ability, he would be willing to provide this girl with a little help.
At this moment, he seemed to feel a hint of Shen Qingci's feelings.
However, in a certain sense, he, like Fang Xiaoyu, is still on the road.
"thank you!"
Fang Xiaoyu grinned, nodded vigorously, and the bangs on his forehead began to float in the air again.
She was particularly happy for Qin Jian's encouragement.
Perhaps because the atmosphere at the dinner table could no longer be harmonious at this time, Fang Xiaoyu suddenly became a little bolder.
"Teacher Qin."
"Um?"
"Can I ask you a question?"
Qin Jian raised his head, looked at Fang Xiaoyu, swallowed the food in his mouth, and said, "Yeah, tell me if you have any questions."
Fang Xiaoyu instantly took out a cute little notebook and a pen from nowhere.
"It's the issue you mentioned in the examination room today, about raising your finger too high."
"I have discovered this problem, but I still don't know how to solve it."
"So I wanted to ask you how to practice correction."
Fang Xiaoyu held the pen and looked at Qin Jian expectantly.
"This."
Qin Jian looked at the look in front of him that was preparing to record, but didn't say anything immediately.
"Wait a minute."
He thought for a moment and suddenly felt his head was a little big.
He understood Fang Xiaoyu's problem, but it was too huge to deal with it in detail.
Regarding ‘whether it is necessary to practice raising the fingers, or whether it is necessary to correct the raising of the fingers and replace it with sticking the keys in the later stages of playing the piano’, this question is simply the most controversial topic in the history of piano since the birth of the piano.
All I can say is that you have to master it, not only you have to master it, but you also have to master it flexibly, and then you can judge how it should be handled based on the specific passages of the specific work, and finally, depending on the specific musical pattern and phrase.
Take Chopin's fast works as an example. If the player plays with his fingers raised, the uncontrollable force of the thumb becomes a hidden time bomb.
As long as the player is not careful, his thumb will appear an accent where the accent should not appear.
The fluidity of the entire phrase will inevitably be destroyed, making it impossible to interpret the natural flow in Chopin's works.
However, the practice of the high platform finger needs to be emphasized in the early stage of piano learning, which can better cultivate the practitioner's finger independence and even the strength coordination from the arm to the wrist to the fingers at the beginning.
Qin Jian felt Fang Xiaoyu's lack of finger strength during her playing, and he speculated that this was due to her background in electronic keyboards.
As we all know, the keys of an electronic keyboard are much softer than those of a piano, so after switching to a piano keyboard, how to correct the key touching habits and readjust to it is another problem.
At this stage, we have to mention ‘the importance of a professional teacher.’
At this stage, Fang Xiaoyu not only has no teacher, but also has been groping by himself until now.
This undoubtedly makes this already abstract problem more complicated.
After thinking about it carefully, Qin Jian felt that Fang Xiaoyu really needed a good professional teacher now.
...
moment.
"Can I see your hands?" Qin Jian asked.
Fang Xiaoyu obediently spread his hands in front of Qin Jian.
The fingers are not long, the palm is not big, and it is not white, and even some joints are a bit big.
A pair of very ordinary hands, with nothing special except for the exceptionally clean fingertips.
Qin Jian stretched out his fist and said, "Hold my fist with your right hand."
Fang Xiaoyu obeyed again and did as he was told.
"Relax your arms and wrists, then press your fingers together."
As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Jian felt five cold fingers on the back of his hand pressing down hard.
Qin Jian frowned: "Don't use force on your wrists."
Fang Xiaoyu maintained his posture and said, "Teacher Qin, I don't use any force on my wrist."
Qin Jian nodded, "Change to your left hand."
Fang Xiaoyu changed his left hand and repeated the same steps.
"ok."
"Let go."
Fang Xiaoyu withdrew her aching left hand, and Qin Jian's raised fist hurt her.
"Has Czerny ever practiced?"
"299 is finished."
"'What speed?"
What speed? Fang Xiaoyu thought for a while and said sheepishly, "Teacher Qin, I don't know what speed that is."
"Okay," Qin Jian nodded, "Have you ever practiced Hanon?"
Fang Xiaoyu said truthfully, "I played the first ten pieces and am about to practice the eleventh piece."
"good."
Another moment.
"listen."
Qin Jian licked the corners of his dry mouth, "From today on, don't touch the F minor etude and passion anymore."
"Don't remember this sentence..." Qin Jian suggested as he looked at Fang Xiaoyu who was writing quickly.
"Uh-huh, don't remember this sentence." Fang Xiaoyu muttered, finished writing "Don't touch him again", then raised his head and looked at Qin Jian again.