290. The brothers and sisters of the flute at the Boer Tea Party
Early the next morning.
Qin Jian started practicing at eight o'clock as usual.
Op25.no2, the repertoire that Fang Xiaoyu took the exam.
Chopin's gorgeous triplets continue under the air-conditioning, just like the morning sunlight passing through the glass window lightly, leaving no trace.
The ups and downs of the music are like the chirping of cicadas outside the window.
The ten fingers on the piano danced tirelessly for three hours.
At noon, as the piano stops.
Qin Jian lifted up his long hair that had covered his eyebrows, opened the notebook on the piano, and picked up the pen.
"op25.no2."
"The broken chords of the left hand must be stable, and the palm joint is needed to support the movement of the right hand when running."
After thinking for a moment, I continued writing.
"Exclude all unnecessary finger movements."
"Measures 76-78, use your forearm to drive the movement of your fingers."
"Key words, 'accurate' and 'free'."
After finally writing down the date, Qin Jian put the notebook back to its original position, covered the piano, got up and went to the bathroom.
Then there was a splashing sound from the shower.
The midday sun shines slantingly on the piano board. On the cover of the notebook, the words "Chopin Hand Position" are not scrawled.
Next to the notebook is a booklet bound on A4 paper. The booklet is wrapped in a transparent plastic book cover with the same writing on it.
"Chris' Beginner's Guide to Piano."
It seems to be twenty or thirty pages thick.
...
After lunch, it’s time for today’s German class.
The class ended at 3:30 in the afternoon.
Qin Jian changed his clothes and dialed Fatty's phone number.
"Where are you?"
"I just took a taxi and we'll be at the school gate in about 20 minutes."
"See you at the school gate then."
After hanging up the phone, Qin Jian left 206.
...
Bolger is very lively today.
In the entire campus, apart from the sound of piano coming from individual piano rooms, Classroom 301 is the busiest.
At this time, in Classroom 302, there were not only freshmen from Grade 15, but also old students from Grade 14.
At a glance, it's easy to tell them apart from each other.
On the stage, Lu Desheng was talking happily.
"Everyone, please be quiet."
...
After everyone's discussion in the group last night, Zhao Yue, the 14th grade class monitor today, contacted the class teacher, Mr. Chen, and conveyed the students' wishes to go back to school and invited all the teachers to have a meal in the evening.
It's a teacher-appreciation banquet.
Teacher Chen told Lu Desheng the news again.
As today is the weekend and the school is not in session, Lu Desheng arranged an event similar to a tea party.
Old students are responsible for imparting some experiences in preparing for the art exam, and freshmen are responsible for asking questions.
However, most of the old students who participated were usually chatty people.
A quiet person like Li Qiye prefers to sit quietly in the corner with his mobile phone.
But the squirrel wouldn't let him go so easily.
"Li Qiye, come up and say a few words."
Lu Desheng stuck his front teeth and led the audience to applaud.
"Come on, Nanaba."
"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Junior brothers and sisters are all waiting."
Li Qiye put down her cell phone helplessly, pushed up the frame of her glasses, and walked towards the podium amid applause.
To be honest, his experience is more in dealing with 'squirrels.'
On stage.
Probably because Lu Desheng was standing next to him, it made him feel even more lonely.
Facing all kinds of looks and answering questions dryly is indeed a torture for a person who doesn't like to socialize.
Until the moment when the back door was gently pushed open again, when that familiar figure appeared in his field of vision.
Li Qiye seemed to have seen a savior.
Qin Jian waved hello to Li Qiye and was about to sit down.
Just listen to Li Qiye finish answering the last junior sister's question, and then look at everyone.
"As for how to break through professional bottlenecks in a short period of time, I think there is no one here who knows better than him."
Following Li Qiye's gaze, everyone realized that Qin Jian had entered.
The old students waved and said hello, while the freshmen looked excited.
Except for the day of the admissions exam, no one has seen her on campus for a long time.
at this time.
"Everyone welcomes you with applause——"
"Zhao Yu!"
applause.
"Wow, is that the senior who got admitted to Shanghai Academy of Sciences?"
"Lili, please hurry up and add Weixin to your senior brother soon."
"This senior brother is so naive..."
...
The fat man was a little confused and stood up again before his butt even touched the stool.
"I'm going, what did I say?" he asked Qin Jian in a low voice.
Qin Jian clapped his hands: "How to break through professional bottlenecks in a short time."
...
The fat man walked up to the stage, looked around, and said in a deep voice: "Hello fellow juniors, my name is Zhao Yu, and I major in flute."
"Senior Brother, Senior Brother! I play the flute too!"
A clear voice came from the audience, and everyone chuckled.
The fat man scratched his head in embarrassment.
moment.
The fat man sank deeply and looked at Qin Jian, who gave him a thumbs up.
"I have also asked about how to break through professional bottlenecks in a short period of time."
The fat man began to speak.
"The person who answered me said, 'He said I asked a false question.'"
"Before we can solve a professional problem, we must clarify where our problem lies and we need to improve to some extent."
"For example," the fat man said, looking at the junior sister playing the flute, "can I ask about your single tone speed?"
"About 80 shots." Junior sister replied neatly.
"What song are you practicing now?" Fatty continued to ask.
The junior sister said: "G major by Stamitz."
"Then your spitting speed is completely insufficient." Fatty said, "This is the problem you need to solve now."
After the fat man finished speaking, the flute girl nodded vigorously. Her current problem was that she was stuck on the pronunciation. If she could solve this problem, she could start studying the next piece.
The fat man continued: "I know that practicing pronunciation is boring, but I suggest that you set aside three hours a day to practice pronunciation."
"Three hours?!" Junior Sister said in surprise, "Brother, do you mean you only practice pronunciation for three hours?"
"That's right, just practice pronunciation and stick to it for 15 days, and surprises will happen."
Junior Sister Flute secretly wrote it down.
Many freshmen raised some questions one after another.
The fat man answered them one by one.
"The art exam is very hard, and there will be different questions at each stage. Finally, I would like to give you my tips."
"Everything can be broken by practicing the piano."
After saying that, the fat man glanced at Lu Desheng, and then returned to Qin Jian amidst applause.
"Oh my god, I was so nervous just now." Fatty asked, "Brother Jian, what did I say?"
Qin Jian smiled and gave a thumbs up sign again, "I think you are quite suitable for sales."
The fat man frowned, "Fuck you, I'm serious."
"Great." Qin Jian said lightly.
"Brother Jian, thank you."
Qin Jian patted the fat man on the shoulder and said, "When you get to Haiyuan, you have to continue cheering alone. You can do that."
The fat man was silent for a moment after hearing this, "Have you decided?"