After watching Yang Jingxing teach his daughter for a while, Jiajia's father reminded his wife that it was time to go shopping. Jiajia's mother said that it would be more convenient to go out to eat, and Jiajia also supported going out.

Yang Jingxing said, "Just eat it at home. I don't have the chance to eat home-cooked food. I tasted my sister-in-law's cooking last time and I've been thinking about it."

Jiajia’s parents just followed the host and the guests as they pleased.

Yang Jingxing asked while teaching: "What did Teacher Yu tell you here?"

Jiajia said: "Teacher Yu said it was like I got 100 points in the exam, and I was very happy."

Yang Jingxing praised: "That's right. The reason why Jiajia was able to get 100% in the exam is because Jiajia studies hard, not by luck. Her parents, teachers and parents all believe that Jiajia can get 100% in the exam, so besides being happy, they will also be proud of Jiajia's efforts."

, even if the questions are too difficult and Jiajia doesn’t get full marks, your parents are still proud of you, right?”

Jiajia looked at her father and nodded.

Yang Jingxing continued: "So, Jiajia also wants to be proud of herself, so in addition to happiness here, there is also pride. What does Jiajia's pride look like?"

Today's children are very expressive. Jiajia pouted her little mouth, raised her head and shook her head in triumph, as if she was despising Yang Jingxing. Jiajia's father was indeed very proud, but more out of fondness.

Yang Jingxing praised: "That's great. Let's try playing it again. Pay attention to your right hand. The right hand holds the pen. I will be even more proud if I get a perfect score."

…

There were also breaks between classes, and teachers and students who performed well were rewarded with snacks. Yang Jingxing was embarrassed to argue with the children, but Jiajia seemed very generous: "Teacher Yu also eats mine."

Yang Jingxing followed Yu Xinting's example, and then called Qi Qingnuo: "Are you leaving yet?"

Qi Qingnuo said: "I'll pick you up later. Are you in class?"

"Recess." Yang Jingxing also showed off: "There is cake to eat."

Qi Qingnuo was not envious: "Teacher, are you addicted?"

Yang Jingxing said: "There is a competition on Jiajia Children's Day, and their family is going to watch your performance."

Qi Qingnuo said: "Yu Xinting should be fine. I don't have time to go to school these days."

Yang Jingxing said: "I will go there tomorrow morning to consult."

Qi Qingnuo smiled: "Welcome, that's it, hang up."

The class continued. After two or three hours, Jiajia made some progress. Yang Jingxing finally taught her a simple animation song. Jiajia was very happy.

During the meal, Jiajia's father began to care about Yang Jingxing and asked him about his plans. Yang Jingxing said that he could only try his best to do the things in front of him and then take one step at a time.

Jiajia's father suggested that Yang Jingxing seek more cooperation opportunities with famous artists and groups, so that his influence or artistic value can spread.

Of course, Jiajia's father also knew the difficulties. He used his own knowledge to analyze and said that music is actually a commodity, and as a commodity, customers must be taken into consideration.

Customers can be simply divided into two types, those who are rich and those who are short of money. There are only a few rich customers, and they have more consumption channels and vision, so it is difficult to win over them. As for customers who are short of money, there are only

If you use entertainment methods, product manufacturers will rush to cater to or even deliberately guide them. The result is not very good for both producers and consumers.

Should Yang Jingxing use elegance to win the recognition of a small number of elites, or should he use popular or even vulgarity to conquer the wider class? For a musician who obviously has lofty ambitions, this is a question that needs to be seriously considered.

Yang Jingxing thought easily: "Grab it with both hands."

Jiajia’s father said: “Okay, okay, I support you. There is a little boy in the second unit of your building, who goes to the same school as Jiajia. I often talk about you to his father, and he also knows that you leave early and come home late every day.

It’s quite hard. It’s not easy to be alone away from home. Come and sit here when you have time, let’s chat and relax.”

Yang Jingxing smiled: "I feel much more relaxed now."

…

After finishing the meal, Yang Jingxing and Jiajia's family enjoyed and reviewed a CD together before saying goodbye. At this time, money had to be mentioned, and Jiajia's mother was prepared to be generous: "What do you think? It must be different from Teacher Yu.

Bar."

Yang Jingxing said: "I'll have a bowl of rice for an hour, and you'll have to give me the food."

After some polite greetings, Jiajia and her family could only thank Teacher Yang.

After going downstairs, Yang Jingxing called Yu Xinting: "Where are you?"

Yu Xinting said: "The bedroom is for lying down."

Yang Jingxing asked: "Have you eaten anything for lunch?"

Yu Xinting said: "No, I don't want to eat it."

Yang Jingxing said: "Eat something light when you want to eat, and be sure to drink water... Is An Xin in the dormitory?"

Yu Xinting said: "No."

Yang Jingxing said: "I'll call her and I'll have class in the evening if I have time. If you feel better, you can go too."

Yu Xinting was positive: "It's definitely better, I'll tell her! Where are you?"

Yang Jingxing said: "I'm going to 402. You have a good rest and don't run around."

Yu Xinting complained: "I have been lying down for a long time and want to get some air."

Yang Jingxing said sternly: "No, if you don't take a good rest, you have to continue lying down. That's it."

Yu Xinting reluctantly agreed, and Yang Jingxing hung up the phone.

At around five o'clock in the afternoon, two students went to 402 and invited the teacher to have dinner with them. Yu Xinting vowed that she was feeling much better, An Xin also confirmed it, and Yang Jingxing said that he would go to class after dinner.

Yu Xinting only drank a small bowl of corn porridge. Yang Jingxing did not blame her and said, "Prepare something to eat if you are hungry at night."

An Xin was loyal enough: "I'll go shopping with you later."

During the meal, they were talking about Yang Jingxing's feelings about giving lessons to Jiajia, and how Jiajia's parents wanted to invite Yu Xinting to watch 306's performance.

Returning to 402 at six o'clock, Yu Xinting acted in high spirits, but she was still not in good spirits, but it did not affect her discovery of Yang Jingxing's partiality: "An Xin played three songs..."

Yang Jingxing said, "Just listen."

Yu Xinting begged for mercy: "I have strength." She also waved her arms to confirm.

Yang Jingxing said seriously: "I find that today's teachers are becoming less and less prestigious."

Yu Xinting stopped talking.

After An Xin continued to dominate the piano for half an hour, she began to sympathize with Yu Xinting and discussed with Yang Jingxing: "Let her play this piece again. She is very different from me."

Yang Jingxing showed mercy: "Come on."

Mozart's C major Sonata K330 is in a different world from Beethoven. It has been analyzed note by note by countless people. In Li Yingzhen's words, it can be simply summarized that it should be enthusiastic, smiling, and full of childlike innocence.

Of course, analyzing is one thing, but teaching step-by-step is another, and it is to teach undergraduates. Yang Jingxing asked An Xin to play it intermittently, and the various problems and techniques pointed out during the period were enough to write an article on the piano department.

Undergraduate thesis.

Yu Xinting's playing was indeed different from An Xin's. Although she seemed very serious, Yang Jingxing stopped in the fourth measure.

Yang Jingxing looked concerned about Yu Xinting: "Are you in a bad state or in a bad mood?"

Yu Xinting looked into Yang Jingxing's eyes and seemed a little scared: "You are so strict today...so fierce."

Yang Jingxing smiled: "I am a good teacher, of course I am strict... I was a little tired from coaxing Jiajia this morning, and I have run out of smiles."

Yu Xinting was pleasantly surprised: "She lost her temper? You didn't say anything."

Yang Jingxing said: "You are not a child anymore. Study hard and don't coax you all the time, right?"

"Oh." Yu Xinting's expression became mature and faded: "I'll play again."

…

get out of class ended before 9:30, and An Xin left Yu Xinting and left first. After closing the door of No. 204, Yu Xinting looked at Yang Jingxing and took out the apple regardless of any previous suspicion: "Do you want to eat it?"

Yang Jingxing took it: "Are you hungry?"

Yu Xinting shook her head.

Yang Jingxing said: "Go back and have a good rest. If you are hungry, ask them to help you buy some food."

Yu Xinting looked at the stairs and asked, "Are you going up?"

Yang Jingxing nodded.

Yu Xinting's eyes circled around and then fell on Yang Jingxing's eyes, asking: "Are you not as happy today as you were yesterday?"

Yang Jingxing shook his head: "No, yesterday we were playing with friends, today we are in class with the teacher, and now I am happy again." He took a bite of the apple.

Yu Xinting smiled softly: "I'm going back."

Yang Jingxing nodded: "Have a good rest."

At around eleven o'clock, Yang Jingxing received a call from Qi Qingnuo. Qi Qingnuo had just arrived home. Listening to her schedule for the day, she must be quite tired.

Qi Qingnuo has a problem, that is, Hui Kufen and his wife and Zhan Huayu are going to Puhai National Orchestra next Tuesday or Wednesday, and their title is to visit and communicate. Not to mention Meng Jianwei, he is the president of Qunwen Publishing House with a lot of titles.

Editor Zhan Huayu, it stands to reason that Chinese orchestras should also be received with high standards.

On the original resume for the Chinese Orchestra, Qi Qingnuo wrote that his father's workplace was self-employed and his mother's workplace was the Qunwen Publishing Group. He only indicated the title of a party member for his mother as required.

Qi Qingnuo said: "If you are doing business in your hometown, others will give your father face... You know that face is 90% fake."

Yang Jingxing said: "You don't have to think so much, it can't be said to be a bad thing."

Qi Qingnuo sighed: "My mother is really unreasonable sometimes... My feeling is that she begged an official to make me fake and powerful!"
To be continued...