Just a few days into their senior year of high school, the students all felt that the atmosphere was very different from before. The classrooms during recess were no longer so noisy, there were no more people rushing to the cafeteria after school, no one secretly turned on their mobile phones to send text messages in class, and there were no more self-study rooms in the evening

It's almost full too.

On Friday afternoon, Hu Yiqing did not come to teach Yang Jingxing because she had to go back to the city to see her parents. At around eight o'clock, Ren Chuyu and Li Ya, who had finished their self-study, came to the piano room to see how Yang Jingxing was practicing.

Ren Chuyu also brought snacks to share with Yang Jingxing, but asked Yang Jingxing to play two ditties in return. Ren Chuyu also played two songs herself, but she was better than Yang Jingxing.

On Saturday morning, Yang Jingxing received a call from Hu Yiqing, asking him if he wanted to enroll in a cram school to study music theory. He also said that some cram schools were run by teachers from the conservatory and would be very helpful for the exam.

Yang Jingxing still said that he already had a good teacher and didn't want to waste any more time. Hu Yiqing said that she knew a friend who helped her professor run classes, and she could ask for some study materials for exams. Yang Jingxing thanked him again.

Yang Jingxing prepared dry food and entered the piano room at seven o'clock in the morning. He never left except to go to the toilet. If he can't practice his ten fingers, he would be really sorry.

During class, Tao Meng could be seen stunned by Yang Jingxing's unintentional pen-turning movements. But a piano is a piano after all, and even if it is 599, it is much more difficult to practice it well than spinning a gel pen in your hand in a dizzying way.

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At about three o'clock, a group of people suddenly came to the piano room, about ten of them. Yang Jingxing knew two of them, one was the director of the music teaching and research department, and the other was the vice principal. A girl of twelve or thirteen years old seemed to be the protagonist.

There were also two white foreigners, one male and one female.

This group of people all looked at Yang Jingxing. It was obvious that he should not be here. Although the air conditioner was turned on in the room, Yang Jingxing was still sweating. His white shirt and black trousers were also soaked with sweat, getting wet and dry.

Now you can clearly see a lot of salt stains. There is uneaten bread and water on the chair next to him.

The director of the teaching and research section asked Yang Jingxing: "Didn't you say you would use it at night? Zhou Hanhui has to attend an interview at the Juliet Conservatory of Music, so hurry up!"

Zhou Hanhui was obviously that little girl, she must be from Shangpu Junior High School. The little girl looked at Yang Jingxing with an unfriendly look, as if her things had been robbed. Behind her were his parents, his father holding hands

She had a small video camera in her pocket, and the bag her mother had could probably buy a good piano, so why bother coming here.

Yang Jingxing quickly packed up his things, wiped the keys and stools quickly, and prepared to escape, but suddenly changed his mind: "I'm sorry, can I stay and take a look?"

A group of people were surprised. The little girl's father was quite friendly and asked his daughter: "Hanhui, this brother wants to stay and cheer you on, are you willing?"

The little girl looked at Yang Jingxing again and nodded. Yang Jingxing thanked him quickly and ran to sit in the back seat.

Juliet's interviewer first tried the piano, and then asked Zhou Hanhui to prepare. It took half an hour to prepare. He adjusted the stool for a few minutes, drank water, and sat quietly... Everyone else sat quietly, and occasionally spoke very quietly.

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After finally starting, Yang Jingxing recognized that Zhou Hanhui was playing Beethoven's Piano Sonata No. 14. Coincidentally, he had also tried it this morning.

Ashamed, look at how well this little girl plays, with such small hands, she can handle many difficult sentences very well, and every note is correct. When playing the piano, Zhou Hanhui's face has a vague determination and concentration that belies her age.

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Zhou Hanhui played the entire song, which lasted almost twenty minutes. After the end, Yang Jingxing was the only one applauding, which made others look at him and he quickly stopped.

Zhou Hanhui was not affected, so he rested for two minutes and continued to play a piece of Mendelssohn's. Yang Jingxing didn't know the name of the last piece, but he knew that the little girl's skills were several levels higher than his current one.

Sure enough, Zhou Hanhui was praised and praised by everyone. However, Zhou Hanhui seemed to have been numbed by the praise and was not very happy. She just looked at Yang Jingxing as if she was showing off. Before she came in, she had already learned Yang Jingxing's piano skills outside the door.

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After Zhou Hanhui and the others left, Yang Jingxing sat in front of the piano again. After sitting for a while, he started playing the Moonlight Sonata. This was also a relatively simple piece of music. Yang Jingxing tried to use his brain that could accurately calculate.

and precise fingers to complete a performance that satisfies you, but it is really not that easy.

In fact, Zhou Hanhui's group has not left yet. They are having a discussion in the teacher's lounge next to them, and they can still vaguely hear the sound of Yang Jingxing's piano. Among this group of people, two are interviewers from Juliet, and one is Zhou Hanhui's teacher, a famous piano player.

Professor Li Yingzhen. And Zhou Hanhui's parents are obviously experts. They were really stressed when they listened to Yang Jingxing's piano.

The director of the teaching and research section decided to ask Yang Jingxing to stop making noise, but Li Yingzhen suddenly stopped him and said: "Listen, listen to him playing." Because Yang Jingxing started playing "Memories of Don Juan" again, he is really a talent.

Yang Jingxing didn't know that someone was eavesdropping. He read and memorized the score of "Don Juan" when he was visiting a bookstore. He himself felt that such music should be very helpful in practicing skills. If you have a goal, you will be faster on the way forward.

There are many. You can master the difficult ones, so don’t you need to learn the simple ones? Although I now know that this idea is wrong, it can be used to vent. Just like players who can’t score free throws can also dunk to feel good. These days, Yang Jingxing

Every time before leaving the piano room, I have to practice it several times, and now I feel so comfortable that I am pretty good at it.

"Don Juan" was regarded by Yang Jingxing as an etude. It couldn't even be called a song, it was just an exercise. His ten fingers were flying on the keyboard. Except for some special passages, at other times, it was almost a fast movement without any priority.

There were some wrong sounds, and the tempo was almost completely out of tune. But after two minutes of listening, no one spoke in the lounge, and it became very quiet. The two foreigners occasionally raised their eyebrows, but Li Yingzhen's brows frowned more and more.

, sitting motionless. Little girl Zhou Hanhui had no expression on her face. She occasionally turned her body and pursed her thin lips.

When the long series of minor third chromatic progressions and dotted accompaniment came like a storm, the man and foreigner raised his head and opened his mouth to smile silently. Li Yingzhen sighed slightly, stood up gently, walked out of the lounge, and stood

It was at the door of the nearby piano room. Others followed and stood there listening to Yang Jingxing making noise.

Those long-span arpeggios, octave progressions, reverse scales, alternating octaves... It seems that Yang Jingxing all has the same taste and processing method, and there are many mistakes. However, there is still a sense of graininess, and it is barely even and clear.

Zhou Hanhui's father hugged his daughter's shoulders and whispered: "You see, everyone has their own advantages worth learning. My brother must have practiced very hard to be able to play so fast."

The director of the teaching and research office looked embarrassed: "This student..." I didn't know what to say to cater to everyone.

After listening for another two minutes, Li Yingzhen pushed the door of the piano room open, and the sound of Yang Jingxing's piano suddenly stopped. Li Yingzhen led everyone in, and they all stood in front of the right side of the piano, which was quite scary. Li Yingzhen pointed at Yang Jingxing and said, "You are not polite."

He said: "You go on, keep playing." When he saw that Yang Jingxing was memorizing music, he said: "Start from the one hundred and forty-fifth measure." She was in her fifties and looked very simple and ordinary.

Kind, but a little angry now.

So Yang Jingxing continued, perhaps feeling provoked, as he seemed to play faster than before. Most of the audience looked at Yang Jingxing's hands, and Li Yingzhen's brows began to frown again. After looking at Yang Jingxing for a while, little girl Zhou Hanhui turned her face away.

Looking elsewhere, looking impatient. The female foreigner was the most tolerant, with a happy smile on her face, and listened very attentively.

Li Yingzhen discovered that at least Yang Jingxing didn't have stage fright, and his playing was still as fast and bad as before. After the song entered the last few dozen bars, Li Yingzhen took two steps closer to Yang Jingxing, and the others also adjusted their stance.

A series of octaves and thirds, Yang Jingxing's fingers were so hot from friction with the air. The middle-aged white man finally laughed out loud, "Oh, ha!", put his hands in his trouser pockets, stood up on his heels and trembled, and

The female colleague who had the same expression as him exchanged an incredulous look.

When it was over, Zhou Hanhui's father and the two foreigners laughed and applauded Yang Jingxing. But Li Yingzhen stared at Yang Jingxing, her brows still furrowed and asked: "You kid, do you play the piano or not? How did your teacher teach you?"

Serious, but gentle in tone.

Yang Jingxing said quickly: "The teacher hasn't taught you this yet, I'm just playing it by myself."

"Playing for fun!?" Li Yingzhen's tone increased, "The fingerings are all wrong, and you don't even know the most basic ones. What are you playing? Do you play four to six like you do? Look at your octave hand shape

, how ugly!? How do you position your thumb?" What she said was true. Yang Jingxing relied on his extraordinary physical fitness and wide palms to achieve unusual speed and accuracy, but his hand shape and fingering skills

From a professional perspective, it's really terrible, and the sound it plays is even worse.

Yang Jingxing was even surprised: "Thank you, I will correct it."

Li Yingzhen looked at Yang Jingxing for a while, and then spoke more gently and thoughtfully: "Correction! If you practice like this, your hands will be damaged!" She regretfully said to the foreigner in English: "We have many talented children, just because we don't have them.

The opportunity to receive a systematic and formal education was wasted..."

This was suspected of slandering Shang Pu. The half-bald director of the teaching and research department quickly explained: "This student has just started practicing piano recently. He was taught by our music teacher, but he is not a professional piano teacher."

Yang Jingxing also said: "The teacher taught very well, but I didn't learn well myself."

The female foreigner first greeted Yang Jingxing: "Hi, you play very well."

The male foreigners also shook hands with Yang Jingxing and echoed: "Soon, it's rare." When they looked at Yang Jingxing, they felt like the MVP on the court who saw in the acrobatic troupe that he could throw several basketballs in the air and throw them into the hoop.

It's like falling to the ground without letting go.

Yang Jingxing smiled sheepishly, looked at Zhou Hanhui and said, "I see she can play so well, I'm very inspired." He then said to the little girl, "I will work hard in the future to emulate you, and you have to work hard too, don't let me down."

Catch up with you."

A little girl is a little girl after all. Zhou Hanhui couldn't help but smile proudly, looking at Yang Jingxing and nodding.

Everyone laughed, and the atmosphere had become good, but Li Yingzhen continued to attack Yang Jingxing: "If you continue to practice like this, you can't surpass her! If you want to learn, study hard. No matter what you do, the basics are the most important!"

Yang Jingxing nodded: "Thank you, teacher, I will study hard."

Li Yingzhen looked through some of Yang Jingxing's books impatiently, and began to wonder how he had been practicing the piano all these years. He was still reading music theory, Bayer, and playing Don Juan.

But today's protagonist is not Yang Jingxing, so we can't waste too much time. Li Yingzhen asked: "How tall are you?"

"Senior year of high school."

Li Yingzhen asked the director of the teaching and research department again: "Isn't it taught by Teacher Chen?" Teacher Chen is the school's piano teacher, a man in his forties, and well-known.

"No, no! He just said he wanted to take the exam to study composition at the beginning of school. He never mentioned it before, and his family also asked that he not drop cultural classes... The teacher in his class is responsible for taking care of him. Xiao Hu, have you ever seen him? He just graduated.

Two years ago, I studied music education at Quhang Conservatory of Music." The director of the teaching and research section was able to put the relationship aside and breathed a sigh of relief.

Li Yingzhen sighed lightly, put down Yang Jingxing's book, and said, "Then you can practice hard, we won't disturb you anymore."

Yang Jingxing nodded: "Thank you, teacher."

Li Yingzhen took two steps and then turned around and handed Yang Jingxing a business card: "Take it. What's your name?"

Yang Jingxing glanced at it and saw that the business card read "Li Yingzhen Piano Art Studio of Puhai Conservatory of Music - Professor Li Yingzhen" and bowed again: "Professor Li, my name is Yang Jingxing."

It seemed that Yang Jingxing didn't know how famous he was, so Li Yingzhen left with everyone. Before leaving, she told Yang Jingxing: "It's not about playing piano, it's about playing music!"

This is Yang Jingxing's biggest problem, but it is too early to talk about this problem before those basic problems are solved.

After dinner, Yang Jingxing went back to the piano room to continue. At around eight o'clock, Hu Yiqing came, bringing a new hairstyle and some preparation materials. Yang Jingxing flattered Hu Yiqing that her hair was beautiful, but Hu Yiqing didn't care much and started talking about business.

The first test will test music theory, melody writing and song writing. Hu Yiqing said: "I asked, the writing test does not ask you to write a good work, it just depends on whether you know the basic writing knowledge, that is, a certain amount of harmony and harmony.

I've also read the chord basics and music theory exam syllabus. The requirements are much higher than what we had back then, so you should hurry up. Next time I'll bring over a few sets of exam questions and let's take a look."

Yang Jingxing asked: "Teacher Hu, are you free tomorrow?"

Hu Yiqing said: "Yes, we can start practicing in the morning."
To be continued...