Have a meal?"

Yang Jingxing, well, he’s not afraid that Yu’s mother will know that he lied.

Lang’s mother was interested: “Will Miss He do it?”

Yang Jingxing quickly protected the man's face: "The craftsmanship is so good, I'm exhausted."

The two couples laughed and laughed.

After closing the door and not wasting time, Yang Jingxing arranged: "Jia Jia will try the piano first. It feels different from yours."

Yu Jiajia is not afraid: "I have played this one twice in the store and I like it very much."

The father was very encouraged: "Buy it next year!"

Yu Jiajia once again criticized the composer: "But my favorite is the most convenient and emotional."

"Yes." Yang Jingxing nodded in agreement: "Your piano is very good."

Lang Xinyan sat on the chair without saying a word, He Peiyuan sat on the makeup stool, and Yang Jingxing told Dad Yu to be polite and that he should stand.

After Yu Jiajia adjusted the stool with the help of He Peiyuan, Yang Jingxing only appeared in the middle half of the frame: "Old rule, let's do the scales first."

This doesn’t require any preparation. Elementary school students can do it just by raising their hands.

Even though she is in the fourth grade of elementary school, Yu Jiajia still has a lot of memorization reserves. Under the teacher's extensive and relaxed request, she successively selected a childhood scene, two Chopin preludes, two Bach's Well Tempered, Schubert's Serenade, and finally

Take an excerpt from Liszt's Sonata in B minor as a comprehensive presentation of yourself.

It had been half an hour, and no one had said anything except Yang Jingxing who had spoken dozens of words. He Peiyuan listened very seriously and had a very complimentary expression on his face. Father Yu's face was a little more picky. Lang Xinyan at least kept quiet.

Although there are still some traces of Teacher Yu's teaching in the piano boy's playing, the preferences of today's primary school students are too mature. Yang Jingxing had to ask: "Do you like this sonata very much?"

Yu Jiajia and fourth grader Xinyue nodded again.

Yang Jingxing nodded, as if hesitating for a moment: "... Then let's combine emotions and technology."

Yu Jiajia continued to nod, yes.

Yang Jingxing had never tried this before, and he lost his usual decisiveness as a genius: "Can you tell me what you want to do when you grow up? It doesn't necessarily mean what you want to do, but what kind of person you want to be."

Whether Yu Jiajia's smile is embarrassing or unhappy, adults can't quite tell.

Yang Jingxing hurriedly said: "If you don't want to say it, just say it... Actually, I kind of feel your independent personality, and suddenly I realized that Yu Jiajia has grown up."

Dad laughed, and Yu Jiajia was even more embarrassed.

Yang Jingxing had to ask his girlfriend: "When you were as old as Jiajia, did you ever want to grow up quickly?"

He Peiyuan didn't remember clearly: "...I think about it occasionally, but generally not."

Yu Jiajia analyzed it herself: "I may want to better understand more musical emotions."

The adults couldn't help but nod. Yang Jingxing was simply impressed: "Okay, then let's try to practice skills through emotional understanding. Let's talk about childhood first, the childhood of adults and the childhood of children. I assume now that I am only ten years old, how will I play?

…”

This class was an unprecedented test for Yang Jingxing. He had to try to grasp the mind of a primary school student. Jiajia was born and raised in a big city and was influenced by art since childhood. She was still a girl, while he himself was born in Qingshui.

The gangsters born in the 1980s who are rolling in the river are completely in two different worlds.

Fortunately, there is a bridge of music. For some indescribable things, we can use musical notes to try to communicate and understand each other. Although we may not be able to understand each other, we will have a vague impression, because although Jiajia gave up her professional pursuits

, but her love for music and piano can be shown every time she plays.

At this level, the limited talent on Yu Jiajia's fingers is no longer an obvious shortcoming. The main pursuit of teachers and students is no longer a rigid standard. Technology really serves feelings. If the service is not in place, forget it. As long as sincerity is enough.

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Yang Jingxing even saw it: "How do you want to play it? Or how do you want to replace this section?"

Yu Jiajia was silent and still thinking, so her father betrayed his daughter: "She likes to play some weird things now, and she also writes down some of them herself."

"Very good!" Yang Jingxing was so happy: "Can you share a little bit?"

Yu Jiajia played dozens of notes. Although it did not include any theoretical analysis of composition techniques, it could basically be regarded as a melody creation. It was like a beautiful and profound poem written with elementary school Chinese knowledge. Some words were still

Use pinyin.

Yang Jingxing was inspired and asked Qintong to authorize him to adapt it...

In fact, it is no longer a piano lesson, this is communication between artists. Hearing how his daughter's creations were enriched by professionals, Father Yu was moved and grabbed his daughter's shoulders hard.

He Peiyuan was concentrating on savoring the aftertaste when her arm was suddenly grabbed. She was slightly startled. She turned to look at the little girl who had been so invisible just now and almost asked on her lips: "What are you doing?"

Lang Xinyan pulled the beautiful sister hard with a pleading expression.

He Peiyuan seemed to understand what the little girl meant, and stood up: "Let's take a rest."
Chapter completed!