Aunt Yidao plays the piano well, but she is definitely not a good teacher. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Of course, she may have been a good teacher, but she was not 'good' to Mu Qingge.

Mu Qingge did not study music in her previous life, but she has been exposed to a lot of music, piano, drums, and guitar, all of which she is good at.

So, she knew that no matter what kind of instrument it was, in addition to fixed fingering that would play a fixed scale, there would also be special fingering.

This zither is twenty-one strings, the number of strings is not small, and the fingering is also small.

When Aunt Yidao was teaching her, she had to memorize not only the fingering on Aunt Yidao's hands, but also the scales that the fingering popped up to respond.

During the period when Aunt Yidao was teaching, she only played her own, saying her own, without asking Mu Qingge if she understood a word, and without playing a few scales, she asked Mu Qingge to practice by herself.

She had demonstrated herself for more than two quarters of an hour, and had finished all the scale fingerings, before she stopped and asked, "Do you remember them all?"

She asked her in disguise if she had learned the guzheng.

Mu Qingge didn't say whether she knew it or not, she just smiled slightly, and asked with a smile that didn't reach the bottom of her eyes: "Does Aunt Yidao think I remember?" She is now very sure that Aunt Yidao is not teaching her anything at all, but testing her memory!

"Is that your attitude towards your teacher?"

Teacher?

Mu Qingge pulled the corners of her mouth, very curious: "This is my aunt's attitude towards being a teacher?"

Is she embarrassed to call herself a teacher in front of her?

She Mu Qingge will only respect those she deserves respect, not someone who has no talent, but puts her posture in the sky and deliberately finds fault.

Aunt Yidao stared at her and sneered, "This is the case with the background of a third-grade official girl, and you can't find the calm atmosphere of everyone's ladies, sparse and elegant." ”

"I don't come from a good background. Mu Qingge said lightly: "But now that Taifu is in a high position, he is still respectful to the prince and grandson, I don't know where Aunt Yidao came from, and she is so bold that she makes sarcastic remarks about my princess Jue everywhere?"

When she came to this World Bank, she never wanted to oppress people with her identity, but this does not mean that she will be submissive, anyone with an inferior status can step on her!

When Aunt Yidao heard this, her face naturally didn't get much better.

Mu Qingge thought that she would be annoyed, but she had no expression on her face, neither angry nor spoke out again to fight back against Mu Qingge.

She stood up in her seat, rolled her wide sleeves, walked to the side and sat down before leaving the guzheng, and said, "It's useless to talk more, let's play it." ”

What kind of people are they?

The last moment was still a storm, but this moment it turned out to be a storm!

Mu Qingge took a deep breath, picked up her chair and walked to the place where Aunt Yidao was sitting, and put Aunt Yidao's stool aside before she sat down.

Sitting down, she reached out and zoomed into the zither strings, and did not move for a long time.

Aunt Yidao poured a cup of tea leisurely, and smiled with her eyelids hanging: "What, my brain is not good, I don't remember?"

Mu Qingge rolled her eyes, "My brain is not as good as my aunt." ”

"You don't remember any of them?"

Mu Qingge heard some schadenfreude in Aunt Yidao's words, she didn't hear it, and asked, "......Are the fingertips and strings perpendicular when you play?"

"I've only been playing for so long, haven't you seen it?"

Mu Qingge didn't answer, but said, "Please ask my aunt to demonstrate again." ”

"I'm still thinking you're pretty good, I think I'm overestimating you. Aunt Yidao said this, put down the cup leisurely, leaned over slightly and stretched out her hand to flick it a few times, "See?"

"Thank you, Aunt Yidao. Mu Qingge said lightly, then frowned and stretched out his hand, and flicked stiffly......

Before she could say which scale it was, Aunt Yidao slapped her on the back: "Are you a plank?

This slap is not small at all, if it is a weaker little girl, her heart, liver, spleen and lungs should be photographed by her!

Although Mu Qingge is not weak, his back is also spicy and spicy!

Her eyes glared fiercely at Aunt Yidao.

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Mu Qingge wanted to burst into foul language, she wouldn't die if she didn't say it to her, as for using such a murderous way?!

Besides, did she tell her what position she should be in when she plays?

Did you emphasize it to her before?

"What are you glaring at me? Am I wrong?"

"You're right. "She's not very comfortable with the guzheng, she used to learn those instruments quickly, and the level of criticism from others is not bad, reaching a few levels.

However, she is not interested in the guzheng at all, and the thought of playing this thing makes her feel uncomfortable!

However, she points out: "It's also wrong for you to bring your personal emotions to the piano teaching. ”

Isn't it okay to hate her in her heart, do you have to attack with words and fists?

She really wanted to ask, when did she mess with her?

Aunt Yidao pursed her lips, this time she didn't object to Mu Qingge's words, and said bluntly: "I don't like you very much." ”

"I can see this even if I was blind before. Mu Qingge's voice was faint, and she didn't show discomfort with Aunt Yidao's dislike. As he spoke, he stiffened his back and stiffened his hand to practice fingering.

Aunt Yidao listened to her words and looked at her strangely.

Mu Qingge ignored her, his eyes were fixed on the strings, and he stiffly reached out to poke out difficult notes on the zither.

She played very unhappily, almost stiffer than a plank, and her movements were not good.

However, she was still playing, very seriously.

Her finger movements are not as flexible as Aunt Yidao, and what Aunt Yidao completed in more than two quarters of an hour, she played in more than three quarters of an hour.

For more than three quarters of an hour, several of her fingertips were grinding the strings with scorching pain.

She didn't say anything, and looked at Aunt Yidao after playing.

Aunt Yidao didn't get angry this time, she stood up and said lightly: "Two special fingerings are wrong." With that, she reached out and flicked it twice.

"Oh. Mu Qingge nodded, "When I played it, I felt that the sound was wrong." With that, she reached out and flicked it twice.

Aunt Yidao looked at it, took out a book from her chest, threw it on the guzheng, and said, "There are exercises in here, you can watch the songs on it and practice it well." ”

After that, she didn't give Mu Qingge a chance at all, turned around and left.

After taking two steps, she paused, turned her head and said, "No matter which song is good, you have to practice at least one song, and I will check it tomorrow to see how effective you are."

Remember, you can't stop practicing, and if you're still at this stage and haven't made any progress at all, don't blame me for being rude. ”

With that, she pulled the corners of her mouth and sneered, and left.

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