"Anqi, look, this one should be played like this." In the room late at night, Beifan sat in front of the piano and looked very energetic, and the young man's fingers jumped lightly on those black and white keys.

Chen Anqi on the side looked very obsessed. She had never seen anyone so immersed in piano playing, so in Anqi's eyes, He Beifan was so unique.

Fan pursed his lips, he actually felt very tired, but for some reason, it seemed that he would lose his sleepiness even when he was extremely tired.

"Pay attention to the fingering, you just played this paragraph with a problem." His tone was very light but so magnetic that Angel suddenly noticed that under Beifan's guidance, she seemed to be more willing to play the piano.

"Well, that's it, you try again." Bei Fan walked down from the piano bench as he spoke, and motioned for Angel to come up and try his hand. The girl smiled shyly.

Even though she is already a student at the Conservatory, for some reason, she still has an indescribable shyness when facing Beifan.

Fan Chong smiled at Angel, looking very warm, his temperament has always been gentle. What's more, Angel is three years older than him, and there is inevitably some respect in Fan's words.

The girl sat down slowly, she had a pair of beautiful hands, the bones of the hands were slender and powerful, worthy of being a young piano, but the piano skills were slightly inferior to those of Fan.

She laughed, then bounced. He Beifan stood next to her and looked at her with a serious face, even though Anqi still had two wrong notes, Beifan didn't say anything, but patiently waited for her to finish playing.

The girl's piano sound is very pleasant, after all, she is a professionally trained person, so there is no problem in terms of technique, but her mastery of the score is not very strong.

Beifan stood beside the piano and couldn't help but cross his arms, his face was very gentle. This kind of work is actually beyond Beifan's expectations, so even if Anqi doesn't play well, he won't complain.

The moonlight of the night shone softly on the piano stand, and Angel's fingers pressed the last key lightly, and then stopped.

The girl licked her lower lip and looked at Fan with a sideways face, looking a little embarrassed, maybe she was not confident enough in her piano sound.

Unexpectedly, He Beifan didn't say it directly, on the contrary, the boy's attitude was as gentle as ever, "Anqi, you play very smoothly." ”

Fan couldn't help but give Chen Anqi a big thumbs up when she said that, even if she made a few mistakes, Bei Fan knew in his heart that there was still to be corresponding encouragement, which was the experience left to him by the old man when he practiced in the piano room in the past.

This was obviously unexpected by Chen Anqi, the girl seemed to know her level of playing the piano, Beifan was just such a casual boast, she seemed even more shy.

Fan cleared his throat, and Angel walked down from the piano in a playful manner. Even though it was already one o'clock in the morning, He Beifan was still as serious as ever about playing the piano.

"Look, Angel, you made the wrong note just now. It may be that this paragraph has high requirements for fingering. The boy pursed his lips as he spoke, and repeated the presentation to her.

"Do I have any other questions?" Anqi asked cautiously, she always felt that her piano level was good before, but since He Beifan appeared, Chen Anqi realized that what she understood was only a scratch of the surface.

"Hmm." He thought about it, and couldn't help but play in front of the piano, "And, that's it." ”

The young man rolled his eyes, and then said slowly, "Angel, when you play the piano, your fingers should be raised, before and after each finger plays each note, and the fingers that are not playing for the time being should also be raised. ”

"Huh?" Angel opened her mouth a little dazedly, as if she didn't understand what the boy who was three years younger than herself was talking about.

Even though she was already studying at the conservatory, her teacher didn't tell her about the trick she had discovered. Angel wanted to ask something, but she felt she shouldn't question him.

Unexpectedly, He Beifan had already seen Anqi's careful thoughts, and the young man paused, "Well, that's the case." ”

"When playing the piano, the fingers can be raised so that the fingers can be at a certain distance from the keys, so as to generate enough inertial force to play a strong and powerful sound, so that the sound has enough overtone vibration to linger.

"In addition, raising the fingers when practicing the piano can also increase the amount of finger movement and enhance the training effect of the finger playing function."

After Beifan finished speaking slowly, he found that Chen Anqi looked at him with a look of surprise, and changed his words again, "Of course, in fact, it is not necessary to do this, but the effect of playing in this way will be better." ”

He stopped his fingers and simply stood up from the piano bench, "Come on, Angel, you try again and see if you can make some progress this time." ”

Chen Anqi didn't know why, but she was a little nervous in her heart. Before, she asked her father to ask Beifan to teach her to practice the piano, which was just a joke.

I didn't think that Fan was so serious, so careful about fingering and every key, "Hmm." Angel replied softly, but she couldn't hide her restraints.

Angel sat very upright in front of the piano bench, but for such a meticulous Beifan, the girl's hands began to tremble involuntarily.

But He Beifan is also a person who plays the piano, how could he not see this, "Relax, Anqi, relax your forearms." The boy admonished uneasily.

But the more he said this, the tighter Anqi's arm became, and the boy couldn't help but grab the girl's arm, even if it was a bit out of proportion, but it was nothing to play the piano. ”

Angel, the wrist and forearm, the two parts that are most prone to tension and soreness, should be relaxed as much as possible. ”

His voice was still so soft, like a spring breeze, that made people feel incomparably comfortable. This made Angel gradually fade away from that uneasy feeling.

"Look, aren't you much better now?" Bei Fan said and put down the hand on Anqi's forearm.

"Anqi, play scales and arpeggios, use your own independent strength at your fingers, and don't use your wrists and forearms to pressurize or add force."

Chen Anqi's eyes were dull, and he still looked like he didn't understand. Bei Fan paused for two seconds before continuing to explain.

"If you shake strongly, it means that you are pressurizing and pressurizing. It's nothing to play like this for a while, but after a long time, your wrists and arms are sore, and it's hard to keep playing. ”

His explanation was very detailed, which made Angel even more impressed.

If she was only attracted by He Beifan's handsome appearance before, then now she is even more devoted to the talent of the youth, "You know a lot." Angel smiled sheepishly.

"Where?" With a smile on his cheeks, the young man shrugged his shoulders as if unintentionally, "I only discovered this problem when I was practicing." ”

Beifan bit his lower lip, and couldn't help but think of his enlightenment teacher.

"In the past, when I practiced the piano, in order to take the exam, I would practice for a few hours, and my arm would be extremely sore. But you can't stop for a day, so the next day will only be more uncomfortable. ”

The painful experience in the past was understated by Beifan, maybe Fan didn't care about it for a long time, which made Anqi feel an indescribable distress.

She naturally likes music, but the piano is her shortcoming, if she practices the piano like Beifan, it is better to kill him.

"So, if your arm hurts, how do you persevere?" In fact, this is also the question that Chen Anqi wants to ask the most, so her eyes are full of expectation at this time.

Some things seem easy, but in the long run, you will inevitably get tired of them. What's more, practicing the piano every day is an ascetic-like life in Chen Anqi's eyes.

"Me?" Beifan smiled, as if the hardships he had experienced were not enough to worry about.

"If you want to relieve the pain, you have to find a way to do it yourself. Therefore, I try to exert the strength of my fingers, because I have found that only when my fingers have fully developed their independent skills, and they do not need to rely on other external forces, can they play the piano for a long time, freely, and ...... well."

As they were talking, there was a knock on the door of Angel Chen's room, "Who?" The girl subconsciously asked, but saw her father walk in with a plate of almond cakes.

"Xiaoqi, haven't you finished practicing yet?" The man looked at his daughter worriedly, seemingly ignoring Beifan's existence.

"This almond cake has just been baked, you eat it while it's hot." Boss Chen smiled at his daughter as he spoke, seeing that she hadn't rested so late, he couldn't help but be a little worried about her body.

Angel looked a little impatient, "Dad, I said it all, you don't have to do it for me." The girl's brow furrowed slightly.

"Ouch, Kiki, you've worked so the piano. How can you do it without supplementing with some nutrients? The man said and patted his daughter on the shoulder.

"Also, you can rest in a while, don't play." Boss Chen said and put the plate of almond cake on Anqi's desk, "I know your favorite cake for this cake." ”

"Dad, didn't I tell you? I want to lose weight at night and don't eat. Father's kindness was exchanged for Angel's sigh, but Boss Chen obviously didn't think so.

"Okay, Kiki, what are you losing weight when you're so thin?" The man was very puzzled by his daughter's words.

"Okay, you'll remember to eat it later." As he spoke, Boss Chen walked out of Anqi's room and closed the door casually.

Angel looked a little embarrassed, and she shook her head helplessly. "That's how my dad is."

But Beifan felt the kind of love that the man had for his daughter, "Anqi, I envy you." The boy's voice was slightly muffled.

"What do you envy me?" Angel asked curiously, but she didn't feel that she was happy.

"I envy you for having a father who loves you so much." Bei Fan said that there was a wry smile on his cheeks, but the sadness in the young man's eyes Chen Anqi naturally couldn't understand it.