"You wait a minute, then come in." I don't know where Jiang Ling'an is in the house, and the voice that came out was a little muffled.

"There is a mask at the door, you can bring it, I am in the room on the left-hand side......"

Remembering that Lin Muyuan should still have the piano with her, Mr. Jiang changed his words halfway through: "You can also go in directly, it's okay." ”

The teacher is not there, why is Lin Muyuan embarrassed to go in directly? Not to mention that in the past three days, Lin Muyuan was still apologizing for her undeserved doubts.

Just said that the total market value of the house was no less than hundreds of thousands of pianos, incense, and teacups - Lin Muyuan didn't feel that he had just studied with the teacher for a few days, so he was embarrassed to go in directly.

The gentleman is cautious, Lin Muyuan feels that even if he is not a gentleman, he will not mess with Mr. Jiang's things......

"Teacher." Lin Muyuan, who was wearing a mask, still appeared at the door of the room that Jiang Lingan said, raised his hand and knocked on the door, only to find that it was wrapped in a layer of insulation.

"Come in, be careful not to touch it, you'll have allergies."

Listening to Teacher Jiang's words, Lin Muyuan was cautious in her gestures, but she didn't understand why the teacher said that she would be allergic.

When Lin Muyuan walked into the yin room, Jiang Lingan was pasting gold leaf on the small beads that had been twisted.

Maybe he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to remind him, so Lin Muyuan accidentally affected his studies because of allergies. In a few seconds, Jiang Lingan put down the tweezers, and steadily inserted the small beads strung on the bamboo skewer on the foam next to him: "Most people are allergic to lacquer. ”

"It's serious, I smell it a few meters away, and I will have a strange itch on my body after a few days." After explaining, Jiang Lingan turned to one side, bypassed Lin Muyuan and went out, "I'll wash my hands, you wait for me in the house first." ”

Standing in the empty room, Lin Muyuan couldn't help but feel a little curious.

A person like Mr. Jiang is still the only one Lin Muyuan has seen in his life. There is no need to post calligraphy all over the wall to set off the so-called antique, and there is no need to show your understanding of tea with teacups and tea pets on the wall.

The small screen on the table finally attracted Lin Muyuan's attention - the gap around it showed that the screen, which was only two palm-sized, could be rotated.

On the top of the head of the crane Danzhu who wants to fly, the white feathers are long and soothing. If you look closely, you can see some graininess in the concave part. This is also a kind of lacquer craft, but I haven't noticed it in my hometown in Fujian, and Lin Muyuan only thinks it's novel.

"That's a screen carved into dust." I don't know when the sound of running water has stopped, and Jiang Lingan doesn't know when he appeared at the door of the house, "When the piano is inlaid with the forehead, I will have a similar feeling." ”

explained the process concisely, Jiang Lingan knew that the current Lin Muyuan might not understand. It doesn't matter if you arrive, the former is going to teach this student well in the days to come, and there is no rush for anything.

"I taught you yesterday, and you went back to practice?" Wiping the water on his hands, Jiang Lingan beckoned Lin Muyuan to sit down face to face with him, "I'll take a look later." ”

The guqin is not noisy, even in a dormitory, it is actually not annoying. But Lin Muyuan was afraid of making noise, so she would still take the piano to the outside of the dormitory building to practice, and after practicing, she would go back to the dormitory and place the piano.

"You have to do the most basic fingering well."

The scattered sounds are all from the fingering of the right hand, and there are not many fingerings such as "hooking, picking, wiping, ticking, beating, picking, supporting, splitting, and pinching".

"The nine-story platform starts from the soil. Great oaks from little acorns grow.. Fortunately, both the teachers and the students understand this.

The sound of the piano is ringing, some of the hard gas of gold and stone, the sound is strong, and the ground is vibrating, and the birds on the branches outside the window are shaken down in an instant, and the cranes on the screen are long in the air.