After Lin Yuan stayed in the company for a few days, the winter vacation officially ended, and major colleges and universities opened one after another, including Qinzhou Art Institute.

Take a break from what you're doing.

Lin Yuan returned to campus life.

This is a new semester, and there is one more professional course on Lin Yuan's class schedule, but this professional course is quite friendly to Lin Yuan personally-

Piano lessons.

It is not necessary for students of the composition department to be proficient in various musical instruments, but a certain understanding is essential, and the piano is precisely the important instrument that the composition department must come into contact with.

At school, Lin Yuan was undoubtedly a good student.

Although the system said that Lin Yuan's piano was at a professional level, Lin Yuan still appeared in the piano classroom obediently.

Not only for credits, but also because someone said last time that Lin Yuan's piano level was not good, so he thought about whether he could take this opportunity to improve.

"Everyone. ”

The piano teacher is a male, although he is not tall, but his face is very handsome, he has long hair and a small braid, he is very artistic, and he also sets a bad example for the students-

Obviously, the school does not encourage students to have long hair.

"You are students of Qin Yi's composition department, and most of them should have a certain piano foundation, or even a good level, so when you heard that there is an extra piano class this semester, many of you may not be able to resist the urge to show off a wave of piano skills in front of your classmates, right?"

This is the opening remarks of the piano teacher's first lesson.

Just one sentence hit the psychology of many people in the class.

Then he introduced himself: "My name is Huang Benyu, you can call me Teacher Huang, and I will be your piano teacher in the future." ”

Fifty people in the class applauded.

Huang Benyu smiled slightly: "The first piano lesson of the students in the composition department every year thinks that they are very good, put away your ideas, don't think that you can not take my lessons in your eyes if you have a little piano foundation, except for Gu Xi, a student I think I can't teach, all other students in your school should give me a down-to-earth learning, because your level is still far behind!"

It's a dismount.

Huang Benyu sat on the chair and said lazily: "You have learned the theoretical knowledge last semester, we will teach music in this class, let's start with a relatively simple one, by the way, to meet the minds of some of you who want to show, "Qin Song" will be, right?"

The students nodded.

The vast majority of people have begun to contact the piano, and the tunes they learn are relatively similar, and "Qin Song" is a more classic primary repertoire.

"Good. ”

Huang Benyu said lightly: "Then let's find someone to play "Qin Song" first, don't you want to show off and give you a chance." ”

Whew!

The group below raised their hands.

The corners of Huang Benyu's mouth were hooked, and he liked the way this group of students rushed to make a wrong demonstration, which was an old routine he would play once every time he gave a lesson to a new student-

First, find a student who thinks he has a good piano level on stage.

When the student finished playing the song and was ready to enjoy the worship of his classmates, he picked out every mistake he made from a professional point of view, and then hit the confidence of this group of students hard, so that this group of students understood that their level was not as high as they thought.

Gee.

Look how excited this group of people is.

There is an overproduction of adrenal glands and hormones, right?

I guess they all have the idea of pretending to be a wave in front of their classmates, right?

Especially the students in the first row, all raised their hands, the students are so scheming every year, in fact, grab the first row to sit, this group of students is the idea of being able to show off their piano skills, and after being a teacher for many years, Huang Benyu understands the psychology of this group of students too well.

Huh?

Huang Benyu suddenly noticed that among the students in the first row, one of them didn't raise his hand?

Huang Benyu looked at Lin Yuan, who stood out from the crowd from both the level of "not raising his hand" and the level of "appearance".

Not raising your hand is anti-routine?

A child who is smart but is mistaken by being smart, just choose you to be this unlucky ghost, Huang Benyu looked at Lin Yuan who didn't raise his hand: "Will you?"

Lin Yuan said: "It will be a little bit." ”

Sure enough, it's an anti-routine, obviously you can play but don't raise your hand, and when everyone raises your hand, you who don't raise your hand successfully caught my attention.

Huang Benyu said: "Then you want to try it?"

"Okay. ”

Lin Yuan reluctantly got up.

He thought the teacher was very strange, 80 percent of the students in the class had raised their hands, and he had let himself who had not raised their hands go up.

"Huh. ”

The other students saw that they were not selected, and they put down their hands in disappointment.

Lin Yuan sat in front of the piano.

He had studied "Qin Song", so he could indeed play it, but there were many versions of this song, and since the teacher did not specify the version, Lin Yuan simply chose the version he preferred.

Spread your fingers.

Right-hand drop key.

The first set of chords sounded heavily, strong and powerful, and then Lin Yuan's left hand followed, and ten fingers jumped on the keys.

"A remade version of Qin Song?"

Huang Benyu raised his eyebrows, there are many versions of this song, Lin Yuan chose an extremely difficult version, and even he didn't dare to guarantee that he could play this version well.

Lin Yuan was immersed in the performance.

The slanted sound flow is like an arrow flying in the sky, and the mellow accents are interspersed in the clear contrast between strength and weakness, which is not abrupt at all.

Huang Benyu's expression gradually changed.

In the tenth measure of the music, the music under Lin Yuan's fingers showed amazing elasticity, there were almost no mistakes, and there were some sticky sounds in the middle, but this occasional sticky sound, Huang Benyu knew that he couldn't avoid it.

Mature playing technique......

The small notes are very delicate under Lin Yuan's processing, and the clear division of musical phrases and the perfect outline of small motives clearly interpret the artistic conception of the music.

It's not just Huang Benyu.

Even the students in the seats couldn't help but widen their eyes, and the eyes of some girls looking at Lin Yuan were even more confused.

"The last paragraph. ”

When a long sound sounded, the students who knew the piece invariably sensed that this was the end of the piece and the saddest part of the piece.

Unwilling.

Regretful.

The emotion was conveyed through the keys, and Lin Yuan's arms swayed back and forth very quickly, his fingers almost falling in a striking pattern, and finally ending the song with a mournful piano note.

Sit up straight.

Lin Yuan finished playing.

Anyone who knows a little bit about piano knows how difficult Lin Yuan's playing just now is, and the spontaneous applause rang out, and Huang Benyu couldn't help but stand up, his mind full of chaos.

What?

What's this?

Do you call this a little bit?

It's so difficult to be a teacher in Qin Yi!

There is a Gu Xi who has never taken his own piano lessons, but he still has to give credits obediently, after all, he is a rare piano genius who has boarded the golden hall of his dreams.

But why is there such a wicked student now?

This level is better than mine!

So how do I teach this piano lesson?

After the applause subsided, in the silent classroom, Huang Benyu swallowed and foamed with difficulty, then coughed and said with a smile: "If you are all at this level, then I will go to the principal's office in the teaching building next door to resign now." ”

The crowd laughed.

Huang Benyu asked, "What's your name?"

"Lin Yuan. ”

"Who did you learn piano from?"

"My mom. Lin Yuan lied calmly.

Huang Benyu was in awe: "Which master is your mother?"

At this moment, a series of names of the current piano masters who had appeared in the Golden Hall had already appeared in his mind.

Lin Yuan thought for a while and said, "The music teacher of the third class of the fourth grade of Yongning Village Hope Primary School. ”