Chapter 61

After Lin Yuan stayed in the company for a few days, the winter vacation officially ended, and various colleges and universities began to open one after another, including Qinzhou art college.

Stop working for a while.

Lin Yuan returned to campus life.

This is the new semester. There is an extra professional course on Lin Yuan's schedule, but this professional course is very friendly to Lin Yuan himself -

piano class.

It is not necessary for students of composition department to master all kinds of musical instruments, but a certain understanding is essential, and piano is just an important musical instrument that composition department must contact.

At school, Lin Yuan is undoubtedly a good student.

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

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

"Ladies and gentlemen."

The piano teacher is a male. Although he is not tall, he has a handsome face, long hair and a small braid. He is very artistic and sets a bad example for the students.

it is clear that the school does not advocate students to have long hair.

"You are students of Qin Yi's composition department. Most of you have a certain piano foundation, or even a good level. So when you hear that there is an extra piano class this semester, maybe many of you can't resist the impulse to show your piano skills in front of your classmates?"

This is the beginning 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 Mr. Huang. I will be your piano teacher in the future."

Fifty people in the class applauded.

Huang Benyu said with a smile: "every year, the students in the composing Department think they are very good at piano lessons in the first class. Put away your ideas. Don't think you can ignore my lessons if you have a little piano knowledge. Except Gu Xi, I think I can't teach in your school. All other students should give me down-to-earth learning, because your level is far from good ！”

This is a downfall.

Huang Benyu sat on the chair and said lazily, "you learned the theoretical knowledge last semester. In this class, let's teach music from a relatively simple point of view. By the way, we can satisfy some of you who want to show their thoughts. Can we all know Qin opera?"

The students nodded.

The vast majority of people began to come into contact with the piano, and the music they learned was quite similar. Qin Qu is a classic primary piece.

"Good."

Huang Benyu said faintly: "let's find someone to play Qin Qu first. Don't you want to show it? I'll give you a chance."

Shua Shua!

The next group raised their hands.

Huang Benyu's mouth began to turn around, and he liked the appearance that these students were scrambling to make a wrong demonstration. This is the old routine that he would play every time before giving a new student a lesson -

first, find a student who thinks he is good at piano.

When the student finished playing the music and was ready to enjoy the worship of his classmates, he picked out every mistake from a professional point of view, and then dealt a severe blow to the confidence of these students, so that they could understand that their level was not as high as they thought.

Tut tut.

Look how excited these people are.

Adrenals and hormones are overproduced, right?

It's estimated that they all want to put on a good wave of ideas in front of the students, right?

In particular, all the students in the first row raised their hands. Every year, they are so scheming. In fact, the idea of grabbing the first row seat is to show their piano skills. After many years as a teacher, Huang Benyu knows the psychology of these students very well.

Eh?

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

Huang Benyu looks at Lin Yuan, who stands out from the "no hands up" level or the "beauty" level.

Not raising your hand is the reverse?

If you are a smart child, you will be chosen as the unlucky one. Huang Benyu looks at Lin Yuan who didn't raise his hand: "will you?"

Lin Yuan said, "a little bit."

Sure enough, it's a counter routine. I know how to play, but I don't raise my hand. When everyone raises their hands, you succeed in attracting my attention.

Huang Benyu said: "then you play it?"

"All right."

Lin Yuan gets up reluctantly.

He thought the teacher was very strange. Eighty percent of the students in the class raised their hands, but he let them go.

"Well

Other students see that they did not choose, some disappointed put down their hands.

Lin Yuan sat in front of the piano.

He has studied Qin Qu, so he can play it. However, there are many versions of it. Since the teacher didn't specify the version, Lin Yuan simply chose his favorite version.

Five fingers open.

Right hand down key.The first group of chords sounded heavily, strong and powerful, followed by Lin Yuan's left hand, ten fingers jumping on the keys.

"A new edition of Qin Qu"

Huang Benyu picked the eyebrow. There are many versions of this song, but Lin Yuan chose a very difficult version, which he did not dare to play well.

Lin Yuan was immersed in the performance.

The slanting sound stream is like arrows flying all over the sky. In the clear contrast between strong and weak, the mellow stress is interspersed, which is not abrupt at all.

Huang Benyu's expression gradually changed.

When the music goes to the tenth bar, Lin Yuan's voice under his fingers shows amazing elasticity. There are almost no wrong sounds. There are some sticky sounds in the middle, but Huang Benyu knows that he can't avoid them.

Mature playing techniques

Under the treatment of Lin Yuan, the small notes are very delicate. The clear division of sentences and the perfect outline of the small motive clearly interpret the artistic conception of the music.

It's not just Huang Benyu.

Even the students in the seats couldn't help but stare, and some of the girls looked at Lin Yuan slightly confused.

"The last paragraph."

When a long tone sounds, the students who know this piece of music feel it. This is the end of the piece and the most sad part of the piece.

Not willing.

Sorry.

Emotions are conveyed through the piano keys. Lin Yuan's arms swing back and forth very fast. His fingers almost fall in the mode of impact. Finally, the music ends with a wailing sound.

Sit up straight.

Lin Yuan is finished.

Those who know a little bit about piano all know how difficult Lin Yuangang's playing is. Spontaneous applause rang, and Huang Benyu couldn't help but stand up, full of chaos.

What?

What is this?

You call that a little bit?

It's hard to be a teacher in qinyi!

Gu Xi, who never takes his own piano lessons, still has to give credit. After all, he is a rare piano genius and has been on the Golden Hall of his dream.

But now how come such a wicked student?

This level is better than me!

How can I teach this piano lesson?

After the applause subsided, in the quiet classroom, Huang Benyu swallowed hard, then coughed and said with a smile, "if you are all at this level, I will go to the headmaster's office of the next teaching building and resign now."

The crowd laughed.

"What's your name?" Huang asked

"Lin Yuan."

"Who did you learn piano from?"

"My mother." Lin Yuan lied calmly.

"Which master is your mother?" said Huang

At this moment, a series of names of the active piano masters who have climbed the golden hall have appeared in his mind.

Lin Yuan thought about it and said, "music teacher of class 3, grade 4, Yongning Village hope primary school."