Playing the piano is really hard.
The Ballet Prince on the piano bench did not know how many times he screamed today.
Xiang Guai looked down at the hands on the black and white keyboard and fell into deep self-doubt.
Why on earth did he think he was fit to play the piano
He turned to look at the music teacher who was standing beside the piano and looked at him lovingly, and he could only swallow all the complaints back in his stomach.
"Very good, let's do it again." The piano teacher clapped his hands and timed for him, "do rei mi wears fa sol la ti... let's add the left hand: do rei mi wears fa sol with the right hand and la ti with the left hand..."
Unfortunately, this time was not so lucky. Although it is the simplest C major scale, the fingering of the two hands is completely different. Xiang Guai can play very smoothly with one hand, but when both hands are on the keyboard at the same time, they become two pigs' trotters fighting each other.
He thought that when Mr. Jin Yong wrote Xiaolongnv's hands to bet each other, he probably wouldn't be more labored than him.
He held on tight, not letting the frustrated look creep up on his face.
He wanted to send the teacher away: "Teacher, I'll just practice by myself, you can go and see other students."
In the piano classroom, there are seven other classmates who took the piano as an elective like him. They all started to learn the piano when they entered school at the age of 11 or 12. There was a thick stack of piano scores on the piano frame in front of everyone. Bach, Hanon, Czerny, only he was still facing Beginners course to practice scales.
When he was practicing, those classmates stopped even playing the violin, and stretched their necks curiously, watching him as if they were watching a lively scene that they hadn't seen in eight hundred years.
Xiang guessed that he was really "lively".
The music teacher also noticed those lazy classmates. She turned her head and said with a bluffing face, "Why did you stop? Did I let you rest? If anyone doesn't practice the piano well, they will have their evening self-study today and come to me to report!"
As soon as these words came out, the classmates were so frightened that they retracted their heads and played the sonata in their hands. It's just that they were playing, and their heads were turned ninety degrees again, and their minds were not on the score in front of them at all.
Xiang Gu could only bite the bullet and continue to bounce down.
The music teacher coaxed him: "It doesn't matter, you started four years later than everyone else. It is normal for you to have a gap at this stage. As long as you practice well, you will definitely catch up with everyone."
Xiang Guess was a little unconvinced and thought, when did I become a "gap" and a "person who can't keep up with everyone"
After the piano lesson in the morning, the students hurried to the cafeteria. There is an hour and a half break at noon. If they hurry up enough, they can go back to the dormitory to sleep after lunch.
Xiang Guess didn't go, he stayed alone in the piano classroom, pressing the keys.
A head came in through the door.
The girl's lively voice came: "Let's go to Guai! You are not active in such an important thing as eating?"
Xiang Gu said no, he wanted to practice the piano.