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Apprentice, give the music you want. The book lover, ", returned to Beiling at less than nine o'clock. The first thing you do when you enter the door is to hand over the music score in your hand to Lu Wei, who was exercising in the small garden at the front door.

"Xiaoling, I came back one day after I got home. My parents are not unhappy." Lu Wei took the music score, opened it and looked at it. It was the version of People's Music Publishing House. He showed a satisfied expression in his eyes and asked immediately.

"It's okay, it's not far away anyway, so it's not very convenient to go back when I want to go back." Xiaoling said with a smile.

"Yeah, that's true." Lu Wei closed the music score and then said: "When it's Mid-Autumn Festival, I will accompany you to go back, bring our parents together, and have a lively festival."

"Okay." Xiaoling replied happily. Looking at Lu Wei in front of him, Xiaoling was surprised to find the cheerful and confident look of the past, and returned to his eyes. In joy, Xiaoling said happily: "I will call Yiran and the others later to see if they are free. We will have a good gathering at noon today.

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After staying with Xiaoling for a while, Lu Wei turned around and returned to the living room.

Open Stanway~Qin, Lu Wei turned the music score of "Erny 599" on the first page and went to the score stand.

Looking at the familiar notes, Lu Wei sighed with emotion. Half a year ago, he was playing Chopin, Lister, Tchaikovsky in Curtis... But now, he has to face the most basic introductory practice again. This gap like clouds made Lu Wei feel a strange feeling in his heart.599,849,299,740, The Way of Famous Hands, Little Sonata, Kulao, Clementi, Haydn, Mozart, Tchaikovsky, Beethoven, Chopin, Lister... Thinking of the long journey ahead, Lu Wei felt as if mountains were standing in front of him.

However, after experiencing last night, Lu Wei did not have much fear of these exercises. He had a certain foundation. Although he had lost those soul abilities, Lu Wei had experienced it since then and knew what was right. In this way, his practice could avoid many detours. What's more, behind him, there was a soul of a music giant watching?

Shuang slowly lifted up. Lu Weidi looked straight at the piano score. Cherenie's first thirty lines. It's just a familiar story.

However, it was just so easy to practice. Lu did it very seriously. Because he knew that the more small details were inconspicuous in the early stage, the more important it was to the level of playing in the later stage. Even a high-level work with complicated skills, he also consisted of many basic techniques. Moreover, every movement in piano performance was not completely isolated. The most basic one lifting fingers and falling down the ground movements involved no less than a dozen technical difficulties. Lu Wei, who once had Kempff's soul ability, naturally knew why he could easily control those large-scale sonatas and concertos. How effective did the correct and standardized technical movements play.

As soon as the piano sounded, Lu Wei felt Beethoven's soul staring at him. This feeling was mysterious. Beethoven clearly did not make any sound, but Lu Wei could feel it.

"Don't be so straight. It's not a military posture! Let your whole body be softened. The strength should be easily conveyed in every muscle in your area. Only in this way can you get the sound you want!" Suddenly, Beethoven's voice sounded.

"The staccato training is to stand on the keys with the feeling of standing on the keys and bear the strength. Why do you do so quickly? Use the strength of the upper arm to drive the entire arm. Do not use any muscle strength when falling down. Let gravity move your arm to land on the keys!"

"Level. Level! Is your ear not good? Can't you tell which hand plays the ground and which hand plays the ground and the melody?! The bass is so heavy! It's like a heavy bear walking! It's so ugly!"

"Keep the sound, haven't you seen that it's the whole note? The little finger was raised before the fourth beat was over. I really don't know if you recognize the fifth line!"

"Please pay attention to the connection, connect!"

"What kind of fingering is that! Don't you feel uncomfortable? This is the worst fingering I've ever seen!"

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Before he knew it, Lu Wei had practiced for more than three hours, but during these three hours, Lu Wei was always repeating the most basic top fifteen exercises. It seemed that there were many fifteen exercises, but in fact, there were only less than four pages in total, all of which were the most basic exercises. However, even such exercises, Lu Wei almost never played them to satisfy Beethoven!

All the minor problems that he had ignored were not noticed by Beethoven at this moment. In fact, with Lu Wei's current level, if he did not consider the level of playing, there would be no problem in playing smoothly until mid-849. But when he was serious, he studied the song in detail. Lu Wei's shortcomings were not a little bit. After losing the master-level skills, all the irregularities formed by Lu Wei's amateur level were immediately revealed.

Faced with all the accusations from Beethoven, Lu Wei did not say a word. Lu Wei stopped and started again whenever he was called to stop until the accusation no longer appeared. Fortunately, Lu Wei's body had reached a very high level of control over the muscles after the refinement of the immortality. Once something was pointed out incorrectly, Lu Wei could always correct it as quickly as possible. Looking at Lu Wei's practice, although Beethoven did not have a word of praise, he was actually surprised by Lu Wei's high understanding and shook his head secretly. He said, "Although he had such a good talent, he still wanted to learn other people's skills." It was so stupid!"

As noon approached, Xiao Yiran, Dong Qing, Zhu Hai and other girls also arrived one after another. Although they were very busy with their own affairs, they heard Xiaoling say on the phone that Lu Wei had actually started practicing the piano, so the girls were naturally very happy and said that they would celebrate well.

"Advisor, stop practicing, let's have a meal first." Xiaoling, who was busy with a table of delicious dishes, shouted.

"Oh, I know." Lu Wei agreed and stopped practicing reluctantly. Although he played some not-so-groomed etudes and was often criticized by Beethoven, Lu Wei felt that the benefits of these three hours were quite huge. He only realized the importance of the correct method from a new beginning. At the same time, every time he understood a positive technical action, the wonderful feeling of that moment was no less than playing on the stage.

"Membersman, add!" Looking at Lu Wei coming over, Xiao Yiran avoided his gaze in a panic, but he secretly blessed in his heart.

Although I don’t know that Lu Wei’s level suddenly dropped sharply because of this, Lu Wei’s unhappiness over the past six months was seen by her and the other girls. As Lu Wei’s friends, they sincerely hoped that he could cheer up. Just now, the girls were sincerely happy when they saw him practicing the piano seriously.

After eating in a hurry, Lu Wei only greeted a few girls and returned to the front of the piano. He knew that as a new student, he was really old, and Lu Wei wanted to hurry up every minute and a second of practice. With the previous experiences and Beethoven's guidance, although Lu Wei's progress is slow at this moment, he is moving along the most scientific and correct path. Such practice is extremely attractive to him.

"Pay attention to the transmission of strength, and the accompaniment of the whole score should be even!"

"The jump should be elastic, full and shiny!"

"The wrist is too high, this hand shape is really ~ look!"

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Beethoven's accusations still sounded from time to time, but in the morning, there were much less. In fact, no matter how complicated the piano skills were, they were just some superposition and changes of basic skills. Through three hours of practice in the morning, Lu Wei had mastered the correct way of using the posture and strength. Therefore, although the technical issues faced by the repertoire played in the afternoon were more and more technical issues, but the criticism in Beethoven could quickly correct it. Some of them didn't even need to be said to him. Lu Wei could correct the most correct movements based on his own feelings, which made Beethoven's heart more and more satisfied, but the criticism he spoke seemed to be getting worse and worse.

Days go by, but Lu Wei's energy to practice is getting stronger. In addition to eating, sleeping and two hours of physical exercise, Lu Wei put almost all his time on practicing the piano. Xiaoling once calculated that Lu Wei's average daily piano practice time was about ten hours. While sighing at his perseverance, he couldn't help feeling a little distressed. You know, sometimes, it's just a small song, or even a few bars, Lu Wei has to play it repeatedly.

Two or three hours, Xiaoling heard the song that was already very perfect, but Lu Wei always showed a dissatisfied expression on his face. Xiaoling finally understood how difficult it is for a pianist to grow up. I remember Lu Wei once told her that Lang Lang, who is now very famous, practiced piano at an average of eight hours a day when she was young. At that time, she didn't understand what the concept of practicing piano at eight hours was, but now she saw it personally, she realized how difficult it was.
Chapter completed!