"Forget it, Yufan, this time, there is another time. Didn't Xiaoya say that she will take the exam twice a year?" Seeing the depressed Liu Yufan, Ma Wendong comforted while driving.

"It's okay, Brother Dong, you don't have to persuade me." Liu Yufan smiled, trying hard to make a look that doesn't matter. But anyone can see the reluctant intention. [The latest updates are all in search.]

How can I not be depressed? More than 100 days of hard work and outstanding performance, but I got such a failed score. For Liu Yufan, who was taking the exam for the first time, it was a heavy blow.

Of course, he did not think of his own, and thought of Wang He. After all, even if he had no good impression of Wang He, Liu Yufan didn't think he would be "shameless" to this extent, let alone think that he was "fair" in his heart all the time, and that the "strict" grading exam would be so dark.

Don’t look at his two lives, this circle is a brand new world for him.

So, despite his depression, Liu Yufan tried his best to find the reason from himself.

"Maybe as Principal Wang said, my skills are still not in place. Although those people are not as familiar as me, maybe their skills are standard?" Liu Yufan explained to himself.

The car turned into Dongjianli Community and stopped in front of Building 22. I have to say that Ma Wen’s ability to remember the road is definitely first-class. He only came once and recorded the road. If Liu Yufan had changed, he would not remember it if he came twice.

I looked at the time and it was just over 9 o'clock, and it was still a while before the time agreed with Mo Yan at 9:30.

Liu Yufan walked up the stairs and soon arrived at the door of Mo Yan's room. He knocked on the door, and after a while, the door inside opened.

"Teacher Mo." Looking at Mo Yan behind the door, Liu Yufan greeted politely.

"Well, come in." Mo Yan nodded to him and let him into the room.

Mo Yan rarely spoke. After Liu Yufan entered the house, he didn't say much, so he took Liu Yufan to the piano room, opened the piano cover, and signaled Liu Yufan to sit down.

Liu Yufan did not sit down immediately, but said embarrassedly: "Teacher Mo, I have something to tell you."

"What's the matter?" Mo Yan looked at Liu Yufan and asked.

"It's the piano grading exam last week, I didn't pass." Liu Yufan said in the back, his voice a little low, and he seemed to feel a little embarrassed.

"What's the exam?" Mo Yan asked with a frown.

"It's that, the CET-6 test of the Audio Association. I went to check my grades today and I only got 57 points. Teacher, I'm embarrassing you." Liu Yufan said embarrassedly.

"Hmph, Yinhui? What is that?" Mo Yan snorted with dissatisfaction when he heard Liu Yufan's words, then sat on the piano bench and looked at Liu Yufan and said, "Don't you remember the three requests I made to you last week?"

"Remember, Teacher Mo, I don't mean that either. Don't worry, I will definitely not take the piano exam. I just feel that I performed well last time and I was a little unwilling to accept it." Liu Yufan couldn't help but say. He was in a state of anger. When he saw Mo Yan, he suddenly felt a kind of confidant.

"Do you think that at your own level, you should be very sure to pass the sixth level, right?" Mo Yan continued to ask.

When Liu Yufan heard Mo Yan's words, he didn't continue to say anything, but his expression clearly agreed with Mo Yan's words.

"Hmph, what music association, their group of people are qualified to take other people's students? What a joke! Let me tell you again, during my piano learning with me, I will never be allowed to participate in any messy grading or competitions. As for the day you go on, I don't care, how you like to participate. But I still want to tell you, don't participate in a competition when you see a prize, and want to get a prize when you see it. Do you think that if you get a certificate or something, your level will be amazing?" Mo Yan seemed to have a lot of words suddenly, and he was a little excited.

"I understand, teacher." Liu Yufan quickly confessed his attitude. Looking at Mo Yan's appearance, I'm afraid that he might even be able to knock him out if he mentioned the exam again.

"Well, okay, let's go to class. Let's reply to the etudes I assigned for you first." Mo Yan said, giving up the piano to Liu Yufan, and then he moved a chair and sat next to him.

After opening the piano score written by Mo Yan, turning on the first page, Liu Yufan began to "return to class".

There are 30 piano etudes left by Mo Yan for Liu Yufan, each of which has about two pages. It takes about one minute to actually play each song. However, in this minute, the amount of exercise required for fingers is extremely large.

Take this first song as an example. It uses the simplest C major, and the main melody is also on the right hand. It is said that this is the simplest song. But it is not the case when playing it.

In the song, Mo Yan added many temporary lifting marks, and each note was marked with detailed fingering. Those fingering techniques were not regular fingering, and they were very twisted when played. Although Liu Yufan felt that it would be easier to play if he changed his fingering techniques, he did not dare to do this. Because Mo Yan emphasized the issue of fingering techniques to him when he was leaving homework last time.

Starting from the c of the second group of small characters, a series of quick sixteenth notes spiral upwards. Liu Yufan's hands always maintain a tight hand shape, because many of the melody in this section are changing notes, and the notes are densely arranged, and coupled with a bit of awkward fingering, it is not particularly smooth to bounce.

Fortunately, the left hand is not difficult, it is just a regular semi-decomposed chord.

After playing less than four sections, Mo Yan stopped.

Mo Yan has a "bad habit" that likes to interrupt others' performance. Generally, when teachers return to class, if they don't encounter big problems, they generally will not interrupt students' performance, because the integrity of the training song is also an important part. But Mo Yan is not like this. At least, he treats Liu Yufan now, as long as he is slightly dissatisfied with his wishes, he will immediately stop playing again.

"Look at your wrist, your whole strength cannot be reduced. The sound sounds dry and not moist at all. Look like this, look!" Mo Yan stood behind Liu Yufan, put his right hand on the keys, and his ten fingers moved flexibly as if he was "stickled" to the keys.

It's still the same melody, the same speed, but each note seems to have a bright luster, like life.

Looking at Mo Yan's right hand that was "like a fish in water" on the keys, Liu Yufan's eyes were both envious and envious. Even every subtle finger lifting movement was so just right, and he would never waste a slight amount of effort. Moreover, it was so stable that even at a relatively fast speed, there was still a sense of being slow and fast, all in control.

"You must use your brain to play the piano, focus your attention on every movement and every muscle feeling. You must be predictive of every touch, form an impression in your mind in advance, and imagine the sound you want. You cannot play it casually and do the movements mechanically. If you practice the piano like that, even if you practice a song a thousand times, you will not make any progress." Mo Yan finished this demonstration and stood behind Liu Yufan and said.

"Work your brain and have foresight, is it?" Liu Yufan seemed to have realized something when he recalled Mo Yan's words just now and imagined Mo Yan's actions just now.

Put your right hand on the keys and gently lift your big finger. Liu Yufan focused his attention at the joints of the palm, felt its force, lifted his fingers, and then dropped them. The side of the big finger touched the keys and fell. The keys drove the strings to strike the strings and make sounds.

It was a very wonderful feeling. After slowing down the movements, Liu Yufan had a feeling that he could master the sound, as if the sound was what he wanted in his heart. This feeling made him feel very happy.

It was still that melody. This time, Liu Yufan didn't know how many times he slowed down his speed, and he was afraid he was not even at the bank. Every time he lifted it, it fell very slowly. Liu Yufan imagined the movement of his fingers and the effect on the keys in his heart, imagined the sound of the piano, and imagined that every note was under his control. Slowly, he became fascinated by this wonderful feeling.

In his mind, the scene of Mo Yan playing the piano with one hand just now appeared. The hand was as if it was "sticked" to the piano. No matter how Liu Yufan imitated it, he could not find that feeling. Now that he has slowed down so many times, he suddenly felt a little bit.

The transmission of power, no, should be the transmission of weight.

Last time, Mo Yan and he emphasized the issue of weight use that he always felt very mysterious. After all, the whole body is a whole, so how can it be divided so clearly? Which part is the weight of the fingers, which part is the forearm, and which part is the top arm, how can it be divided? Will it be cut off?

But this time, Liu Yufan vaguely felt that when he slowly tapped his big finger, it seemed that a "small piece" of weight was "sent" into the keys by himself. As the other finger was raised, the "weight" was passed along an invisible line to the second finger. When the second finger was bounced, the sound of the tap seemed to echo the first sound, and it was so tight and comfortable. At this moment, Liu Yufan felt why both Jiang Ya and Mo Yan said that the sound he played was inconsistent. At first, he was not convinced and felt that he had played very closely. Now he understood what was wrong with him.

The invisible line perfectly carried the small piece of weight and connected each note together. In this way, the whole melody finally sounded like a complete ribbon, sounding so harmonious and comfortable.

"So that's how it feels!" Liu Yufan captured the feeling of that moment and felt inexplicably excited. With this excitement, his subordinates couldn't help but get faster. Just as it was a little faster, the mysterious feeling just now disappeared without a trace.

Mo Yan kept watching Liu Yufan's performance behind him. This time, Liu Yufan played so slowly, but he did not interrupt. With his eyes, he could naturally see what Liu Yufan had realized at this moment. Although he didn't say anything, he nodded slightly in his heart and thought that this kid had a good understanding.

However, seeing Liu Yufan bounce faster and faster, he suddenly stopped and his face began to "cloudly turns cloudy" again.

"Hmph, I just touched the door and got carried away!" Mo Yan thought dissatisfiedly. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

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