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Song Mingyue, who was already a child in the top class, was carrying fruit with Song Zhenglin to visit the teacher recommended by the college.

Li Zhijing, Professor Li graduated from the Leningrad Conservatory of Music in the former Soviet Union. He is now a professor at Seoul National University of the Arts and one of the Korean classical pianists.

This one has little hope of accepting a student, because I heard that Professor Li has already accepted a beloved student not long ago.Professors like them never easily recruit students in private names, and once accepted, they will put a lot of effort into cultivating education.

But Professor Li said he would like to see Song Mingyue, and they came.

When Song Mingyue arrived, Professor Li was still in the piano room, and it was Mrs. Li who entertained them.

Although Mrs. Li is over 50 years old, she is well maintained, her hair is meticulously arranged, she wears a well-tailored skirt, and she has an elegant temperament.

Mrs. Li smiled and took Song Mingyue's hand to look left and right, and Song Mingyue showed her signature smile with small white teeth facing the elders.

"Hey Yigu, this child looks really good. He will definitely be a great beauty when he grows up." Mrs. Li pulled Song Mingyue to sit beside her, and pointed her to the fruits and desserts on the table.

"Thank you grandma." Song Mingyue did not hesitate to attack Strawberry.

Mrs. Li and Song Zhenglin chatted about Song Mingyue's situation.

While chatting, Professor Li went downstairs, followed by the young boy, who should be his most recent student.

Song Mingyue stood up and bowed at the same time as Song Zhenglin with a half-eaten strawberry in one hand.The degree of bowing of the father and daughter, the movements are exactly the same, and the smiles when they look up.

Brilliant blinking eyes.

Both the teacher and the student were stunned.When Professor Li Zhijing heard that Song Mingyue was highly recommended by his former students, he also said that the child was growing up well, but he didn't take it seriously.

At this time, Li Zhijing couldn't help looking at Mrs. Li, and sure enough Mrs. Li's eyes on Song Mingyue were full of love.Everyone in their circle knows that Mrs. Li loves to see beauties.

Li Zhijing frowned, his original serious face became more and more difficult to get close to, he sat down next to Mrs. Li.

Pointing directly at the piano in the living room, he said, "Let's play the piece I'm best at."

"In." Song Mingyue obediently agreed, looked at the half strawberry in her hand, and stuffed it into her mouth with a whimper.

Song Zhenglin stretched out his hand to catch her and stopped halfway, Mrs. Li laughed, and wiped Song Mingyuezai's hand carefully with a wet tissue.

"Thank you~" Song Mingyue said sweetly, and then walked slowly to the piano and adjusted the height of the piano bench. It seems that the little boy just now was practicing on this piano.

Sit down and get up.

Music poured out.

As soon as Professor Li heard it, he could tell that this was the first movement of Mozart's Sonata in B-flat major, which alternated sweetness and enthusiasm, which was pleasant.

Zhao Chengche, who was sitting upright beside Professor Li, moved his fingers and listened attentively.It's a little weaker here, he thought when Song Mingyue played a note.

Wait for the last note to sound.

It was only then that Zhao Chengche realized that she had played the entire piece smoothly, without missing a single note.

That is, due to lack of physical strength, the button processing becomes weaker and weaker, and the playing gradually slows down.

But when she played the whole section, one note was correct, and she had her own way of handling it, which was a little tasteful.

Mozart's pieces are easy to master but difficult to play well.Poetic, sweet and tranquil, it is known as the most elegant piano sonata.

An impetuous person cannot play Mozart.

Li Zhijing never thought about accepting another student, after he discovered Zhao Chengche's talent.

In his opinion, Song Mingyue's piano skills may exceed 90.00% of children of the same age, which can be called talented.Then Zhao Chengche is the one percent of the children at the same stage, he is called a genius.This percentage refers to worldwide.

If he hadn't met Zhao Chengche half a year ago, he might have accepted Song Mingyue.For the joy in her music.

Professor Li looked at Song Zhenglin, and the words were already on his lips.He saw the stack of materials in Song Zhenglin's hand, on which was written the name of an elementary school.A well-known elementary school in Seoul—well-known in the cultural sense.The information came out of the bag, but Song Zhenglin didn't notice it.

"Are you going to let her go to ordinary primary school?" Professor Li asked with a serious expression on his face.He has met many parents of qin boys, knowing that when their children have talents in this area, most of them will choose a special music school for their children, and wholeheartedly train their children in a professional direction.

"Yes," Song Zhenglin understood what Professor Li meant."Mingyue likes the piano, but we're not sure if she only likes the piano," he explained.

Seeing Professor Li's disapproving gaze, Song Zhenglin continued after deliberation: "We will do our best to provide her with the best education, but we don't want to easily decide her future. She is still so young, I don't know she likes piano now , Will you like it in the future?

The teacher told me that this child is talented in the piano, but you may not know that she has studied Chinese for two years, and now she speaks fluently and can recognize some characters.Who knows what she's more gifted for?I don't want to decide her life with a little talent in her childhood. "

Hearing the words in Chinese, Song Mingyue blinked quietly.Then I thought, So Song Zhenglin and Ms. Zheng thought so much?

Professor Li frowned, and said, "If you send her to a music school, ask a good teacher to guide her, and keep practicing the piano for more than 6 hours a day. In the future, Curtis and other famous music academies will open doors for her. She is wide open. Going further back, no one knows how far she can go."

"But if it's just after-school practice, or if you think she has other hobbies. Then she may end up being the best part of an amateur piano. If you take a closer look, and use the university as the end point, then her The future is unknown, not necessarily worse than the Curtis Institute of Music, but certainly not better than the Curtis Institute of Music."

Song Zhenglin just laughed and didn't refute.

Professor Li thought for a while, and saw Mrs. Li's eyes, and Song Mingyue who was looking at him eagerly waiting for evaluation.He asked Zhao Chengche to go up to practice the piano first.

Then he asked Song Mingyue about his daily practice schedule in detail.

"So her standard piano practice time is 3 hours a day now? 6 hours on weekends?"

Mrs. Li said in surprise that the piano boys she knew had at least 6 hours a day and more on weekends.This is the case for Jo Sung-cheol. His mother has quit her job as a high school music teacher to accompany her son to practice piano wholeheartedly.

Professor Li pondered for a moment and said, "When her training class is over, come over every weekend."

Then he patted Song Mingyue's head, tried his best to look kind and said: "Not good at skills, but good at handling emotions. He is a good boy with a delicate mind."

Song Mingyue was a little dazed, she liked the piano quite a bit, and only when she came into contact with it herself did she realize that she really liked the piano that she had never touched in her previous life, and she could vaguely feel it when listening to classic piano pieces one after another. The emotion contained in it.

Or surging, or tranquil, or sad, or joyful.

But she herself didn't think she was as talented as the teachers praised, but she learned well by relying on cheating skills.

But a real master must be able to tell whether there is aura in the sound of the piano, or whether it is just filled with skills.

As a result, Professor Li said that her skills were not good enough?Feeling good?

Song Mingyue was dragged home by Song Zhenglin in a daze.

Song Mingyue understood it for herself, and finally came to a conclusion.So I really have some talent on the piano?

So Song Zhenglin saw Song Mingyue jumping on the spot suddenly, smiled and took his hand and said, "Father, let's go around the garden and run home? Didn't we not run this morning?"

When Ms. Zheng opened the door, she saw Song Mingyue panting heavily and looking at her with bright eyes.The broken hair on the forehead was wet with sweat and stuck to the side, and it became a middle part.The cotton jacket on his body was gone, and he was only wearing a sweater.Looking back, it was Song Zhenglin who was calm and relaxed, carrying Song Mingyue's coat and hat.

"What's going on here? Why are you sweating so much?"

"Ah, Song Zhenglin, do you know that it is easy to catch a cold if you sweat and take off your clothes while running in such a cold day!"

Ms. Zheng was so angry that she circled around Song Mingyue again.In the end, Song Mingyue said, "I'm going to take a shower" to block her thoughts.

Ms. Zheng looked at Song Zhenglin and asked, "How is it? What did Professor Li say?"

"Let's let Little Moon go to his house on the weekend after the training course is over."

Ms. Zheng jumped up immediately, hugged Song Zhenglin and said, "Great! I asked a lot of people, and they all know Professor Li, and they said that there is no better piano instructor than Professor Li."

"Our little moon is amazing!" Ms. Zheng said with tears in her eyes.She was very active when arranging various training classes for Song Mingyue, but she saw Song Mingyue sitting in front of the piano for more than two hours, doing boring repetitive exercises.

Once I saw Mingyue rubbing her wrists quietly. When Song Mingyue was not at home, she quietly tried to play randomly for more than two hours, while maintaining a correct sitting posture and hand shape.

Her hands were very sore. She didn't know that playing the piano was actually a physical activity, and it took a lot of energy to press the keys to the back.

She has thought about it herself, is she really going to let Mingyue take this path?

In the past two years, she has met many parents of Le Tong, and only then did she know how much effort and sweat it takes to train a musician.

There are tens of thousands of children in the world who practice musical instruments like this every day, and many of them practice for longer than Mingyue, and the practice conditions are worse.But there are very few who can really make a name for themselves. Asians who have made a name for themselves in international professional piano competitions include some from China, some from Japan, and almost none from South Korea.For example, in the Chopin International Piano Competition, no Korean has yet entered the top five.

The other children went to the amusement park, Mingyue was attending a training class, the other children went to play after school, and Mingyue was practicing piano at home.Sometimes when Ms. Zheng sees Mingyue practicing the piano seriously, she can't help but want to say, Mingyue should take a break.

But she didn't dare, she was afraid that her distress was actually burying Mingyue's talent, and she was also afraid that she would let Mingyue walk on an endless road, and eventually she would find out that practicing so much when she was a child was actually a waste of time. Growing up peacefully.

Song Zhenglin thought very simple, Mingyue played it if he liked it, and didn't play it if he didn't like it.There are so many choices in the world, and no choice is absolutely right.

"Mom! I didn't bring any clothes~" Song Mingyue's voice came.

"Understood." Ms. Zheng raised her voice and replied, "Can I get you that pink sweater?"

"Change some pants." Song Mingyue said hastily, it was hard to describe the matching pair of pink pants.Song Zhenglin's taste in buying her clothes... tsk tsk, no judgment.

"Inside." Ms. Zheng smiled through tears.

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This chapter has written a lot of things that I think must be included.Well, after struggling for a long time, I still wrote it like this.Originally, I was going to take the piano here in one stroke, and then checked the information last night to find out what Qin Tong's childhood was like.After reading Lang Lang's autobiography, I would say... he and his father were his father who made him take medicine to die, and the indifferent teacher who kept scolding Lang Lang so I couldn't hold back my tears.

It is true that even if there are people who are born with talent in the world, the final achievement is still obtained by sweat.