Chapter 6 Section VI

Even if you can memorize the music, it is impossible to play it immediately.Therefore, Chiori's efforts began to get used to dancing her fingers on the keys.At the beginning, she couldn't make the ten fingers of her left and right hands play harmonious music. Of course, it would be great if I showed her the best, but I was worried that Chiori would imitate my way of playing with one finger missing. After forming a bad habit, I went to buy a pitch adjuster and Hanon basic piano practice textbooks, etc., and asked Chiori to practice repeatedly until they were exactly the same, while I watched from the sidelines and corrected her finger movements and playing methods one by one.

At the beginning, Chiori was very irritable and agitated, it seemed that the things in her head were completely different from the things popped out by her fingers, and she was so annoyed that she didn't know what to do.But she doesn't have any special likes and dislikes to the music, which is actually helpful to her practice, because the teaching material for finger training has almost no music style at all, it just keeps playing and practicing fingering repeatedly, and Chiori doesn't seem to Knowing what it means to be bored, and sometimes even practice the same piece of music for three hours in a row, without even a minute of rest in the middle, this kind of concentration is really commendable.

It didn't take long, after Qianzhi confirmed which keyboard was which note, she began to improve rapidly, and her fingers had been exercised to be very strong, and the strong and weak beats began to express in her own way. If she listened to Playing with emotion, she can also see her desire to reproduce the music in its entirety. I started to let Chiori listen to the etude, and she would play the notes slowly one by one.When she plays a piece for the first time, I will definitely check and correct her hand posture and fingering.If she didn't, she would carelessly chord fourths and press the keys with her ring and pinky fingers.After confirming it once, as long as she is asked to practice repeatedly, she will try to express the rhythm and emotion as similar to the record as possible.

In this way, Chiori practiced the etudes of Bayer, Bourg-Müller, Czerny, Chopin and others one by one, and soon she was proficient in as many as a thousand etudes.Moreover, the time she spends practicing a piece of music is getting shorter and shorter.The notes merged with the fingers, the keyboard, and the rhythm inside Chiori, and most surprisingly, she didn't need to read the music at all.The saying that you can play the music score for the first time, if you change it to Chiori, it should be the first time you hear the music and you can play it!And I also found a surprising thing, Chiori would never forget all the notes of that piece of music once she heard it.

There's a reason it took so long to understand this.For Chiori, the track itself has nothing to do with composers, composition numbers, titles, or scales. In other words, apart from the track itself, everything else has no meaning to her.As long as she listens to the pieces she has learned, she can play them immediately, but when I ask her to play Bourg-Müller's "Arabesque" that she practiced yesterday, she looks blank.I knew Chiori didn't read sheet music, so I would tell her the titles during practice, so she must have forgotten them all while she was playing, or after a while.At that time, I thought it was caused by Chiori's innate mental retardation, so I couldn't do anything about her, but as long as I let her listen to it again, she could play.I'm not at all sure if it's because of awakening her buried memory, or if she hears it and immediately remembers it.

When the truth of this incident came to light, it was not during piano practice, but when we were drinking black tea made by my mother one evening. At that time, looking at Chiori who was sitting across from me eating biscuits with relish, an indescribable emotion suddenly seized my chest.While I was satisfied with Chiori's progress, I found that there was still a feeling of jealousy in my heart.Perhaps Chiori has more and greater talents than the self-confident me before, and most importantly, she can play the piano with both hands, which is nothing less than a curse to me.These emotions mixed in my heart, forming a deep melancholy, and even the black tea tasted bitter.I unconsciously looked at my left hand.I pretty much wore gloves after that because I didn't want to see the cut.Not only did I lose the tip of a finger, but something much more important.

It would be a lie to say that there was no anger at all to vent on Chiori at that time.I managed to suppress this emotion, but I always felt depressed sitting in front of her, so I got up and walked to the window to look at the scenery outside the window. There is nothing to see outside the window, only a whole row of similar roofs and windows, which is a typical residential landscape that will not change much wherever you go.However, the sky is very red, and the slowly setting sun renders the remaining blue sky of the day, and the clouds and flying birds leave pieces of silhouettes in the brilliant rays of light.I couldn't help but sighed lightly, and pinned my sentimentality on this sunset glow.

Sunset, the scenery I have seen countless times in this life, in addition to reminiscent of sleeping peacefully, there is also a sigh that the past time will never return.At that time, I indifferently recalled how I felt about the sunset when I was young, and everything in front of me at that time, and unconsciously hummed a melody softly, but I don’t usually have the habit of humming. Just as I was humming the fourth verse, I suddenly noticed Chiori standing up behind me.Turning around, Chiori threw down the half-eaten biscuit and sat down in front of the piano.I was wondering what she was going to do, when she lifted the lid of the piano, hurriedly removed the red flannel, and began to play the tune I hummed—this is a re-arranged piano tune, which Chiori had asked a long time ago. Practiced—until the end, Chiori didn't miss a single note.

"You still remember." I said to Chiori who looked at me proudly. She nodded vigorously, with the corners of her mouth wide open, grinning. "It's Dvorak's New World." This time she tilted her head and looked at me puzzled. "Is it always released when the school is over?" "I don't know." She tilted her head again, smiled shyly, and then asked worriedly, "Jing Daddy likes it?" "I like it." I nodded, thought for a while and then continued, "Thank you for playing it for me." I went over to touch Chiori's head, she looked happier than usual with her dirty cheeks.

Perhaps because she firmly remembered what happened at that time, Chiori always played Dvorzak's piece every time she finished her performance. A few days after this incident, I tried to hum only the first part of the piece I had taught so far to see if she could play the whole piece in its entirety, and it turned out to be flawless.