Chapter 91: CH 39.2

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Without the interference of Ye Ya and Ziyu, Ye Qinghe quickly completed the group homework, and then there were 2 hours of piano lessons.

At ten o’clock, the piano teacher came to the house on time to teach piano.

The music room was closed tightly, and the sound of the piano came from the inside intermittently. Ye Ya, who hadn’t figured out the reason for a long time, stood in front of the door and raised her head. Listening to the moving sound of the piano coming out of the inside, Ye Ya blinked curiously, moved the small stool in front of the door, stood on it and unscrewed the doorknob with her arms outstretched.

The sun was gently sprinkling on the ground, and the young man bathed in the warm sun was sitting in front of the black and white piano keys, the body under his white shirt was slender and thin.

His fingertips danced, and the light bangs in front of his forehead slightly obscured his eyes, but it was hard to hide the gentleness in him.

Ye Ya’s face was against the door. She didn’t pay attention to her hands while listening intently. The door of the room opened forward inattentively. Without relying on it, Ye Ya’s body was unstable and fell directly on the floor.

The two people in the room looked over together.

“What’s the kid doing?” As soon as the piano teacher spoke, there was a sense of Tianjin crosstalk.

Ye Ya got up from the ground, pursed her mouth to blow on her sore little palm, and said indifferently, “Nothing~” There was a sense of Tianjin crosstalk but soaked in milk.

The piano teacher looked at her with a smile, “Hey, this kid is funny.”

Ye Qinghe was very embarrassed and reminded in a low voice, “Teacher Cheng, can you speak standard Mandarin?”

Cheng Yuanxin was from Tianjin. His family ran a crosstalk hall. In addition to teaching piano, he could also teach people to play the Allegro. It didn’t matter to him, but it was just the time for Yaya to learn languages, so best he didn’t accidentally teach her Tianjin dialect.

“Yes, yes, of course.”Teacher Cheng squatted down and beckoned to Ye Ya, “Come here.”

Ye Ya didn’t move.

“Don’t be scared. Come, I’ll show you a treasure.” Teacher Chen took the schoolbag and took out an… Allegro from it.

Ye Ya stared at the treasure in his hand, tilting her head in confusion.

Teacher Cheng found this tilting head so cute that he suddenly forgot his main job. He knocked on the allegro and sang a little song in an authentic Tianjin dialect, “We have sixty-six neighbor allies, and there lives a sixty-six-year-old Liu Laoliu, who has sixty-six good high-rise buildings, with sixty-six baskets of osmanthus oil each, and the baskets covered with sixty-six green crepe silk…”

The bamboo board clattered, and Teacher Cheng’s neat tongue made Ye Ya’s eyes shine.

She still remembered……

At the beginning, Mother also used this tune to sing her gentle lullabies.

This was mom’s sense!

“Teacher Cheng, we…”

“I want to learn, I want to learn!!” Ye Bud was so excited that she jumped high, “Yaya has to learn, Yaya has to learn, and Yaya will learn to perform for the children tomorrow.””

Ye Qinghe, “?”

System, “?”

System: [Yaya, stop it! You will be a genius violinist in the future!]

In the original work, Ye Ya participated in the performance instead of Xia Qing, and took the lead with a violin solo, becoming the most popular talented girl in the country. She was going to take to the Vienna stage in the future. How… How could she learn the Tianjin Allegro!?

No, no, absolutely not.

System: [Yaya can’t learn Allegro!! Mister will not allow you to learn this!!]

The system kept calling in her head, but Ye Ya turned a deaf ear to its dissuasion, and kept repeating like a repeater that she had to learn it.

Her eagerness made Teacher Cheng feel so happy, “You are too young to play this allegro, but you can play this.” Teacher Cheng took out a pair of red silk fingerboards from his bag. It was a pair of four fingerboards, with two red silk square scarves decorated below, and a set of finger covers on the board so there’d be no worry about the children dropping it on the ground if they can’t hold it. This pair of bamboo boards was originally for his relatives’ children to perform on stage, but it turned out to be too small. Now it happened to be given to Ye Ya.

“Come on, Teacher will put it on for you.”

Ye Ya did not refuse, and urgently sent her two little hands over.

Teacher Cheng put the fingerboard on Ye Ya’s finger and said with a smile, “The four fingerboards are easy to learn. When you are proficient, Teacher will teach you the seven pieces.” After putting it on, he let go of his hand, “Try it.”

Ye Ya clamped the bamboo boards; the sound of wood and bamboo is crisp.

She looked straight at it for two seconds, her eyes lit up, her mouth opened into an O-shape, and she exclaimed as if she had discovered a new world.

Teacher Cheng nodded in satisfaction, and said in education, “The beats have to be practiced according to the five exercises and three techniques, but you are too young, and you wouldn’t understand what I’m telling you now. You can just play whatever and find the rhythm. Is there any ditty you can do?”

Ditty?

Ye Ya shook her head.

“It’s okay, nursery rhymes work.”

“……”

And they’re having a lesson now?

Ye Qinghe suddenly had a bad feeling, “Te-Teacher, our class…”

“I can sing nursery rhymes!” Before he finished speaking, Ye Ya shook her head and started playing on the board. Although the jerky movements were not so standard, they were all on the beat.

“Playing bamboo boards, celebrating the New Year, every family is happy; children, don’t cry, mom, I’ll be right away. Grab it, wash it, chop it, eat it!”

“Quack, quack, quack…bop bop…”

??? Is this a nursery rhyme?？

Ye Qinghe, who hadn’t seen the world much at the age of 12, was shocked on the spot.

What did she learn these days in kindergarten?