dkrc Chapter 21: One Year Old
Chapter 21: One Year Old
Two years later.
Chen Lang and Liu Qianmeizi are both five years old.
Time, that magical sculptor, has displayed different kinds of magic on them.
Liu Qianmeizi has grown even more beautiful, with increasingly refined features.
Perhaps because of her dance practice, her temperament has become more refined.
She no longer jumps around like she did when she was a child in front of strangers, and has become much quieter.
Chen Lang has grown up.
His features inherited the best features from his parents, making him exceptionally handsome.
She had fair skin, rosy lips, thick eyebrows, and eyes as black as fine black jade.
His eyes always held a calmness and clarity that belied his age.
pity.
The only drawback is his height.
Still the same.
Although the food standards at my maternal grandparents' house have been improved repeatedly in the past two years, Wahaha nutritional liquid and bone-strengthening powder have never been stopped.
He was a bit taller, but compared to the thriving young bride, he was still more than half a head shorter.
This became an unspeakable pain in Chen Lang's heart.
The two were absolute stars in the kindergarten.
With her doll-like face and quiet, elegant demeanor, Liu Qianmeizi became the Snow White in the hearts of all the boys in the kindergarten.
Every day, young boys would find various excuses to get close to her.
"Sisi, my mom bought me a new Transformers toy, you can play with it."
"Sisi, I have some Maltesers here, they're so delicious."
Chen Lang, with his handsome face, always neat and clean clothes, and mature temperament beyond his years, was especially popular with girls.
Unlike other little boys, he didn't play dirty every day, with snot hanging from his nose.
They always had to drag their pants down to their ankles, sticking their bare bottoms out and waiting for the teacher to wipe their butts.
He was always quiet, either sitting in a corner reading a book or staring blankly at Liu Qianmeizi.
His melancholic little prince-like appearance stirred up maternal instincts in many young girls.
"Langlang, why are you unhappy?"
"Langlang, I'll give you my little red flower. Will you smile?"
Of course, they also became public enemies in the eyes of their male classmates.
But none of this affects them.
These two are like conjoined twins, inseparable.
They were inseparable.
We eat together and take a nap together.
Liu Qianmeizi even dragged Chen Lang along when she went to the toilet, making him wait at the toilet door.
There's no way anyone else could get in between them.
Over time, the boys and girls gave up.
They could only watch helplessly as their princess and prince clung to each other every day, whispering secrets that belonged only to the two of them.
After school, it was still Liu Xiaoli who picked me up.
If she has a performance and is unavailable, her maternal grandparents will take her place.
Sometimes, their cousin Yao Feng would pick them both up on his way.
Yao Feng and his wife truly cared about Chen Lang's music education.
For the past two years, the two children's lives have been packed with activities.
After school, under Liu Xiaoli's supervision, they first underwent an hour of basic dance training.
Then they were all sent to Yao Feng's house for basic music lessons.
Liu Qianmeizi mainly studies vocal music and piano to cultivate her musicality.
Chen Lang is Yao Feng's key protégé.
After teaching him all the basic music theory, Yao Feng began to teach him more advanced composition knowledge.
Harmony, counterpoint, and form analysis.
These things, which are like heavenly books to a five-year-old child, were explained by Yao Feng with great interest.
He was also worried that Chen Lang's inability to read would affect his learning progress, so he specially started teaching him from pinyin and basic Chinese characters.
Chen Lang was happy to play along with his cousin's performance.
He consciously controlled the pace at which he revealed his talent.
He needs to demonstrate enough genius to motivate Yao Feng to continue teaching him.
But it can't be too flamboyant, lest it scare these simple and honest artists.
Today, my cousin Yao Feng's teaching content has reached a new level.
He began teaching Chen Lang how to adapt the text.
In Yao Feng's view, it is too far-fetched and unrealistic for a five-year-old child to create original works.
A five-year-old child hasn't even formed a worldview yet, so where would they get the life experiences and emotional accumulation to create original content?
But if he doesn't teach something new, he really has nothing left to teach.
Chen Lang's learning ability is simply a bottomless pit.
He can teach you basic music theory and you'll understand it quickly.
He can quickly understand complex theories of harmony and apply them to other situations.
Yao Feng felt that he had almost emptied his coffers in the past two years.
If he doesn't come up with something new soon, he'll lose all his authority as an uncle and teacher.
So he thought of adapting it.
Starting with imitation is an essential step in all art learning.
He found some nursery rhymes with simple melodies and clear structures, such as "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" and "Two Tigers".
Then, little by little, he taught Chen Lang how to change the harmony, rhythm, and instrumentation to give a simple children's song a new lease on life.
"Look, Langya Zi."
Yao Feng sat in front of the piano, playing and explaining at the same time.
"Let's replace the original C major chord here with an Am7 chord. Do you hear the difference?"
"The original feeling was bright and joyful."
"Now, there's a touch more sadness, a touch more tenderness."
Chen Lang sat on a small stool next to him, listening attentively.
He was already very skilled at these chord progression techniques in his past life.
But he still put on an expression of sudden realization and enlightenment.
"Oh... I see!"
"Uncle is amazing!"
He knows how to play the supporting role appropriately, which makes the teacher feel more accomplished.
Today's lesson ended with Yao Feng's usual satisfaction and reflections.
"This child is truly a genius... what a pity."
He looked at Chen Lang with eyes full of admiration and affection.
There was an even stronger sense of regret that he wasn't their own son-in-law.
On the other side of the living room, Yao Beina was teaching Liu Qianmei to play the piano.
Yao Beina is already an eleven-year-old young lady.
She is no longer that round-faced little girl with a bob haircut.
Now her hair has grown long, and she has grown into a graceful young woman, already possessing some of the delicate beauty of a young girl.
As the daughter of Yao Feng and Li Xinmin, she perfectly inherited her parents' musical talent.
She was already a well-known child star in Wuhan.
She frequently appears on various programs on Wuhan TV and sings songs written for her by her father, Yao Feng, at various galas held in the province and city.
She also participated in all sorts of singing competitions, winning numerous certificates and medals.
At this moment, the child star is patiently correcting Liu Qianmei's hand posture when playing the piano.
Hearing her father's感慨 (sentiments/remarks), she turned around with a smile.
"That's right, don't you even know whose brother he is?"