Chapter 157
King of Classical Music
On the plane to Vienna, Qi Mu couldnât be bothered to even throw a glance at the man beside him, rubbing the slight soreness at his waist. He was already kind enough not to elbow him, but to ask him to care?
The blue sky and white clouds outside the window bore witness to the handsome man thoughtfully serving hot coffee to the young man beside him. In return, the young man snorted softly and took the provided air meal, then sat it on the small table. Despite the exchange, the young man still refused to look at him.
Min Chen: ââ¦â¦â
After a while, he leaned over, âYouâre not angry, youâre not angry, youâre not angry.â
Qi Mu: ââ¦â¦â
A moment later, Min Chen repeated, âYouâre not angry, youâre not angry, youâre not angry.â
Qi Mu was thoroughly amused, âIâm angry!â
There was a smile in Min Chenâs eyes. âYouâre not angry anymore.â
No matter how firm the idea was in Qi Muâs head, when he saw this manâs âyou canât bear to be angry with meâ expression, it completely vanished. He chuckled, âIf your fans saw you like this⦠what would they say?â
Min Chen raised his eyes and asked rhetorically, âDonât you appreciate me more?â
Qi Mu: ââ¦â¦â
After a few seconds, Qi Mu said blankly, âThereâs a bug on your shoulder.â
Immediately, the man straightened, his eyes solemnly wide. He didnât dare breathe too loudly. Min Chen kept a calm look on his face, but demanded, word by word, âWhere. Is. Itâ¦.â
Qi Mu laughed loudly, âHow are there bugs on a plane? Youâre thinking too much⦠ehâ¦â
Then, Qi Mu leaned in, âAngry?â
Expressionless, Min Chen said, âNo.â
â⦠Really angry, ah?â
â⦠No.â
Qi Muâs mouth twitched a little, and he helplessly sighed, âActually really angry.â
Min Chen: ââ¦â¦â
The long voyage was spent exchanging the two sentences, âYouâre angryâ and âNo.â It was evening by the time they arrived in Vienna. Gorgeous rays of sunlight dyed the sky in magnificent shades of purple, while the airâs floral fragrance made the city feel lively as if it had yet to enter winter.
Min Chen claimed he was angry, but when Qi Mu secretly took his hand between the seats, he just leaned over and playfully rubbed his cheek against Qi Muâs hair like a large dog.
The two gathered their luggage and took the shuttle to their apartment. As they walked, Qi Mu remembered, âIs it okay if you donât go back and deal with Bai Aiâs affairs? Though the members took a holiday two weeks ago, I remember Daniel, Christole, and you didnât have one.â
Min Chen shook his head, âItâs been mostly dealt with. Daniel will email me the important information.â
Qi Mu didnât ask any further questions, and, together, the two got off the shuttle at three streets away from Min Chenâs apartment. They had to walk the rest of the way.
In a city so filled with classical music, Min Chen raised the collar of his coat and donned his sunglasses, covering his face.
Even so, theyâd just taken two steps when they heard a cry from behind, âGood⦠good heavens! Itâs you!!!â
Surprised, Qi Mu turned around to see a middle-aged woman carrying a vegetable basket, staring at them in shock. In the next second, she rushed over.
Qi Mu reluctantly took two steps aside, intending to let the fan get closer to her idol, but when he took a step aside, so did the woman.
Qi Mu: ââ¦â¦?â
âAre you Little Seven?! Iâve heard your ãThe Marriage of Figaroã at the Palisade Theatre before. It was great! The best ãFigaroã Iâve ever heard! God, I didnât expect to see you on the street! What to do, what to do⦠I didnât bring pen and paperâ¦â
Qi Mu took the pen Min Chen silently handed over, still surprised. He wrote his name on a piece of paper and smiled, âThank you for your affections. Iâm honored to bring you wonderful music. Thank you for your support.â
The woman became even more excited, âI didnât expect you to be even more lovely up close, ah! Child, work hard! I like you, I will always support you!â
After a few more words of thanks, Qi Mu couldnât help but ask, âErr⦠You really came for me, not for him?â He still found it a little challenging to look at the man beside him.
The middle-aged woman glanced at Min Chen and asked, âWho is this man, ah?â
Qi Mu: ââ¦â¦â
When the two men took up their suitcases and continued home, Qi Muâs handsome face was helpless. He shook his head. âI didnât expect my performance at the Palisade Theatre to attract any fansâ¦â
When an orchestra performed with an opera, they played in the shadows under the stage like heroes behind the scenes.
âYour performance was excellent,â the other manâs melodious voice said from beside him, âShe really likes your music.â
That startled Qi Mu, but he laughed and said, âYou think too much. If that person recognized who you were just now, I doubt they would have asked for my signature at all.â
Along the narrow street, the man paused. Realizing heâd stopped walking, Qi Mu turned back.
Under the glory of the setting sun, Min Chenâs profound face seemed a little more defined than usual. He shook his head. âNo. Your music is no less than mine.â
The young manâs light eyes widened. Then, after a long while, he smiled. âYes, yes, yes. Not inferior to yours.â Qi Mu changed the topic, âWell, what should we eat tonight? Thereâs nothing prepared, so we could eat hot pot? En, letâs eat hot potâ¦â
The dim light lengthened their shadows, making the dark silhouettes meet ambiguously on the flat road. Min Chen stared at the youth beside him, and his lips curled into a quick smile.
He just⦠really wasnât lying.
The young manâs violin had unknowingly reached his level and wasnât inferior to him at all. In the near future, he would stand under the brightness of a thousand lights and let the entire world look up at him.
Palisade Theatre, after a month-long Christmas vacation, finally ushered in another training period.
Qi Mu had been a part of the theatre for almost four months, and those four months had made him very popular in the orchestra.
Even Wallace joked, âLittle Seven, youâre the youngest of our orchestra, or⦠could you be our mascot?â
That day, Little Seven finally remembered the âdisgraceâ that was being called âthe mascot & Little Angel.â He shook his head righteously and said, âMr. Wallace, I think that name is unsuitable for me. Iâm 22 years old this year.â
Wallace regretted not getting to call him that again, but a few members that overheard would often call him so in private. Even if Qi Mu tried to stop it, they would already retort withââ
âLittle Seven, donât be so humble!â
âThatâs Little Seven. How cute is our mascot, cute as my baby!â
âHey John, your sonâs only three this year!â
â¦â¦
In such a lively atmosphere, the sense of laziness slowly dissipated. Within an hour, they were invested in their regular daily rehearsal.
They had an early Christmas vacation because the PalisadeTheatre sent out invitations on Christmas Eve every year for a grand symphony concert. They treated it as a review of care for the past year.
Ordinary theater orchestras provided music for operas, but that didnât mean the orchestra couldnât also hold symphonic concerts. Although they are unable to compete with Wei Ai, the worldâs top Symphony Orchestra in Vienna, the PalisadeTheatre orchestra was also first-rate and had a good reputation.
Every year, the Palisade Christmas Eve concert attracted a large audience. The event was majestic and was sure to be a grand show. The repertoire that year was roughly the same as previous years, with songs such as ãAve Mariaã, ãEmperor Waltzã, and ãThe Blue Danubeã.
Though the songs were the same, the performers had changed dramatically!
Most of the audience who received the invitations were surprised to find out that the yearâs symphony concert was using the new concertmaster, and not the old concertmaster that just retired!
The influence of a concertmaster on a concert was second only to the conductor. He led the entire first violin group and all the string instruments and could affect the performance of the whole orchestra.
Many of the audience looked forward to this performance, but what they didnât know was, the Palisade Theatre at this timeâ¦
Was arguingâ¦