King of Classical Music 140
by Kuro · February 21, 2020
The sun set slowly in the west, its round shape huge against the surrounding buildings. The sunlight cast a golden backdrop over the world, turning the manβs tall figure even hazier.
Most of Min Chenβs face was blocked by the black hat he was wearing. The shadow cast by the brim of the hat obscured his eyes, that were slightly squinted in a smile as he looked at the young man. Qi Mu stared back at him, stupefied. Reaching out, he took the youthβs right hand and slipped a bag into it, whispering, βYoung gentleman, you forgot this, andβ¦ your boyfriend.β
β¦β¦
When Qi Mu got into Min Chenβs car, he chuckled and played with the bag in his hands. βI didnβt expect you to come back so early. Isnβt your flight tomorrow? I was going to pick you up.β
With one hand gripping the steering wheel, the man said, βWell, itβs supposed to be tomorrow, but the performance in Huaxia went smoothly, so I left early.β After a pause, Min Chen added, βZhu Wen Jun and Cheng Ting Wen asked me to bring you a message. They hope that you can grow quickly and donβt forget to go back to Huaxia.β
Hearing this, Qi Mu couldnβt help but chuckle. βWell, Iβm planning to go back next month when the orchestra is on a holiday.β
Qi Mu then asked a few questions about the tour. The Palisade Theatre was close to Min Chenβs apartment, but the road was jammed with traffic. After driving for ten minutes, they could see the towering buildingβs silhouette but unfortunately, they wound up in another traffic jam.
Qi Mu looked at the long queue of vehicles and sighed. βAlright, subways are much faster than driving sometimes. I didnβt expect Vienna would have such a terrible traffic jam. I thought I could only see such wonderful scenes in Huaxia.β After a pause, Qi Mu suddenly remembered something. βBy the way, what did you bring me?βΒ
As he spoke, Qi Mu raised the small black gift bag in his hand. The edge of the bag was outlined with silver thread and small crystals were inlaid every few centimeters. The bagβs texture was simple, yet luxurious, but was unmarked by a logo.
When Qi Mu first received it, he thought it was a gift the man bought from some shop. But when he opened the package, there were only two simple things insideβ¦ They looked like tube-shaped things made of wool. It couldβve been a scarf, but no scarf was that round. It could also have been a hat, but it wasnβt big enough.Β
After thinking for quite a while, Qi Mu suddenly had an epiphany. βYou bought me a wrist guard?!β
Min Chen: β…β
After a while, Min Chen said, βItβs gloves.β His voice was deep and dull, projecting his endless aggrieved emotions.
Qi Mu, on the other hand, was carefully observing the four attached tubes that looked like elkβs antlers. He failed to notice Min Chenβs tone. When he heard that they were gloves, he was stunned. βMin Chen, were you duped? How could they be gloves? Thereβs nowhere to put your hand!β
γ……γ
βYou must have been cheated. How are they even packaged in such a high-end gift bag? They must have been very expensive, werenβt they? Why didnβt Daniel help you check them and let you buy such strange things?β
γ……γ
βWell, where did you buy them? If theyβre expensive, then letβs return it. In fact, letβs return them right awayβ¦ Uhβ¦β
The black Porsche stopped in front of a red light. The moment the car stopped, the man in the driverβs seat leaned over and caught the youth’s lips in a kiss, completely swallowing his words.
The kiss came so suddenly and fiercely that Qi Mu didnβt have the time to react. When he returned to his senses, he was clinging to the manβs chest while Min Chen curled his arms around his back. The exchange was so heated and intense that the air inside got warmer.
Thanks to Viennaβs 80 second red lights, by the time Min Chen settled back in his seat and stepped on the accelerator again, Qi Muβs cheeks were dyed red. He was in a daze. Of course, the most important thing wasββ
He stopped talking.
The car stopped downstairs in the basement carpark. In the well organized community, there were no strangers, so there were very few people walking in the streets. Qi Mu was about to unlock his seat belt and get out of the car when a warm hand covered his.
Looking up, Qi Mu encountered a deep and dark pair of eyes.
With a dull tone, Min Chen said, βTheyβre gloves.β After a slight pause, he added, βTheyβre a very, very good pair of wool gloves.β
Qi Mu, in a daze: β…?β
βTheyβre precious. They have crossed over three continents, passed two oceans, taken first-class flights, entered the conductor lounge of the worldβs top concert hall and most importantlyβ¦β
Min Chen suddenly stopped and Qi Mu asked, βMost importantly?β
The manβs phoenixβs eyes drooped and Min Chen murmured, β…Nothing.β
Most importantly⦠I knitted them!
Qi Mu looked perplexedly at the manβs complicated expression. The two didnβt get out of the car. Min Chen took the gloves out of the gift bag and carefully put them on Qi Mu.
The gloves had three openings. The biggest one was on the wrist and the other two were for the fingers and the thumbs. The one for the left hand fit quite nicely, albeit a bit big, but that didnβt make much difference. But when Qi Mu tried the one for the right hand, the tip of his thumb got stuck.
Qi Muβs fingers were slender and long, the fact that his thumb couldnβt slide into place meant that the person who made them wasβ¦ extremely inept.
Min Chen, on the other hand, was still very enthusiastic with the gloves. Staring fixedly at the small hole, he tried to make it bigger with his fingers.
But how could a thin wool thread stretch so easily?
Min Chen gave up after trying for quite a while. Taking his hand, Qi Mu murmured, βThese glovesβ¦ Did you make them yourself, Min Chen?β
The man placed so much value on the gloves that Qi Mu knew something was wrong. Despite being made of high-end, expensive materials, they were so poorly made, he could barely stand to look at them. He guessed thatββ
Min Chen made them himself?
Faced with the question, Min Chenβs hands froze. He shook his head softly. βNot me.βΒ
After a pause, he added, βDaniel.β
Daniel shot with rage, half the globe away: β…β
Seeing the manβs awkward response, Qi Mu was even more sure of his guess. If the man said he bought it, Qi Mu could still force himself to believe it a little.
…Although he didnβt think anyone would sell such ugly gloves that they couldnβt even wear.
But, Qi Mu wouldnβt believe that Daniel made them. Qi Mu once saw Daniel skillfully sew a button that fell off from a shirt. Coupled with his doubt that Min Chen would actually let him wear something that Daniel made…
It was absolutely impossible, alright!
But the guy was proud, so Qi Mu could only smile charmingly and say, βMn. It wasnβt you, definitely not you.β
Min Chen, coaxed like a child: β…β
Although the gloves werenβt exactly wearable, Qi Mu still put them on, butββhis fingers couldnβt go through the holes where they were supposed to go.
They took the elevator to the top floor. A TV in the elevator broadcasted the big event in Vienna.
Min Chen had just arrived in Vienna that afternoon, and he had been busy with the tour that he didnβt pay attention to what happened in Vienna. Seeing the names βLeon Zayevβ and βLuo Yu Senβ on the screen, the manβs eyes narrowed dangerously. He remained silent.
Qi Mu looked at the screen casually, not bothering to pay attention to it.
Entering the apartment, they were instantly met with the warmth of the heater. Together, they took off their scarves and coats, standing before the coat rack as they hung their clothes. Their actions were fluid and natural, as if theyβd done it countless times before.
βI was going to buy the groceries tomorrow, so thereβs not much at home today. Is a simple dinner okay?β
β…Home?β
Min Chenβs voice was a little low so Qi Mu didnβt quite catch it. βHuh? What did you say?β
Min Chen swallowed his emotions and shook his head. βNothing.β
Qi Mu didnβt mind it much. βWell, Iβll make something easy and quick. Do you want to help meβ¦? Well, forget it. I want to eat Chinese food instead of Western tonight.β
Qi Mu wouldnβt sugarcoat his words when it came to the manβs ability to cook Chinese food.
Qi Mu turned around and stepped into the kitchen while Min Chen leaned against the doorway and quietly watched his beloved. With his thin lips slightly curled up in a smile, the manβs cold face appeared softer. He felt good.
Just now, Qi Mu said⦠Home.
Yes, itβs home.
Translator(s): Kuro
TL Check: Teo
Editor(s): Ayn
Kuro:
Thank you so much for your support!Β
Ayn:
This chapter just made me feel so warm!
Min Chen is so cute, for a moment I wanted to steal it, just for a little while β€
Thanks for the chapter! ^ ^
Please rethink your thought, because that’s a great devil you want to steal. A great devil that’s only tame and obedient in front of Qi “Little Angel” Mu πππ
Thank you for your hard work, translator!!π
Gloves are hard. You should have started off with a scarf Min Chen. With a scarf, even if you drop a few stitches and have holes in it, at least it’s still useful. Still… A for effort?
Yeah, my first thought was to be amazed he pulled off something even “glove-like” as his first knitting project. Qi Mu’s going to have to be careful when teasing Min Chen in the future, lol.
Thank you for the chapter~~
Tbh I was kinda late to this chapter when I gave up waiting at 1:36 a.m.
I want to steal Min Chen!!! So meng ππ
Ahhhh! So cute. It’s okay, Min Chen. It really is the thought that counts. Maybe Qi Mu can use the gloves as extra… padding? In his violin case. This chapter made me smile. After the chaos of the last chapter, it’s nice to see these two together again. Thanks for the update!
Thanks for the chapter.