King of Classical Music 81
After BBC Philharmonicβs concert, Vienna seemed to usher in the lively season of performance.
In just one week, Qi Mu watched four world-class orchestrasβ concerts with Akkad. From the Salt Lake City Symphony Orchestra and the Japanese NHK Symphony Orchestra to the Boston Symphony Orchestra and the Czech Symphony Orchestra. The auditory feast left Qi Muβs ears in an overwhelmed state, and he gained a lot of insight.
He used to live in Vienna, but when the other world-class orchestras were there to perform, the Vienna Symphony Orchestra also had their tour. So he always played elsewhere and missed their staggering concerts.
Being able to enjoy so many excellent concerts at once was not only a pleasure for Qi Mu but also an opportunity for him to temper himself and discover his short-comings.
Min Chen contacted him once and wanted to meet, but Akkad looked Qi Mu dead in the eyes and almost left with him.
One day, the poor Little Seven thought about it, and just as he started to mention the name βMin Chen,β the grumpy maestro immediately said, βOh, Little Seven. I didnβt tell you this, but Auston is a bad one! Donβt contact him anymore!β
Qi Mu: β. . .β
βLittle Seven, although Auston has excellent music skills, heβs not necessarily a good person. That little fellow Daniel is always calling him βThe Devil.β He must have an even worse temper than me!β
Qi Mu: β. . .β
So you know you have a bad temper. . .
Akkad scowled and said disdainfully, βBesides, his violin is far worse than yours! Itβs not good! It really is terrible! I donβt think itβs any better than Dylanβs.β
Qi Mu: β. . .β
To have an exclusive professor-level mentor, Dylan was very good, professor. . .
βSo, as I was saying, Little Seven, you should only contact that guy for professional guidance in the future. I’ve been around for many years, but I donβt know what he has hidden in his heart. That guy is bad, you should. . .β
βTeacher!β Qi Mu raised his hands in surrender and laughed. βI promise I will not secretly meet Min Chen again in the future.β
Professor Akkad was relieved with Qi Muβs assurance. He whispered, βGood enough,β before taking his lovely student off the subway to visit another of his old friends.
In his mind, although Auston seemed like a good guy. . . He was actually bad. If Little Seven was fooled by him, would he ever be able to escape?
This wouldnβt do!
In the clear blue sky above, the breeze dispersed the clouds. Only a few large ones still hung against the blue backdrop like white gemstones.
Qi Mu followed his teacher. A smile flashed in his pale eyes, and his lips curled up. If he couldn’t meet secretly. . .
Then why not meet openly?
How could Teacher have such prejudice against Min Chen?
ββQi Mu expressed his doubt for the 99th time.
. . .
The person Akkad brought Qi Mu to visit this time was another well-known violinist. After so many years of being immersed in classical music, people formed their own unique, mild temperament. Among the world-class virtuosos that he knew, apart from Professor Akkad and Mr. Evra. . .
It seemed most people had good tempers.
And what about Min Chen?
He was a gentleman!
Qi Mu really didnβt understand why Min Chen won with such an unbeatably high score on that Danube Forum βConductor with the worst temperβ poll.
Akkad told Qi Mu to bring his violin today precisely because he wanted Qi Mu to play some in front of his friend and get some advice.
Every musician had their own style. Generally speaking, none of the masters were better or worse than the other. Other than those who were too outstanding and regarded as gods, of course. In the violin world, Reed Akkad, Farrell Louis and the one they were visiting that day, Lance Trier, naturally fell into that category.
After listening to Qi Muβs γE minorγ and γDevilβs Trillsγ, the mild-mannered violinist pondered for a while. βSince Reed told me to give you some pointers, Little Seven, I wonβt be polite.β
Qi Mu solemnly nodded. βYes, Master Lance.β
When he saw Qi Muβs modest and serious expression, Lance smiled with admiration. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and said, βSeven, your violin skills are already high. To tell you the truth, my hands have been shaking more over the years, and my playing may not be as good as yours.β
Akkad said, βLance, youβre almost 80. Now, itβs the young menβs world, haha!β
Lance shook his head and objected, βNo, Reed. I think, even if it was thirty or forty years ago, my ability is probably worse than your studentβs. You know I was never able to practice γDance of the Goblinsγ well, and I’ve never played it in public.β
Akkad choked on his words and uttered, βI didnβt expect you to see that video. . .β
During Qi Muβs impromptu open-air performance, some bystanders took a video of him playing γDance of the Goblinsγ and uploaded it on YouTube. Akkad didn’t pay much attention to that kind of thing, but when Qi Mu performed the following two days, the crowd increased in size. . .
The maestro had an epiphany. His student seemed a bit famous?
How could Akkad know it wasn’t just a little fame?!
With such a handsome and delicate face, his performance of such difficult pieces was impressive. Those videos gained millions of views on YouTube. It was like a fire, spreading across Europe!
If not for the firewall blocking the Huaxian fans, the count might have climbed even higher.
At Akkadβs helpless expression, Lance smiled. βMy skills have always been worse than the dazzling things taught by that school of yours, but. . .β At this, Lance turned to Qi Mu and continued, βBut Seven, if I were to judge from only a musical point of view, your understanding of those two pieces. . . are different from mine.β
Such a response shocked Qi Mu. He remembered; over half a month ago, the American violin queen said the same thing to him.
Qi Muβs expression turned earnest in a way he couldnβt stop. βYour understanding of these two pieces. . . What do you mean, Master Lance?β
Lance replied, βLittle Seven, though you and Reed have a good teacher-student relationship and your style is similar to his. . . Reed has gone through many setbacks and hardships, and his music was polished around those. So Reedβs γE minorγ and γDevilβs Trillsγ are powerful and shocking. But. . .β
After a pause, Lance continued, βYour performances amazed me. Iβm probably too sensitive, but I noticed a sense of aggression in your music. Seven, have you experienced something unforgettably sad?β
Qi Mu was stunned by this remark, and before he could speak, Lance said, βNot sad, itβs. . .β He sighed. βWell, this kind of aggression could also be called another word. Itβsβββ
βResentment.β
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Auch! I think it hit the painful spot … but like not having resentment when you were betrayed and murdered in the process
Thanks for the chapter! ^ ^
Ahhh music is the door to his soul… does he need to get revenge or closure for his music to step up another level?
Curse that LYS! Curse him! Baby has already tormented and to be told that he still has resentment after trying to let his previous life go… Sigh~
Thanks for the translation.
Qi Mu: *plays*
Lance: *sips tea* I noticed a sense of aggression… no no resentment! Well… more like sacrilegious betrayal and dog blood drama… and revenge! But also sadness and regret… for you can’t turn back time, however this experience changed your whole outlook on life and people… as if you were reborn and got a second chance!
Qi Mu *surprised pikachu face* Detec- Master Lance just how?
Ling Lance Ling: *pushes glasses* There might be myriads of ways to interpret a piece but there’s only one truth!
Thanks for the chapter~ <3
I laugh so hard reading this comment. Thank you for making my day ^^
It’s nice to see Lance is also a Ling Ling lol your comment made my day, thank you!
Thanks
Min Chen’s not here πππππ anyways, that LYS should die. Blood calls for blood!