{"id":1185,"date":"2019-02-18T11:00:51","date_gmt":"2019-02-18T16:00:51","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/betwixtedbutterfly.com\/translations\/?p=1185"},"modified":"2019-06-28T12:12:50","modified_gmt":"2019-06-28T16:12:50","slug":"kocm41","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/betwixtedbutterfly.com\/translations\/kocm41\/","title":{"rendered":"King of Classical Music 41"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

There was a saying in Huaxia that went, \u201cpi ji<\/g> tai<\/g> lai.\u201d (Extreme sorrow becomes joy.)<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Due to the mistake in promoting the event, the\nHong Kong Sea Music Festival had 20-30% fewer visitors than in previous years.\nHowever, since everything had already gone wrong, weren\u2019t they due to be lucky\nat least once?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

First, they used the New Ai\u2019s recruitment drive,\nthen the news that Min Chen was present triggered an onslaught of people. Then,\nthe young Chinese violinist that performed with the New York Philharmonic\nOrchestra, and phenomenally successful concert.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When the festival came to an end, many people\nlooked back on the ten-day event, and\nmost of them thought something along the lines of: \u201cActually. . . this year\u2019s\nfestival was much more interesting than any other I\u2019ve attended.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Naturally, Qi Mu didn\u2019t know this. He took the\nfirst flight back to B City the afternoon after the festival was over. Landing\nin B City, Qi Mu inhaled the fresh air of Huaxia and said wistfully, \u201cThis is\nwhat I\u2019m most familiar with after all!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Min Chen: \u201c. . .\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Having left the warm climate in the south, the\nDecember chill in the north was enough to make the air feel like ice. The cold\nwind blew across the street like an iron knife. It was late at night, and\ntraffic was sparse. By the time Qi Mu reached home from the airport, it was\nalready early in the morning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Since tomorrow was Christmas, Qi Mu invited Min\nChen to his house as thanks for looking after him the past few days. Min Chen\nwas surprised to receive the invitation, but he nodded and agreed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For westerners, Christmas was like the Chinese\nNew Year. Qi Mu had grown up in Europe and stayed there all his life. However,\nhis adoptive parents were Chinese, so he never placed much importance on\nChristmas, and they instead celebrated\nthe Chinese New Year.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When he was still a child in the orphanage, the\ncold dean would give them chocolates, at most, but other than that, he had\nnever attributed anything special to the date.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This time, he invited Min Chen over because he\nknew the man wasn\u2019t returning to Europe for Christmas and might feel lonely but\nalso to thank him for his care at the same time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Qi Mu had thought of a simple dinner. He didn\u2019t\nknow that a wall over, in the living room large enough to raise a whale, the\nalways indifferent Min Chen was looking through various ties, tie clips, and\ncufflinks spread across the sofa with an unusually\nsomber eye.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Standing before these dazzling items that would\nmake it difficult for anyone to make a decision, the handsome man stared calmly\nfor ten minutes then closed his eyes and randomly pointed in a direction. Like\nso, he selected a long, dark blue tie, a tie clip with a white diamond at its\ncenter, and a pair of sapphire cufflinks.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When it was time, Min Chen swiftly sorted out\nhis attire and picked up the white lilies he had specially delivered this\nmorning and exited his door. He impassively walked next door and rang the\ndoorbell.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Soon after, the sound of footsteps came from\nbehind the door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cCreak\u2014\u2014\u201d The door opened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Min Chen: \u201c. . .\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The pretty woman standing in the doorway: \u201c. .\n.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

After a moment, Min Chen glanced at the number\non the door. Confirming that he hadn\u2019t gone to the wrong place, the elegant man\nfrowned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Before he could speak, a familiar voice came\nfrom further inside, \u201cSister-in-law, who is it?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The woman smiled and turned back to reply, \u201cXiao<\/strong> Qi, come see. . . if this is that friend you mentioned?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Qi Mu come from the kitchen in a white apron.\nSeeing Min Chen, QI Mu unintentionally laughed and said, \u201cMin Chen. . . it\u2019s just a simple dinner at home. You didn\u2019t\nhave to wear such. . . formal attire.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Outside, the\nhandsome man wore an elegant black suit. Every corner of his clothing\nwas ironed, looking freshly purchased. Even his hair was slicked back and fixed\nin place with hair gel. It almost felt like he could step on stage the next\nmoment, pick up a baton, and begin a performance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Min Chen was silent, and Qi Mu did not wait for a reply. He saw the bouquet of white lilies in the man\u2019s arms and was stunned. He suddenly thought of something, and a trace of guilt flashed in his eyes. He\nsaid helplessly, \u201cI\u2019m sorry. I should have told you clearly yesterday so you\nwouldn\u2019t worry too much.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Qi Mu\u2019s words left Min Chen in a daze, but the\nlost look in his eyes was suddenly swept away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Min Chen stared at Qi Mu for a while then his\nthin lips curled upward slowly, and he\nlaughed softly, \u201cIt doesn\u2019t matter. I was the one who thought too much.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The woman stuck in the middle: \u201c. . .\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHoney, why are you still standing at the door?\nWhy don\u2019t you go see what Qi Mu made. . . and how it tastes. . .\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAaaahhh!!! Min Chen!!!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There was loud thud, and the things Zheng Wei Qiao had purchased at the supermarket fell\nto the ground. They quickly tidied up and went into Qi Mu\u2019s apartment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Once all the food was on the table, Zhao Yue, Zheng Wei Qiao\u2019s wife, laughed and said while she served the soup, \u201cXiao<\/strong> Qi\u2019s cooking is delicious. I thought I would need to help out more today, but it looks like I was worried for nothing.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Zhao Yue wasn\u2019t in the music circle. While she\nlooked gentle, she was, in fact, a savvy and decisive lawyer. Although her\nhusband was in the music industry, she knew nothing about it, so when she saw\nMin Chen, she didn\u2019t recognize him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Of course, to Zhao Yue, this was just a simple\nmeal, and everyone had gathered to\ncelebrate. Because Zheng Wei Qiao had told her beforehand that Qi Mu\u2019s\nperformance at the music festival was reported on in several international\nmedia, she only thought about celebrating that with Qi Mu today.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Like Qi Mu, the Zheng family didn\u2019t put much\nimportance on Christmas. Thus, at the table, only\none man was wearing formal attire, appearing solemn, completely out of place.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This was Zheng Wei Qiao\u2019s first time being in\ncontact with Min Chen. Although Qi Mu always said the man wasn\u2019t as harsh as he\nlooked, having a dinner together with such a giant in the industry. . .\nit made him a bit uncomfortable.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Fortunately, he was only somewhat half in the\ncircle right now. If he was still a violinist playing in an orchestra, he\ndidn\u2019t think he would even dare breathe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The atmosphere was rather stiff once dinner started, so Qi Mu took the initiative to liven things up. As a lawyer, Zhao Yue was savvy with words, so she often made jokes here and there. Once dinner was over, Zheng Wei Qiao quietly pulled Qi Mu aside and gave him a red envelope, then he said, \u201cXiao<\/strong> Qi, ah, later. . . don\u2019t make me eat with Mr. Min again.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For the Zheng couple, Qi Mu was still a kid in\nhis early twenties, so they often gave\nhim pocket money.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Qi Mu quickly returned the envelope to Zheng Wei Qiao and helplessly said, \u201cZheng-ge<\/strong>, Min Chen is truly a good person. Really, get to know him a little, and you\u2019ll get along with him. He has a good temper.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Who would expect that Zheng Wei Qiao, known for his calmness, would suddenly burst into tears, \u201cXiao<\/strong> Qi, ah. I\u2019m not being prejudiced against him or anything, it\u2019s just. . . The sight of Mr. Min makes me remember when Teacher would punish me by having me practice \u300aConstance March\u300b for a month! I still can\u2019t forget how terrible that song was, even after eight years. I\u2019ll always remember that nightmarish month whenever I see Mr. Min\u2019s face. . .\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Qi Mu: \u201c. . .\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u300aConstance March\u300bwas the first movement in \u300aViolin\nSonata No. 9 in D Major\u300b. This symphony was\nwritten by Min Chen when he was twenty-one. There were four movements in the\nwhole composition and among them, the violin section of the first movement was\nthe most difficult to perform. Some professionals even secretly called it\n\u201cHell.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Min Chen was a pianist after all. So compared to\nPaganini\u2019s Caprice No. 24 \u201cDevil\u2019s Movement,\u201d there were some areas of \u300aConstance March\u300b that\nwere lacking. Particularly in the technical aspect. But, for a violin song\nwritten by a contemporary musician, no one doubted that this was the most\ndifficult to play.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Watching Zheng Wei Qiao\u2019s expression of \u201chaving\njust seen a ghost,\u201d Qi Mu didn\u2019t try to persuade him anymore. After he saw the\ncouple off downstairs, Qi Mu returned to his apartment and unexpectedly found\nMin Chen. . . Clearing! The! Table!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Qi Mu\u2019s eyes flew wide open in surprise, and he forgot to close the door. \u201cWhy are you\nclearing the dishes?!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This patient whose obsession with cleanliness\nwas very steep pinched the edge of a\nplate and picked it up. Qi Mu\u2019s sudden yell caused him to fumble a bit, and his finger ended up brushing against a\nbrown sauce. Min Chen\u2019s face immediately turned black and he stiffened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They went to the kitchen together, and Qi Mu started washing the dishes. He said\nprofoundly, \u201cThank you so much for today, Min Chen. I really didn\u2019t expect you\nto stay and help me clean up. I certainly didn\u2019t expect you to pick up the\ndishes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Min Chen who stood beside him drying a plate but\nactually doing nothing: \u201c. . .\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Qi Mu sighed, \u201cIt\u2019s amazing that you actually\ncarried them. . .\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Min Chen: \u201c. . .\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

How to say it. . . it wasn\u2019t as though the plate he\ncarried was explosive, right? Well, it had to be an illusion.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Translator(s): Kuro
Editor(s): Bet<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kuro:<\/h4>\n\n\n\n

Oh god, translating this chapter was torture for\nmy poor delicate nerves. I got secondhand embarrassment from Min Chen all the\ntime! He\u2019s such a sweet and caring man, I want 10 of him (borrowing Bet\u2019s\nwords).<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Translating will be hectic once I start the new job, so please bear with it while I find a way to fit translating into things. Thank you, Bet! For shouldering the weight of translation over the past week, and in the future too.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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