{"id":145,"date":"2018-11-26T16:00:00","date_gmt":"2018-11-26T16:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/betwixtedbutterfly.com\/translations\/2018\/11\/26\/king-of-classical-music-5\/"},"modified":"2019-10-25T12:49:26","modified_gmt":"2019-10-25T16:49:26","slug":"kocm5","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/betwixtedbutterfly.com\/translations\/kocm5\/","title":{"rendered":"King of Classical Music 5"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t
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It was early morning in Vienna, the streets were not busy, and people were leisurely walking by. There were tall sycamore trees on both sides of the road. Because it was early autumn, the ground was covered in a layer of golden leaves, making it appear enchanting from afar.<\/p>\n\n

When Luo Yu Sen exited his taxi, there was a group of people rushing through traffic. Carrying his violin case, he cursed inwardly and waited at the side for these people to pass.<\/p>\n\n

It has been a week since Luo Yu Sen was released from the police station. Lu Zi Wen\u2019s death was determined to be an accident due to an acute asthma attack. It was because, in current medical history, there were no deaths by asthma attack caused by a fight that resulted in little to no injury.<\/p>\n\n

Moreover, Luo Yu Sen also blamed himself, crying heavily when he was detained. Saying things like \u201cWhy didn\u2019t I stay longer?\u201d and \u201cWhy didn\u2019t I see his illness?\u201d, Etcetera. The detectives who observed this just looked at each other and shrugged. They released him because there was no proof that he was directly involved in the accident anyway.<\/p>\n\n

According to Luo Yu Sen\u2019s testimony and the time of death inferred by the coroner, it should be that after Luo Yu Sen left the lounge, Lu Zi Wen suddenly had an asthma attack. Without medication, the asthma attack was too violent, and he couldn\u2019t call for help. Soon after, he lost consciousness and eventually died.<\/p>\n\n

Honk\u2014\u2014<\/p>\n\n

The honk came from a fast moving taxi, passing Luo Yu Sen. He took a step back in shock and almost fell to the ground, but someone held him up. Returning to his senses, he turned around and saw a blond man with blue eyes. The man asked him, \u201cHey mister, are you alright?\u201d<\/p>\n\n

Luo Yu Sen nodded but didn\u2019t say thank you. He hurriedly walked over to the other side of the street, chasing the green light. When he opened the door of the red-brick, European styled building belonging to the Vienna Symphony Orchestra, he didn\u2019t notice that the blue-eyed blond behind him slowly smiled and looked thoughtfully at the door he disappeared through.<\/p>\n\n

After a while, the blond turned and left. Walking across the street, he stopped under a huge sycamore tree. Laughing, he said, \u201cThis Luo Yu Sen guy looks. . . normal. Hey, aren\u2019t you overthinking, Min? The detective also said that he just happened to be in the lounge and left before the asthma attack.\u201d<\/p>\n\n

Under the grand, golden sycamore, a handsome man lifted his head slightly and calmly looked at the swaying leaves. He wore a long black coat. Although the brand was unknown, the excellent workmanship on it showed its elegant lavishness. He stood on the side of the road, looking up at the tree while vehicles passed behind him.<\/p>\n\n

The other man found himself being ignored and couldn\u2019t help but laugh, \u201cHey, you\u2019re the one who wanted to come here and meet him. Now that you\u2019ve met Luo Yu Sen. . . Damn, why are Chinese names so difficult to pronounce? Now that you have seen him, why didn\u2019t you talk to him?\u201d<\/p>\n\n

A yellow leaf slowly descended along with the autumn wind, and he subconsciously reached out to catch it. He stared at the leaf, no longer full of life, for a while and suddenly said, \u201cDaniel, in Huaxia, there\u2019s an old saying\u2014\u2014Coincidence doesn\u2019t exist.\u201d<\/p>\n\n

Daniel looked at him in surprise, appearing somewhat puzzled.<\/p>\n\n

\u201cBut this matter, really. . . Is he truly that skillful?\u201d<\/p>\n\n

The autumn wind drowned the man\u2019s soft sigh, and not long after, a black Bentley slowly drove away from the block. The pedestrians rushed up and down the street. Only the colossal sycamore tree bore witness to what happened there.<\/p>\n\n

Meanwhile, halfway across the globe, it was already afternoon in Huaxia.<\/p>\n\n

When Zheng Wei Qiao learned from his friend that Qi Mu was selected for the B City Symphony Orchestra, though it was unexpected, somehow he was not surprised by it. Despite knowing that Qi Mu was the only applicant whose performance the judges didn\u2019t comment on, he inexplicably felt that. . .<\/p>\n\n

Qi Mu, he could be successful.<\/p>\n\n

Zheng Wei Qiao had not heard him play the violin for a long time, and he also knew that Qi Mu hadn\u2019t touched the violin for 8 years. Naturally, his skill wouldn\u2019t be the same as before, but Qi Mu was confident. Because he remembered that, yesterday, the young man who confidently said \u201cIf B City Symphony Orchestra doesn\u2019t pick me, then they\u2019re only at that level.\u201d was definitely not lying.<\/p>\n\n

That being said, when Zheng Wei Qiao drove his car to Qi Mu\u2019s house, he knocked on the door for a while but didn\u2019t get a reply. When he dialed his number, he only heard Qi Mu\u2019s surprised voice from the other side of the line, \u201cHmm? Zheng-ge, what are you doing at my house? I\u2019m already at the orchestra.\u201d<\/p>\n\n

\u201c. . .\u201d<\/p>\n\n

How dare you. . .<\/p>\n\n

Was this child too old to listen to his elders?!<\/p>\n\n

By the time Zheng Wei Qiao rushed to the orchestra, he just entered the practice room to see an old man, well-known in the industry for being stubborn, offering Qi Mu a homemade maca wine to taste but being rejected humorously by the young man. All the people around them were laughing.<\/p>\n\n

The atmosphere. . .<\/p>\n\n

Was so blinding and harmonious.<\/p>\n\n

Wait a minute, shouldn\u2019t all these people reject the sudden addition to the orchestra? And Qi Mu, being called \u2018the genius prodigy,\u2019 when they deliberately isolate him, shouldn\u2019t that make him angry and have him kicking up a fuss?!<\/p>\n\n

Why was this completely different from what he imagined?!<\/p>\n\n

Zheng Wei Qiao felt like a bad person.<\/p>\n\n

As soon as Qi Mu looked up, he saw Zheng Wei Qiao standing near the door. He could see Zheng Wei Qiao\u2019s face was pale and sighed, looking exhausted and exasperated.<\/p>\n\n

He couldn\u2019t help but smile, then he waved, \u201cZheng-ge, I\u2019m here.\u201d<\/p>\n\n

Zheng Wei Qiao didn\u2019t immediately walk over to him. He went to the old members of the orchestra and said a few words to them, and only then did he go over and sit in the seat next to him, asking, \u201cQi Mu. . . why did you go straight to the orchestra and not wait for me?\u201d<\/p>\n\n

Qi Mu lifted his eyes to look at Zheng Wei Qiao and asked in surprise, \u201cZheng-ge, didn\u2019t you say today you would be working on the article for \u300aMusic Hall\u300b? I didn\u2019t want to bother you, so I went by myself. I took a bus here. There was a bus station at the entrance of the community, and it\u2019s really convenient for me to take public transport, so you don\u2019t have to worry.\u201d<\/p>\n\n

\u201c. . . \u201d<\/p>\n\n

I\u2019m not worried about your journey here! I\u2019m concerned about you being swallowed up by this group of slippery old people!<\/p>\n\n

Seeing Zheng Wei Qiao’s hesitating expression, Qi Mu shifted his gaze and understood what the man meant.<\/p>\n\n

Qi Mu was born in Europe and only came to perform a few times in Huaxia when the orchestra had their global tours. Needless to say, he was not familiar with the symphony orchestra here.<\/p>\n\n

Growing up in an orphanage since childhood, one needed to know how to observe people, to be patient but have a little force, that was the best way to go. By the time he was seven, he\u2019d already been able to live peacefully without other kids bothering him, thanks to his ability in reading people.<\/p>\n\n

Later when he was adopted by an old couple with no children, he had the opportunity to learn the violin. He then entered the European classical music scene full of crouching tigers and hidden dragons, so he had to be low-key. There was one thing Luo Yu Sen said that was correct. He didn\u2019t have any family background so he could only rely on himself to survive in Vienna. Things like how to get along with people, how to make a good first impression, that was already ingrained deep in his bones.<\/p>\n\n

But. . . Compared to the arrogant and old-fashioned old fritters in Vienna, these seniors here were much kinder.<\/p>\n\n

Qi Mu thought secretly.<\/p>\n\n

\u201cZheng-ge, you don\u2019t need to worry about that. I can handle it myself,\u201d Qi Mu said with a smile. \u201cThat\u2019s right, don\u2019t you have to hand in an article today? How\u2019s the draft coming?\u201d<\/p>\n\n

Zheng Wei Qiao looked at him strangely for a while, then he sighed, \u201cYou\u2019re still young, and teacher left you in our care, so you don\u2019t have to worry about other things. As long as you work hard and keep practicing, that\u2019s all teacher would want.\u201d<\/p>\n\n

Qi Mu didn\u2019t know whether to cry or laugh.<\/p>\n\n

Zheng Wei Qiao really put Qi Mu\u2019s mother kindness to heart, quite like the saying: one day a teacher, lifelong a father. . . .cough mother.<\/p>\n\n

They talked for a bit after that but didn\u2019t get to speak for too long because the concertmaster of B City Symphony Orchestra, Du Sheng entered the practice room.<\/p>\n\n

Du Sheng was the top violinist in Huaxia, and he had an excellent reputation globally as well. He was known for his skill, rich experience, and knowledge. Qi Mu once heard him at the Golden Hall, playing Mendelssohn\u2019s \u300aViolin Concerto in E Minor\u300b and even he had to praise it.<\/p>\n\n

The conductor was not here today so the concertmaster would lead the orchestra. Du Sheng went to the podium and helped the first violin group set up. He then turned and looked at the second violin group, and in the position of the deputy concertmaster, sat a handsome young man. His gaze stayed on Qi Mu for a while then he began the sound process.<\/p>\n\n

When the orchestra had finished setting up, Du Sheng didn\u2019t tell the first violin to pick up the ensemble. Instead, he smiled and looked at Qi Mu, saying, \u201cToday, we have a new member, taking over Zhang Lao\u2019s position as the deputy concertmaster\u2014\u2014Qi Mu. Even though he\u2019s young, don\u2019t even think of bullying him. Let me tell you, Tan Lao views him with high regard, so if you bully him, don\u2019t come to me when Tan Lao comes for you!\u201d<\/p>\n\n

Several people laughed at Du Sheng\u2019s joke.<\/p>\n\n

The deputy chief of the first violin group then said, \u201cMr. Du, you don\u2019t have to say it. Who would dare to bully Xiao<\/strong> Qi? Xiao<\/strong> Qi is so clever and sensible. If we hurt him, then we are being mean. When I first saw him, I felt like I was seeing my son who recently graduated from college. It felt familiar.\u201d The deputy chief of the first violin group was a woman in her 40\u2019s.<\/p>\n\n

Zheng Wei Qiao\u2019s eyelids twitched. Clever and sensible. . . are we talking about the same person?<\/p>\n\n

A larger member of the group laughed, \u201cYeah, Xiao<\/strong> Qi is so handsome, who would bully him? Hey, Xiao<\/strong> Qi. My good daughter is turning 28 this year, when are you going to visit my family?\u201d<\/p>\n\n

\u201cWang Lao, you shameless old man. My daughter is turning 20 this year, so her age matches Xiao<\/strong> Qi. You can go away!\u201d<\/p>\n\n

. . .<\/p>\n\n

The sound of laughter echoed in the practice room. When Tan Zheng Hui arrived, all he heard was \u201cXiao<\/strong> Qi\u201d this and \u201cXiao<\/strong> Qi\u201d that. He frowned, then grunted and the entire room went quiet.<\/p>\n\n

Du Sheng stepped down from the podium to give way for Tan Zheng Hui. The older man had just gotten on the stage and asked, \u201cWhat is xiao qi<\/strong>? Where is the seven? Is Dong Yong<\/strong> here?\u201d<\/p>\n\n

After a moment of dead silence, they all suddenly burst into laughter.<\/p>\n\n

Qi Mu laughed until his eyes teared up, but he didn\u2019t know. . .<\/p>\n\n

Xiao<\/strong> Qi, this nickname would follow him forever, and he was stuck with it his whole life. He had better accept his fate.<\/p>\n\n

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