Vienna, the symbol of classical music.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Countless famous musicians spent their brilliant music careers in\nthis beautiful city. Statues of music maestros such as Mozart, Beethoven, and\nBrahms stood over parks and various streets. Some were even named after them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Vienna, the sacred place of every classical musician. To them, the\nhappiest moment of their lives would be to come and listen to concerts and\nwatch musicals.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Qi Mu followed Akkad to Vienna in the middle of May.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Spring was already n fully swing, and all kinds of flowers vied\nfor beauty. Walking on such a quiet street, he could smell the fragrant flowers\nand listen to melodious music at any time. It was refreshing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When Akkad arrived in Vienna, he immediately found a coffee shop\ncalled Sachar<\/a>. Even before Qi Mu could put down his suitcase, the music master\ngave his order, “One Sachertorte<\/a> and a latte. Oh, Little Seven, would you like a Sachertorte as\nwell?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Qi Mu smiled and waved his hand. \u201cNo, professor. I\u2019ll just have a\nmocha, please.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Akkad smiled and waited for the uniformed waiter to leave then\nspoke mysteriously, “Little Seven, although you\u2019ve been to Vienna as a\nchild. . . it was several years ago. You have to take a good look, this time.\nVienna has changed after all these years, ah.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n Qi Mu nodded. \u201cYes, professor.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cFor example, Sachertorte is Austria\u2019s national treasure. Why\ndon\u2019t you have one?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Did he just want Qi Mu to try Sachertorte? It was known as one of\nthe top ten cakes in the world. Qi Mu didn\u2019t know whether to laugh or cry.\n\u201cProfessor. . . then, shall I have one?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n When Qi Mu ordered another cake, Akkad was satisfied. Before long,\ntwo small cakes were delivered to them on a glittering gold plate, making it\neven more delicate and lovely.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Qi Mu took a single bite and didn\u2019t touch it again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He turned his head and looked out the window, catching sight of a\nfew lovely children. They were chasing and playing with each other on a blue\nbrick lane. Next to them stood a white marble statue, its figure looking ahead\nholding a thick sheet of music in hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Qi Mu looked at this familiar yet unfamiliar scene and felt as if\nhe was from another world.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Everything was the same, he even recognized the scent of the air.\nThe sunshine was bright as ever. The people on the streets, the street signs,\neven this Sachar Cafe hasn\u2019t changed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The only thing that had changed…<\/p>\n\n\n\n Was perhaps himself?<\/p>\n\n\n\n Qi Mu looked out the window, the bright and dazzling sunshine\nmaking him squint. Ten years ago, he came to this place by himself. He died\nhere with unfulfilled dreams. And now\u2014\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n Now he was back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Hey Little Seven, don’t you want to eat? Don\u2019t waste\nthis!” Akkad looked at the cake on the plate that was only missing a\nsingle bite, and said, “The cake is so delicious, you can’t eat just this\nmuch.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n Qi Mu smiled and tacitly pushed his plate over. \u201cIf Teacher\ndoesn\u2019t mind, would you like to share?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Professor Akkad immediately took the plate and said, \u201cI don\u2019t\nmind, I don\u2019t mind.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Akkad thought he was being considerate so he took Qi Mu to visit\nthe Schonbrunn Palace<\/a>, the Belvedere<\/a> and the St.\nStephen Cathedral<\/a>. After that, they ended\nthe first day of their trip and arrived at the hotel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Qi Mu set down his luggage and couldn\u2019t wait to open the curtain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n In an instant, Vienna’s golden night was in sight. The street\nlights were exactly as they should be. Every building was still distributed the\nsame way. There was nothing different from the Vienna of his memories!<\/p>\n\n\n\n Qi Mu stared in amazement, and after a long time, it finally hit\nhim\u2014\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n He really was back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n . . .<\/p>\n\n\n\n Since he was back, he had something to do, didn\u2019t he?<\/p>\n\n\n\n Qi Mu didn\u2019t ask Akkad about their plans for the next few days. If\nthere was nothing, he wanted to go back to the house he rented.<\/p>\n\n\n\n When he had just about to knock on the door, he saw Akkad was\nready to go out. The gray-haired old man wore a simple shirt with an ordinary\ncoat. He looked like the typical grandfather next door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n When he saw Qi Mu, Akkad blinked and smiled, “Little Seven,\nyou\u2019re early. Come on, bring your violin, let\u2019s go.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n Qi Mu: \u201c. . . Go?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Akkad nodded with a straight-laced expression. \u201cYou want to stay\nin the hotel all the time? Little Seven, young people can\u2019t waste their time\nlike that. Bring your violin and come with me!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201c. . .\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n When Qi Mu went back to his room to get his violin, he thought\nAkkad was going to take him to visit a master.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Many musicians, after becoming famous, except for those who prefer\nto settle in their hometown, would come to Vienna and integrate with the city.\nTherefore, quite a few musicians lived in Vienna.<\/p>\n\n\n\n However, when Akkad went to the subway and walked to a place he\nwas very familiar with, Qi Mu\u2019s eyelids twitched. A terrible premonition rose\nin his heart.<\/p>\n\n\n\n