The impromptu public performances entitled \u201cFeel Vienna, Exercise\nPerforming Skills\u201d lasted for three days after Qi Mu arrived.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In late spring, Vienna was full of fragrant flowers. Qi Mu and\nAkkad visited almost all of the famous spots under Qi Mu\u2019s guidance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Akkad had to admit, \u201cLittle Seven. . . Perhaps you have the talent\nto become a geographer? It\u2019s not easy to read such a complicated map, and\nyou\u2019ve never got it wrong. . .\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Qi Mu: \u201c. . .\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Although Vienna\u2019s streets were complicated, there was still a long way to go between \u201cable to read maps\u201d and \u201cbecoming a geographer!\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n After the impromptu performance, Qi Mu planned to see his old\nhouse. But, Akkad clapped his hands and said, \u201cLittle Seven, after three days,\nthere\u2019s finally a concert. Tonight\u2019s concert is by the British BBC Philharmonic\nOrchestra, it will be the first orchestra we attend after coming to Vienna.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Qi Mu thought for a moment and had an idea, \u201cProfessor, you mean,\nwhen you took me to all those places to perform over the past few days. . .\nwere you waiting for the concert to begin?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Akkad nodded with a very master-like expression and said, \u201cWell,\nyes. From today on, there will be many good concerts in Vienna, enough for us\nto stay until May.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n As they talked, they walked into a cafe next to Gesellschaft der\nMusikfreunde in Wien\u2019s building. Akkad ordered a cup of coffee then looked at\nQi Mu and said, \u201cLittle Seven, you are skilled and have a great sense of music.\nWhat you lack most is the opportunity to work with an orchestra.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Qi Mu nodded solemnly. \u201cYes, professor. There are few\nopportunities.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Qi Mu, a member of the Vienna Symphony Orchestra in his previous\nlife, was a reserve member in his first year there and didn\u2019t get to perform\nfor quite some time. After that, he entered the first violin group directly and\ngradually grew from an ordinary member to the deputy chief.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But this meant he never had the chance to work with an orchestra\nas the concertmaster.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The concertmaster was a very glorious and sacred position, meaning\nthey needed the strength to match. Excellent violin skills didn\u2019t make an\nexcellent concertmaster. It usually took a lot of practice to accumulate\nexperience.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Qi Mu had a superb sense of music, which made it convenient for\nhim to rehearse with an orchestra. But it was talent rather than experience,\nafter all. What Qi Mu lacked was experience as the concertmaster.<\/p>\n\n\n\n In the quiet coffee shop, a gentle, female voice sang a blues song.\nThe coffee shop was located near the Musikverein, where many classical\nmusicians waited for the concert that evening.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Akkad didn\u2019t wear a disguise. So many people who wandered into the\ncafe found this world-class master of the violin. When they noticed the\nhandsome youth sitting opposite him, they realized instantly\u2014\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIs that. . . Is that the person who won first place in the Paris\u2019\nNational Conservatory\u2019s last assessment?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n From time to time, people came to pay their respects to Akkad while\nsneaking a glance at the maestro\u2019s favorite disciple.<\/p>\n\n\n\n When their coffee arrived, Akkad used a spoon to mix sugar into\nthe drink and sighed. \u201cActually, Little Seven. . . if you were born a decade\nearlier, I don\u2019t think you would have such a worry.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Qi Mu looked Akkad, who helplessly continued, \u201cRight now, all the\nworld\u2019s major orchestras are basically complete. Even Bai Ai, that has always\nbeen \u2018a never changing old man\u2019 made Christole their concertmaster seven or\neight years ago. Now, basically, all the concertmasters of most of the\nfirst-class orchestras are young.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Qi Mu was slightly startled. After a pause, he spoke. \u201cIndeed. . .\nBut teacher, have you forgotten the concertmaster of Wei Ai?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Akkad was silent for a moment before replying, \u201cI forgot that old\nfellow. Yes, he is quite old. But he has worked with Dorenza for so many years,\nand I don\u2019t think he will leave Wei Ai in the near future.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Qi Mu nodded and didn\u2019t express his opinion.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Akkad sighed, \u201cEven the Academy Orchestra of our college have Ange\nas the concertmaster. Even if he graduated next year, you would also graduate\nat that time. So that position won\u2019t be yours, Little Seven.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Qi Mu thought about it a bit and then asked, \u201cThat. . . Professor,\ncan I start as an ordinary member?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Akkad shook his head and said, \u201cNo, Seven. Before you came to\nParis, I already saw your performance as deputy chief of the second violin\ngroup and assistant concertmaster of the B City Symphony Orchestra. As a member\nof the orchestra, I think you\u2019re already excellent. You don\u2019t need more\nexperience in that. . . What you need is specific experience as concertmaster.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Qi Mu went silent and said nothing more.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He knew how to cooperate with world-class orchestras after working\nwith the Vienna Symphony Orchestra for over a decade. However. . . not everyone\ncould have such an opportunity, and unfortunately, Qi Mu was not born in that\n\u201clucky\u201d era.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Akkad smiled and went on, \u201cBut Little Seven, having a lot of\nstrong opponents is a good thing for you. It is because there are so many\nrivals that you can watch and learn more. So this era that you were born in is\nnot only a cruel era but also a beautiful one.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n At Akkad\u2019s words of encouragement, Qi Mu nodded, and a smile\nappeared on his handsome face. \u201cYes, professor. I will work harder.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Akkad nodded approvingly, and they quickly left for the\nMusikverein in the next building.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The BBC Philharmonic Orchestra was one of the top symphony\norchestras in Britain. Their style tended to be romantic, graceful, and gentle.\nAfter five symphonies were played in one evening, thunderous applause broke out\nseveral times, and at the end of the event, an encore was performed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The BBC Philharmonic\u2019s concert wasn\u2019t held at the Golden Hall but\nin another hall of the same building. However, when Qi Mu walked into the\nMusikverein again, his heartstrings pulled tight, an indescribable emotion\nflooding his being.<\/p>\n\n\n\n This was the last place he went in his former life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The three-store building stood for more than 200 years, allowing\nnumerous classical music maestros to perform and spread their music to the\nworld. It had the world\u2019s best music hall, the Gro\u00dfe\nSaal\u2014\u2014 which has collected countless\nvirtuoso from all over the country.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Qi Mu hastened to maintain his composure and didn\u2019t show any\nemotion in front of Akkad. He accompanied his mentor to greet many of the man\u2019s\nold friends. Akkad also introduced Qi Mu to these world-renowned masters,\nexpanding his contacts.<\/p>\n\n\n\n With such a famous mentor, this represented Qi Mu\u2019s inheritance of\nhis master\u2019s various contacts and factions in a way.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The next day, Akkad took Qi Mu to visit a world-renowned cellist.\nThe three of them chatted for a long time at the virtuoso\u2019s house. Akkad let Qi\nMu leave on his own in the afternoon as he needed to talk more with his friend.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Qi Mu smiled and said goodbye to Akkad and the cellist then left\nthe building.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It had been four days since he first stood in the quiet streets of\nVienna, and this was the first time since his arrival he was finally alone and could\nmove freely.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He looked at the clear blue sky, unclear how long he stood there\nbefore recovering. After looking around, Qi Mu figured out where he was. He\nfound the nearest subway station he was familiar with and took the line he had\ntaken for over a decade.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The scenery leaving the subway was one he was so familiar with.\nThe sights and sounds were engraved in his soul, and he stood there for a long\ntime in a daze.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The dessert shop still looked like it did eight months ago with\nthe owner\u2019s favorite tulips placed in front. The owner of the small cafe on the\nopposite street preferred to move his lounge chair to the front of the shop in\nthe afternoon, however, and basked in the sun.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Qi Mu took a step and moved forward. In a short while, a\npiano-like sound came from the side of a small building. A little boy, who didn\u2019t\nhave much talent in piano, still practiced every day. He never made any\nprogress.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Qi Mu\u2019s pace grew faster and faster. When he turned a corner and\nsaw the house he had lived in for more than a decade, he stopped. He wondered\nwhether he should go forward or turn back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It took him a while to walk to the side of the apartment, then he\nstopped again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The young man leaned against the brick wall. Because it was in the\nsun for quite a while, it was warm. He looked up and stared at the dark window\non the second floor of the small building.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Qi Mu stared and remained silent until the sun set. Night came,\nand he still didn’t move. He didn\u2019t go forward, he didn’t leave. It was as if\nhe fondly remembered a past he couldn\u2019t rewind. There was no way to save\nanything from it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n About half an hour later, Qi Mu finally heaved a long, heavy sigh\nand said to himself with a bitter smile, \u201cIt\u2019s all over. . . it\u2019s impossible to\nreturn.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n He turned and left.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Just as he turned away, a black Bentley parked nearby slowly\nfollowed his path.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Once the young man left, the window opened, and a handsome face\nappeared in the dark night.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Min Chen\u2019s eyes narrowed, and he stared in that direction for a\nlong time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ten minutes earlier, he saw Qi Mu on the street. He wanted to say\nhello, but he noticed he was staring at the apartment across the street.\nUnknowingly, the words he wanted to say died.<\/p>\n\n\n\n That. . . was Lu Zi Wen\u2019s apartment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He waited until he saw the familiar young man enter the subway, then\nMin Chen turned away and said in a low voice, \u201cLet\u2019s go.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The driver, still unaware, started the engine without asking\nanything.<\/p>\n\n\n\n In the dimly lit car, the man pressed his long finger against his\nphone screen several times, and before long, he received a reply.\u3010Are you already busy with the orchestra yet? I\nwas just strolling around. Since we\u2019re both in Vienna, there is time for us to\nmeet.\u3011<\/p>\n\n\n\n After Min Chen replied with an affirmative, they exchanged a few\nmore texts then said, \u201cGood night,\u201d to each other.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He looked out the window at the golden night of Vienna, and his\neyebrows furrowed for a long time before he sighed\u2014\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n Since you were just strolling around, why…<\/em><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Why did you stare at that apartment for so long with that\nexpression?<\/em><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n <<< Previous<\/a><\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n N<\/a>ext >>><\/a><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n Translator Listening to Aimer\u2019s \u201cIf I didn\u2019t meet you\u201d at the end of this chapter was quite hard to do while translating lol curse you, playlist. What a nice time to play that song at the end of the chapter. Coincidence? 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