Lance\u2019s diagnosis of \u201cresentment\u201d froze Qi Mu in place. For\na long while, he didn\u2019t know what to say.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Akkad, on the other hand, frowned, \u201cLance, what are you\ntalking about? How could Little Seven\u2019s music be resentful? I didn\u2019t notice it.\nI heard momentum.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWell,\u201d Lance shook\nhis head, \u201cReed, you\u2019re not a delicate person, to begin with. I wish I\nmisheard. But since you\u2019ve come to me with your precious student, you must feel\nthat your and my violin is somewhat complementary. You asked me to give some\npointers. So\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI\u2019m saying, even\nthough my playing is not on par with your student. . . Over the years, my\nunderstanding is not worse than yours.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Since his old friend so serious, Akkad realized Lance really\nwanted to guide Qi Mu. So he said, \u201cYes, Lance, you\u2019re right. I think that on\nmusic perception, you\u2019re better than me. But I don\u2019t feel the \u2018resentment\u2019 you\nmention. . .\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cProfessor, I think.\n. . I understand what Master Lance meant.\u201d Akkad\u2019s next words were interrupted\nby the pleasant voice of the youth. He turned and saw Qi Mu looking at him with\na smile. \u201cProfessor, Master Lance can hear things that even I didn\u2019t notice. I\nbelieve. . . he\u2019s right.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Lance nodded and smiled, \u201cThat\u2019s good. This kind of\nresentment isn\u2019t a bad thing. To tell you the truth, Beethoven couldn\u2019t have\nforced himself to write so many classics while being deaf if he didn\u2019t have\nsuch sorrow and hatred toward life. Of course, everyone has different styles of\nmusic. Little Seven, I hope you can be a genius like Mozart. . . not\nBeethoven.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mozart\u2019s life was full of ups and downs, from the fame in\nhis youth to the predicament of his later years. He pawned his watch to survive,\nand eventually, even his grave was gone. However, his music seldom showed the\nugliness of humanity. Instead, it was always exciting and cheerful.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Classical music was diverse. Whether you were gentle,\ndelicate, vigorous, or even cynical, you could always find your place in this\nworld.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nevertheless, music was like people. One can tell what kind\nof a person someone was by hearing their music. Although Mr. Lance seemed to be\ndirecting Qi Mu\u2019s violin, he wanted Qi Mu to cast aside the grudge in his\nheart.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Lance believed Qi Mu may have suffered some unfairness\nbefore and was depressed. He wanted Qi Mu to open his eyes, to see everything\nwas better now, and to forget those unpleasant things.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
However, Lance didn\u2019t know the inexplicable aggression in\nhis music was caused by. . .<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A deadly hatred that could never be forgotten.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Although he knew he couldn\u2019t forget this hatred, Qi Mu still\ntook Lance\u2019s words to heart. He didn\u2019t want his music to be entangled in the\nshadow of that scum forever. But to completely forget and abandon it, he could\nonly say. . .<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u300eThis matter needed to be resolved first.\u300f<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Qi Mu thought this to himself but didn\u2019t leak any of it in\nhis expression. He bowed respectfully to the gentle maestro and said, \u201cThank\nyou for your advice, Master Lance. I understand.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Lance smiled at his earnest expression. Although he didn\u2019t\nknow what kind of torment this child had in his heart, he hoped this lovely\nyoung man would live happily.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Akkad was not as delicate as his good friend. He didn\u2019t hear\nany kind of buried aggression when his student played. He thought there was\nnothing wrong with Qi Mu\u2019s sorrowful style.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In this world, only Lance Trier, one of the world\u2019s top\nthree violin masters could find the faint aggression in Qi Mu\u2019s violin. Even\nthe other two, Reed Akkad and Farrell Louis couldn\u2019t hear it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Qi Mu and his mentor had lunch at Lance\u2019s home. Not long\nafter, Qi Mu\u2019s mentor rushed him to the maestro\u2019s practice room. The famous\nviolinist said it was so Qi Mu\u2019s skills wouldn\u2019t get rusty when, in fact. . .\nAkkad wanted to discuss some \u201csecret\u201d matters with Lance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
After the sun set and night fell, Qi Mu was finally released\n\u201cwith the grace of His Majesty\u201d and could put down his violin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Qi Mu searched for the aggression Lance mentioned the entire\nafternoon. He played \u300aViolin Concerto in E minor\u300b and \u300aDevil\u2019s Trills\u300b for four or five hours\nbut still couldn\u2019t find it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Qi Mu could only sigh. \u201cMaster Lance\u2019s musical perception. .\n. is second to none!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Since he couldn\u2019t find the aggression, Qi Mu secretly\ndecided to solve this matter as soon as possible. He didn’t want to let that\nscum affect him after leaving Lance\u2019s house.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Although he had decided, he had yet to form a solid plan\nwhen Akkad\u2019s voice called out, \u201cLittle Seven, teacher. . . might be leaving\nVienna soon.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Qi Mu asked, \u201cProfessor?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In the beautiful and quiet streets of Vienna, a handsome\nyouth walked with a delicate dark green violin case in his hand. Under the dim\nmoonlight, his eyes were wide with surprise. He was dumbfounded. . . unable to\nunderstand what he just heard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Akkad sighed, \u201cThere\u2019s a problem in my hometown, so I have\nto go back. Little Seven, is it okay for you to stay here and continue studying\non your own?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Qi Mu slowly recovered. He nodded and spoke gently, \u201cAlright,\nProfessor. I\u2019ll study hard, don\u2019t worry about me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Akkad nodded and after a while, he said, \u201cLittle Seven, you\ndon\u2019t have to worry. I have many friends here. If there\u2019s anything you need and\nI still haven\u2019t returned, you can ask them for help.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Warmth spread in Qi Mu\u2019s heart. He nodded, smiling. \u201cOkay,\nProfessor. I know.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNow that I think\nabout it, aren\u2019t those guys out performing?\u201d Akkad thought for a moment then\nwent on, \u201cOh, by the way, the Vienna Symphony Orchestra seems to have a\nperformance in a few days. That Evra fellow should be back, this is his\nstronghold after all! Little Seven, if there\u2019s something you need, you can go\ndirectly to Evra, the principal conductor of Vienna Symphony Orchestra.\nAlthough that fellow has quite the temper, he should be willing to take good\ncare of my student.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At the familiar name, Qi Mu\u2019s footsteps faltered. He was\nstunned for a moment, but before Akkad noticed, he chased the old man again and\nsmiled. \u201cYes, Professor. You can rest assured, I will take care of myself.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not noticing anything unusual, Akkad nodded. \u201cEvra gave me\ntwo front-row tickets the other day. Unfortunately, I can\u2019t accompany you. If\nyou have any acquaintances here, Little Seven, you can give them the other\nticket.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Qi Mu smiled and accepted Akkad\u2019s concert tickets. His\neyebrows furrowed for a moment, then he smiled. Helplessly, he said,\n\u201cProfessor, how could I know anyone here? Oh, right. It seems that Bai Ai is\nhere currently. I heard that they are rehearsing for their concert next week.\nThen can I. . .\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cLittle Seven!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Qi Mu burst out laughing. \u201cYes, yes, yes. I won\u2019t give the\nticket to Min Chen, Professor.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Akkad nodded with satisfaction. He continued to assert his\nwarnings. Qi Mu nodded almost constantly, never daring to say \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
On the red-brick street, only a few people still walked in\nthe dark. Lance lived close to the hotel they were staying in. After only a few\nminutes of walking, Qi Mu returned to the hotel and placed his violin case on\nthe table.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
After confirming he was the only one in the room, Qi Mu\u2019s\nsmile faded away. He stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, fist\ntightly clenched. He looked silently toward the southwest. . . where the\nheadquarters of Vienna Symphony Orchestra was located.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He never expected that just as he decided to solve the\nmatter from his previous life, Akkad would give him the ticket. Everything\nseemed to be arranged from the dark as if some big hand called \u201cfate\u201d silently\nmanipulated his life, making him face\u2014\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The very thing he didn\u2019t want to let go!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At that moment, a plane from Geneva landed at the Vienna\nInternational Airport. It skidded down the runway and stayed for a few minutes\nbefore releasing the exhausted passengers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The Vienna Symphony Orchestra\u2019s schedule was tight this\nseason. Unlike the Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra, they didn\u2019t tend to spend a\nlot of time practicing before their performances. They just got back to Vienna,\nand the day after the next, they would hold another concert.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It can only be said that since conductors have their own\nstyle, so do the orchestras.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At the airport, the members of the orchestra walked in\ngroups of three to five. Only the last Chinese man at the back was alone, disjointed\nand disharmonious.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Luo Yu Sen\u2019s handsome face had thinned over the past few\nmonths. He looked a little harsh. He stared at people with fixed eyes without\nseeming to realize it. This made the other members of the orchestra, who were\nalready hostile to him, even more unwilling to approach him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A few days before their concert in Vienna, Evra announced\nthat in three months, at the earliest, or six months, at the latest, he would select\na new deputy concertmaster. Luo Yu Sen had longed for this position for a long\ntime, so this opportunity. . .<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He would never let go of it!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Luo Yu Sen didn\u2019t know, though, that while he was gunning\nfor the deputy concertmaster\u2019s seat. . . Just half a city away, a young man sneered,\nwaiting for their reunion.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThe day after tomorrow. . .\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cLuo Yu Sen, it\u2019s been a while since I last saw you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The young man\u2019s soft voice echoed in the quiet room and soon\ndisappeared without a trace.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The quiet night of Vienna hid the secrets of many people.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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