Vienna\u2019s Golden May was a season full of\nmusic. The world\u2019s best orchestras performed in this beautiful city one after\nthe other.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When the Vienna Symphony Orchestra finished\ntheir trip all over Europe and returned to their base camp, they were warmly\ngreeted by the residents of the city.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That night, almost all 1000 seats were filled.\nThe attendees ranged from classical professionals to musicians from other\norchestras to Vienna\u2019s local residents.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Among the applauding crowd, a beautiful young\nman with black hair attracted some attention. When the concert was over, and\nthe audience started to look for this seemingly familiar young man, they were\nsurprised to find\u2014\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That youth left as soon as the concert was\nover!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In the dark of night, the dressed-up audience\nleft with a smile.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And from time to time, they spoke about the\nconcert and occasionally mentioned the famous figures in attendance. The\ngentlemanly concertmaster of the Boston Symphony Orchestra was present, along\nwith the deputy conductor of the Manhattan Symphony Orchestra, and. . . the\nblack-haired youth who sat in the front row with a smile on his face the entire\ntime.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It felt like many years had passed since the\nfirst time they heard the name \u201cQi Mu.\u201d So much time, in fact, that they didn\u2019t\nremember it well, but they knew. . .<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For being only 22 years old, his violin was remarkable!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was a pity they didn\u2019t get the chance to\nspeak with him. Say. . . Why did he leave so early?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The Vienna Symphony Orchestra\u2019s last concert\nof the season wasn\u2019t held in the Golden Hall, nor in any hall at Musikverein.\nInstead, it was held at their own hall and was an evening full of music that\nwas decisively their own style.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
By the time almost the entire audience left\nthe front building, a heated discussion rang out in a quiet, empty side street. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHey,\nDavey, where are you going to play tomorrow?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI\u2019m\ngonna stay home, Kirk, you fool!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
. . .<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMelanie,\nlet\u2019s go to the Vienna Mall tomorrow. My summer dress is calling for me!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHelen,\nyou silly woman. What summer dress? My autumn clothes are waiting for me in\nthose beautiful windows!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
. . .<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A group of people passed through the\nhalf-opened mahogany door. Some carried violin cases, others carried heavy\ncello cases, but all were smiling and laughing. They made the street look\nlively.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They were the members of the Vienna Symphony\nOrchestra.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Most of the orchestra preferred to leave via\nthe back door of the concert hall after their performance. Although this was an\nopen secret in Vienna\u2019s music industry, no one knew the alley well. It was also\na good way for them to escape the media.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Two beautiful blondes walked out the door, and\nafter a moment, a handsome but cold-looking black-haired man stepped out. His\nnose leaned a bit downward, appearing rather aquiline but it also made him look\na bit insidious.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Walking alone at the end of the throng of\npeople, no one paid him any attention. He was like an abandoned animal, walking\nstep-by-step behind these people. He didn\u2019t walk for long before a shiny,\nlight-colored pair of leather loafers appeared before his eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A little stunned, he looked up. Before Luo Yu\nSen could open his mouth, he was stunned to silence. His heart skipped a beat.\nAfter a while, he coughed and said, \u201cThis friend, I don\u2019t know. . . who you\nare?\u201d His tone was deceptively gentle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The elegant youth before him just smiled and\nexcitedly said, \u201cExcuse me. . . are you Mr. Luo Yu Sen from the Vienna Symphony\nOrchestra?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
This kid spoke Chinese!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Luo Yu Sen was stunned, and in turn, also\nspoke in Chinese. \u201cYes, I am Luo Yu Sen. And you are. . . ?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHello, Mr. Luo. When my teacher talked about\nthe Vienna Symphony Orchestra before, he once mentioned that you were the only\nChinese in this orchestra. It\u2019s amazing to be able to work in such a top\nsymphony orchestra. I really admire you a lot!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The words of praise from the youth made Luo Yu\nSen feel warmth in his heart. He couldn\u2019t help but smile and said, “You\nare praising me too much, I don\u2019t know who your mentor is…”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMy teacher is Reed Akkad.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The smile on Luo Yu Sen\u2019s face froze. He\nlooked at the young man in surprise. The kid had an innocent expression as if not\ntainted by the dark side of society.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Luo Yu Sen thought for a while, then he looked\naround and said, \u201cMaster Akkad! You\u2019re awesome!\u201d Although he said this, in his\nmind, he thought, Easily revealing his teacher\u2019s name. I don\u2019t know if this\nfellow is either too stupid or too naive.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n After listening to Luo Yu Sen\u2019s praise, the\nyoung man lowered his head shyly and whispered, \u201cActually. . . Actually, I\u2019m\nnot really that good. Mr. Luo, I think your performance was good. I noticed\nyour violin at the concert just now, and it was very. . . \u201d Here, the young man\npaused, then he went on, \u201cIt was very exquisite and moving. There are few\nChinese musicians in Europe. I\u2019m really honored to meet you. I don\u2019t know. . .\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI\ndon\u2019t know if you would give me your contact information so that I can get in\ntouch with you and ask for your advice in the future?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Luo Yu Sen, who was treated coldly by the\nmembers of the orchestra for half a year, had not been adored like this for a\nlong time. Adoration was one thing; not a single member of the orchestra\nrespected him. And right now. . . the person who praised him so much was the\nstudent of Master Akkad. Not only that, this person was a beautiful and\ndelicate looking young man.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not doubting him in the slightest, Luo Yu Sen\ngave his phone number to the young man. After they walked for a bit and left\nthe dimly-lit street, Luo Yu Sen realized\u2014\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n He didn\u2019t even know the kid\u2019s name!<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThen. . . May I ask, what is your name?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Under the dim moonlight, the youth\u2019s lip\ncurled upwards, making him look even more ethereal. He opened his mouth, and\nwith a mild voice, he said, \u201cMy name is\u2014\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cQi Mu.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n When Luo Yu Sen walked away, he didn\u2019t notice\nthat the young man whom he had just called a fool, smiled and stared him down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n His deep eyes were neither sad nor unhappy. He\nshowed no agitation, either. He was seemingly just watching Luo Yu Sen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n After a long while, Qi Mu smiled, a bit\nhelplessly. He sighed, \u201cYour character is still very arrogant, ah. . . Luo Yu\nSen, you actually gave your contact information to an innocent looking young\nman, and you spoke to him for so long. Should I say that you\u2019re too confident\nin yourself or should I say. . . that you\u2019re a fool?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Watching Luo Yu Sen\u2019s figure fade away from\nthe corner of the street, Qi Mu shook his head gently and turned to the\nopposite direction.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The reason he came to Luo Yu Sen personally\nwas to find out\u2014\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n Just whose road did he block\nin the first place?<\/p>\n\n\n\n When Luo Yu Sen mentioned it in that lounge in\nhis previous life, Qi Mu\u2019s first suspicion was Jacques, the concertmaster of\nthe Vienna Symphony Orchestra.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He was only the deputy concertmaster, but he\nwas invited by the Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra, and Jacques wasn\u2019t. . .<\/p>\n\n\n\n It was a major blow to Jacques.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But, all of this was just his speculation.\nThere was no solid evidence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Therefore, even if Qi Mu doubted Jacques,\nthere is no way to prove it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Letting out a sigh, Qi Mu looked up at the\nnight sky. Just as he did, a cloud blew from the east, blocking the dim\ncrescent moon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Qi Mu looked calmly at the dark and gloomy\nsky. It took him a long while before he finally lifted his feet and walked\ntowards the subway\u2019s entrance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n If he wanted to forget and calm his\nresentment, he must first solve this matter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n This was a stumbling block in his music path\nand the inevitable obstacle in his otherwise future peaceful life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u300eCompared to Beethoven,\nin fact. . . I prefer Mozart.\u300f<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u2014\u2014Qi Mu smiled helplessly and thought this to\nhimself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Huaxia had an old saying: The mantis stalked\nthe cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Qi Mu walked briskly to the subway station and\non the quiet and empty street, his footsteps gentle on the stairs and vanquished\nby the whistling by the train.<\/p>\n\n\n\n In the street that late at night, not even a\nsingle person\u2019s shadow lingered. The only noise in the night was the wind\nslowly blowing the leaves on the ground, making \u201csha sha sha\u201d sounds. There\nwasn\u2019t a trace of anyone on the street, only two or three cars parked on the\nside of the road.<\/p>\n\n\n\n One of the cars was deathly silent as if no\none waited within. <\/p>\n\n\n\n But. . . after ten minutes of pitch-black\nsilence, the black Bentley flicked on its headlights, illuminating the entire\nstreet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n In the car, a handsome man stared ahead, in\nthe direction of the subway.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The previous day, Min Chen learned from Daniel\nthat the Vienna Symphony Orchestra would hold their Spring Tour\u2019s last concert\nin Europe that night. Somehow. . . after his busy rehearsal, he drove there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He had the vague premonition that Qi Mu would\nbe there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Min Chen was disinclined to ask about a lot of\nthings. But regarding this matter, his patience and curiosity were getting the\nbetter of him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He watched the audience leave the front\nentrance in tandem until the streets were empty. He watched the members of the\nVienna Symphony Orchestra leaving, laughing and smiling, and watched the young\nman. . . stop someone he recognized.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Eyebrows furrowed, Min Chen sighed into the boundless darkness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n This time. . . he had a question he might not\nbe able to solve for a lifetime.<\/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 ...<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":16,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[66,35,39,68,64,37],"class_list":["post-7916","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-kocm","tag-betrayal","tag-bl","tag-modern","tag-power-couple","tag-revenge","tag-transmigration"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/betwixtedbutterfly.com\/translations\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7916","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/betwixtedbutterfly.com\/translations\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/betwixtedbutterfly.com\/translations\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/betwixtedbutterfly.com\/translations\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/16"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/betwixtedbutterfly.com\/translations\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=7916"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/betwixtedbutterfly.com\/translations\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7916\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8111,"href":"https:\/\/betwixtedbutterfly.com\/translations\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7916\/revisions\/8111"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/betwixtedbutterfly.com\/translations\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7916"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/betwixtedbutterfly.com\/translations\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7916"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/betwixtedbutterfly.com\/translations\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7916"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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