Chapter 156
King of Classical Music
At that, Min Chen asked, âWhat did you talk about?â
Min Chen still looked calm. Qi Mu smiled. âAre you really curious?â
The handsome man raised his eyebrows and quietly laughed. âIf you want to say, Iâll listen.â The implication being, if he didnât want to say, he wouldnât force him to, because⦠he trusted Qi Mu.
Qi Muâs face softened a bit, and the two walked into the subway together. He briefly summarized his conversation with Wu Lao as they went.
In fact, the talk had been quite simple. The center of their topic had been that little princessââãEdithã.
The original had wanted to sell the priceless violin a few years ago for money to go drinking and drag racing. But, if he wasnât going to sell his little princess, well, Wu Lao and the others were unlikely to fight against it. The original had sold his parentsâ house in S City before, but ãEdithã had more meaning.
It was a token of love between the originalâs father and mother. In the beginning, it was at a violin exhibition. Qi Muâs mother and father had met while visiting âEdith.â After the two were married, Qi Muâs father spent a lot of money to buy it at an auction. Though it could be said to be shelved, never to play again, it was still a very important violin.
This time, Qi Mu came to Wu Lao to test the elderâs attitude towards âEdith.â He wanted to let the beautiful relic be heard to the world under the identity of âQi Mu.â It wouldnât fade away in the cold safety of a bank, but shine its light unto the world.
And Wu Laoâs attitude was clear. At first, because Qi Mu was too rebellious, they didnât want the unskilled child to sell it for drinking money. But, the Golden Hall was just a symbol, now Qi Mu could go directly to the Swiss bank and take it out.
But, in the face of the answer, Qi Mu refused directly. In Wu Laoâs study, he had smiled at that serious old man and sincerely said, âWu Lao, I will take ãEdithã back with my own strength. I hope she can sing the most beautiful notes under the worldâs eyes. And, the Golden Hall⦠is very suitable.â
Wu Lao was clearly satisfied with Qi Muâs answer. As he left, Wu Lao had especially encouraged him. Min Chen raised his eyebrows, âA violin called ãEdithã?â
Qi Mu nodded. âEn, yes, itâs called ãEdithã. Wu Lao showed me her picture, and she is an exquisite violin. Her lines are slender and elegant; she should be from a famous brand.â
After a moment, Min Chen sighed. âIf I remember correctly⦠Christole also has a violin given to him by a friend, itâs called ãBurnellã. I think it was produced in the same year as your ãEdithã.â
Qi Mu halted. Looking at Min Chen in surprise, he said, âYou meanâ¦â
The man nodded, his tone helpless, âItâs very likely⦠theyâre a pair of violins.â
Every time a violin maker made a violin, it consumed a lot of time and effort. In such a situation, it was challenging to make two violins at the same time, but these two, ãEdithã and ãBurnellã were exceptions.
His accomplishments on string instruments werenât on par with Qi Mu and Christole, but that didnât mean Min Chen hadnât studied the violin.
Christole owned ãBurnellã, but he seldom played it. He took it out and played it at a New Yearâs concert, but Min Chen hadnât seen it since.
Afterward, Min Chen hadnât cared much about the matter. Instead, Daniel was the one to check into the violin. Heâd whispered in his ear all day for a month afterward in horror, âOh my god, Min! Can you believe it! That ãBurnellã was auctioned at the sky-high price of 1.15 million euros. Oh God, why didnât I touch it when Christole took it outâ¦â
Daniel was too annoying to listen to, so Min Chen had also looked into ãBurnellã and discovered it was created at the same time as ãEdithã.
Qi Mu was caught between hysterics and tears. The world was really too small. He didnât expect Christole to own the violin counterpart to ãEdithã.
After thinking for a while, Qi Mu laughed. âThatâs fine. Later, when I take ãEdithã, Christole and I can have a two-person ensemble and use the two violins.â
Qi Mu pulled out the key to open the hotel door. He pushed it open, but he hadnât even turned on the light when something touched his waist. In the next second, his back was pressed against the door. Qi Mu raised his blank eyes, but it took a moment for him to recover.
In the darkness, Min Chenâs voice seemed to come straight from the depths of hell, alluringly seductive, âIf you and Christole have a double ensemble, then I also wantâ¦â
His warm breath brushed Qi Muâs ear as Qi Muâs eyes adjusted to the darkness. He rejoiced at not having managed to turn on the lightââ at least his red ears wouldnât be seen.
The environment was perhaps too quiet, and the distance too close, and his voice was a bit hoarse. âMin Chen, do you want to have a double ensemble with me? But your violin is reallyâ¦â
Qi Mu didnât have the heart to continue.
Min Chenâs violin wasnât all that bad. He at least could be regarded as an ordinary member of Bai Ai. During his interview with Bai Ai, the examiner could have pulled him in without a thought.
But comparing Christoleâs violin to Min Chenâsâ¦
If the former was a natural sound, the latter was barely passable.
Qi Mu coughed lightly and concealed his smile. But Min Chen had sharp ears. He pursed his lips, and his dark eyes steeped in the darkness. He lowered his voice, âI want to ensemble with you.â
Qi Mu replied quietly, âI remember weâve played one before, like⦠Paganiniâs ãEtude No. 24ã?â
Min Chenâs tone was decisive: âDoesnât count, no one heard.â
Qi Mu: ââ¦â¦â After a while, he said, âProfessor Akkad and Dylan would cry.â
Min Chen pursed his lips, âToo few people.â
Qi Mu thought about it. âOh, thatâs right, that other time, the college evaluated our ensemble of Beethovenâs ãSpring Sonataã in front of many people. You really scared me that time. Ensembling without rehearsing⦠thatâs the first time Iâd done something like that.â
âBut, you played well.â
That sentence, Min Chen didnât say it. He looked down at the young man in front of him, peering into his clear eyes, and whispered, âI want to open with a⦠piano and violin ensemble.â
Qi Muâs eyes blew wide open, his surprise unconcealed.
To open a concert with Min Chen, what a privilege it was! This man, who was too lazy to even open his own show with his piano, wanted to ensemble with others? It was simply impossible to pass up!
After thinking, Qi Mu smiled. âOkay, letâs have a concert. Once I get ãEdithã, then weâll open. By then⦠youâll have finished writing ãTwilight Under the Moonã, weâll play that one together.â
The pleasant voice filled the quiet room with this answer that was just too gentle, and Min Chenâs chilled eyes softened.
Moonlight shone in from behind him, coloring the youthâs eyes as bright as amber.
Min Chen bowed his head and pressed his lips to Qi Muâs. At the familiar softness, he didnât want to let go. This kiss was so affectionate that though he clearly remembered he had to catch a plane the next day, Qi Mu gradually sank into the other manâs rich warmth, shyly responding.
Their heated breath filled the empty hotel room, and when Qi Mu woke the next day, he grabbed the closest thing at handââ a pillow and threw it at the abominable man.
âDidnât I say I had to return to Vienna and needed to go to bed early!!!â
Min Chen dodged the âdeath pillowâ and innocently pouted, âIâm packing.â
He raised the clothes in his hands, crumpled rather than folded, and stuffed them into the suitcase.
Qi Mu: â⦠Stand still, I really wonât kill you.â
Min Chen: â⦠You couldnât bear it.â
Qi Mu: âYouâll see if Iâm reluctant!!!ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Min Chen: ââ¦â¦â