Facing this sudden situation, Zheng Weiqiao was also dumbfounded. He looked at Qi Mu and whispered, "If you get the first place... I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing."
The score of this competition is selected by a number of judges together, and it will not give Professor Carl more benefits just because he is the main judge. And now that Professor Carr said this, he obviously meant that the second place in his score was higher than the first place, but after combining with the scores of other judges, he got the current score that he was not satisfied with. result.
In fact, Qi Mu was also deeply surprised by this scene.
He looked at the bearded professor on the stage with complex eyes. After a long time, he sighed and said, "Professor Carl's temper has always been weird..."
Zheng Weiqiao subconsciously wanted to blurt out the question, "How do you know he has a weird temper?", but seeing Qi Mu's frowning appearance, he was stunned for a moment, and the words he wanted to say were swallowed back in his throat.
On the stage, Professor Carr began to announce the results of the first place: "The first place is a very down-to-earth and profound kid, and the "E Minor" he played really surprised me. He is—"
Zheng Weiqiao held his breath subconsciously.
Qi Mu lowered his eyes slightly, and already understood the ending.
"He is Sheng Yanhui!"
Sheng Yanhui, who was sitting in the seat in front of Qi Mu, still didn't understand what happened, and he didn't understand until the people around him congratulated him. Sheng Yanhui just got up and was about to walk to the stage when he suddenly seemed to realize something, turned his head and looked at Qi Mu with a complicated expression.
Under the dazzling light, half of Qi Mu's cheeks were illuminated. He hooked his lips and smiled: "Congratulations, Sheng Yanhui."
Sheng Yanhui's lips moved, but in the end he came to the stage without saying anything.
After Professor Carr handed the trophy belonging to the first place to Sheng Yanhui, he said into the microphone: "The second place has superb skills and can interpret Paganini's tunes to such an extent. Very rare. He is—"
"Qi Mu."
Amid the cheers and applause of the whole hall, Qi Mu calmly walked to the stage. At this time, Sheng Yanhui and the third-placed Zhao Zhengwen were standing on both sides of Professor Carl, as if they were welcoming him as the second place.
Qi Mu stretched out his hand to take the crystal cup that Professor Carl handed over. Before he could say a word of thanks, he heard the bearded professor suddenly whisper, "Long time no see, Qi Mu. You want to go to Munich with me. study?"
"… "
Qi Mu's movement of receiving the crystal cup stopped for a moment, and then he asked, "Professor, shouldn't you be the first to have this opportunity to study?" When he said this, in order to take care of Professor Carl's poor Chinese Ability, Qi Mu deliberately changed into English: "Look, I'm only the second place." While speaking, Qi Mu also shook the crystal cup in his hand.
Professor Carr frowned and asked, "Who said only one person is allowed?"
"… "
At this time, the leader's speech had already begun. On and off the stage, except for Qi Mu and Professor Beard, who were whispering, everyone else was listening carefully.
Qi Mu glanced casually at Sheng Yanhui from the corner of his eye, and then whispered, "Professor Carl, Sheng Yanhui will be a good student. For his age, his level is very high, even in Europe I think They are already first-class. If you accept him as your apprentice, you will definitely not be wrong."
Unexpectedly, the bearded man seemed to have eaten his weight and refused to let go: "However, your level is higher than his. The performance of your last tune really dropped your level, I know you should It's not just at the current level. The resources of the Munich Conservatory are unbelievable. Children, you can't grow up in Huaxia. The place you should go is the academy."
"Thank you for your kindness, but Professor Carl, I'm not old enough to go to the academy quickly, but Sheng Yanhui... can't wait." Qi Mu raised his eyes to look at the burly and sturdy Professor Carl, with a firm look: "I think Ask you, if I was the first in this game, would you accept the second?"
Professor Carl was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "No."
"Then this is really a joke of God, Professor Carl, I happen to be the second place, why do you need to break the rules?" Qi Mu spread his hands and said with a smile: "Professor, I really want to be your student, but I I don't want you to make an exception in this way. To be honest, your style doesn't suit me, and you know that."
Professor Carr nodded in embarrassment.
"Trust me, if your student is Sheng Yanhui, then you will be like Romeo and Juliet-'love at first sight'."
After a long time, Professor Carr seemed to have finished thinking. A simple and honest smile appeared on his face covered by the thick beard. He nodded in approval and said, "It's a pleasure to chat with you, Qi. It's a pity that you are really not suitable for me. student, your style... is somewhat similar to his."
Qi Mu was suddenly stunned, and asked reflexively, "Who?"
An obscure German word flowed out of Professor Carl's mouth, causing Qi Mu to be stunned.
It wasn't until the game was completely over and Zheng Weiqiao drove him to the B City Symphony Orchestra that Qi Mu slowly recovered. He turned his head to look out the window, and saw that through the clean glass window was the rare blue sky in City B, as if it was as blue and boundless as the rest of the world.
"Auston Bertram..."
"Xiao Qi, what did you just say?" Zheng Weiqiao asked. "Although you are only second, it's already amazing. After all, you haven't touched the violin for so many years, and it's really good to be able to recover to your current level!"
Qi Mu looked away from the window, he nodded with a smile, and said, "Brother Zheng, you don't need to comfort me, I already feel very happy."
Zheng Weiqiao looked at Qi Mu carefully for a long time, and after confirming that he was really not disappointed at all, he turned his head and continued driving. On the side, Qi Mu slowly knitted his delicate eyebrows, and after a long time, he suddenly curled his lips into a smile.
Bertram is a noble surname in Germany and is one of the four dukes. Those who bear this name have countless assets that belong to the Bertram family that have been accumulated for hundreds of years. But it is a pity that after two world wars, this family is no longer as glorious and prominent as it has been in the past few hundred years. It is said that their assets over the centuries have shrunk by more than half.
But even so, it is still a giant of the German upper class.
And when it comes to the Duke of Bertram of this generation, poor he has no next generation to inherit his title. For some special reasons, the new duke no longer has German nationality. In addition to the name "Auston Bertram", he has a more widely known name—
Min Chen.
Thinking of this name, the smile on Qi Mu's lips became more helpless.
This is the first time someone mentioned Min Chen's name in his ear since he was reborn. If he didn't say it, he almost forgot that in the lounge in the Golden Hall, where he closed his eyes for the last time, he once had a relationship with Luo Yusen. What did the scum say? He used the word "Min Chen" to anger him.
"My style... similar to him?" The murmuring to himself was submerged in the softly flowing music in the car, Qi Mu thought for a while, then smiled and shook his head: "Min Chen and I's musical style ... how could it be like?"
At this moment, Berlin is half a world apart.
Being able to enjoy the reputation of "the first orchestra in the world", the Berlin Philharmonic truly lives up to its reputation. From a world-class orchestra member, to a world-renowned principal violin, and even a conductor who is too good to be envied, when it comes to the Berlin Philharmonic, no one in the music world can pick a single fault.
The orchestra inherited the rigorous and solemn character of the Germans, and they performed every piece so perfect that it felt like the work of God. The same orchestra, different conductors, will conduct different styles.
If someone wants to ask what is Min Chen's style
Vienna's hall-level music newspaper "Voice of Vienna" once commented on two words -
Perfect.
It's the perfection of the harsh and meticulous characteristics of the Germans. In the concerts conducted by Min Chen, everyone could only feel that this piece should be played like this, that it should be played with this kind of emotion and this kind of musical instrument matching. , this rhythm control.
And now, the rehearsal hall of the Berlin Philharmonic is resounding like the roar of the soul, and when the song is over, the man standing on the podium shows a slightly satisfied look. He raised his head and looked around the orchestra. After looking at everyone, he opened his lips and said, "Tomorrow is the last rehearsal, you guys... Are you ready?"
The man's deep and magnetic voice spread out from the podium, speaking in obscure German, but it made people feel that it was as mellow as playing a cello.
Everyone in the audience nodded in unison and said, "Ready."
After working together for many years, Min Chen is also very confident in these partners. He nodded in satisfaction and turned to look at the principal violin beside him.
The latter immediately stood up and said: "Then the day after tomorrow we will start our last global tour of the year. In the past two days, everyone has prepared everything that needs to be prepared. Our first stop is London, and we have to go in the middle. Paris, New York, Tokyo, Singapore and Berlin, and finally to B City, the capital of China, everyone knows that, right?"
Everyone gave a "um" in unison.
The chief heard the words, turned his head to look at the man standing on the podium with a smile, and said, "Min, do we still need to continue today?"
The handsome and indifferent man shook his head gently, but after a while, everyone present packed up and left the rehearsal hall in an orderly manner.
At this time, the blond man who had been watching for a long time stepped forward, patted the man on the shoulder with a smile, and said, "Min, the last tour of the year is about to begin, why do you think that City B is this year? your last stop?"
The lights gathered on the stage illuminated from top to bottom, sculpting the man's profound face into a more three-dimensional shape. He glanced at the blond man lightly and asked, "Daniel, how are the preparations for tomorrow's rehearsal?"
"...You want me to do this?!"
"You're not my agent?"
"… Yes."
"Oh, how are you getting ready?"
"… "
Seeing Daniel scratching his hair and walking away, Min Chen's deep and dark eyes slowly lowered.
Why did you end up going to City B...
Actually he didn't know either.
It just felt like it was time to go back.