When Old Wu shouted "Bravo", Qi Mu noticed him.
In addition to some rich people who can sit in the box on the second floor, most of them are professionals in the industry, and Mr. Wu is one of the best. Mr. Wu's name is Wu Shengtao, and he is an honorary professor of the S City Conservatory of Music. The old man has composed many symphonies in his life, and several representative works are well-known overseas.
Such a respected old man suddenly stood in front of him, even Qi Mu was a little surprised. Tan Zhenghui called him over, and after Qi Mu politely greeted the two old men, he stood by and said nothing.
"Old Wu, it seems that we haven't seen each other for a long time." Tan Lao called Qi Mu and seemed to have forgotten him. He never mentioned him again, and now he seems to have just remembered Qi Mu and told Wu. The old man said, "You haven't seen Xiao Qi for a long time, have you?"
Wu Shengtao actually saw Qi Mu when he first entered the backstage, but he just kept looking at him quietly and said nothing. But now he looked at Qi Mu up and down, with no special expression on his face, and said lightly, "Well, it's been a long time."
When Qi Mu saw this, he couldn't help laughing and crying.
He naturally knew why Mr. Wu had such a temper towards him.
Wu Shengtao became famous at a young age. Where have he met a rebellious child like Qi Mu who dared to scold him in public? When the original main business was selling violins, Old Wu was the most courageous among the seniors. During that time, Mr. Wu was secretly scolded by the original owner for a long time, and there was even a lot of sarcasm in person.
If it weren't for the fact that the original owner had offended too many people in City S, he probably wouldn't have left the City S, where Qi's family had a deep network, and moved to City B.
Qi Mu thought for a while, and then said respectfully, "Mr. Wu, it's been a while, how are you?" His tone was neither humble nor arrogant, and his voice was calm and polite.
Wu Shengtao gave a soft "um" and didn't answer much. Seeing this, Qi Mu had to find a few words to talk about, just when he felt that he was going to leave, Wu Lao suddenly snorted lightly, and then said: "I have a few old friends with Lao Tan tonight. We want to get together... Qi Mu will come too."
Qi Mu's just raised steps suddenly stopped, and he looked up at Wu Lao in surprise. I saw that this unsmiling old man still looked so cold, but the snow in his eyes melted a lot, he sighed: "I also saw your performance today, go on at your current pace, 'Edith' ... It will be yours sooner or later. But Qi Mu, if you still want to sell her, I won't let you succeed even with all my old bones."
Qi Mu solemnly agreed.
However, after a long time, with the help of a young man, Wu Lao left the backstage first. Qi Mu watched the old man's staggering back go away, and suddenly heard a sigh in his ear: "I treat your mother as my own daughter, Lao Wu... But I treat your father as my own son. His son died early, and there are no descendants to send him to the end. You really made him sad back then."
Hearing this, Qi Mu immediately turned his head to look at Lao Tan who was beside him. I saw that under the dazzling lights on the stage, there were actually a few white strands in Tan Lao's black-dyed hair, reflecting the scorching silver light, which made his eyes hurt.
"If you still don't grow up like that, Old Wu won't grow up in his life, and I'm afraid you will go into the coffin with remorse."
Hearing such piercing words, Qi Mu's heart suddenly ached. But he understood that in the original owner's memory, he didn't care about these old people at all. The original owner wanted to go back to the top, but he didn't want to be involved with these old seniors.
Qi Mu slowly lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes cast a faint shadow under his eyes. He whispered, "I see, Mr. Tan."
Listening to Qi Mu's words, Tan Zhenghui turned his head to look at him and said, "You performed well today, and if you can get praise from Lao Wu, you can basically be on your own in Huaxia. You didn't want to go to Munich a few days ago. Why? What's the matter?"
Qi Mu didn't expect Mr. Tan to suddenly raise this question at this time, he was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Elder Tan, I'm not that old yet, and... I still have a lot of room to grow in China. "
Tan Lao didn't intend to hear the real answer from Qi Mu's mouth at first, he didn't ask any more about it, just said a few words like "remember to come to dinner at night", then left first and left Qi Mu. Twilight celebrates the success of her first gig with the members of the band.
When he went to the so-called "several old friends gathering" dinner in the evening, Qi Mu looked at the smiling senior, and suddenly understood what was going on with the eyelids that had been twitching since this morning. .
"Xiao Qi, why don't you make a toast? Don't you want me to teach you?" As Qi Mu's orchestra conductor, Tan Zhenghui stood up like an elder and guided Qi Mu to prepare for a toast.
On the other side, a smiling lady covered her lips with a smile and said, "Xiao Qi hasn't seen us for a long time, so she's very happy. I don't need the wine, but tell us about today's Dvorak. A transition in the second movement of the "Sixth", handled well."
Another middle-aged man with a resolute face put down the cup in his hand, looked at the lady and said, "Cheng Tingwen, why do you like Dvorak? Mendelssohn is not what you like. ? Xiao Qi, tell me, what do you think of Du Sheng's "E Minor"?"
As soon as these words landed, the other person in the seat was unhappy: "Hey, Zhu Guang, look at the people before you speak, while I'm still here, will you ask Xiao Qi to evaluate me?" It was the City B Symphony Orchestra who spoke. Du Sheng, the principal violinist, smiled and feigned anger: "It looks like your S City Symphony Orchestra wants to play a game?"
…
As I said before, Qi Mu has experienced all kinds of human feelings since he was a child, and he also knows that he must be smooth and know how to choose and progress if he wants to survive in the European classical music industry with his family background.
But that doesn't mean he can face such a large group of old fritters!
After a night passed, Qi Mu only felt that he had been taken out for half his life, and deeply realized—
What is Huaxia's wine table culture!
When she got on the plane on the third day and was about to rush to H City to perform, Qi Mu hurried to the airport without looking back, for fear of running into those so-called "random" seniors again.
In these short three days, the seniors were simply using their lives to investigate him.
Seniors with better temperament and more euphemistic methods will use the exchange of guidance as an excuse to test his current level to see if he is really "rehabilitated"; while seniors who are almost temperamental and straightforward and rude even bluntly pull him Qi Mu, first, let's see if he has really changed or is pretending, and finally leave him a lofty goal or two, such as...
"Oh Xiaoqi, when will you be on the stage in Vienna, your uncle, I will send you a truckload of flowers to congratulate you." The person who said this was Zhu Guang, the principal violinist of the S City Symphony Orchestra. The ground bared his white teeth, completely unaware that within a year or two, he would be responsible for these words.
After escaping from the wolf's den in S City, Qi Mu finally felt at ease. He got off the plane and stepped on the ground of H City, and suddenly felt the warmth of a family member: there are no terrible seniors, everything is fine! Even the air is so fresh!
but…
Xiao Qi, are things really that simple
The shadows of the predecessors can be spread all over the country, and the great mountains and rivers of the motherland!
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It was a sunny afternoon in Berlin at this time.
The Mediterranean climate makes the air in Europe in late autumn still humid, and the temperature is slightly cooler than that of China. When the members of the Berlin Philharmonic returned to Berlin from Singapore by plane, they were very excited and did not look tired at all. .
Some of them carried the piano case, and some walked empty-handed. From a distance, they looked like a beautiful landscape.
Someone once said that when the Olympic Games and World Championships are held, it is a kind of beauty to watch German athletes. Men are blond and blue-eyed, handsome and handsome, women are beautiful, cold, and outstanding, even if they are old, they have a unique gentleman's demeanor, which makes people feel happy.
So when they walked together at Berlin Airport, many tourists looked at this large group of people with admiration, and some people who recognized their identities also came forward to ask them for autographs with joy.
At the end of everyone, there was a tall and handsome black-haired man walking alone.
He put his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker, and his steps were not very fast. He walked so leisurely in front of the huge French window, his expression was indifferent and calm, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
But a moment later, a blond man with two large suitcases ran over, out of breath, and said out of breath: "Min, where is your assistant? Why is that woman Mary missing again?! Okay. I went to pick up my luggage, I didn't even see her!"
Min Chen looked up at Daniel and said, "You walk too fast, she is chasing after you."
"… "
Daniel was already tired from dragging two suitcases of size 32, and he suddenly let him know that it was because he was walking too fast that his assistant could not catch up with him, and when he dragged the suitcases all the way, it was like I want to go to see God.
After everyone got into their respective cars, the stern-faced man leaned against the soft back of the car's back seat and closed his eyes.
When the car started slowly, Daniel, who was sitting in the co-pilot seat, flipped over his tablet and said, "Min, after the performance tomorrow night, we are going to the city B the afternoon after tomorrow. Will this be possible? Too rushed? Although the members are in good shape, we have only had 6 shows in three weeks.”
Hearing this, Min Chen didn't even bother to raise his eyes, his thin lips parted lightly: "You can ask them, do you want to take a vacation together after the show or do you want to rest now?"
"Let's go on vacation together!" Mary, who was driving in the driver's seat, immediately answered loudly.
Daniel said with a strange expression: "This... It's hard to say, I think vacation is also important, rest is also important, Min."
Hearing Daniel's hesitant and embarrassing words, Min Chen opened his phoenix eyes rarely, looked Daniel up and down with deep eyes, and suddenly asked, "Then you should rest first, and go to work overtime when we are on vacation?"
"I'm going on vacation!!!"
Min Chen undecidedly pursed his thin lips and hid his smile.
In the front seat, the blond-haired manager had already turned around and muttered in a low voice, "Why are you in such a hurry to go to City B... It's not like I haven't been there before, so why do I suddenly want to go back to China."
No matter how small the voice was, it still caused a little echo in the quiet carriage. After listening to Daniel's words, the faint smile on Min Chen's lips slowly disappeared. After a long time, he sighed softly and turned his head to look at the changing scenery outside the window.
When a person is tired, he always wants to go home and find someone to rely on.
Even if it wasn't there to grow up...
Huaxia is his home after all.