Entering Vienna in November, the autumn wind is bleak, and the air is full of coldness. Perhaps it is because it is located in the interior of the mainland, unlike London and Paris, which has a warm and humid sea breeze. In such dry and cold weather, once it is night, the temperature in Vienna plummets.
Qi Mu carried his piano case with his right hand, and pulled down the sleeve of his coat to block his fingers, barely covering the cold wind blowing in front of him.
Blown by the whistling cold wind, when Qi Mu answered the call from the other party, there was already a hoarseness in Low Yue's pleasant voice: "Min Chen?"
As soon as he heard the hoarseness in the young man's voice, Min Chen frowned and asked directly, "Have you caught a cold?"
Probably because he also felt a little uncomfortable in his throat, Qi Mu didn't take the subway back to the apartment tonight, but planned to take a taxi. But I don't know what happened today. He stood on the side of the street for a long time, but no empty car stopped, so he stood in the cold wind for a long time.
Qi Mu coughed lightly, moistening his throat as much as possible, and his voice became a little normal: "Well, it seems that I have caught a cold. Everyone in the band is celebrating tonight, so it's a bit late, maybe a little bit. It's a little cold."
The man's low voice was mixed with some worries: "Go back early and keep warm, I remember... There is a convenience store across the street from the apartment, you can buy some ginger to boil and drink."
At this time, Qi Mu just managed to stop a taxi, he quickly got in, and said with a smile: "Well, it's not a big deal, it's just a cold at most. Now it happens to be a change of season, and colds are still very common. , there are a few people in the band who have a cold, so don't worry too much."
"...But, I will feel distressed."
The voice was low and moving, just a few simple words, but it seemed to sound in Qi Mu's heart, making him completely stunned.
After a long time, he gave the driver an address, and when he spoke again, his voice involuntarily softened a bit: "Well... I know, I will take good care of myself."
Even so, the man over the phone was still very dissatisfied: "I'm in Japan now preparing to board a plane to S City, and I will perform at the S City Symphony Orchestra Concert Hall tomorrow. Do you have anything to bring in Huaxia? I I will stay in Huaxia for three days, and I can bring you here."
Qi Mu thought for a while: "I don't seem to need anything. You can help me ask Uncle Zhu and Aunt Cheng of the S City Symphony Orchestra."
"okay."
For the next twenty minutes or so, Qi Mu hardly spoke again. The domineering and wayward man restricted his right to speak on the grounds of "speaking less when his throat is uncomfortable". So along the way, in the quiet and narrow taxi, only a few low voices of "um" and "okay" can be heard from the youth, and at most, it can be changed to two words at most—
"not good."
After Qi Mu paid the fare and got out of the car, the other party seemed to suddenly realize: "I remember... There is a car parked in the garage downstairs. You can drive it. The key should be in the second drawer of the entrance."
After entering the apartment, the warm air in the room made Qi Mu slowly feel more comfortable. He pressed the elevator button on the top floor and smiled helplessly: "But have you forgotten... I haven't taken my driver's license yet. Since I came to Europe, I have been very busy, and it seems that I can't get out of it."
Min Chen was silent for a while, but when he spoke again, he said surprisingly: "I asked Daniel to find you a driver."
Qi Mu: "..."
For a long time, he said with tears in his eyes, "How can it be so exaggerated, Vienna is so big, I don't need a driver." In order to avoid the other person saying anything shocking, Qi Mu hurriedly shook the key in his hand and said: " I'm about to open the door, so I have to hang up."
Hearing such "chasing" words, the man's voice became a little more disappointed: "I'm going to get on the plane too." The tone was low and disappointed, and it seemed that he was very dissatisfied with the result.
Qi Mu raised his eyes and thought for a while, then said with a smile, "I remember... S City is already the third last stop of this year's Bai Ai's global tour, right? The second last stop... is Vienna?"
"Um."
The man's mellow voice like a cello sounded in the quiet entrance, and Qi Mu closed the door. In the thick darkness, he didn't act in a hurry, he just said with a low smile, "Long time no see... Min Chen, I miss you very much."
After a long time, the other side of the phone also replied: "I miss you too."
Even though the background was mixed with the noisy sound of the airport, the sentence "I miss you too" made Qi Mu feel a little joyful, thinking it was the best sound he had ever heard in his life. .
He didn't turn on the light either, just stood in the dark, leaning against the cold mahogany door, and said with a smile, "I've been practicing in your piano room by myself these days... I always thought that the piano room was too big. , only one person is really lonely."
"Four more days."
Qi Mu smiled and nodded: "Well, there are still four days... Are you coming back?"
"I owe you a concert."
"Well... you owe me a concert."
Then, neither of them spoke again. When Qi Mu heard Daniel's call from the phone, he suddenly realized that the other party was really going to board the plane.
An urge surged in his heart for some reason, and Qi Mu said subconsciously, "... Come back early."
The other party was obviously stunned, and then replied in a low voice, "Okay, I'll be back soon."
After hanging up the phone, Qi Muhou leaned back against the door and looked up at the ceiling, wondering what he was thinking. This ceiling is just like the consistent Bauhaus style in the room, only simple black and white, with smooth lines to outline a modern pattern.
This style is just like that man, always so simple and elegant, with no extra words, just a sentence "I miss you very much", can make Qi Mu's heart beat faster.
He just looked at it like this, and after a long time, he turned on the light and started to wash up.
This apartment is… really big, but maybe just one more person and it will be small.
When he pressed the light on the bedside and was about to fall asleep, Qi Mu suddenly realized, "It's been... I haven't seen you for almost two months?"
The young man's sighing voice echoed in the quiet and quiet room for a long time, with a longing that was so strong that it was about to ferment.
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Here, Qi Mu has fallen asleep peacefully, and the members of Bai Ai have also set foot on the land of Huaxia, preparing to start the penultimate performance of this year.
On the other side of the city of Vienna, sitting in his quiet study, Mr. Evra fell into deep thought while watching the gossip news in the newspaper that was only a thousand words long.
"...Luo Yusen and...Zayev?!"
The elderly Mr. Evra, although he is very busy with the current affairs, still likes to read some newspapers in his leisure time at night - especially about music.
Vienna is so musical that you might be hard-pressed to find an entertainment news paper in a newsstand, but if you're looking for a classical music paper... there's just too many.
Mr. Evra reads seven or eight newspapers every day, from the most widely circulated "Vienna Musikverein" to this humble "Music Land". If he hadn't read it carefully enough, I'm afraid he would have ignored this one. Small report.
Before seeing this report, Evra really didn't connect Luo Yusen and Zayev, never.
One is Wei Ai's violin chief and the other is Wei Jiao's second deputy chief. No matter how they look, there should be no connection between the two, let alone... According to Evra's understanding of Zaev, he is not. A guy who likes to be close to young people.
In the quiet and spacious study, a dim yellow lamp was shining alone. The gray-haired old man had already taken off his conductor's suit, and Master Evra, who was only wearing pajamas, looked like an old grandpa next door.
His fingers squeezed the newspaper tightly, and countless creases spread around the place where his fingers pressed. After thinking for a long time, Evra took off the reading glasses on the bridge of her nose, raised her hand and rubbed her aching temple.
Although others are old, it does not mean that his thinking is also rusted.
After a brief hesitation, Mr. Evra made a decisive call.
When he heard the strange voice over the phone, he let out a long sigh and said, "Dorenza, um, it's me, Evra... There's something I want to tell you in person... um, this It's hard to talk on the phone. I want to meet and talk to you in person... Do you have time tomorrow afternoon? Well, I'll go to Wei'ai to find you... What's the matter? Actually, it's related to a letter I received before... "
In the study room with only one person, Mr. Evra made an appointment with Dorensa in a calm tone.
He seems to have realized some complicated and confusing things hidden behind things, but the truth...
He really couldn't believe it.
"Maybe... just ask Dorenza. Well..."
The long sigh was hidden in the study. When Evra got up and left the study, as the light was suddenly pressed down, the room suddenly became silent, allowing the darkness to slowly cover the secrets that were once hidden here. live.
But... Mr. Evra really didn't want to keep this secret forever.
When it comes to a fresh and young life, no matter who it is, it is impossible to turn a blind eye.