The clear blue sky was divided into two parts due to the gradually falling sun. One is still blue and clear, as if it is full of vitality, but the other is already old, and it is rendered into a dim yellow and brilliant clouds. The top of the Eiffel Tower stands right in between this divide, symbolizing the two ends of the choice.
The pigeons on the Champ de Mars were still flapping their wings tirelessly, flying up and down one by one. Behind the flock of pigeons, the gray-haired Professor Akkad shook the pigeon food in his hand and looked down at the sight of these pigeons rushing towards him.
A question was not answered for a long time, and Qi Mu said reluctantly: "Teacher, Paris is a good place, but... you are too lonely here. You still have ten, twenty or even more years in your life. I can accompany you. Together, we will retire for you."
Professor Akkad's wife died early, leaving him no children and half a daughter. When Qi Mu was at the academy, Professor Akkad returned to Turin just to take care of the funeral of his distant nephew—the old man's last relative also passed away.
In Qi Mu's heart, since the teacher didn't want to accept any more students, he would treat the teacher like a father, accompany him well, spend the last time of the old man, and let him enjoy his life.
But Professor Akkad clearly didn't think so. I saw him shaking all the pigeon food in his hand, and said calmly: "Paris... It's really a good place. It's very romantic and beautiful. I'm afraid it's a paradise in every girl's heart."
Qi Mu didn't come back to his senses for a while: "Teacher, what did you say?"
"Xiao Qi, do you know where my favorite place in my life is?"
Thinking of what Professor Akkad said just now, Qi Mu tentatively replied, "...Is it Paris?"
However, Professor Akkad shook his head gently and said, "No, not Paris, nor Turin, nor New York where I have lived for more than 20 years, or Vienna." After a pause, Professor Akkad whispered softly. Said, "My favorite place is where Sarina is."
Qi Mu fell silent, not knowing how to speak for a while.
Sarina Akkad, was his wife's name. Qi Mu has never seen this woman, because as early as when Professor Akkad was young, his wife died early due to illness. Since then... Professor Akkad has never married any woman again.
"Forty-seven years ago, when we were married and on our honeymoon, we came to Paris. Sarina said she liked this place, it's beautiful, it's quiet, and it has her favorite Fontainebleau." Professor Akade's voice was very calm, "Every girl has a princess dream, and Sarina said that when she first saw the Palace of Fontainebleau, she felt..."
"This is the castle that belongs to her."
"I grew up with Sarina, and when I was very young in the ghetto, we built a palace with her in the sand. Sarina said it was not her castle, she wanted Fontainebleau, but ... where can I pile up a Fontainebleau Palace."
The old man's hoarse voice sounded in the empty square, Qi Mu's fingers tightened slightly and whispered: "Teacher..."
"Forty years ago, when she died, I was performing at the Boston Music Hall with New Love. It seemed like such a cold winter back then? She told me in a telegram a month ago that she gave birth to a small child. A cold, it's not a… serious illness."
Professor Akkad's voice was a little choked up, Qi Mu lowered his eyes and couldn't bear to look at the other party's expression.
"Actually, it's not really a serious illness. Tuberculosis can already be treated at that time, but Sarina just doesn't want to disturb me and wants me to finish my first global tour in peace..."
Professor Akkad's voice stopped abruptly, and Qi Mu reached out and hugged the old man.
Unlike his great musical achievements, Master Akkad was a small, thin old man. At this moment, he patted his student on the shoulder, but his body was straight, and said: "Xiao Qi, the teacher likes Paris very much, here I can walk quietly on the street alone, and see those young people hugging and kissing, I just It seems that I saw myself and Sarina back then."
Qi Mu still didn't want to give up: "Teacher, but you are alone..."
"Xiao Qi." Professor Akkad's eyes were slightly red, but the tears did not fall. He looked at his students earnestly and attentively, and said word by word: "There are many pursuits in one's life, you think the teacher is very lonely , In fact, the teacher does not think so. Here, I seem to feel that Sarina is by my side, she is a beautiful princess, waiting for me in the Palace of Fontainebleau."
"Xiao Qi, no one in the world will wait for you forever. The teacher asked you to cherish your Auston relationship because... You have this opportunity to be together and be happy."
"If someone asks me now if I regret not going back to Turin to see Sarina because of the tour. Then I will say that I have never regretted it. This is the choice Sarina made for me. Never question her."
"But Xiao Qi, if someone asks me...I would like to be a world violin master Reed Akkad, or a Reed belonging to Sarina, then, I just want to be a Reed of Sarina."
"Everyone's choice is different. Forty years ago, Sarina made a choice for me, so now... let me make a choice for her. You still have a long way to go, you still have a lot of time, When you are on the stage of the Golden Hall, remember to send an invitation letter to the teacher, and the teacher will be satisfied."
…
After returning from the Champ de Mars that night, Professor Akkad personally cooked a sumptuous dinner for Qi Mu, with a chocolate flavor that only belonged to Turin, Italy.
Qi Mu smiled and played a few tunes to his teacher, and the latter praised him repeatedly: "Not bad, I didn't give up my homework when I went to Vienna, I have to keep working hard, you know!"
The time to get together is always short. Qi Mu spent a whole day helping his lazy and awkward tutor to clean the house. On the fifth morning after arriving in Paris, he was in the reluctance of Professor Akkad. , set foot on the plane to Huaxia, and officially left this beautiful and romantic city.
The plane rose into the air, and whether it was the Eiffel Tower or the Palace of Fontainebleau, it became an insignificant point. When Qi Mu closed the window, he looked at the long jade belt - the Seine River, and couldn't help but bend his eyes.
He clearly said that he is not alone, and finally at the airport, didn't he drag him and talk for a long time
The teacher is so awkward!
Along the way, Qi Mu spent a long journey in the richness of dark chocolate and the blue sky and white clouds outside the window.
When he got off the plane and arrived at Huaxia Capital Airport, it was early morning in City B. In such a quiet and unoccupied night, the traffic on the street was sparse, Qi Mu took a taxi to the downstairs of the apartment and opened the door.
This time, he didn't walk into his original apartment, because he had already retired the house in City B, so he had no choice but to walk into the next door neighbor's house to live there. As for the rent... Help Min Chen clean the house
Because of the jet lag, Zheng Weiqiao didn't knock on the door until Qi Mu returned to City B in the early morning of the second day with a bun with soy milk.
As soon as he entered the door, Zheng Weiqiao stayed in the spacious porch. He did not expect that there was no other hole in the place just separated by a wall!
Qi Mu took the breakfast from Zheng Weiqiao's hand, and seeing the latter's look of "Did I go to the wrong room", he smiled and shook his hand in front of Zheng Weiqiao, and then said, "Brother Zheng, Min Chen It seems that I bought the other two single apartments on the upper floor and this floor, and then asked the designer to design it. So this house is a little bigger than the one I originally rented."
Zheng Weiqiao: "... ah, ah oh, is that right... "
Where is this bigger!
If he had a see-through eye, the layout of the two apartments would be like "Min Chen squeezed his little seven to live in the corner", okay!
Qi Mu didn't understand Zheng Weiqiao's emotional expression. While drinking soy milk, he asked with a smile, "By the way, Brother Zheng, why didn't you see my sister-in-law?"
Zheng Weiqiao pulled up the stool, sat beside Qi Mu, and said, "Your sister-in-law is having a miscarriage recently, so I didn't let her go out. But Xiao Qi, although you just returned to China, I may not be able to accompany you more recently. , you also know that your sister-in-law is about to give birth, and I want to accompany her all the time."
Qi Mu nodded understandingly: "Okay, Brother Zheng, you can spend more time with your sister-in-law. I brought you special products from Vienna, Berlin, and Paris. There should be nothing that pregnant women should not use. You can bring it back to your sister-in-law to taste. ."
Zheng Weiqiao took a gift bag that Qi Mu had placed on the coffee table. He looked at the other neatly placed bags and asked, "Xiao Qi, do you still want to give gifts to Mr. Tan and the others?"
"Well, yes, I'm going to the B City Symphony Orchestra in the afternoon. I haven't seen you for a long time, so I brought them some specialties."
"oh, I see… "
Zheng Weiqiao said a few more words, and then went back before lunch. According to his words, "I have to cook for my daughter-in-law." Although Qi Mu didn't think that Zheng Weiqiao could cook a "meal", he still had no choice but to let Zheng Weiqiao bring back some millet porridge he cooked last night. Porridge isn't it
It was only 3:00 pm when Qi Mu officially packed his luggage. He went to the B City Symphony Orchestra carrying the large and small bags of special gifts. Just as he walked to the door, he saw several young and beautiful girls around the door in the distance, chattering about what they were talking about.
Qi Mu's footsteps paused, and after hesitating for a while, he continued to move forward.
Under the cold and cold north wind in City B, only one or two leaves of the plane tree were left hanging on the dry branches. A handsome young man stepped up the steps and was about to enter the gate of the B City Symphony Orchestra.
At that moment, he raised his head slightly and glanced at a young girl beside him, and the next second, an exclamation sounded—
"Eh?!! Little Seven?!!!"