Sitting on the plane to Vienna, Qi Mu didn't even bother to cast a single glance to the man beside him. There was still a faint soreness in his waist. It was kind enough not to give the other party an elbow. Do you still want to pay attention to the other party
So under the sunny blue sky and white clouds outside the window, I saw a handsome and elegant man very considerately serving hot coffee to the young man beside him, in exchange for a snort from the other side; he then neatly took care of the airline meal Well, put it on the other side's small table, who would have expected the young man to still not look at him.
Min Chen: "..."
After a while, he quietly leaned over: "You're not angry, you're not angry, you're not angry."
Qi Mu: "..."
The next second, Min Chen repeated: "You're not angry, you're not angry, you're not angry."
Qi Mu was completely amused: "I'm angry!"
A smile flashed in Min Chen's deep eyes: "You're not angry anymore."
No matter how firm his thoughts were, when Qi Mu saw the expression on the man's face, "You can't bear to be angry with me", it completely vanished. He chuckled helplessly, and then said, "If your fans see you like this... what would you say?"
Hearing this, Min Chen raised his eyes calmly and asked, "Don't you appreciate me more?"
Qi Mu: "..."
After a few seconds, Qi Mu said expressionlessly, "There's a bug on your shoulder."
As soon as he finished speaking, the man suddenly straightened his back, looked solemn, his eyes widened, and he didn't even dare to breathe a little louder. Min Chen reluctantly kept his calm and calm expression on his face, and said word by word: "Where..."
Seeing this, Qi Mu burst out laughing: "Where are there so many bugs on the plane, you think too much... er..."
But for a moment, Qi Mu leaned over and said, "Are you angry?"
Min Chen was expressionless: "No."
"... Really angry?"
"… No."
The corners of Qi Mu's mouth twitched slightly, and he sighed helplessly, "I'm actually really angry."
Min Chen: "..."
So a long voyage was spent in the words "you are angry" and "no".
When Qi Mu arrived in Vienna, it happened to be in the evening. The splendid rays of the sun dyed the sky a magnificent purple, and the slightly damp floral fragrance in the air made the city seem lively and lively as if it had not entered the cold winter.
Min Chen said he was angry, but in fact, when the young man sneaked his hand under the plane seat, he leaned over again, like a large dog, just to be arrogant with you , give some smooth hair, and he rubs again.
The two took their luggage and took the airport bus to the apartment together. As they walked, Qi Mu remembered: "Is it really okay if you don't go back and deal with Bai Ai's matter? It's a holiday, but you, Daniel, and Kodori don't seem to have a holiday."
Min Chen shook his head: "It's almost done. Daniel will send me an email if there is something important."
After hearing this, Qi Mu didn't ask any more questions. After the two got off the bus, they were still about three blocks away from Min Chen's apartment, and they needed to walk a little further.
In such a city filled with a strong atmosphere of classical music, Min Chen had already pulled up the collar of his coat and put on sunglasses to cover his face.
But even so, they just took two steps and didn't go far when they heard a surprised shout from behind: "God...God! It's you!!!"
Qi Mu turned his head and looked back in surprise, only to see a middle-aged woman with a vegetable basket looking at them in surprise, and rushed over in the next second.
Qi Mu reluctantly took two steps aside, intending to let the music fan get closer to his idol, but who knew that just as he took a step to the side, the woman took a step to the side.
Qi Mu: "...?"
"Are you seven?! I heard your "The Marriage of Figaro" at the Parison before, it was amazing! It was the best "Fei" I've ever heard "Garo"! Oh my God, I didn't expect to meet you on the street! What should I do... I didn't bring a pen and paper..."
Qi Mu was surprised and took the pen that Min Chen silently handed over. After he wrote his name on a piece of paper, he smiled and thanked: "Thank you for your liking, I am very honored to bring it to you. Your wonderful music, thank you for your support."
The woman was even more excited: "I didn't expect that a close-up look would be cuter than a far-sighted look! Child, come on! I'm optimistic about you, and I will always support you!"
After Qi Mu said a few more words of thanks, when he was about to say goodbye, he finally couldn't help but ask: "That... You really came to me, not him?" He looked at the man beside him.
I saw the middle-aged woman glanced at Min Chen and asked subconsciously, "Who is this person?"
Qi Mu: "..."
When the two of them pulled up their suitcases and set foot on their way home again, Qi Mu Junxiu's face was full of helplessness, he shook his head lightly, and said, "I didn't expect my performance at the Parison Theater to be able to work. Attract music fans…”
When the theater orchestra performs an opera, they all sit in the shadow of the stage and play, which can be said to be the real behind-the-scenes hero.
"Your performance is excellent." The man's magnetic low-pitched voice sounded aside, "She really likes your music."
Hearing this, Qi Mu was slightly startled, then smiled and said, "You think too much. If that person recognized who you were just now, I'm afraid they wouldn't have come to me to sign an autograph."
On the long, narrow and empty street, the man's steps stopped abruptly. After realizing that the other party didn't seem to be following, Qi Mu turned his head to look in surprise.
I saw that in the brilliance of the setting sun, Min Chen's deep and handsome face seemed to be a little more three-dimensional. He shook his head lightly and said, "No, your music is not inferior to mine."
The young man's light-colored eyes widened slightly, and after a long time, he said with a low smile: "Yes, yes, not inferior to you." After a pause, Qi Mu changed the subject: "By the way, what are you going to eat tonight? I just came back. There's nothing to prepare, or just eat hot pot? Well, let's eat hot pot..."
The dim sunlight elongated the shadows of the two of them, and the two shadows intersected on the flat street, as if they were lingering ambiguous. Min Chen looked at the young man beside him, his thin lips slightly hooked, and his smile quickly disappeared.
He just… really didn't lie.
This young man's violin has come to his domain unknowingly, and will never be inferior to him again. In the near future, it will be so outstanding that it will shine with thousands of rays of light, making the world look up.
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After a month-long early Christmas break, the Parison Theatre has finally ushered in another wave of training.
At this time, Qi Mu had been in this theater for almost four months. After four months of getting along, he has already become a group with these lovely members, and he is also very popular in the band.
Even conductor Mr. Walls once joked: "Xiao Qi, you are the youngest in the orchestra, why don't you... just be the mascot of our orchestra?"
On that day, Xiao Qi finally recalled the "shame" that was once called "facade manager & mascot & little angel", so he shook his head righteously and said in a serious tone: "Mr. Walls, I think this The name is actually very inappropriate for me, I'm 22 years old this year."
Mr. Walls regretted that he did not call this name again, but a few band members who overheard began to shout in private. When Qi Mu wanted to stop it, he had already received such a reply—
"Xiao Qi, don't be humble!"
"That's right, Xiao Qi, what a cute mascot, you are as cute as my little baby!"
"Hey John, your son is only 3 years old this year, okay?"
…
So in such a lively atmosphere, the laziness that the members of the orchestra had just finished their holiday gradually dissipated, but after more than an hour, they officially threw themselves into regular daily rehearsal.
The reason for the early Christmas holiday is that the Parison Theatre sends invitations to the old audience on Christmas Eve every year, inviting them to listen to a grand symphony concert as a care of the past year. Give back.
Ordinary theatre orchestras usually serve for opera soundtracks, but this does not mean that theatre orchestras cannot hold symphony concerts. Although it cannot be compared with the world's top symphony orchestras such as Wei Ai and Wei Jiao, in Vienna, the Palaisen Theater Orchestra is also a first-class orchestra and has a good reputation.
Every year, the Parisian Christmas Eve concert attracts a large number of audiences. This is the most grand performance of the entire orchestra except the anniversary opera performance, and the repertoire to be performed this year is roughly the same as in previous years. Ode", "Emperor's Waltz" and "Blue Danube".
Although the repertoire of the performance is the same as in previous years, the performers have undergone tremendous changes!
Many old audiences who received the invitation were surprised to find that this year's symphony concert still used the new violin principal, not the old one who had just retired!
A chief's influence on a concert is second only to that of a conductor. He led an entire first violin group, led an entire stringed instrument, and even influenced the instrumental performance of an entire orchestra.
Therefore, many old audiences are looking forward to this performance. But what they don't know is that at this time the Parison Theater...
But they are arguing, arguing, and not resting.