Huaxia City B, early morning.
"Ding-dong-ding-dong-ding-dong-"
The uninterrupted doorbell has been ringing for a full 3 minutes, which is very abrupt in the quiet corridor. The person who knocked on the door was obviously very patient, and even if there was no response from the house, he still pressed tirelessly.
After the young man in the room struggled to hold the wall and stumbled to the door and opened the door, the handsome and gentle man outside the door was surprised for a moment, then raised his hand to support the silver wire glasses on the bridge of his nose, looking at him in surprise. youth.
"Qi Mu... How did you make yourself look like this?!!!"
As he spoke, the man entered the room, while Qi Mu slowly walked to the sofa and sat down, sinking into it with no strength.
"How many days have you not slept? Why are you so haggard?" The man frowned and said, "Let the teacher know that you are like this, she will be very sad. You are her only son, I hope You can have a good time."
Qi Mu raised his head to look at the man, his tired eyes scrutinized the other person's body for a while, then shook his head gently, and said, "I'm quitting drugs." After a while, he added: "Well... it's quitting marijuana. You Why are you here, Zheng Weiqiao?"
Qi Mu quickly searched out the man's name from his memory—
Zheng Weiqiao.
Zheng Weiqiao is an apprentice of Qi Mu's mother, and has been learning the violin for more than ten years with her. A few years ago, he could no longer pick up the violin because of an accidental fracture of his hand. Since then, he has switched careers as a music critic and is well-known in the industry.
Over the years, many old friends of Qi's parents and Qi's mother have extended a helping hand to Qi Mu, but under the performance of Qi Mu's ineffectiveness, they have been chilled and never asked again, and this Zheng Weiqiao is an exception. His family was poor, and it was because of Qi's mother that he had the opportunity to learn the violin, probably out of gratitude. No matter how decadent and dissolute Qi Mu was, he would tolerate it.
Hearing Qi Mu's words, Zheng Weiqiao frowned in disgust: "Cannabis?! When did you touch that thing? Didn't I tell you not to hang out with those fox friends before? Why don't you listen to the persuasion? They just I want you to spend money on treats, but I don't treat you as a friend at all."
Qi Mu reached out and rubbed his temples, but didn't answer.
Seeing this, Zheng Weiqiao sighed: "You are still young, and the teacher and the others left early. It is normal for you to not understand this. But Qi Mu, I don't want you to continue like this. You are wasting your talent like this. Teacher It used to be said that you could achieve what she did at forty at twenty, but what about you now?"
Among the marijuana withdrawal reactions, the most obvious thing Qi Mu felt was insomnia.
In the past three days, he hardly slept. I was in a very bad mood. I felt that something was stuck in my heart but I couldn't say it. Once it was night, I couldn't sleep at all. I often felt hungry and vomited out at the end of my meal.
It really cost him half his life.
Fortunately, the original owner's marijuana didn't seem to be smoking for a long time, so on the third day, Qi Mu felt a lot more comfortable and a little sleepy. And just as he was about to fall asleep, he heard the loud doorbell. He got up with his weak body, saw Zheng Weiqiao, and listened to this long-winded reprimand.
"Qi Mu, if you really don't like the violin that much, then I won't force you. I recently found you a good job, which is to be an assistant in "The Sound of Music". There is a chance to climb up again.”
Hearing this, Qi Mu raised an eyebrow in surprise and asked, "Didn't you arrange for me to be a music teacher before?"
In the memory of the original owner, Zheng Weiqiao has been constantly discussing matters for Qi Mu in recent years. He has found dozens of jobs just by introducing them. In the end, he was rejected by the original owner because he was too tired, or he hated going to work. Just last month, Zheng Weiqiao also introduced a good job - violin tutoring for students in a university, but he didn't expect to get another job after half a month.
Hearing Qi Mu's words, Zheng Weiqiao was surprised: "Don't you want to touch the violin? Although this job is just an assistant, if you don't want to touch the violin, it's totally fine."
When he said this, Zheng Weiqiao shook his head helplessly.
He believed his teacher's words and understood what kind of talent the young man in front of him had. But it was probably because the teacher pushed Qi Mu a little too hard when he was a child, and no one thought that Qi Mu would have such a serious rebellious mentality, and now he refuses to touch the violin again.
In fact, Zheng Weiqiao also guessed wrong.
Qi Mu knew that the original owner didn't really hate the violin that much, but was more worried.
Worrying that no matter how hard I try, I won't be able to achieve my previous glory, worrying that even if I pick up the violin, I can only be an ordinary violinist and be ridiculed for being a former musical prodigy. This is what the original owner feared the most.
Therefore, it is better to stop picking it up and keep the glory of the past.
"Qi Mu, it's time for you to do something different. Although you are only an assistant now, you can still become an editor or even editor-in-chief in the future. If you are willing to work hard, I believe you can… "
"Anything going on recently?"
"You can definitely become the "Sound of Music"... Well, what did you just say?" Zheng Weiqiao asked in surprise.
The handsome young man raised his head slightly and looked at him with a smile. Although his delicate face was haggard and tired, it couldn't hide his brilliance. Qi Mu smiled and said, "Do you know... what activities are there recently? Small concerts, Family concerts are all right. Well...if there's a big band that's hiring, that's even better."
Zheng Weiqiao didn't react for a while, he asked blankly, "Do you want to go to the concert?"
Qi Mu chuckled and shook his head, "I want to apply for a job."
"If you want to go to a concert, recently City B Film Orchestra... You said you want to apply for a job?!!!" Zheng Weiqiao widened his eyes in disbelief and asked in horror, "You actually want to apply? What are you applying for?"
Qi Mu frowned slightly, and asked back, "Could it be... shouldn't he be a violinist?"
Zheng Weiqiao was stunned for a long time before he nodded and said, "Should..." The next second, he immediately reacted: "Qi Mu, why do you suddenly want to apply for a job? Have you had any financial difficulties recently, and you actually want to take it again? Play the violin? If you have anything to tell me directly, I will try to solve it for you."
In the memory of the original owner, Zheng Weiqiao has always been a calm and composed person. Therefore, seeing the other party's unbelievable appearance, Qi Mu felt amused and helpless, he said: "I really want to go back, Brother Zheng, you don't have to worry. If you know that something is going on recently. I'm missing someone, can you help me get in touch?"
"If you have anything to tell me directly, I can..."
"I'm really really not in financial difficulty!" Qi Mu immediately interrupted Zheng Weiqiao's words, and then he stretched out his hand to hold Zheng Weiqiao's hand that was taking out his wallet, with a face full of tears and laughter: "You just believe me. Just once, Brother Zheng. I really want to go back."
Hearing this, Zheng Weiqiao's action of taking out the money suddenly stagnated. He looked up and down the young man in front of him with suspicious eyes for a long time, and after confirming that the other party was really not deceiving him, he said, "I will pay more attention to this when I go back. You... It's really not because you think the position of assistant is far from your imagination It's too low, so you decided to go back to the circle?"
Qi Mu, who has been suspected since the other party first entered the door, shook his head solemnly, earnestly, solemnly, and solemnly again, and said decisively: "Even if you want me to be the editor-in-chief of "The Sound of Music" today, Brother Zheng, I will tell you what I said just now. If you know of any recruiting places recently, please be sure to contact me. "
Zheng Weiqiao looked at Qi Mu with a complicated expression for a long time. Although he agreed, he still did not fully believe that Qi Mu really wanted to go back until he left.
Before leaving, he hesitated again and again, but still left a sentence: "If you are really short of money... just call me, Qi Mu... "
These words made the handsome and beautiful young man want to cry without tears, and said repeatedly: "Yes, yes, if I am really short of money, I will definitely contact you."
This year, it was the first time I saw someone begging others to borrow money, and Qi Mu had gained a lot of knowledge.
After Zheng Weiqiao left, Qi Mu remembered that he didn't seem to have eaten for a day. After he simply filled his stomach, he received a call from Zheng Weiqiao before he left the dining table.
Zheng Weiqiao's work efficiency is really unexpectedly high. He is also somewhat famous in the classical music circle in City B, so he quickly found some inside information.
"Recently, the Symphony Orchestra of City B is recruiting people. In two months, they will perform a New Year's concert in the City Hall of City B. There are only two months left... Qi Mu, you haven't played the violin for several years. Right?" Zheng Weiqiao's worries could be conveyed over the phone, he sighed and said, "Would you like to wait for me to look for it?"
"Two months?"
On the other end of the phone, Qi Mu's low and pleasant voice came, Zheng Weiqiao was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Well, it's only two months. Because the deputy principal of the second violin department of the B City Symphony Orchestra was sick a few days ago. Recuperation, and it is said that the candidate violinists in the orchestra are not always in line with the conductor's wishes, so they will start recruiting people." After a pause, Zheng Weiqiao added: "You can only participate in the election if you are recommended, although I just got a recommendation from a friend, but Qi Mu, I think you'd better practice for a few months before coming back... that's better."
Under the bright and warm sunshine, Qi Mu looked up at the boundless sky.
I saw the sky was blue and the clouds were rolling. The rare good weather in City B seemed to herald a bright future. He smiled slightly and said to the phone, "Brother Zheng, I remember three years ago... I seem to have left the violin at your house, right?"
Hearing this, Zheng Weiqiao was stunned: "Luo...is in my house?!"
How could he remember that three years ago, it was Qi Mu who refused to see his own violin again, so he gave him that precious violin, how could it suddenly become...
"Well, I accidentally landed at your house." Qi Mu's tone was firm.
"… "
"Brother Zheng?"
On the other end of the phone, Zheng Weiqiao was in a good mood.
Although it was an expensive and good violin, and Qi Mu was now asking him for it back, Zheng Weiqiao didn't feel reluctant at all, but felt relieved, and even the stagnation in his heart over the past few years was cleared up a lot.
"I'll deliver it to you tomorrow, Qi Mu. Hey no... I'll deliver it to you tonight! Forget it, I'll go back and get it now!!!"
Qi Mu: "..."
What is Zheng Weiqiao thinking about
He was thinking: This matter can't be delayed at all, what if Qi Mu's brain becomes hot and he doesn't want it anymore
Zheng Weiqiao can remember that last year, Qi Mu went bankrupt and finally bought a high-horsepower Ferrari that he had been fancying for a long time.
What did he say in the first place
- "Well, I only have three minutes of heat, this thing will get tired of it after opening it."
Zheng Weiqiao didn't dare to take this risk. If Qi Mu told him the next day, "Well, I'm just three minutes of enthusiasm, I'll give you this violin again." Zheng Weiqiao would really cry like a dog.
Before hanging up, Zheng Weiqiao asked curiously, "Qi Mu... Why do you want to go back to the circle all of a sudden?"
On the other side of the phone, the young man starved to death by the toss of marijuana expressionlessly picked up today's 20th piece of toast and shoved it straight into his mouth. After taking a sip of water and swallowing the bread, Qi Mu raised his eyes and thought about it, "Why do you want to go back? Hmm... Probably the rebellious period is over, and it's time to return to normal."
After hearing this, Zheng Weiqiao took a step: "What have you eaten recently?"
Qi Mu stuffed another piece of toast into his stomach, thought for a while, and asked, "Marijuana?"
"… "
Well, sure enough, I ate the wrong thing.
But this thing...
It's so good to eat wrong!
Zheng Weiqiao sighed in his heart with no expression on his face.
Today's city B is really clear and blue, with a blue sky.
Zheng Weiqiao, who has always been calm, was running back and forth today, sweating all over his clothes, and finally delivered the precious violin to Qi Mu, who happened to soak a bucket of instant noodles and invited Zheng Weiqiao to have dinner with him with a smile.
Well, for Qi Mu, it was his second bucket of instant noodles tonight, and he changed his taste in a good mood—
Swap from braised beef to shiitake mushroom stew.
The two enjoyed the steaming hot... After the instant noodles, it was already dark, Zheng Weiqiao hesitated outside the door for a long time, and finally couldn't help saying: "Qi Mu, I'm glad you can say such a thing today, more than half a month. No, you've really changed a bit. But I want you to know that once you're in the band, there's a lot of things that you can't change at will. Have you really... made up your mind?"
Under the bright light, the young man slowly faded the smile between his eyebrows and said solemnly: "Brother Zheng, do you think... The changes I have given you today are too great, you are worried... I am just playing on a whim. Play?"
In fact, Zheng Weiqiao and Qi Mu don't have much contact, and they have only become more frequent in recent years. In the past few years, Qi Mu has been tortured by life so much that he is no longer as high-minded as before, and he is not as naive as before, but even if Qi Mu's temper is restrained, Zheng Weiqiao will never be surprised like today.
Zheng Weiqiao calmly glanced at the hand that was leaning lightly on the door rail.
If it wasn't for the certainty that no one in the world would have such beautiful hands again, Zheng Weiqiao even wondered if someone had plastic surgery to become Qi Mu, and he was going to implement a big conspiracy.
He sighed in his heart, but Zheng Weiqiao shook his head: "Perhaps something happened to you in the past two weeks, and it completely changed you. Qi Mu, you still have a lot of plasticity, you can become the me I am today. I'm very happy. I'm not worried that you're just on a whim, these are your own choices, I just hope... you're serious."
Qi Mu was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, and it was the first time he looked at Zheng Weiqiao so seriously.
Zheng Weiqiao finally showed his first smile today. He raised his hand to hold the silver wire glasses and said, "This is not the same as in the past. Your parents have been dead for many years, and there is no way to bring you more help. I will I will try my best to help you, but Qi Mu, everything still depends on you. Your future, only you can make a choice. You have to choose every step of your future and take it seriously. I will try my best to accompany you, But... it's really all up to you."
It wasn't until Zheng Weiqiao's figure disappeared at the corner of the corridor that Qi Mu closed the door in a daze. He leaned against the cold metal anti-theft door panel for a long time before he suddenly laughed: "Why are you all human? The difference between you and others... is that big?"
"God is so blind, how can you make your body feel good? Well, Zheng Weiqiao was in a car accident and hurt his finger?"
"Luo Yusen... You have to protect your fingers."
As if suddenly thinking of something funny, Qi Mu smiled lowly: "Well, remember to protect your fingers, Luo Yusen..."