After a passionate encore "Carmen Fantasia" ended, with thunderous applause from the audience, Wei Ai's last tour of the year finally came to an end.
The concert was over, and the audience off the stage left the stage in an orderly manner, while reminiscing about the majestic and enthusiastic performance just now, while the media reporters standing on the second floor surged and began to go to Wei Ai's. Running to the lecture hall.
Generally speaking, for these world-leading large orchestras, an interview session is held every time their concerts are over. Usually, the conductor, chief, music director of the orchestra, plus a few more important musicians at most, answer the reporters' questions together.
In such interviews, journalists usually ask questions about the arrangement of music and the selection of personnel in order to write the manuscript. But today, just watching these reporters run faster than each other, I want to know... Today is absolutely impossible to be a moderate and ordinary interview.
All of them have only one goal - the chief of Wei Ai, Qi Mu!
But to the disappointment of these reporters, when they ran to the lecture hall sweating and panting, and finally managed to grab the best shooting location, everyone waited for half an hour, but Qi Mu did not wait at all. what!
what the hell! What about the good chief who came out behind the commander? ! How did he become Wei Ai's agent, Tuckerman!
Sitting on the high chair, the brown-haired band manager Mr. Tuckerman smiled and removed the sign with the name "Qi Mu" in front of him, and said, "Today, Qi Mu is feeling a little unwell. , so I will answer the questions instead of him. If you have anything to ask, you can raise your hand, and I will ask questions by name."
Reporters: "… "
Who are you lying to! ! ! ! Just now, Xiao Qi was still performing so energetically, but now he is suddenly in bad health? ! ! !
Seemingly aware of the murderous gazes of the reporters like laser rays, Mr. Tuckerman easily resisted it with his thick skin as a city wall, and then explained frankly and sincerely: "Alas, the weather in December is so strange. Why did Xiao Qi catch a cold after a gust of wind. He sneezed several times in a row just now!"
Reporters: "… "
Your excuse is so good, you can trust it! It's even more convincing to say that you accidentally twisted your foot when you stepped down from the stage, isn't it? ! !
All in all, no matter what, the reporters present thought about "Qi Mu avoids and doesn't answer his own question", and also thought "Qi Mu perfunctory on this issue with extremely high means", but they never thought that, This party simply doesn't show up!
Still thinking of interviews? Can't take a single photo! As for the year-end bonus? Going back and not being scolded to death by the editor-in-chief is good enough!
In the lecture hall on the second floor of the Friends of Music Association building, dozens of reporters were crying and grief-stricken. They almost wrote "Xiao Qi, we want to see Xiao Qi" on their faces. So... where is the party Xiaoqi
In the backstage of the spacious and bright golden hall, a dark red and hard solid wood door was gently pushed open, making a crisp sound of "squeak". At this time, the people of Wei Ai, who were laughing and joking in the backstage, looked at them, and saw a slender and thin hand sticking out of the door.
Wei Ai everyone: "!!!"
The shiny and smooth leather shoes were wiped spotlessly clean by its owner, and he was wearing a long black trench coat. Min Chen had already removed all the camouflage just now, revealing a stern and elegant face.
Min Chen and Master Dorenza have been friends for many years, and the two often go to each other's orchestras to communicate and learn from each other. Therefore, the members of Wei AI are also very familiar with Min Chen. But familiarity... It doesn't mean that the members of Wei Ai at this moment can watch a certain Big Bad Wolf Hall and Emperor Land snatch away their rabbit, Xiao Qi!
Bo Ai has also come to the Golden Hall to perform several times, so Min Chen is still very clear about the architectural structure here. He opened the door and saw a few familiar members of Wei Ai at a glance. Then, without thinking much, Min Chen nodded lightly and greeted them, then walked to a room on the left, ready to go. Find your own youth.
But what surprised Min Chen was that just as he took a step, a young and handsome male musician stood in front of him.
A trace of daze flashed in his deep and dark eyes, Min Chen's handsome eyebrows narrowed slightly, and he asked in a low voice, "Is something wrong?"
Richard of Wei Ai No. 1 violin group stood tremblingly in front of Min Chen, and finally got the courage to scold him for "why he appeared here suddenly and what are his intentions", but the moment he raised his head , When Li Zhi saw the man's indifferent gaze, he shivered and took a half step back subconsciously.
Richard: "qaq"
Min Chen: "?"
Wei Ai everyone: "!!!"
Come on, Richard! What about the captain of the "Guardian Seventh Squad"
After swallowing hard and calming down, the brown-haired Irish violinist said with a trembling voice, "B... Mr. Bertram, who are you looking for? Here... here is this... Wei Ai's backstage... backstage, ordinary people... people can't come in casually."
The voice was too small, as if it was stuck in his throat, so Min Chen couldn't hear it clearly for a while. Jun Ting's long and narrow eyebrows frowned, Min Chen leaned over slightly, and asked calmly, "May I ask what you said just now?"
The sound was like the coldest ice and snow in winter. There was no undulation, but it made (Richard) feel a cold wind blowing across his face, scraping his cheek like a small knife.
Richard was so frightened that he almost sat down. He shook his head sharply, and immediately pointed to the door of a room on the side: "No... nothing! I mean, Xiao Qi is in the chief lounge... Yes! He is inside. If you're looking for him, you can go now!"
Wei Ai, who hates that iron cannot become steel: "Alas!!!!"
Min Chen glanced meaningfully at Richard and the members of Wei Ai behind him, his fluttering glance made his face just now "Richard, I really misread you", "I promised to protect Xiaoqi" , "Richard, your captain, hurry up and dismiss him." Everyone in Wei Ai stood up straight, and invariably stretched out their fingers in the direction of the gate.
"Xiao Qi is inside!!!!"
Min Chen: "..."
In the bright and tidy backstage of the concert hall, when Min Chen walked towards the chief lounge, behind him, the members of Wei Ai all looked disappointed, grief-stricken and angry, and lamented how they had run into each other. The enemy was suddenly discouraged.
The tall and handsome man walked to the main door of the chief lounge with a calm gait, but just as he was about to knock on the door, Min Chen suddenly turned around and looked at the group of Wei Wei with different expressions. Love members.
Wei Ai everyone trembled: "Ah! It's inside, Xiao Qi is inside!"
Shaking his head gently, Min Chen's thin lips were slightly hooked, and the cold and indifferent expression disappeared. He looked at the members of Wei Ai seriously and solemnly, then bowed slightly, and said in a sincere tone: "Thank you for taking care of him."
The voice fell, and everyone looked at the man in front of them in horror. When Min Chen pushed the door in and completely disappeared from their field of vision, a member finally exclaimed, "Just now... was Mr. Bertram thanking us?!"
"Really! Just now Mr. Bertram thanked us for taking care of Xiaoqi!!!"
"Hey, did we really take care of Xiao Qi? Why do I feel like Xiao Qi has been taking care of us..."
"Hey, it's not important! But Mr. Bertram was thanking us just now!"
"In fact, Mr. Bertram is also a very good person. Why do I suddenly feel that Xiao Qi and Mr. Bertram are very happy together? Mr. Bertram has taken care of us like this, so he is very happy. Xiao Qi must be very good too!"
"That's right, I also think that Mr. Bertram is actually quite a good person. He and Xiao Qi are also very good together..."
"Hey! Friends, what about 'Guarding the Seventh Squad'?"
"Richard, shut up, you timid fellow!"
Richard's cow is full of face: "qaq"
It's not that he is timid, okay? Let you go, you dare to speak to that demon command! ! ! !
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The warm dim light illuminated the spacious chief lounge. Qi Mu had just put "Edith" into the crimson piano case when suddenly he heard a soft knock on the door behind him. After he said "please come in", as soon as he turned around, he saw the man he hadn't seen for months.
In an instant, Qi Mu's heart moved, and then he smiled: "So you sneaked into the backstage, Min Chen? I said why are you not in your seat today, so you didn't make it to the concert hall at all."
The man stepped into the house and closed the door. The lounge wasn't big, but it was well-equipped, with a thin woolen carpet on the floor, making his footsteps barely audible.
Min Chen shook his head and said, "I didn't hide in the background."
Hearing this, Qi Mu was taken aback: "Then why didn't I see you in the concert hall?"
A trace of joking quickly flashed in his eyes, Min Chen raised his eyebrows: "Guess what?"
Qi Mu let out a light hum from his nose, he said with a low smile: "What is there to guess, I don't guess."
At this time, Min Chen had already walked to Qi Mu's side. The young man was leaning on the table casually, looking up at him. Those fair and beautiful hands were touching the dark red piano case. The bright red and dazzling white seemed to burn Min Chen's eyes, causing his eyes to look pale. A dark.
Min Chen couldn't help pulling up the young man's thin hand, and under Qi Mu's surprised eyes, he whispered, "When you were playing "Carmen" just now, you plucked the strings a little too hard." Gently rubbing the calluses on the young man's fingertips, Min Chen sighed softly: "This is your personal habit, I can't change it, but I don't like it. If I come across a piece that requires a lot of plucking, after the performance is over, I don't like it. Your fingers will hurt."
Hearing this, Qi Mu finally believed that this man was really in the concert hall and had heard his performance just now.
Feeling the faint warmth from his fingertips, Qi Mu chuckled and nodded, promising, "Okay, I'll be a little lighter in the future."
Outside the window is the howling winter wind, but inside the window is a warm dim yellow. When Qi Mu walked out of the lounge with Min Chen carrying his violin case, they just opened the door and saw that the members of Wei Ai were all surrounding the door, blocking the door with water. ·Pass!
Seeing Qi Mu and the two come out, poor Richard was pushed out by the members again, looking like he wanted to cry without tears: "I... We really didn't eavesdrop... "
Qi Mu: "..."
Min Chen: "..."
Wei Ai everyone: "… "
When Qi Mu and Min Chen left the backstage together, they had just left, and everyone in Wei Ai excitedly started to discuss what they had just said in the room, and they talked for ten minutes!
One member said with emotion: "Hey, why is the sound insulation of our concert hall so good?!"
But what the members of Wei Ai didn't know was that they were so guilty just now that no one noticed the plump, round, fresh, red, and shiny lips of the young man. Even though he had already covered up the pink on his cheeks, his water-colored lips could not be concealed at all.
While leaving the backstage, Qi Mu stomped a certain man's foot and scolded him for being a hooligan so much.
Min Chen accepted the kick with peace of mind, and estimated how many kicks he would have to take tonight to calm his shy and reserved youth.
When they were about to walk out of the backstage area of the concert hall, Min Chen first went to the front to observe if there were any reporters ambushing around, while Qi Mu put on a hat and mask and planned to sneak in there.
After all, all the reporters now gather in the lecture hall to conduct interviews, so in the lobby on the first floor of the Friends of Music Association building, except for a very few audience members who have not left, there are almost only the shadows of the staff.
Min Chen, who had never done this kind of sneaky behavior, looked around at random, then turned around and prepared to tell his youth that it was safe to leave at this time. At this time, Qi Mu had just put on his hat and was about to step up and follow.
Min Chen raised his hand and made a gesture: "There is no one left, you can rest assured..."
"Excuse me, are you Qi Mu?"