It was already nine o'clock when the concert ended, and it was almost ten o'clock when Qi Mu accompanied Tan Lao and Du Sheng to send off all the guests. It was still very bleak and cold at ten o'clock in city b in late autumn, so Mr. Tan and the others didn't stay to celebrate any more, so Du Sheng drove a few people home together.
In the car, Du Sheng kept praising Qi Mu's performance tonight, and asked him why he didn't accept Daniel's kindness and strive for the opportunity to study in Europe this time. You must know that the Paris Conservatory of Music and the Royal Conservatory of Music that Daniel mentioned before are world-class top music academies, and people with slightly less talent can't even touch their thresholds.
Qi Mu had to say that he still wanted to hone more in Huaxia, and had no plans to study for the time being.
Although Du Sheng felt a pity, he didn't say anything more. On the other hand, Old Tan looked at Qi Mu for a long time, and suddenly asked, "Xiao Qi, you... Are you familiar with Min Chen?"
Qi Mu was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, then shook his head subconsciously, and said, "Old Tan, before you introduced me to Mr. Min last time, I hadn't met him, how could I know him?"
Tan Lao casually said "um", and didn't say more about this, he added: "You are not too young, since you are not willing to study now, there must be your own reasons, you yourself You know what to do. The tour for the last turn of the year is over. Before the Spring Festival concert, you only need to come to the orchestra to rehearse a few times a week. Xiao Qi, do you have any plans for yourself?"
In fact, before Tan Lao asked, Qi Mu already knew that he would indeed be very leisurely for more than a month in the future. As assistant principal, he only performed a few pieces in place of Du Sheng, so his rehearsal volume was still very small, and besides that, he had nothing else to do.
After thinking for a while, Qi Mu smiled and rolled his eyes, nodded and said, "Thank you Mr. Tan for your concern, I already have a plan."
If this matter was a month ago, I am afraid that Tan Zhenghui would have to say a few words "what are you going to do", "you must hurry up and not relax" at this time, but after these days, Tan always saw Qi Mu's growth truly in his eyes, and his previous considerations and hesitations about Qi Mu had long since disappeared.
So Tan Lao just nodded to indicate that he knew, and didn't ask any more questions.
Qi Mu's house is the closest, Du Sheng first drove to Qi Mu's downstairs, and then sent Tan Lao back.
In the cold and slightly cold night wind, the handsome young man dressed in a bright red long coat carefully watched the black car leave.
When Du Sheng's rear lights completely disappeared at the end of the path, Qi Mu raised his head slightly and turned to go upstairs. A helpless smile flashed in his light amber pupils. Qi Mu took the elevator and pressed the "26" sign, watching the golden numbers on the elevator keep changing.
The developments tonight really exceeded Qi Mu's expectations, but...
Pretty much the same as what he thought.
Before he entered the B City Symphony Orchestra, Mr. Tan had already started to plan this concert. When he deliberately reserved an extra performance space for him later, Mr. Tan was well-intentioned.
Before Zheng Weiqiao left the stage, he pulled Qi Mu and said excitedly that he would start writing the manuscript immediately after he went back, and to publish Qi Mu's performance tonight.
Zheng Weiqiao's reputation is still relatively loud in the Chinese music industry. He is a student of Qi's mother. His own violin level is not low, and he also has some writing skills. Qi Mu understands that as long as his article can be published, it will definitely cause a lot of repercussions.
As a result, the effect Tan wanted to create was truly achieved.
At this time, Qi Mu didn't know that in an apartment half a city away from him, a gentle-looking man was scratching his head and staring at the computer screen. The square computer screen was full of dense grid characters, and Zheng Weiqiao kept typing on the keyboard while struggling.
After about half an hour, he suddenly let out a sigh of relief, and excitedly sent the manuscript to several music newspapers and magazines he was familiar with, waiting for a reply the next day.
But what Zheng Weiqiao didn't expect this time was that he just got up from the computer and didn't take two steps when he suddenly heard a message after another beeping behind him. Zheng Weiqiao quickly turned around and took a look—
[Music Hall-Xiao Wang: Brother Zheng, we don’t need your manuscript anymore. The boss decided to do it himself and write a manuscript with the same theme as yours. ] [The Sound of Music-Sister Li: Xiao Zheng, it's really a coincidence that our boss just finished writing a manuscript on your subject. The boss doesn't write it once a few months, we can't accept it from you. . ] [Classical Music - Ah Chen: Brother Zheng, why are you so unfortunate that Sister Lu said she planned to write about your theme herself! We can't accept your manuscript, alas...]...
There are three or four other news like this, all from the classical music media that Zheng Weiqiao is more familiar with. These are well-known regular magazines and periodicals in City B. Apart from a few weekly magazines, many are semi-monthly and monthly. In the past, Zheng Weiqiao's manuscripts were also popular for them. When the market was relatively poor, they even rushed to publish them. Zheng Weiqiao never expected that this time...
He actually encountered Waterloo? ! ! !
Zheng Weiqiao was stunned for a long time, then hurried back to his seat, carefully read his manuscript three times from beginning to end, and finally found Xiao Wang, the editor of "Hall of Music", typing: "Xiao Wang , did you read it wrong? The topic I wrote was about Qi Mu, the new assistant principal of the B City Symphony Orchestra, not the concert organized by Mr. Tan tonight. The manuscript written by Mr. Zhang can be regarded as the first manuscript, and mine as the subsequent supplementary manuscript. ] Zheng Weiqiao just opened the chat box of "The Sound of Music" editor Li Jie's chat box, before typing, Xiao Wang's reply came over there: [No, Brother Zheng, the editor-in-chief just said that he would write a manuscript about Qi Mu himself. Woolen cloth.] Zheng Weiqiao was stunned when he heard the words. After he asked several other media such as "The Sound of Music" and "Classical Music", he even got a unified reply—
These bosses who didn't write a manuscript by themselves for a few months, actually decided to write a manuscript for Qi Mu by themselves? !
This is no less than a small earthquake!
Zheng Weiqiao's face was full of joy, and the first thing that came to his mind was to call Qi Mu and tell him the shocking good news, but as soon as he picked up the phone, he remembered that it was already one o'clock in the middle of the night, and it was estimated that Qi Mu had already rested. So he could only send a text message angrily.
This feeling of having good news and not being able to share it with others is really bad!
The more I think about Zheng Weiqiao, the more I feel like there is a fire in my heart, and I can't get it out. After a few minutes, he couldn't help but send another message to Qi Mu, informing him that "Friends of Music" also rejected his manuscript; three minutes later, "Tingsheng" also got an accurate rejection reply; Five minutes later, it's...
So, when Qi Mu woke up from his sleep the next day, he just turned on his mobile phone, and what he saw was Zheng Weiqiao's thirteen consecutive text messages. After the first one was sent from 1:00 a.m., it was not sent until 3:00 a.m. Willing to give up.
Qi Mu was drinking the hot milk that had just been heated in the microwave, while watching Zheng Weiqiao's emotional text message, which was so emotional that he didn't even use punctuation marks. His eyes stayed on Zheng Weiqiao's last text message for a long time.
The slender and white fingers tapped casually on the glass table, making a rhythmic rhythm. After a long time, Qi Mu finally called Zheng Weiqiao back, ready to comfort him.
Qingxiu's brows furrowed slightly. As soon as the call was connected, Qi Mu sighed softly and said, "Brother Zheng, you don't need to be too sad, I know..." It's very sad that you were rejected...
"Qi Mu, you're awake?! Hey, I'm so happy today!" Before Qi Mu's last sentence could be said, Zheng Weiqiao's excited voice came through the small phone and heard Kong: "I'm really excited today. I'm so happy, I'll pick you up later, your sister-in-law is also very happy, she cooked a few dishes for you, you can try it."
"… "
Are you still so happy to be rejected? Wouldn't it already be excessive grief and mental disorders
Qi Mu's eyes narrowed, and he quickly said: "Brother Zheng, don't force a smile, it's just that twelve manuscripts have been rejected in a row. I believe there are still magazines that will accept your manuscript. If it doesn't work, I'll go to Tan. Old talk, see if he is familiar with…”
"Huh? Force a smile? What are you talking about, Xiao Qi?"
"Does he have any media he is familiar with..." Qi Mu's voice stopped abruptly, he suddenly thought of what he was hungry for, then frowned slightly, and asked a little puzzled: "Don't... You are not particularly sad because your manuscripts have been rejected, Just sent me thirteen text messages in one night, telling me that you have been rejected?"
"..." After a long silence, a burst of laughter suddenly came from the phone, Zheng Weiqiao said with a rare laugh: "Xiao Qi, did I forget to tell you, the theme of my article is to introduce you to the The performance at last night's concert, and the reason why these magazines rejected my manuscript... is that their editor-in-chief or the main writer has to write for you personally!"
"...?!"
"Xiao Qi, this is really great! Not much more to say, let's talk when we meet, I'll pick you up now! Haha!"
Hearing the beeping sound on the phone, Qi Mu was still a little stunned, but didn't respond for a while. When he walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes, looking at the rising sun on the horizon in the east with some confusion.
The sun was so hot and brilliant that even though there were thick clouds in the sky today, it penetrated without hindrance and sprinkled the light on the land that had been sleeping for a long time. The golden sunlight fell on the young man's hair, as if it had a gold fringe on it.
After a long while, Qi Mu burst out laughing and murmured helplessly: "It turns out to be such a trivial matter. I thought Brother Zheng was worried that he would not have a job in the future."
The field of vision on the 26th floor is extremely wide, and the tall and handsome figure of the young man is reflected on the floor-to-ceiling glass, forming a vague shadow. What Qi Mu didn't know was that the tall and silent back of another man was reflected on the same piece of glass.
There is only one wall separated from Qi Mu's small single apartment, which is a high-end apartment covering an extremely wide area. The lower floor has an area of more than 200 square meters, and the upper floor has an area of nearly 300 square meters. The style of the entire room is a postmodernist style dominated by black and white. Like the owner of the room, he seems to be reticent.
At this moment, Min Chen was standing in front of the window with his back to the glass, lowered his head and took a small sugar cube and gently put it into the coffee. After the white sugar cubes were gradually dyed with light brown coffee, he took a sip from the handle of the cup.
"… "
Two more sugar cubes were put into the coffee cup, and at this moment, the man tasted it with satisfaction.
The sun is shining outside the window, the sky is blue and the sky is white.
What a... good weather.
—The two neighbors separated by a wall sighed together.