Although Qi Mu is only an ordinary member of the first violin group of the German Jiaotong University, for a top-notch concert, any subtle sound is crucial.
Qi Mu was not that familiar with The Magic Flute, so he also made some minor mistakes when he first started rehearsing. Fortunately, his reaction was very quick and his receptive ability was also very high. After hearing the sound of every instrument in the orchestra with that absolute sense of pitch, Qi Mu was basically rehearsing for the third time. Can play harmoniously with the orchestra. Hungry.
Please allow Qi Mu to have a crush on Master Faller during this short day of rehearsal. With such gentleness like a spring breeze, such indiscriminate gentleness, it is no wonder that Master Farrer was elected the third best-tempered conductor in the world.
It's not that Master Farrer is not gentle enough, it's really... Mr. Swell in first place and Mr. Dorenza in second place are too strong, so Master Farrer was forced to rank third.
And the one who feels this most deeply is Qi Mu, who has survived in the dire straits of the Vienna Symphony Orchestra for more than ten years. At the end of the day, he really understood - what is the gap between conductors!
For example, during the afternoon rehearsal, a member of the trumpet group blew a note. If this happened in the Vienna Symphony Orchestra, um... This member should have been scolded bloody by Mr. Evra, and he didn't even dare to lift his head.
And what about the Dresden Symphony Orchestra
Master Farrar waited until the end of this movement, then looked at the member who made a mistake with a smile, and said softly, "Oh Kenny, you're too nervous, you've been playing this part very well, don't be too nervous. , pay attention to the pitch, you will be better."
You see, how can Mr. Evra and Mr. Farrar compare!
Of course, Qi Mu has already cooperated with the top three conductors with the best temperament in the world. If such a result is put on the Danube Forum, it will definitely be an anecdote, and it will definitely be a hot post of the day soon.
But what Qi Mu didn't expect was that when the rehearsal was over, he really heard Mr. Evra's name. At that time, Qi Mu was packing his piano case when he was suddenly attracted by the conversation of the members of the wind instrument group—
"Alas, Kukeye complained to me again today, Mr. Evra is so cruel."
"Cookye has been a little out of shape recently, and it's normal for Master Evra to say a few words. At least Master Evra is straightforward enough. He's scolded, but he will scold you and guide you directly. How can you be like Bert? Mr. Rhyme, even not saying a word can make people tremble..."
"Don't talk about it, Meier also made an anonymous post on the Danube Forum at noon. It seems that Mr. Bertram went on leave today. The rehearsal in the afternoon was directed by Kedori."
"Oh! It's such a blessing, what a good-natured Kodori!"
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When such whispers came into Qi Mu's ears, he frowned in surprise.
Although... Min Chen is awkward, stingy, vengeful, vicious, black-bellied, and a little bit afraid of bugs, but is his temper really that bad? All in all, he is a very kind and kind person.
After all, what Jenny said before, Mr. Auston Bertram...
"Hey! What nonsense are you talking about?! Mr. Bertram is very considerate, gentleman and kind? Don't you talk nonsense here!"
Qi Mu: "..."
Well, before he remembered it, the Lord appeared.
A group of members laughed and apologized to Jenny who was addicted to the "guardian", and a group of big men were forced to flee by this weak woman.
It wasn't until Jenny was sullenly angry for a while that she suddenly remembered why she had come here. I saw this female Yaksha, who had a dark face just now, suddenly laughed. Although Jenny didn't look very good-looking, her smile was still relatively friendly.
However, at this time, Qi Mu... was unable to combine this smiling woman with the female Yaksha just now.
Jenny walked up to Qi Mu and said with a smile, "Angel, in fact, I'm here because Mr. Faller invited you to come over. It seems that there is something I need to tell you now." Seeing Qi Mu, he was about to leave immediately. Looking like this, Jenny smiled again: "Go directly, I'll help you watch things. It seems that Mr. Faller just wants to have a few words with you, and it won't take long."
Hearing this, Qi Mu smiled and nodded: "Okay, then thank you, Jenny."
In the rehearsal hall of the Dresden Symphony Orchestra headquarters, a handsome and beautiful young man was walking through the crowd to the conductor's lounge at the backstage. Behind him, the thin and soft violin principal sat on the stool next to him, looking at the piano case and mobile phone for him.
It took Qi Mu three minutes to walk from the rehearsal hall to the backstage.
After seeing Mr. Faller, the master told Qi Mu with a smile that he and Mrs. Atori were going to have a wonderful candlelight dinner together tonight and spend a romantic and warm world together.
Since it is a two-person world, of course, you can't bring a big light bulb Qi Mu. So, he gave Qi Mu the key first, let him eat something on the way back, and go back alone.
In this regard, Qi Mu naturally accepted it readily. Although he didn't expect that Mr. Faller and Mrs. Atori were both in their sixties, they would spend wonderful time together almost every week, but such a love that lasted for more than forty years made him a little envious.
The colorful sunset sun shines through the stained glass windows of the German Communications Headquarters, making the already colorful glass even more charming and dazzling.
In the long and quiet corridor, only Qi Mu walked quietly. As he was walking, he suddenly stopped for some reason, and looked up at the tall and long Gothic window in confusion.
Forty years of love...
In his two lives combined, it seems that he has not lived so many years.
Why do you suddenly feel a little jealous
Forty years, if he could be with Min...
The light-colored eyes widened suddenly, and Qi Mu was stunned in place, a little unable to believe the name that appeared in his mind just now.
For a long time, there was no movement in the quiet and silent corridor. It wasn't until there were two "bangs" and a small black bird on the branch outside the window flapped its wings and flew up, that Qi Mu suddenly woke up and slowly squeezed his fingers.
After a while, he walked towards the rehearsal hall again, looking shocked and natural, as if nothing had happened just now.
Qi Mu had just walked into the rehearsal hall and hadn't seen Jenny through the crowd when she suddenly heard a familiar ringing of her cell phone.
Qi Mu had been using "Concerto in E Minor" as his ringtone. He just switched to Paganini's "The Bell" a few months ago, and the performer was naturally himself, so when the music rang , Qi Mu naturally knew that this was definitely his own phone ringing.
Qi Mu immediately quickened his pace and walked in that direction, but before he got close, he suddenly heard an exclamation: "Oh my God! Min... Chen?! This is Mr. Bertram's Chinese name!"
Hearing Jenny's voice, a bad premonition suddenly appeared in Qi Mu's heart. He hurriedly walked over, but only ten meters away, he heard Jenny say again: "Ah... Mr. Bertram Well, I'm not Angel, I'm Jenny, Jenny from Dresden... Ah you ask Angel? Angel was just called over by Mr Faller and needs me... Ah! Mr Bertram, Angel is back! Do you want me to hand over the phone to him?"
Qi Mu: "..."
How do you say the old saying in Huaxia? You can escape the first day of the first year, but you can't escape the fifteenth day.
With Jenny's face full of anticipation and excitement, Qi Mu sighed softly, took the phone and handed it over. When he put the phone to his ear, before Qi Mu could speak, he suddenly heard a low-mellow male voice coming from the listening hole—
"Qi Mu."
Time suddenly seemed to return to three days ago, and it was this voice, in this tone, that softly shouted these two words while the record was spinning.
Qi Mu was stunned for a while, and after the other party repeated his name again, he smiled helplessly and replied, "Well... I'm here."
In the past three days, Qi Mu ignored dozens of text messages and hung up dozens of calls, and now the two of them heard each other's voice again, as if a century had passed.
On the other side of the phone, Min Chen was also silent for a while before he whispered, "I'm in Paris."
Qi Mu understood the meaning of the other party in an instant, he was stunned for a while, and subconsciously asked: "I'm in Dresden?"
"Yeah." The man answered in a low voice, the car honked on the other end of the phone, and it seemed that Min Chen was walking, he said, "I've been very busy recently, Dresden is very close to Berlin, but In the last week, I may not have been able to spare any time."
Hearing this, Qi Mu didn't know what to answer, so he could only give a soft "um".
For a while, no one spoke, and Qi Mu could only hear a faint sound of wind coming from the phone's listening hole. Suddenly, he seemed to hear a familiar wind chime, crisp and clear.
Qi Mu's mind flashed and he asked, "Where are you in Paris?"
"I'm downstairs from your house." After a pause, Min Chen's voice contained a hint of a smile: "You're not at home, the window is very dark, I just checked visually, if there are only two floors... I should be able to climb up. "
Hearing this, Qi Mu finally couldn't help but burst into laughter. He could imagine the very good-looking man climbing up the window of his house calmly, and then calmly saying that he just forgot his keys after being caught by the police or neighbors.
Well, no doubt, this man can do such a thing.
"Don't you have a house in Paris? It's getting late today. If you don't go back to Berlin, don't climb on my windows. I locked the doors and windows when I left." Such a joke made Qi Mu nervous. His mood was also much more relaxed. He thought for a while and asked, "If you're hungry, the croissants at the bakery at the street corner are good. The owner is a German, you can chat with him for a while."
Over there, it seemed that Min Chen was walking up again, and Qi Mu heard the whistling wind blowing. After a while, Min Chen's low and magnetic voice sounded: "What's that store called?"
This time, Min Chen no longer speaks Chinese, but fluent German.
Qi Mu replied subconsciously, "liebedich."
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly realized what he had just said, and in an instant, red spread from the young man's fair cheeks.
Qi Mu hurriedly stretched out his hand to cover his face, and said in a low voice embarrassedly, "The boss is a German, and his shop is called... that name. Well, I have something to do here, I won't talk to you for now, see you later."
After speaking, without waiting for the other party to respond, Qi Mu hurriedly hung up the phone. At this moment, he felt that his cheeks were slightly hot, and he still hadn't reacted from the words he just blurted out.
But when Qi Mu raised his head, there was another Jenny with wide-eyed horror waiting for him: "God! Angel, did I hear it wrong?! Did you say 'liebedich' to Mr. Bertram just now? ?! It turns out... It turns out that you have such a relationship!"
When Qi Mu talked with Min Chen before, he basically spoke Chinese, and Jenny naturally couldn't understand it at all. But the phrase "liebedich" was the only one that Jenny understood, and it still shocked her to the point where she couldn't close her mouth.
Qi Mu: "...No! Jenny, listen to my explanation, it's actually a bakery next to my house in Paris with that name. Really!"
Jenny shook her head and said in disbelief: "But Angel, since it's a bakery in Paris, why did he have a German name?" Qi Mu immediately defended again: "Jenny, that is Because the owner is a German, he gave his shop a German name."
Jenny looked at Qi Mu with even more disbelief, but she said, "Okay, Angel, I see. There is a bakery called 'liebedich' near your house, although his owner is a German Man, but went to Paris and opened a bakery called 'liebedich', well, I got it. Don't worry, Angel, I'm not going to tell anyone."
Qi Mu: "..."
You really don't know! ! !
ichliebedich.
I love you in German.
So... liebedich
Yes - love you.