Chapter 46
The Centennial Celebration was an important event for Huaxia's classical music industry. In fact, as early as a year ago, there was already media coverage on the anniversary. Now, in the tense month of preparation leading up to it, there were several national-level media outlets specially reporting on it, causing tremendous exposure.
The first day he came to S City, Qi Mu assured Zhu Wen Jun that three days of practice was all he needed. Since he dared to promise that, naturally he would not let Zhu Wen Jun down.
At noon on the third day, Qi Mu knocked on the conductor's door and carried in his violin case with a smile. Then, before Zhu Wen Jun's astonished eyes, he played a magnificent 《D Major》to the man's thorough approval.
Now that he had mastered both songs, the next step was to cooperate with the orchestra.
As the top orchestra in Huaxia, S City Symphony had an indisputable first-class standard, even on the world stage where the strong were like trees in a forest. The orchestra was disciplined, and each of their members were highly skilled, and their teamwork was bound together with years of experience.
Since Zhu Wen Jun became their permanent conductor eight years ago, the orchestra had undergone training and done several performances. Even when such an excellent orchestra worked with someone for the first time, they could make anyone feel that level of first-class music.
Perhaps because they so rarely practiced Min Chen's 《Violin Sonata in D major》, Zhu Wen Jun stopped at almost every movement during their first rehearsal and pointed out corrections in detail. By the end of the day, once the song was about to end, he set down his baton, and the orchestra began coordinating.
It had to be acknowledged that Min Chen's D minor was indeed tricky. When Qi Mu rehearsed the next day for 《Liang Zhu》, he had a much clearer image of things. The beautiful melody echoed in the S City Symphony Orchestra's hall and the media outlets set to work on their reports.
Within a month, media even not in the music circle made reports on it, and the Huaxia National Radio decided to broadcast the concert live that evening. So everyone could enjoy the musical feast in the comfort of their own home.
Qi Mu's rehearsal began the first few days, and Zhu Wen Jun told him he only had to take part once every two days in the afternoon. However, while things Qi Mu felt awkward with the arrangement, the orchestra was busy.
Qi Mu was only performing the last two songs, but what about Zhu Wen Jun? The S City Symphony Orchestra?
They needed to rehearse with all the musicians they invited!
Take the opening erhu musician for example. She was young, under 25, and she took first prize in the Golden Bell Award last year. She had never cooperated with such a formal orchestra before. The song she was going to play was "Er Quan Ying Yue," the most popular erhu song in Huaxia. The difficulty wasn't high, but the girl had terrible stage fright.
After all, the musicians invited to this celebration were all under the age of thirty. Most of them had yet to leave their mark on the world of classical music, so they did not have the confidence or maturity to perform so suddenly. It was understandable that they were a bit timid.
"Say, Xiao Qi, ah. . . the other day, Cheng-jie told me that you didn't have any stage fright at all. I thought it was a bit weird." Zheng Wei Qiao came to S City a week before the event. He was a freelance writer so he would never miss such an occasion. "You've performed on larger stages before, but it was in your childhood. . . this time, even the conductor's praised your fortitude."
While they talked, Qi Mu and Zheng Wei Qiao were listening to Zhu Wen Jun conduct Prokofiev's 《Piano Concerto No. 2 in E minor》 in the rehearsal hall.
The piano's smooth melody echoed across the hall, and Qi Mu lowered his voice to laugh, "Zheng-ge, isn't it good that I'm not nervous? Why are you worried?"
Zheng Wei Qiao shook his head. He spoke while typing on the tablet he brought with him, "It's a good thing that you aren't nervous, but it's a bit unexpected. . . This Wang Zheng also won second in Xiao Sai last year, but he still makes mistakes while working with the orchestra."
Among pianists under 30, Wang Zheng was one of the best. If one did not count Min Chen, who was unable to participate. By eighteen, he won second in the Tchaikovsky International Piano Competition, and last year, he won second place in Chopin International.
Xiao Sai was one of the heavyweight competitions in the piano industry, globally. There were six places and one special place awarded each year. It also had a special feature. If the judges thought no one was worth the first place, they would rather leave it empty than give it to someone undeserving.
When Wang Zheng won second last year, the first place was empty. So in essence, Wang Zheng's skill was best among the young pianists in Huaxia-so long as Min Chen was not counted.
Whenever he performed 《G minor》 solo, Wang Zheng did excellently, but when placed with the orchestra, he encountered problems. Seeing Zhu Wen Jun lay down his baton again and correct Wang Zheng's mistakes, Qi Mu couldn't help but frown.
"I hope. . . the situation improves later."
There was a saying: even when there was good, one could only see the bad. In the rehearsal the day before, Wang Zheng had gotten better at performing with the orchestra. Yet, in the final run through, he played a beat fast, and Zhu Wen Jun was troubled.
For operas, there was a special day of rehearsal the day before the official event. This "preview" was a serious matter as the organizer would sometimes sell tickets for fans to enjoy the rehearsal. The fee was generally a share of the formal performance.
Fortunately, the S City Symphony Orchestra took the celebration very seriously, and only relevant personnel could enter the hall. Therefore, even if there were some mistakes, it wouldn't have a large impact.
Qi Mu, who stood behind the red curtain in the background holding his violin, had his delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly. He watched the orchestra and the figure hunched over the piano. . . the young man's forehead was already dripping in sweat.
Wang Zheng was born into a good family, and he was spoiled by his parents. Though he had participated in several competitions, he had never interacted with an orchestra. Therefore, he was unable to make the transition smoothly, and he was anxious. Tomorrow was the event, and it was impossible to find a replacement. They could only hope he could play normally, maybe even exceptionally well, and would not be hasty.
Once 《G minor》 had ended, Qi Mu saw Wang Zheng's taut figure relax, and he looked lighter.
But this was a much more formal form of rehearsal, so Zhu Wen Jun didn't say anything. Wang Zheng stepped down, and Qi Mu stepped onto the stage to perform. The staff pushed the heavy nine-foot Steinway off the stage, and Qi Mu went to his position at the left of the conductor. He raised his head, looked up at Zhu Wen Jun, and they both nodded. A cheerful, intense allegro rang out in an instant.
The first movement of 《D major》 was fast and the title 《Constance March》 was famous. It was difficult and had a colorful tone. The orchestra listened respectfully to the sole violin.
Under the dazzling light, Qi Mu's fingers danced across the strings. His speed was such that they left an afterimage. His left hand carried the bow in fast jumps, keeping pace with his other hand.
The piece had a colorful range of sound, from the G string to the E, and there several jumps that were challenging.
But this was not difficult for Qi Mu, and he played the piece with ease. Instead, Zheng Wei Qiao, backstage, wore a pinched expression and was in a cold sweat.
Everyone knew that the most difficult part of 《Constance March》 was at the end of the cadenza--the moment when the bassoon and the violin fused under the chief of the bassoon section!
The bassoon was a large tubular instrument, also known as the big pipe. It was heavy and deep. When played, it had a solemn atmosphere, and they were ideal for serious, formal pieces.
Yet, Min Chen did just the opposite!
《Constance March》 was a happy, lively springtime when everything was full of vitality and renewed. The start also depicted a beautiful image to the audience, and the sudden insertion of the bassoon was always stunning.
The reason 《D major》 did not stand out the most of Min Chen's works was due to its high demands on the concertmaster and the chief of the bassoons. Throughout the first movement, the main section was the violin and the only thing that accompanied it was the melancholy sound of a bassoon.
But in a happy piece?
Well, the violinist had to make the bassoon witty and humorous despite its seriousness that offset the song's liveliness.
While maintaining the difficult, complex movement, Qi Mu had to also lead the bassoon.
This was a problem for many violinists, but this time. . . when the most difficult duet came to an end, Zheng Wei Qiao who sat as the audience clenched his fists and whispered, "Good!"
He was so excited that his face was flushed red and his ears recorded every note that poured into them. Many other musicians were playing on the stage, but Zheng Wei Qiao's gaze was fixed on the one standing just left of the conductor!
The youth's skillful maneuvering and the gorgeous, beautiful arc of his bow-he even outshone the rest of the orchestra and had the most unique presence.
Zheng Wei Qiao could only imagine. . .
How big a shock this young man was going to give the world tomorrow!
Chapter 47
The wind blew into S City from the dark east sea on February 6th, 2016. Due to this sea breeze, the temperature wouldn't even reach zero degrees, and everyone felt the streets were cooler than usual--
This was the damp cold of the south.
Even in this weather that chilled everyone to the bone, there were still several women down from one car after another in bright, thin layers of clothing. On the arms of their male companions, they walked into the S City Symphony Orchestra Concert Hall.
There were a total of 1200 invitations issued for the centennial celebration. In addition to world-renowned musical masters, many other guests with outstanding talent in various fields in Huaxia were invited. Out of these 1200 invitations, except for a handful who did not respond, the majority were gathered here tonight waiting to experience this grand concert.
Of the guests who came tonight, most could be considered at the pinnacle of the classical music world.
From the world's four greatest conductors, the chief conductor of the Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra, Min Chen, and Dresden Symphony Orchestra's conductor, Master Farrell Louis, were present.
Additionally, Bella Keim, known as Queen of the American Violin, and the Canadian natural treasure composer, Spencer Rice, and Bai Ai's concertmaster, Christole Mensa. . . all of these famous international musicians were gathered at this magnificent hall.
The S City Symphony Orchestra's concert hall was one of the top concert halls in Huaxia. This suspended building featured a 1200-seat main auditorium and a 400-seat chamber hall.
The main hall had an open design. But, regardless of whether it was a golden architectural style or a computer-calculated scientific design, it was exceptional. One could not help but appreciate the grandeur of classical Huaxia music.
There were two VIP lounges and ten preparation rooms backstage. Qi Mu and the other young musicians were waiting in the ten private rooms. The backstage was busy, but the S City Symphony Orchestra continued to play.
Qi Mu made the final tuning of his E String in his prep room when he heard the high-pitched sound of a sad erhu coming from the stage. With the orchestra's cooperation, this 《Er Quan Ying Yue》 was completed successfully and won the audience's applause.
--Obviously, this was an excellent start.
Once the erhu song ended, there was 《Moonlit Night》 on the zither and 《Overlord Unloaded》 on the lute. . . When Qi Mu took his violin to the lounge, he saw a young man walk past him toward the stage, hands clenched into fists.
It was Wang Zheng.
The thunderous applause in the hall had yet to stop, and Qi Mu saw sweat on Wang Zheng's forehead. He frowned slightly and reached out to grab Wang Zheng's arm. The latter turned to eye him strangely.
He saw Qi Mu lick his lips in hesitation then smile, tone mild, "Wang Zheng, yesterday. . . when I talked to Min Chen, he said he was looking forward to your performance today. He watched your video at Xiaosai, and he thinks your level is good."
Wang Zheng jerked in surprise and didn't know what to say.
He believed that Qi Mu wouldn't tell such a lie. After all, there were media reports about the Sea Music Festival in Hong Kong that showed they had participated in it. It was proof they did know each other.
Wang Zheng swallowed subconsciously, and his heart jumped a little. "You. . . are you telling the truth?"
A light flashed in Qi Mu's eyes, and he nodded calmly, "Yes. Min Chen is sitting at the side of the stage now. He said yesterday he believed you would be able to perform well today."
Qi Mu paused then said, "Wang Zheng, you earned the approval of Xiaosai. It shows you have the strength to perform well. Do not worry, just like the rehearsal over the past few days, remember not to focus on just your performance. You have an orchestra, you must listen to all their voices."
Wang Zheng was older than Qi Mu, but in front of this youth, he felt a bit immature. Of course, he did not realize it himself. But after listening to Qi Mu, he nodded seriously. His pale face, originally due to stress, was replaced with a flush of excitement.
Qi Mu watched as he turned to the stage.
After shaking hands with the conductor, Wang Zheng sat on the bench. After a moment, the gentle melody of a piano emerged. The first movement passed, and the second, then the final, and once that last movement came to an end, Zhu Wen Jun quietly sighed. Qi Mu smiled and nodded but did not speak.
Wang Zheng had the ability. Some people just became nervous once they made a mistake. Therefore they became increasingly prone to errors. Error, nervousness, more mistakes, more nervousness. . . there was no way to escape such a vicious cycle.
Wang Zheng exited the stage with an excited expression on his face, and Qi Mu smiled. They gave each other a hug, and Qi Mu took a deep breath. Then he stepped onto the stage for his turn.
There were at least 1100 people seated in the 1200-occupancy concert hall. The stage was in the center and surrounded on all sides by the audience. With listeners on both the first and second floors and the numerous watchful eyes that missed nothing, many newcomers would panic.
Illuminated by the ceiling's dozens of lights, a handsome young man walked from the backstage with a smile. He extended his hand to Zhu Wen Jun, and they shook hands, then he turned and bowed to the audience.
Under the gazes of more than a thousand people, Qi Mu lifted his violin to his shoulder and readied himself. Just as he was about to turn to Zhu Wen Jun, he saw a man sitting in the third row look up at him.
Qi Mu stilled. He smiled and turned to Zhu Wen Jun.
Then a passionate《Violin Sonata in D major》 filled the air.
In the third row of seats, Daniel stared at the youth on the stage. Even through a lens, his gaze, which seemed capable of peeling flesh from bone and swallow Qi Mu directly, could not be disguised.
Especially when at the end of the first movement, Qi Mu's violin blended perfectly into the deep resonation of the bassoon. Even Daniel couldn't help but smile. In his heart, he added yet another level of potential value to this young man.
Such a nice seedling, ah! If they could sign him onto Bai Ai, that would be great!
On stage, Qi Mu had no idea that someone in the audience was looking at him. . . "like a tiger."
He and Zhu Wen Jun had played dozens of 《D major》 over the past month. Whether with the orchestra, an ensemble, or a solo performance, they could say with absolute confidence that there would be no problem.
This wasn't just for his confidence, but also for Zhu Wen Jun's, and the S City Symphony Orchestra's.
Naturally, the development of things would not let him down. From the fiery passion of the first movement, through the slow pace of the second, over the andante cantabile of the third movement, and into the fast allegro of the last.
The twenty-minute 《D major》 came to an end. Qi Mu sighed a little and came back to himself from such fierce music, but before he could relax, he heard a familiar, magnetic voice--
"Bravo!"
Warm applause filled the concert hall, almost enough to raise the roof.
A few listeners turned to the man who spoke. They were surprised not only by the sudden breaking of Min Chen's silent, introverted nature but also by how he supported such a newcomer in such a high-profile manner. Most critically--
The track played by this newcomer was his own 《D major》!
Playing a piece of music and getting a "Bravo" from its composer was an honor for any musician.
Therefore, the people who noticed Min Chen now looked at the young man on stage more seriously. They wanted to see what kind of person he was, to garner such a high level of praise and appreciation.
However, Qi Mu did care about the audience's serious gazes. He turned to Zhu Wen Jun, and the two men nodded. Zhu Wen Jun lifted his baton, and the flute group's melody began.
Many Chinese people may have not heard Beethoven's 《Destiny Symphony》 or Mozart's 《Marriage of Figaro》, and perhaps not even Min Chen's song. But--
《Liang Zhu》? Almost every Chinese could hum a few notes.
Not just in Huaxia, this 《Liang Zhu》 often echoed in major concert halls across the world. It resonated with Europeans and Americans. They may not understand the story of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai's love, but they would know it was called--《Huaxia's Romeo and Juliet》.
People were most familiar with the violin piece. It was well known to the public, and even people on the street could sing along with it. In fact, many music laymen didn't know that 《Liang Zhu》was over twenty minutes long.
The difficulty wasn't high, but neither was it low. Especially in the launching of the wedding, the demands on the violin were very high. Many amateurs couldn't practice this piece without training for several months.
After his display of the extremely difficult 《D major》, the audience naturally believed he could play this song.
Child, the question was. . .
Could he really portray the complex and profound emotion behind 《Liang Zhu》?
Chapter 48
《Liang Zhu》 was divided into three parts. The first was introductory, the middle unfolded, and the last part was reconstructive. Among them, people were most familiar with the tune throughout the song as it was the iconic classical melody for any Huaxian.
Zhu Wen Jun stood at the podium of the majestic hall's main stage. When he swung his baton, the orchestra followed his command, turning that music sometimes melodious and meaningful and other times fierce and intense.
He truly deserved his reputation of being one of Huaxia's most outstanding conductors. Under the wave of his hand, 《Liang Zhu》 became exquisite, delicate, and rich with emotion that even Westerners who had never heard it before couldn't help but frown, immersed in the song and unable to extricate themselves from it.
However, what surprised many musicians was the youth that stood to the conductor's left--
The orchestra didn't outshine him for even a moment!
Qi Mu's right hand leaped in a blur, and the movement of his bow gliding across the violin's strings produced a fierce but enthusiastic sound.
This was an excellent replica of a Stradivarius violin. Its exquisite, vigorous timbre could make any violinist obsessed with it. But right now, it laid obediently in the arms of this young man and made such a magnificent melody.
Liang accompanied his "sworn brother" for his 18-mile journey. . .*
Ying Tai, who didn't want to get married, arrived before the grave. . .*
*Events of the story Liang Zhu (Butterfly Lovers in English).
The violin mournfully sighed, whispering the pain of these two lovers that could not be together.
Throughout the whole piece, Qi Mu's violin appeared to have been drowned out by the cymbals, but in actuality, it echoed like a sob, and during the final part, it emerged once again with a hauntingly familiar melody.
Those in the audience that were particularly emotional already had tears in their eyes. When this melody was first heard, Liang and Zhu had just met, and now they were a pair of butterflies, flying together in front of a grave.
On stage, the young man frowned a little. When the last note floated from the tips of his fingers, the audience burst into applause in an instant.
Guidance was unnecessary. This piece, which belonged entirely to Huaxia, had conquered the audience thoroughly--to the point of shedding tears. Music was not divided by gender, age, or nationality. They couldn't help but feel the love that stood against time and the secular world depicted by this song, and they were moved by it.
This was ultimately an excellent performance!
The interpretation was so good, the audience was swallowed up by it. Because of its intensity, they had forgotten they wanted to see what the young man on the stage could do. Instead, they were intoxicated with the youth's performance!
After his cooperation with New Ai, Qi Mu was used to such a situation. He smiled and hugged Zhu Wen Jun then, under the lead of the other man, the whole orchestra bowed to the audience. Even more enthusiastic applause broke out anew.
The S City Symphony Orchestra's Centennial Celebration was officially over.
There was no need to evaluate the event. The applause still hadn't stopped five minutes after the concert ended, proof enough of its historic ending.
Qi Mu and the orchestra left the stage orderly and below, the audience left with smiles on their faces. Some were still in their seats, recalling the musical feast they were treated to.
"Mr. Perez?" A middle-aged, blond male smiled at the old man next to him. He asked gently, "Mr. Perez, are you going to sit here for a long while? Tonight's performance was fantastic! There really is a lot of great music in Huaxia!"
The one speaking was the British "Times" correspondent in Huaxia, Evan Ritter. He had been in charge of the Times' music section for two years and naturally wouldn't miss the Centennial Celebration. What he didn't expect was for there to be a mastic sitting next to him at the event.
Sitting next to Evan was an old man with grey hair. Though his hair had all turned white, he was still in good spirits and had a kind, gentle smile in his eyes.--
This foreign old man made a good impression even at first glance.
"Evan, you're right. Let's talk while we walk." The two men got up and walked in the direction of the exit together. "I always knew Huaxia had good music. There are a few good Huaxian musicians in my orchestra, they are excellent."
A glint flashed in Evan's eyes, sniffing out good material for an article.
"Mr. Farrel, I really liked Dresden's performance in Edinburgh last year. It was truly unforgettable!" Evan was a person who would lead the topic, he turned and said, "Mr. Farrel, who do you think gave the best performance tonight?"
Farrel Louis was the chief conductor of the Dresden Symphony Orchestra. The sixty-year-old man had been with Dresden for over a decade, allowing the world's oldest symphony to become even more outstanding and had received praise across the globe.
Simultaneously, he was recognized as one of the four greatest conductors alongside Min Chen and Dorenza.
Farrel wasn't angry with Evan's leading words. Instead, he smiled, "They were all excellent. Huaxia's skill level has surprised me. But, Evan, you can write more on that person in your report. . . oh yes, that last violinist. I believe you will hear his name often in the future."
Evan was slightly surprised. "You mean. . . Qi Mu?" Having been in Huaxia for two years, Evan's Chinese was quite good.
Farrel smiled and nodded, "Well, it should be that child. His 《D major》 was great, but I care more about. . . his last 《Liang Zhu》. His feelings were delicate, and his approach to music is very unique."
This straightforward comment made Evan's eyes shimmer. He quickly engraved the passive to his memory and planned to go back and start his manuscript that night.
But when Evan was about to seize the opportunity and talk a little more with him, Farrel waved a little and called out, "Hey, Auston!"
When Evan turned to look, he saw a man with a straight posture turn to look at them.
The moment he saw him, Evan was stunned speechless, and there was a burst of ecstasy in his mind: Good God, it's Auston Bertram! I didn't expect to run into him! If he could talk to him, he would definitely get. . . headlines. . . tomorrow. . .
"Hey, this buddy seems familiar. Are you a reporter for the Times?" A blue-eyed blond walked over, and he grinned, revealing a white tooth. "Is it hard to catch news every day in Huaxia? We have a performance next month, I don't know if you're interested. . ."
Daniel looked at the little reporter and took him aside, not giving Evan a chance to react. When Evan returned to his senses, he discovered that he had listened to this long-winded Bai Ai agent for over twenty minutes. . . such a waste!
Who wants to know what Bai Ai's playing next month!
Wasn't it announced early?!
In Paris!
Conducted by the guest Charles Littis!
Who didn't know!!!
Besides, he was a reporter on Huaxia, not foreign reporting!
What's did Bai Ai have to do with it!!!
After Daniel pulled aside the reporter, Min Chen walked alongside Farrel, and the gentleman said politely, "It's been a long time, Farrel. The last time I saw you was in Munich?"
Farrel nodded with a smile, "Indeed. I remember that I couldn't attend your New Year's concert this year. You didn't listen to Dorenza's either. It was fantastic."
Min Chen nodded a little, "I've been busy recently."
Farrel did not ask further. He looked at the man standing beside him, smiling but not speaking. "Christole , I didn't expect to see you in Huaxia. How do you feel about the concert tonight? It was pretty good, don't you think?"
The brown-haired man standing next to Min Chen was Bai Ai's concertmaster, Christole Mensa, and the gentle violinist smiled at Farrel's words. "Mr. Farrel, the classical music in Huaxia has always been strong. Daniel told us a few months ago that Huaxia had some talents with great potential. Oh yes, you heard the performance of the violinist Daniel was speaking about today. His 《D major》 was really good."
As he was speaking, Daniel returned to them, and the four went in the direction of the concert hall's exit.
Farrel said, "Christole , I disagree with you there. I think. . . his last song, 《Liang Zhu》, was best. Ah, Auston, I just remembered it was your song. Pay it no mind."
In the face of old friends, Min Chen had no choice but to look away, acting as if he had heard nothing.
Of course, the conversation did not stay on 《Liang Zhu》 for long. They quickly changed from Qi Mu, and they said a few words on the orchestra. Then they started talking about the next year's Menuhin Violin Competition. Overall, the topic turnover was pretty quick.
Min Chen wasn't a talkative person by nature. Especially in the face of Daniel and Farrel, he occasionally spoke a sentence or two but said little in the end.
In the dark night, Min Chen walked on the periphery of the four with his hands in the pockets of his black coat.
Many people were chatting about the concert in the lobby outside the concert hall. Some say the small circle and naturally came over to greet them.
Of course, aside from the world-class musicians who came over, there were a few young ones that came just to express their reverence to Farrel, Min Chen, or Christole, then left.
Watching the dramatic pair, the more they talked, the more Min Chen felt like sighing. He eventually sighed softly and took two steps tot he side, giving the passionate talkers a chance to chat with each other.
However, not long after, Canada's national treasure composer, Spencer Rice, clapped his shoulder and started chatting about compositional inspiration.
Min Chen's patience for music had always been good. He listened carefully to Spencer and exchanged some ideas. While he was listening, he caught sight of something in the corner of his eye, and he subconsciously turned.
Qi Mu and Zheng Wei Qiao were exiting the backstage.
There were a lot of people gathered in the lobby, but the largest circle was simply too eye-catching. Qi Mu spotted it in a glance. He also noticed the man standing just to the side of it.
The two looked at each other in surprise. But Qi Mu noticed he was talking with Spencer, so he smiled but did not go over to bother them. Min Chen hesitated for a moment but immediately understood the youth's intention.
He thought for a while then extended his right hand with the thumb pointed up.
Looking at the young man's stunned expression, Min Chen's lips curled upward, and he turned to look at his conversational partner. "Spencer, it sounds like you really want to use the Canadian maple leaf for inspiration, but if I remember correctly, isn't it winter in Canada, right now? How about changing the theme. . ."
Not far off, it took a while for Qi Mu to gather his wits.
He stared, dumbfounded, at the man who had turned away and was no longer looking at him, feeling a little helpless.
That just now. . .
Was he praising his performance?
Well, it seemed a little childish.
Chapter 49
A piercing wind whistled outside the floor-to-ceiling window of the lobby. Many guests had driven away. Only a few musicians who met old friends still chatted in the lobby, planning to go out for a late evening meal.
Despite his advanced age, Farrel was still hale and hearty. Not only did he have no problems keeping up with the talkative Daniel, but he also said something relevant on every topic and make the gathered crowd burst out laughing.
After half an hour, the musicians finally tired of talking and began to leave one after another. Eventually, only Daniel and Farrel were left discussing what songs to choose for the next tour season.
Christole, who stood beside them, didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He pointed out, "But Mr. Farrel, Daniel. . . You are not in the same orchestra, so. . . You don't have to agree on your theme, do you?"
These words surprised Farrel. He nodded with a smile. "Indeed. Daniel, I don't have to care about what you decide."
Daniel also smiled. "That's true. In fact, we in Bai Ai have talked about this already. This year, we will perform Schumann's works." At the end of the year, there was a heated discussion about what theme to use for the next season's tour. The members proposed various programs and the concertmaster and the conductor would make the final decision.
Min Chen, who followed along without speaking, looked at Daniel and asked nonchalantly, "I agreed to that?"
Daniel was stunned, then he remembered: "Oh, at that time you were on vacation in Huaxia!" He abruptly stopped because something occurred to him-they forgot to ask this big boss!
Frightened, Daniel cleared his throat and said, "Min! Don't tell me that you think this topic is not right?! This is the 160th anniversary of Master Schumann's death! Don't make fun of me!"
Unexpectedly, Min Chen's thin lips curled upward slightly, his tone flat, "I didn't say it was inappropriate."
Daniel: ". . ."
Christole: ". . ."
Farrel: "Ha ha ha ha, you're still so mean, Auston."
Min Chen shrugged noncommittally and the four men walked toward the exit. Farrel did not come by car, so he let Min Chen offer him a ride. Daniel and Christole went to pick up the car. Min Chen watched the bright lights of the traffic on the distant street when, out of the blue, he heard the man beside him speak.
"Auston. . . you and Qi are acquaintances?"
Surprised, Min Chen turned to Farrel and saw the latter gazing at himself with a smile. Min Chen was a little taller than Farrel, so he had to look down at him. He pondered for a moment, then replied, "Well, I know him. Why do you ask?"
Farrel nodded. "He's a good violinist, very skilled. Seeing him reminds me of how I used to look when I played the violin. Partly due to his age, I guess. He's really young!"
Min Chen's expression did not change as he listened to Farrel's praise of Qi Mu, but his deep eyes flashed. After a moment, he asked, "Do you think he's outstanding?"
Farrel smiled again and asked in reply, "You don't? I listened to his performance with the Vienna Symphony Orchestra seven or eight years ago. If I didn't have an impression of this talented young man, I wouldn't have paid attention then. Over the past eight years, his music style has changed so much that I almost couldn't recognize him."
Naturally, as one of the world's top conductors, a composer, and a violinist, Farrel's hearing was incomparable. Even years after listening to someone's performance, he could recall how they sounded.
And yet, when he heard Qi Mu's 《D Major》 and 《The Butterfly Lovers》, Farrel was amazed to find that the former child prodigy's technical skill and his ability to express emotions had grown significantly. It was not like that of a 20-year-old youth at all.
"Such excellent seedlings are rare in today's music world. It's good to be young. I'm old already." Farrel's sigh was full of emotion.
Min Chen narrowed his eyes in the dimly lit night, thinking about something. After hearing Farrel's words, he said, "Well, it's true. . . His music style has changed a lot. The way he deals with the arrangement has also changed a lot. His 《D Major》 was better than I imagined."
One month before the performance, Qi Mu called Min Chen to ask him what he thought about when he wrote 《D Major》. Being able to talk directly to the composer was a fortunate thing, Qi Mu would be a fool to waste such an opportunity.
Half a month ago, Min Chen had listened to a recording Qi Mu sent him. Although the sound quality was not perfect, Min Chen could still tell--at that time, Qi Mu's 《D Major》 was not at this level.
Thinking about this, Min Chen chuckled. He said, "He's very hard-working."
This was the first time Farrel heard Min Chen praise somebody like that. For a long moment, he stared at Min Chen in surprise, then laughed. "Auston, it's rare for you to speak highly of someone; it seems Qi is truly exceptional. Looking at his age, he's about to enter college. It would be bad if there wasn't a teacher to guide him."
Min Chen looked at Farrel in surprise. "You mean. . ."
There was a meaningful smile on Farrel's face. He looked at the bustling, splendid nightscape of S City. "I think Paris is good."
Not long after, Daniel and Christole drove over from the parking lot, and they sent Farrel back to his hotel. Daniel held the steering wheel and joked with Christ in the passenger's seat, while Min Chen sat alone in the back seat, pondering something with a frown.
He recalled Farrel's earlier words and the furrow in his brow deepened. In the end, he sighed quietly, murmuring, "Paris, then. . . Did he. . ."
By then, Qi Mu had already returned to his hotel and was packing his luggage. After the Centennial Celebration, it was time for B City Symphony Orchestra's spring performance. He had to go back to B City to prepare himself and join the rehearsals as soon as possible.
Qi Mu set an overcoat in his suitcase. He hadn't moved away when he heard his cell phone vibrate. He stood up and stepped over the luggage, reaching for his phone on the table. When he saw the name of the sender, Qi Mu froze for a moment before opening the text message.
Min Chen: 『The performance tonight was excellent. Congratulations.』
Qi Mu let out a quiet laugh. He tapped the touch screen a few times: 『Thank you. Conductor Zhu said you might not have time to come. I didn't expect to see you tonight.』
It wasn't long before Qi Mu received a reply: 『I arrived at Hongkou Airport this afternoon, and I have a ticket for tomorrow's flight to Berlin.』
Before Qi Mu answered, there was another message: 『Some things happened in the orchestra recently.』
Seeing the evasive sentence on the screen, Qi Mu couldn't help laughing. He put the clothes he held aside and responded to the other party with due respect: 『I wish you a pleasant journey, I'm also flying back to B City tomorrow. By the way, I should let you know that today I encouraged one of your admirers in your name. I hope you don't mind.』
The streets of the Bund were bustling, the stream of vehicles not stopping even so late in the night. Min Chen looked at the dark Huangpu River outside the window. The phone in his hand vibrated suddenly, and he peered down at it.
His gaze paused for a moment on the smiling face at the end of the message, then he resumed texting: 『That's fine, it doesn't matter. I also wish you a pleasant journey.』
This time there was no response. Qi Mu had already put down his mobile and continued to pack. Min Chen turned his head and again stared at the Huangpu River engulfed in the darkness.
Several cargo ships sailed slowly along the black surface. The lights of the city were so bright that the water seemed like a cold, dark abyss.
The man's slender fingers beat rhythmically on the casing of his phone. Although he seemed calm and composed, in fact, Min Chen's heart was turbulent, and his mind filled with too many thoughts.
Daniel had investigated the relationship between Qi Mu and Lu Zi Wen--the only time they were in contact was that one joint performance in Vienna eight years ago. At the time, Lu Zi Wen was your average newcomer in the first violin group, and Qi Mu had already been lauded as a gifted child prodigy.
But, if so. . . if they had no relation with each other, how had Qi Mu changed so much?
And, why. . .
. . .did he resemble Lu Zi Wen so strongly?
Min Chen's pupils constricted, and his lips parted slightly.
It was not possible for two different people's music to be identical, not to this extent. . .
Absolutely impossible.
Min Chen felt as if he stood before an impenetrable door. It wasn't locked, but there were also no gaps-sealed so tightly even air could not pass through it. He ran into a dead end before he had even begun. But it was right in front of him, and he couldn't ignore it.
This was the first time in his thirty years of life that he had encountered such a queer thing as an almost identical 《Bell》.
Even though there were slight differences, no one would dare deny it if Min Chen publicly announced that Qi Mu's 《Bell》 was the same as Lu Zi Wen's 《Bell》. After all, this was Min Chen, the man who could hear when a single string's mistake.
"So why. . . How could this be?"
Chapter 50
In winter, the sky always brightened slowly. Even at seven o'clock, the hazy crescent moon still hung in the distant west, delayed on the horizon. But on this bone-chillingly cold morning, many people had woken up wanting to leave S City before the morning rush to avoid traffic.
Qi Mu's flight was at 10 am, so he got out of bed early to head to the airport. He had carried his suitcase downstairs and was checking out in the hotel lobby when he received a call from Zhu Wen Jun.
While talking, Qi Mu pulled his suitcase outside. He hadn't exited the main doors yet when the conversation over the phone sent him into a daze.
A while later, Zhu Wen Jun drove to the front of the hotel and picked Qi Mu up.
He helped Qi Mu place his not-too-large suitcase into the backseat. After they were settled in the car, the handsome middle-aged man laughed, "Xiao Qi, I remember your flight leaves today around ten? It might be too late to catch it."
With Zhu Wen Jun's advice, Qi Mu already knew he would not catch the flight. He nodded his head. "Uncle Zhu, there's another flight to B City tonight. Of course, if something happens, I can return a few days late. There shouldn't be any problems with Tan Lao."
Zhu Wen Jun smiled, "Then, I will trouble you. Master Farrell wants to meet you. I was surprised. I didn't think he would attend the Centennial Celebration. But not only did he attend, but he also wants to meet you."
Just that morning, Master Farrell Louis, through a relationship with the S City Music Association's chairman, contacted Zhu Wen Jun. According to Farrell, he wished to meet with Qi Mu today, the sooner, the better.
Zhu Wen Jun believed this was an excellent opportunity, so he quickly gave Qi Mu a call. Even though he did not know why Farrell wanted to meet with Qi Mu, talking with one of the world's top class musical masters would be beneficial for Qi Mu.
Although Farrell Louis and Min Chen were both world-class conductors and composers, Farrell's specialty was the violin, and he had some experience with the piano. To talk with such an outstanding violinist, it would be helpful for Qi Mu's growth.
Of course, Qi Mu understood the decision to abandon the flight and meet with this master.
Even though he didn't know the other's intention, Qi Mu had a faint hunch that this meeting wasn't a bad thing.
When Qi Mu and Zhu Wen Jun arrived at the S City Symphony Orchestra's building, Farrell and Cheng Ting Wen had already been in conversation for a while.
The two sat in the VIP room. While it wasn't large, it was quiet and pleasant. There was an old fashioned sliding glass window on the south wall, and the green garden was visible.
Cheng Ting Wen saw them arrive and stood from the couch. She smiled and said a few sentences to Farrell in English then walked over to Qi Mu and said in Chinese, "Xiao Qi, Master Farrell is in a good mood today. He highly praised your performance yesterday."
Qi Mu startled a little and laughed, "Okay, Auntie Cheng. I understand."
Then Cheng Ting Wen and Zhu Wen Jun left the VIP lounge and closed the door behind them. Farrell and Qi Mu listened to the crisp sound of it closing then turned to each other.
Qi Mu didn't have the nervousness of a younger person. He walked straight over to the couch where Cheng Ting Wen had sat originally. He asked warmly, "Mr. Farrell, hello. May I sit over there?"
The white-haired foreigner smiled and nodded, responding in awkward Chinese, "Of course."
While waiting for Qi Mu to sit, Farrell very thoughtfully poured a cup of hot tea for him, giving Qi Mu a feeling of being "overwhelmed by unexpected favor."
After saying "thanks," Qi Mu was still deep in thought over how to ask what his intention for seeking him out was. Farrell's eyes carried a smile as he studied Qi Mu up and down. Then he said with approval, "Qi, I heard your performance last night. You are very talented, a violinist with great potential."
Farrell's straightforward words shocked Qi Mu. No matter how thick-faced, or how excellently he performed in front of a world-class violin master, he would not be arrogant.
Qi Mu's eyes curled, and a faint smile crossed his delicate face. "Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Farrell. I was surprised to see you today. I used to like your 《Charles Fantasia》. I've listened to it frequently in private.
There were no lies in Qi Mu's sentence. The only album he ever recorded was the only one composed by a contemporary master, and that composition was 《Charles Fantasia》. If he met Min Chen, he would not have been so respectful or prudent, but meeting this contemporary master violinist, Qi Mu couldn't help but feel nervous.
In the peaceful VIP lounge, the youth sat on a small section of the couch with his back straight, watching the silver-haired man on the opposite end seriously.
Farrell seemed aware of Qi Mu's solemness, because he smiled, "I also like 《Charles》. If there's a chance, I hope to hear your 《Charles》 in the future. However, Qi, I didn't come to find you today for this. Seven or eight years ago, I heard you perform with Evra."
Qi Mu naturally knew what Farrell was referring to. He nodded his head and listened to the master as he continued, "While you were ingenious, I thought you were a bit impetuous initially. So I did not get into contact with you. After listening to your performance last night, I think. . . you have gotten rid of that impetuousness."
While speaking, this old man with a constant smile slowly changed his expression into something that made Qi Mu also become serious--
He had a feeling that Farrell's next words would significantly impact his future.
Qi Mu solemnly said, "Thank you for your recognition, Mr. Farrell." His voice was low and pleasant, his attitude neither humble not overbearing.
Farrell's sharp gaze looked at Qi Mu for a long time, then he slowly nodded with a laugh, "Just like that Auston said. You are good, Qi. However, I am not a person who likes to beat around the bush. Speaking straightforwardly, Qi, eight years ago, you might have talent, but I could see your future would not be long-term."
Farrell's smile grew, and he continued, "Your violin had no soul. Oh, it sounded fantastic, but Qi, your violin was empty. It made me very sad at the time. Sad that such a gifted child would not go far."
"But, Qi, your performance last night showed your true strength. Maybe most thought your 《D Major》 was difficult and your skill was excellent. But I thought your next performance, 《Liang Zhu》 was even more touching. You had a soul. It made me see a diamond in urgent need of polishing."
"Qi, I think you need a good teacher."
Farrell's kind voice lingered in the lounge, but Qi Mu's eyes suddenly widened. He stared at the other man with an incredulous expression. The world had dulled suddenly, becoming quiet. He swore he could hear his heartbeat clearly, each thump of it in his chest.
Farrell's meaning. . .
Fingers clenched, and with tightness in his throat, Qi Mu asked after a long time, "Mr. Farrell, you. . . want to take me as your student?"
However, Farrell quickly shook his head and explained, "No no no, Qi, you misunderstand. I am too busy with my work. I have no time to teach before I hand in my resignation to Dresden. If you were my student, it would only be a waste of your time."
Those words were like a basin of cold water poured over Qi Mu's head.
Before he could open his mouth, Farrell continued, "But, Qi, I want to introduce a teacher to you. He is an old friend of mine. Compared to me, he is an academic master violinist. I cannot teach you many things, but he can make you improve from start to finish. He can take you even further down your path as a violinist."
Qi Mu had initially been disappointed, but now he was puzzled.
In his memory, no one could earn such high praise from Farrel. At least, in terms of violinists, those who had won Farrell's regard already stood at the very top.
Qi Mu politely asked, "Thank you very much, Mr. Farrell. I don't know who is this master that you speak of. . ."
"You should have heard his name before," Farrell smiled. He set down his teacup and said slowly, "His name is--"
"Reed Akkad."