Once Qi Mu entered the backstage, he saw Sheng Yan Hui who had waited there for a while. With just a glance, he noticed that the fire in his eyes had faded. Despite the audience applause in the hall behind him having ended long ago, Sheng Yan Hui was still clapping.
Qi Mu didnât know whether to cry or laugh, âI donât want to play another Encore. You donât have to keep applauding.â
Who would expect that just as he finished speaking, the other manâs applause warmed, touched with a quality of âI just donât want to stop.â
Qi Mu: â. . .â
Sheng Yan Hui was sincere in his applause. The moment he heardăE Minoră instead of ăTziganeă, he understood Qi Muâs intentionââ
Qi Mu was trying to ease the tangle in his heart.
Sheng Yan Hui was supposed to depart for Munich with Professor Karl a few days ago, but the day before their departure, the professor went to him and said, âVictor, you shouldnât go with me now. Ever since I told you that Qi Mu deliberately let you win, your violin has been timid and weak. You need to be confident!â
Professor Karlâs words had given him the stupid idea to âwreck the event.â
Truthfully, Sheng Yan Hui still held rejection in his heart. After all, Qi Mu did not have to comply. If he had refused to compete with him, it was not inexcusable and there was nothing he could say about it. But, Qi Mu had actually agreed, and. . . he especially played ăE Minoră.
He was untying the knot in Sheng Yan Huiâs heart for him!
Before, the worst possible situation Sheng Yan Hui could come up with was that everyone would think that Qi Mu was better than him, and he would thoroughly lose to Qi Mu. But, to his great surprise, the repeated Encore applause left him feeling as though there was nothing to compare with this youth.
He was no longer an opponent, so it was useless to mention who won or lost.
Sheng Yan Hui wasnât sure if this was a good thing or not.
Although Qi Mu felt that Sheng Yan Hui was somewhat silly and cute, the matter in his heart was still important. He slowly smiled and looked at the other seriously.
Obviously, Sheng Yan Hui was a few years older than Qi Mu, but when he spoke, Sheng Yan Hui inexplicably felt as if he was âbeing educated by an elder.â
âSheng Yan Hui, now. . . do you think you can put the matter to rest?â
The next musician exited the backstage, and Sheng Yan Hui lowered his hands that had kept clapping for some time. He solemnly nodded, âI was not convinced before. Why on earth did you let me win? It made me feel that I was not strong enough. The one who should go to Munich is you, not me, and that kept me from working hard enough. I only managed to find Professor Karl to accept me at 24 years old, and this is my, Sheng Yan Huiâs, road. And you, Qi Mu, I donât know what kind of mentor you will find, or what kind of future you will have. But that is your choice, and that is also where our paths differ.â
Qi Mu nodded, wearing a smile, and signaled for him to continue.
âRegardless of how it will go now, I will not abandon my goal or my dream. I want to be the best violinist in the world. I want to be the only king of classical music. I will never lose my way again. And for that. . . I really want to thank you.â
Qi Mu felt that his words were a bit wrong. He frowned and pointed sideways at a man sitting in the middle of the audience, then whispered, âYou mean. . . you want to beat him?â
Originally, Qi Mu thought Sheng Yan Hui was joking. Who would expect that this bear child would nod seriously, âYes, I want to beat him. Even if I canât defeat him now, I will defeat him in the future!â
â. . .â
Qi Mu was silent for a long while then he asked, âAre you looking to switch to the piano or to conducting? Ah, right, composing too. Do you intend to focus on song composition in the future?â
Sheng Yan Hui, who was holding a violin case: â. . .â
Qi Mu burst into laughter. He looked at this bear child whose eyes had swirled into mosquito coils and smiled, âAlright, I wonât tease you anymore. I heard that Min Chen studied the violin for several years as a child. If you want to beat him on the violin. . . well, I think it wonât take too long. Maybe you could even go to battle now.â Youth were always getting angry and never letting it go.
Sheng Yan Hui: â. . .â
Seeing that Sheng Yan Hui was depressed and not responding, Qi Mu no longer teased him. He gently set his violin in its case and placed it in a temporary safe. Qi Mu swung the key around his finger and looked at Sheng Yan Hui, âLetâs go to the hall together?â
Sheng Yan Hui nodded slightly. In front of this younger man, he didnât even have the advantage of being older.
They walked towards the hall side by side. Qi Muâs seat was on the east side while Sheng Yan Huiâs in the south. When they were about to separate, Qi Mu hadnât turned away yet when he heard Sheng Yan Hui whisper, âThen Qi Mu. . . my goal will be to beat you.â
â. . .â
After a while, Qi Mu wore a helpless smile. He didnât even say anything and suddenly became someoneâs target for defeat. But, after thinking about it for a while, Qi Mu suddenly realized that Sheng Yan Hui actually put him and Min Chen on the same level, and he couldnât help but have a bit of fun.
He thought a little and asked, âHow do you want to beat me?â
Sheng Yan Hui did not think that he would be asked about this. He was a bit stunned. It took him a while, but he tentatively answered, âLetâs compete to see. . . who will have their global tour first?â
Qi Mu helplessly said, âThis is going to disappoint you, but I donât want to be a solo violinist in the foreseeable future. I want to concentrate on being an orchestraâs. . . violinist.â Qi Mu swapped the word âconcertmasterâ to âviolinist.â He didnât want to blatantly display his ambition.
Qi Muâs answer made Sheng Yan Huiâs hair turn grey. After a while, he said, âThen we can compete to see who will enter the world stage first? Either Vienna Concert Hall or Milanâs Teatro Alla Scala Opera House. . . or something like that.â
Watching Sheng Yan Huiâs serious expression, Qi Mu looked around and said, âI think I can do all that, but. . . why should I compete with you?â Having said that, he grinned, revealing his white teeth.
Sheng Yan Hui: â. . .â
This was probably a case of being disillusioned from the ideal goal he had just established for himself.
Of course, now Qi Mu had absolutely no idea that when he met Sheng Yan Hui in Europe many years later, he had left him with a âpsychological shadow.â How deep was this shadow?
Even the Pacific Ocean was not deep enough!
At the moment, Qi Mu didnât think much about it. He quickly went to his seat after saying goodbye. The harpist on stage was just ending their performance as he sat down, so he clapped gently.
He hadnât even taken a proper seat yet when Du Sheng whispered to him, âXiao Qi, ah, if you told me you wanted to compete with Sheng Yan Hui, I would have publicized it for you.â
Qi Mu was a bit startled, âWhat did you say, Du-ge?â
âHaha, itâs nothing. That Sheng Yan Hui kid, too, didnât say anything about this until the last minute. Itâs really not good. We Chinese musicians are all simple children. Where can there be such dirty tricks? Must be that big beard from Munich teaching him!â
Qi Mu: â. . .â
I guess youâre right.
Qi Mu didnât say anything more. This episode in the middle of the concert seemed to be a catalyst that made the atmosphere harmonious. When Du Sheng and his friends performed, the warm applause they received almost collapsed the roof.
The four performers were famous musicians in B City. They often formed a band for indoor concerts and, this time, they performed well enough that the audience had them give three Encores before the end.
One reason for that is truly due to the great performance of these elders. Another was the audience giving them face and deliberately putting them at ease. But, all in all, the concert had ended and it came to a successful conclusion.
For a city-level indoor concert, even if they did invite several musicians from all over the country, the effect was beyond everyoneâs imagination. The audience experienced two high-tides and each was unforgettable.
One was Qi Muâs ăE Minoră and ăTzigane Rhapsodyă. This young man was only in his early 20âs so the professional musicians, the public figure and the music critics couldnât help but applaud and ask for an Encoreââhe truly deserved it.
The other one was Du Sheng and his friendsâ performance. Years of performing and practicing together made their music harmonious. Even Min Chen, who was a strong critic on sound, applauded earnestly in the end and gave his praise.
This was a grand concert!
It couldnât be looked down upon just because of its small venue.
At the end of the event, many people still laughed with each other, sharing their thoughts with those around them. Dressed formally in suits and dresses, the audience filed out the door in harmony.
Probably due to Chinese etiquette, but this was the first time Qi Mu had to stand at the doorway and talk to the guests before sending them off. In Europe, when they were finished, everyone would directly leave. This time, as the organizer, Tan Lao and Du Sheng used Qi Mu as laborââ
Even just standing at the door, letting the wind blow his hair, he could make a debut and show that this B Cityâs Symphony Orchestra didnât have a low face!
âYou are our face!â
ââDu Sheng, who had just learned new words from his daughter, teased him.